and i got tired of it
so i chopped it off
It'll grow back... maybe... LOL
viernes, julio 24, 2009
jueves, abril 30, 2009
Networking.
social networking
new circles intertwining
nothing is withheld
Yesterday I recieved a Facebook request from my uncle. It got me thinking -- of course I have to approve him, but who else did I have that is family related, who could also be reading this fascist rag? Probably more than Im aware. Not that there is anything wrong with my blog -- it's well written and informative, current with today's issues that impact my life, and from time to time, the lives of others. It should be a compulsory read for all!
The fault here is probably again my own. I mean why would anyone be writing about half the things that I do, unless of course they were diggin on dudes from time to time? The reality of who I choose to sleep with is really of little consequence to who I am as a person; I've really had no need to include such trivial aspects of my life with those I'm not sleeping with because in all seriousness, it's none of their business.
The lifestyle choices you make and who you decide to make aware of how you're conducting yourself on the daily grind is so incredibly transparent on the internet. How many of us will make pages using the same username that a quick google search will easily organise for any curious online stalker? I know I'm guilty of it -- are you? Think about it.
With the overlap of MySpace, Loopt, Twitter and Facebook -- my blog has become a focal point for anyone trying to figure out what goes thru my head. I still think the map is rudimentary at best, but there are sufficient clues that any domesticated chimpanzee could easily assemble -- perhaps it's as easy as square peg In square hole, but I'd like to give myself a little more credit than that.
Granted it's not as if my blog is a collection of erotic movies and home made porn photo sets, I save that for xtube! But even acknowledging that could be problematic! Imagine holiday meals and the topic switches from baby Jesus to how I could change the lighting to maximise the glimmer of the nut just as the money shot lands on my chest?
Who am I kidding, we all know it'll end up on my lack of abs. A boy can dream!
Since before reality TV, people have been engrossed in the daily happenings of regular people. Take Twitter for example, I have people following my "tweets" and I've no clue who they are! I'm guilty of a similar action -- studio porn is great, but my friends naked is much more erotic... Figure that out! I think it's because it gives my peculiarity a small glimmer of normalcy.
Regardless, social networking sites overrun with my family or coworkers aside, I'd do myself a disservice by keeping all this shit in my head -- I've done it for long enuf as it is -- a new era has come -- fuck the world, all eyes on me!
Yo no se de ella ni por myspace...
new circles intertwining
nothing is withheld
Yesterday I recieved a Facebook request from my uncle. It got me thinking -- of course I have to approve him, but who else did I have that is family related, who could also be reading this fascist rag? Probably more than Im aware. Not that there is anything wrong with my blog -- it's well written and informative, current with today's issues that impact my life, and from time to time, the lives of others. It should be a compulsory read for all!
The fault here is probably again my own. I mean why would anyone be writing about half the things that I do, unless of course they were diggin on dudes from time to time? The reality of who I choose to sleep with is really of little consequence to who I am as a person; I've really had no need to include such trivial aspects of my life with those I'm not sleeping with because in all seriousness, it's none of their business.
The lifestyle choices you make and who you decide to make aware of how you're conducting yourself on the daily grind is so incredibly transparent on the internet. How many of us will make pages using the same username that a quick google search will easily organise for any curious online stalker? I know I'm guilty of it -- are you? Think about it.
With the overlap of MySpace, Loopt, Twitter and Facebook -- my blog has become a focal point for anyone trying to figure out what goes thru my head. I still think the map is rudimentary at best, but there are sufficient clues that any domesticated chimpanzee could easily assemble -- perhaps it's as easy as square peg In square hole, but I'd like to give myself a little more credit than that.
Granted it's not as if my blog is a collection of erotic movies and home made porn photo sets, I save that for xtube! But even acknowledging that could be problematic! Imagine holiday meals and the topic switches from baby Jesus to how I could change the lighting to maximise the glimmer of the nut just as the money shot lands on my chest?
Who am I kidding, we all know it'll end up on my lack of abs. A boy can dream!
