Medieval Shadows...

rises from the darkness
with an unnatural sound
speed like a dragon



When it spits fire, then -- and only then, will I be afraid...

Who Needs a Car? Or Gas for That Matter...

flying underground
tunnels and electric tracks
all day and all night



Si ves algo, di algo...

Quite the Surprise...

shrouded in darkness
the mysterious grimace
it must be the sith



What is thy bidding, my master?

View from the Top...

looking from above
small fires burning below
as bright as the sun



Welcome to New York City... the local time is 10:25... Hope to see you on another Song flight soon!

Later that Evening...

after the power
stopped flowing thru the wires
we sat in the dark



You really should be at home sleeping, as nothing good can come from driving in a powerless city...

It's Just Some Rain...

you know it's coming
yet you stay and wait for it
till your lights are gone



Expect a Category 1 storm to hit over night... Category 2 at the most...

Eye Nine What?

inside a small box
yet bigger than a bread box
the status light glows





Is it too smart of a phone or am I just too stupid of a tech enthusiast?

Do You Like My Raft?

crossing the river
can be a dangerous task
with the wrong people

What? You can't figure it out... it's only Chinese!

Words from an Easier Time: Scandal

what is it i want
music knows, but not my mind
teamwork works wonders

Well, isn't love.. primitive...
A wild gift that you wanna give...
Break out of captivity...
And follow me, stereo jungle child...
Love is the kill -- your heart's still wild

Shootin' at the walls of heartache...
bang! bang!
I am the warrior...
Well I am the warrior... and heart to heart you'll win...
If you survive...
The warrior -- the warrior.

"The Warrior" by Scandal

My Life is a Zoo... Play!

furry animals
bearing fangs and sharp talons
please let me pet you

Post your name and high score as a comment!

Mad love to Ghetto for bringing this to my attention!

Diamonds on My Necklace...

he graces the stage
both fresh and influential
a man of our time



they won't leave in the night... i've no fear that they might desert me...

National What?

a small piece of you
yet ever so important
for the bigger lie

Today was National Coming Out Day. I'm sure it was a great time at the Ithaca College campus, they're always celebrating things like that. I mean granted, I was wearing things to support their cause and I did speak at their rally, but that's another story.

When such a small aspect of your life gets its own day, it makes me wonder when National Chulo Day is. I mean seriously now, so many people hate homos to begin with, gathering in a large crowd to tell everyone seems dangerous. The problem is our society's reliance on labels -- you too know that's what it stems from. If we didn't have gay or straight then we'd be better off. A group of humans... doing what feels right... as humans. Instead we have "normal people" and faggots all participating in essentially the same act, only one is "natural" and the other, according to Donnie McClurkin, "It's amazing how we turn a blind eye to the fact that our children are directly influenced by what they see and what society portrays as normal living. Homosexuality has really ravished our children."

And can you believe that those negative thoughts could come from a god-fearing Christian... who used to ride the dick like a champ?

It's very interesting to watch people change as they become more in tune with their homo side. Some catch on fire and burn the house down with their flames while others continue on as if nothing has happened. Could that be because nothing has? You're the same person you were the day before National Coming Out day, however today everyone knows. Is that a reason to put on a dress and flutter around like a butterfly on crack?

No. But that's what society sees. They see the cracked out tranny -- they see twinks running around town with lattes, weighing a mere twelve pounds -- they see the overly effeminate man trying to make it in an otherwise macho world. Ain't no one saw Karamo coming... that was just not possible... did it change how he was percieved tho?

You have people you call friends that bail at the drop of a hat. It doesn't matter that you're the same person the day before you decided to share something so close to you it drove them away. And if they can stick around, many of them assume you're going to try to fuck them. Seriously pai, you're not that hot and I'm not that desperate. It's like Andrelaso's friend Tank. This kid is clearly a closet case, and he's always talking about how Andrelaso would get with him. While I'm not saying it's not true, it just seems strange that someone who is OK being a "straight" man with a homo friend would be so stuck on it, unless deep inside he wanted it too.

I will admit tho, these days there are more patos around than there are swimming in the waters and flying the sky. It's as if it's the new thing to do. And this is all evolving into the ultimate world that I had envisioned, humans doing humans. Even Sulu is a homo! If we're all sucking the dick and eating the cooter than it's a party! No longer will we be trapped behind society's norms or our girl friend's (real girls homos, real girls) bullshit excuse that they got a headache.

The revolution is on your doorstep, are you ready?