Since before reality TV, people have been engrossed in the daily happenings of regular people. Take Twitter for example, I have people following my "tweets" and I've no clue who they are! I'm guilty of a similar action -- studio porn is great, but my friends naked is much more erotic... Figure that out! I think it's because it gives my peculiarity a small glimmer of normalcy.
Regardless, social networking sites overrun with my family or coworkers aside, I'd do myself a disservice by keeping all this shit in my head -- I've done it for long enuf as it is -- a new era has come -- fuck the world, all eyes on me!
Yo no se de ella ni por myspace...
miércoles, abril 29, 2009
Nau.
technical beauty
fully sustainable goods
and a perfect fit
Who's soapbox have I found myself on Nau, you ask? Why, Nau of course! Nau is a clothing company that focuses on technical clothing that is fully functional from the mountain top to the social scene, yet maintains a fully ecofriendly presence.
From waterproof/breathable shells to reversible polos, the entire line is manufactured from natural materials or materials that have been and can be recycled and reused. Working hard with Japanese textile manufacturers, the line relies heavily on organic cotton, merino wool and recycled materials, such as polyesters that originally came from pop bottles and polymers synthesized from corn.
Based in Portland, Oregon, Nau was founded in 2005 by individuals with strong technical outdoor clothing experience. Their mission, to create sustainable gear that will last and perform in whatever situation presented. The original business model began with their line being offered in company stores and online.
In 2008 Nau had to close shop due to lack of monetary resources. While their retail locations shut down, they continued offering their gear online. Fortunately, a toad in shining armour came along and quickly acquired the brand and brought it back to life in record time.
Horny Toad's acquisition of Nau not only breathed new life into the company, but it provided the capital needed to continue to manufacture their high-end goods for the Fall 2008 clothing season. With the lack of brick and mortar company stores, they continued to sell items from the website as well as from select retail locations, such as Paragon Sports in New York City.
This evening I had the pleasure to interact with Nau and Horny Toad executives as they showcased the Spring 2009 line. Everything about the style and design was on point. Their organic cotton is incredibly soft due to the high quality of yarns used, the wool pieces were not scratchy at all, and their synthetic gear had the softest hand without the traditional crunchy noise of typical rain gear.
The only problem with the line is that I don't have enough money to buy it all! Which is tragic because god damn the clothes look nice. I don't know any homo that wouldn't be able to rock Nau and not look good! This, I swear, would turn any busted fool into someone you'd give a second look at -- only for the simple fact that his style is dumb fresh.
I know I was lookin' good... I had my Kenneth Cole shoes on... My Gianni Versace blue leather suit... My nails were done and my hair was fierce...
fully sustainable goods
and a perfect fit
Who's soapbox have I found myself on Nau, you ask? Why, Nau of course! Nau is a clothing company that focuses on technical clothing that is fully functional from the mountain top to the social scene, yet maintains a fully ecofriendly presence.
From waterproof/breathable shells to reversible polos, the entire line is manufactured from natural materials or materials that have been and can be recycled and reused. Working hard with Japanese textile manufacturers, the line relies heavily on organic cotton, merino wool and recycled materials, such as polyesters that originally came from pop bottles and polymers synthesized from corn.
Based in Portland, Oregon, Nau was founded in 2005 by individuals with strong technical outdoor clothing experience. Their mission, to create sustainable gear that will last and perform in whatever situation presented. The original business model began with their line being offered in company stores and online.
In 2008 Nau had to close shop due to lack of monetary resources. While their retail locations shut down, they continued offering their gear online. Fortunately, a toad in shining armour came along and quickly acquired the brand and brought it back to life in record time.
Horny Toad's acquisition of Nau not only breathed new life into the company, but it provided the capital needed to continue to manufacture their high-end goods for the Fall 2008 clothing season. With the lack of brick and mortar company stores, they continued to sell items from the website as well as from select retail locations, such as Paragon Sports in New York City.
This evening I had the pleasure to interact with Nau and Horny Toad executives as they showcased the Spring 2009 line. Everything about the style and design was on point. Their organic cotton is incredibly soft due to the high quality of yarns used, the wool pieces were not scratchy at all, and their synthetic gear had the softest hand without the traditional crunchy noise of typical rain gear.
The only problem with the line is that I don't have enough money to buy it all! Which is tragic because god damn the clothes look nice. I don't know any homo that wouldn't be able to rock Nau and not look good! This, I swear, would turn any busted fool into someone you'd give a second look at -- only for the simple fact that his style is dumb fresh.
I know I was lookin' good... I had my Kenneth Cole shoes on... My Gianni Versace blue leather suit... My nails were done and my hair was fierce...
sábado, abril 25, 2009
Dating.
folks get together
consume food and beverages
never speak again
I try to not date as often as most. In Homotopia the concept of seeing someone more than once is an idea that is not prevalent in the society. Whether it's spoken or not, the majority of us are just looking to get a nut and bounce.
Let's discuss that for a moment, getting a nut and bouncing. If you look good and they look good enough, all that's needed is a place to fuck. Conversation is usually at a minimum and any kind of social outing is virtually unheard of. (Yes, I've ended a sentence with a preposition, I am aware. Thanks!)
If the sex was good and they looked better than their pictures, you might contact them again, otherwise, well you've been there, the motherfucker is ghost. Why do we do what we do? Quite frankly because the next nigga look better than you or as good as you with a bigger dick. We, as denizens of Homotopia, are some of the most superficial and judgemental types of people that wander about and pollute this filthy cesspool of a celestial rock called Earth. From my tone, I gather that you can imagine where I'm coming from.
As an educated pseudo-Hispanic hybrid, I have been thru it quite a few times. I have no problem with "fuck and bounce", on the contrary I've become quite good at it. I understand the fundamentals and how to conduct oneself. Why then, when social outings are involved and the night ends with a sexual romp do I become confused?
Imagine, imagine for a moment that there is a horrible website out there that caters to those in Homotopia disguising itself as a networking community. (Yeah, I know, who the fuck am I kidding!) You begin talking to someone online -- someone you recognise from another location found online, but years back -- a location you would pay to access. Now as you're talking to him he seems down to earth and genuinely like someone you would like to get to know. You keep your knowledge of his sordid past to yourself because, really, who wants that brought up without it being awkward.
Days go by, you're still talking, and he suggests that you both go out for dinner, dinner and not a fuck. That's refreshing, you think he's not jus looking to bust and go. Pretty good, perhaps this might be a date, something you rarely do because of past experiences. The date is set and gears in motion.
That day, messages are exchanged to finalise plans and you decide to meet at The Den of Sin because it's happy hour. You get there and wait for him to arrive. He comes into the bar looking all fresh with nice eyes and your night begins.
At the bar a conversation ensues -- family life, dreams and aspirations, thoughts on homo relationships and how monogamy rarely works. Ideas that you yourself identify with.
The movie you were to see starts in a few hours, so you wrap up drinks and make for the restaurant. You get to a nice Italian place in Chelsea that he swears by. Coming from an Italian background, you know what it should and should not be, so as such, you're skeptical. As you're waiting for the food, conversation continues, the bottle of wine become half full, quarter full and then empty. Meanwhile his sister joins us at the end of dinner because she's in the area and wanted to say hello.
She's cool peoples and he's comfortable with family around you, so where is the train wreck? The evening seems to be going pretty good. Instead of going to the movies, he suggests that you make your way back to his place.
Perhaps this is the mistake I made -- should you sleep with someone on the first date?
Well after he failed to get his sister to go out, you all pile into the cab and make your way to his home. Kissing and touching began and one thing led to another. Everything seemed to flow. With no indication that there was a problem, you both get your nut and part ways.
Sounds nice, right? Let's throw in some crazy nut swapping and comments that basically would be found in some Latino Fan Club production that will never be produced because there was actual emotion behind it. How can it be that after a nice evening and some carnal sex, how could it be that everything was a mental construct in my head?