Memories: Ithaca

the frozen tundra
glistening with snow and ice
flowers emerging

night falls...
classical music plays in the background as the snow falls to the ground...
the deer outside my window grazing on what little grass is still above the snow...
the sky filled with hundreds of twinkling gems in the distance...

on the new dawn the sun glistens over the white and brilliant surface...
slowly rising, your breath disappears in the warmth of the star's embrace...
the crunching of the ice beneath your feet reminds you of how fragile things truly are...

the sky opens... white clouds surrounded by a blue blanket...
unique flakes of crystalized water drift to the surface...
as darkness takes over, and man crawls into his bed...
the deer become masters of their universe.

"The musk is inside the deer, but the deer does not look for it, it wanders around looking for grass." - Kabir, Indian Philosopher

Words from a Freestylist: Lisa Lisa

not really eighties
but clearly around that time
a ballad of love

And I know and you know
That if we get together
Emotions will go to work
And I may do something I might regret the next day
And end the hurt

Oh, I don't know
The way that I feel
I'm so afraid of a one night deal

I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be in love baby
Because I need you tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be on love baby
Because I need you tonight

"I Wonder If I Take You Home" by Lisa Lisa & The Cult Jam with Full Force

Familiarize Yourselves With this Concept...

how remote the chance
you both have mutual friends
now more than ever

Yesterday Chulo had quite a day. I've always known that people I knew would know other people I knew -- even if I didn't know they knew, but this was too much. Chamaquito is friends with Homolicious dominicanus. I had thought I was done with that ill-fated September night, however it has returned to me.

There is this theory that MIT and IBM worked to develop called Six Degrees of Seperation, however in the homo world it's more like one and a half degrees and a penis or two.

How is it possible that of the infinate combinations of homos, I, Chulo, find the ones that know each other. It's amazing that I have such luck. It wouldn't be bad if we all knew each other and had good times together because I'm used to such things, but how am I supposed to whine and complain about this kid that did me wrong... to his friend? Shit like that just doesn't work out.

I expect things like this to happen in NYC because we're all after the same people or the same kind of people are after me. Here in Florida however, a larger, more populated state, I was not prepared for any of this circle of friends stuff. It blew my mind... and not in the good way.

The moral of the story is this, and you should take note, nothing good can come of boys, especially boys from online, they're stupid and you should throw rocks at them.

Chulo does not advocate throwing rocks at anyone... if anyone picks this as their course of action, (mad props) I can not be held responsible... (looks around)...

LUPS...

by coincidence
our relationship began
one hell of a ride

Going to school in a college town with an Ivy League university across the lake was an interesting experience. While we didn't have Greek Life, you had better believe that they did. This is the story of the Lambda that haunts my thoughts. It was always funny -- I would tell my friends never to trust a Lambda and talk all this shit, but then ultimately it was I that would be in the same situation. Funny how life works out like that, isn't it?

Our relationship was odd from the beginning because he was dating this other kid that I had known, Puerto Rican Surprise. I thought it was odd that we would cross tracks thru him because while I knew him, he wasn't really that big of a player in my life. Zayra'kotú was a different story. She was dating his little, The Nica. Puerto Rican Surprise knew all of these people and it made me wonder if I had ever spoken to Principio on my own. Come to find out, one night at school I did indeed talk to this kid, pero it was online, and it really wasn't that big of a deal then -- I was always busy and he was a Lambda.

Fast forward to one ill-fated evening in January of this year. I was browsing the ads on The Horrible Website and this Daddy Yankee-lookin nigga hit me up. His face looked familiar but I couldn't place it. It was genuine curiosity that led me to continue talking to him -- our interests on the website had conflicted, but it was too early for it to even matter, and if it came down to that later, things could always be worked out.

The more we talked the closer we became. Something was really special about Principio and he made me feel good inside. Eventually something had sparked between the two of us and a relationship ensued. It was wonderful and when I was with him it was great. I even told him about Puerto Rican Surprise & we were able to work thru it. The only problem was the distance. I would go and see him and he came to see me, so we worked around it.

As wonderful as it sounds, it didn't work out. I had broken my leg and things crumbled from there. I still think about him at times thru-out the day. Someone will do something that reminds me of him or I will see something that gets me thinking. It's kind of funny actually. I think of him and he thinks of me, but I don't want to rush into anything like that again. While the first time was great, I want to be able to devote more of myself in a relationship like that.

The last time I saw him was when I was in NYC for the Medina=Citi fiasco. We had gone out for drinks and ended up discussing things relating to the future. Overall that night was interesting -- from start to finish -- it was like old times. Afterwards he kinda flaked out on me and made it into some kind of drama. We were able to work it out tho after I told him what he was doing. He realised he was acting mad shady towards me and that he had been doing it for some time. I'm glad we were able to work things out because since then we've become better friends.

I'm going back to New York for Halloween, it would be nice to go for dinner to catch up...

Words from a Dominican: Romeo

with the hottest ass
his voice echos thru the house
he's something special

Ya volvio la cualquiera traicionera mujer zuela...
La que me causo la pena...
Que cambio mi vida entera...
Que no me dirija una palabra porque no respondo de mi...
Esto no se trata de el machismo...
Una dama y una diabla no es lo mismo...
Bendita sean todas solo por haber nacido mujer...
Pero a la mier.. las mando si son infiel...
Cuidadito si cuentas la historia como no es por bandida te bote...

"Volvio la Traicionera" from God's Project by Aventura

The Last Supper...

together eating
with island dominicans
where is the rest room

Today in the park was an experiance, however dinner is turning out to be an episode of some homo tv show that will never be produced. I feel bad that I brought Chamaquito here to Orlando to partake in this voyage.

Secretly I planned for the worst, because I know Dominicans, but these are a breed never encountered before. The only silver lining -- one of them just arrived from La Republica Dominicana and he's yet to be turned into a pato completely... and he doesn't really speak english.

Looking at these now familiar faces we have come to the following conclusions:

• Azteca: My dear Mexican has fallen into a den of pato sin. I don't know what will become of him, but I refuse to lose him to the dark side.
  
• Chamaquito: This adorable individual has an interesting future in store for him if he chooses to continue to hang out with Chulo, that's for damn sure.
  
• Maldita Negra: I would love to have a conversation with him... see what's going thru his head and what he thinks of the world around him. Just in from DR, surely this must be a change from the campo or even the life in the Capitol. Time will tell if bendito will fall into the drama as clearly our next person has.
  
• Sister Pledge: This Dominican was hit by the homo truck. And he was hit very very hard. Conversations with him primarily consist of topics relating to dick in some way, shape or form. He dominates the conversation with some kind of holier than thou loca behavior that, when in the presence of other pato either turns them off completely or in the
  case of this last individual, turns them into a queen as well.
  
• Dominicana: Azteca's man. Overall he's been hit or miss. At this moment, he's flaming out with Sister Pledge at the table, and reminds me of a flash fire raging out of control. He does have potential tho. Aside from his occasional PDA, when he's not with that other payaso, he's fine to be around.
  

Jury's still out on our voyage to Orlando, but when I land in New York at the end of October, I can't wait to have T-Montez petting my dick on the regular, because while he has his fem moments, compared to these individuals he's the butchest man on the planet.

I rock NY.

Homo Love...

two dicks in one ass
the thought of spending your life
with a real fem dude

Now Readers, this post comes to you as I enter the Universal Studios theme park. Azteca is here with his boyfriend Dominicana. Typically Azteca isn't one for the fem guys, but this one seems to be special. I've yet to see it -- but again I don't have to, he's not mine. I just write about it.

Azteca, traditionally a straignt acting Mexican pato is now coming together with Dominicana, a slightly fem Dominican pato. It still to this day boggles the mind... PDA - Pato Displays of Affection - as much dick as I suck it doesn't get easier for me. I can kiss and joke around, but the whole holding of the hands, it jus seems so contrived and artificial.

A lot of it might have to do with my jaded attitude towards pato love -- if you haven't yet caught on, I'm not completely sold. You know it really wouldn't be that big of a deal if he wasn't as much of a girl. It really doesn't matter because I'm just carrying on; if Azteca is happy, then I'm happy for him.

One day my prince will come...

Paradise by the Dashboard Light? Try Again.

driving down the road
its amber light in the dash
yes - it can happen

Azteca and his friends are in Orlando for the weekend. I don't live THAT far from Orlando and he's always driving from his mom's house in Deltona to see me so I decide I'm going to go and play with him for a weekend. Conveniently enough I had the weekend off from my job so everything worked out well. I hate to drive long distances, and from the sound of Azteca on the phone, I might need some backup -- with that, I invited Chamaquito to join me for a weekend in Orlando. He was more than up for the challenge and came to my house from the South. After we dicked around in the house for a few hours killing time, we finally decide that it's time to begin our voyage. With a snack and two cans of Full Throttle we left the house for the Rover.

Equipped with our necessities (food, drink and reggaeton) we got on the turnpike. Bear in mind that part of the allure of the Rover is the better gas milage over my Z28 Camaro and the fact the my radio is currently broken. Jam'n and snacking, Chamaquito and I chat about things such as life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Averaging 90 mph down the road, night falls and our voyage becomes exciting. Driving at nite is always more exciting because you never know where Florida Highway Patrol is lurking and now the chances of getting caught for speeding have increased dramatically... that and I only see colors and large shapes.

I was under the impression that I had enough gas for the trip. The Rover had a little over a half tank of gas -- how much could it possibly take to get there? More than I thought. As we're speeding down Florida's Turnpike the dash becomes illuminated by the gas light. I mention to Chamaquito that we need to stop and get gas. He has a realization... there's no place to get off on the turnpike to get gas because the exits are like millions of miles away from each other. I chuckle and we continue to search frantically for a place to get off the turnpike to refuel. Unfortunately we keep driving into the darkness with no sign of life on either side. To conserve fuel I engaged the cruise control and set it for 70 mph. It was then that we saw the sign... "Service Plaza 9 Miles" I reset the trip odometer and begin our mission to make it to the gas station. We're doing well. 1.5 miles... 2.7 miles... 3.6 miles... 4 miles... The the Rover started to slow down. 70... 65... 50... 35... 10... roll. We're now slowly rolling, with whatever momentum we had gained by speeding down the road, across a narrow bridge over some random body of water. By staying off of the rumble strip along the side of the turnpike, we managed to land the Rover onto a stretch of grass along side the road.

I looked at Chamaquito and he looked at me... we kissed, and it was sweet. We still had no gas, but it was sweet. I guess you can't have everything. What I did have tho was roadside assistance as part of my AMEX Platinum card holder benefits. As I'm talking to the AMEX representative, I see a familiar sight in my rear view mirror... Yes, it's the flashing of the blue and white trooper lights that usually require me to stop and pull over... this time I've beaten him to the punch. He comes up and asks me if everything is OK. I explain to him that I ran out of gas, and he then asks me to wait patiently inside my vehicle while he checks to see if the Road Warriors are still out.
So as I wait, I asked Chamaquito if he knew what that was. He didn't. In the mean time, AMEX and I had arranged road side assistance to bring me two gallons of gas. Pretty good, since the service plaza is like five miles away.

When the trooper returned, he let me know that the Road Warriors were still out and that he had them dispatched to my location to bring me gas... free of charge. I sat and I was amazed. I have never heard of such a glorious service in my life. He returned to his car and he left us on the road. He instructed us that they should be there within twenty minutes. Chamaquito and I, inside the Rover listening to Wisin y Yandel, waited patiently.

Meanwhile, during this whole ordeal, I had spoken to Azteca and he offered to come and bring gas to us in the event we did fail to make it to the plaza. I couldn't bring myself to have him drive all the way to our location just to bring us gas and then return. It was just really and inconvenience on his part. Maybe if I didn't have my Platinum card and the trooper hadn't sent the guy to bring us gas then I might consider it, but there were already people there whose only job is to help me when I need it.

As we laid in the Rover waiting, we saw the flashing of yellow and orange lights in the distance. It was our Road Warrior. When he arrived I explained to him that I needed gas, and with a quickness he returned from his truck with a red container filled with gasoline. In my head a scene from Foxy Brown flashed thru my mind. You know the scene, where the Crackers have her tied to the bed in the small shack and she manages to free herself. Well she breaks free and throws gas all over one of the Crackers and he cries out in desperation, "This is gasoline!!" To which Foxy replies, "You know it motha fucka!" before tossing a match his way.

Sorry for my short Blaxploitation Cinema moment, I don't know what got into me. Back to the story...

So the Road Warrior guy empties his container into my fuel tank and Chamaquito and I head to the Service Plaza. We pull up to the pump and then I see the most distracting thing... regular gas costs $3.15 per gallon!! For a brief moment I was taken aback, but as gas is a necessity, reluctantly re-fueled paying the toll for gassing up on the turnpike. I hope the Jew bastard who owns the station sleeps well at night knowing he's raping poor, unsuspecting travelers. Where is federal regulation when you need it? But alas, another blog.

Pulling away from the gas station, I call Azteca and let him know that we're on the road again and in good shape. He gives me the remainder of the directions I need to rendezvous with his company. Closer than we thought, Chamaquito and I get off of the turnpike and head onto the I-4 heading towards International Drive, the major strip in Orlando where the hotels are located. I call Azteca to let him know, and he instructs me to look for the building with "Sheraton" written on it. I remind him colors and shapes, and he revises his previous instruction, now I'm to look for a building with a giant globe on top. I saw it right away and headed for the entrance. Azteca was outside waiting for us upon our arrival. We gathered our things, locked the door and headed inside.

Who knew what was to become of us, one thing was for sure, with me and Azteca, it was bound to be entertaining.

Where's Chulo... Not Live Anymore?

over an acre
two houses under one roof
the grass was greener



Just look for the iron gates...

Memories: Starry Nights

surrounded by trees
urban life non-existent
bright points in the sky

you could go outside during the new moon...
gaze up at the sky...
and there, like sparkling diamonds..
shining brightly for the world to see...
nuclear fission at work -- billions of light years away...
a glimpse of a time long gone...
represented thru a point of light.

Stars glow brightly in the city; capitalism and consumerism prevent you from viewing them.