Could I seriously be that disillusioned -- could my ill-fated attempts at dating truly be a waste of time and effort?
I've yet to hear from him -- for better or otherwise. Some semblance of closure would be nice. I mean if you're not feeling me aiite, I had fun. If you are feeling me then what the fuck? I'm not mad, just a little confused.
It's times like this when I wish I could just settle for anything instead of looking for greener grass on the other side. I'm either going to go thru it, miserable and alone, or go thru it miserable and with someone next to me in bed.
"Of course you fuck on the first date! How else do you know if the second one is worth your time?!" ~ My Sophomore Roommate, Cam
consume food and beverages
never speak again
I try to not date as often as most. In Homotopia the concept of seeing someone more than once is an idea that is not prevalent in the society. Whether it's spoken or not, the majority of us are just looking to get a nut and bounce.
Let's discuss that for a moment, getting a nut and bouncing. If you look good and they look good enough, all that's needed is a place to fuck. Conversation is usually at a minimum and any kind of social outing is virtually unheard of. (Yes, I've ended a sentence with a preposition, I am aware. Thanks!)
If the sex was good and they looked better than their pictures, you might contact them again, otherwise, well you've been there, the motherfucker is ghost. Why do we do what we do? Quite frankly because the next nigga look better than you or as good as you with a bigger dick. We, as denizens of Homotopia, are some of the most superficial and judgemental types of people that wander about and pollute this filthy cesspool of a celestial rock called Earth. From my tone, I gather that you can imagine where I'm coming from.
As an educated pseudo-Hispanic hybrid, I have been thru it quite a few times. I have no problem with "fuck and bounce", on the contrary I've become quite good at it. I understand the fundamentals and how to conduct oneself. Why then, when social outings are involved and the night ends with a sexual romp do I become confused?
Imagine, imagine for a moment that there is a horrible website out there that caters to those in Homotopia disguising itself as a networking community. (Yeah, I know, who the fuck am I kidding!) You begin talking to someone online -- someone you recognise from another location found online, but years back -- a location you would pay to access. Now as you're talking to him he seems down to earth and genuinely like someone you would like to get to know. You keep your knowledge of his sordid past to yourself because, really, who wants that brought up without it being awkward.
Days go by, you're still talking, and he suggests that you both go out for dinner, dinner and not a fuck. That's refreshing, you think he's not jus looking to bust and go. Pretty good, perhaps this might be a date, something you rarely do because of past experiences. The date is set and gears in motion.
That day, messages are exchanged to finalise plans and you decide to meet at The Den of Sin because it's happy hour. You get there and wait for him to arrive. He comes into the bar looking all fresh with nice eyes and your night begins.
At the bar a conversation ensues -- family life, dreams and aspirations, thoughts on homo relationships and how monogamy rarely works. Ideas that you yourself identify with.
The movie you were to see starts in a few hours, so you wrap up drinks and make for the restaurant. You get to a nice Italian place in Chelsea that he swears by. Coming from an Italian background, you know what it should and should not be, so as such, you're skeptical. As you're waiting for the food, conversation continues, the bottle of wine become half full, quarter full and then empty. Meanwhile his sister joins us at the end of dinner because she's in the area and wanted to say hello.
She's cool peoples and he's comfortable with family around you, so where is the train wreck? The evening seems to be going pretty good. Instead of going to the movies, he suggests that you make your way back to his place.
Perhaps this is the mistake I made -- should you sleep with someone on the first date?
Well after he failed to get his sister to go out, you all pile into the cab and make your way to his home. Kissing and touching began and one thing led to another. Everything seemed to flow. With no indication that there was a problem, you both get your nut and part ways.
Sounds nice, right? Let's throw in some crazy nut swapping and comments that basically would be found in some Latino Fan Club production that will never be produced because there was actual emotion behind it. How can it be that after a nice evening and some carnal sex, how could it be that everything was a mental construct in my head?
Could I seriously be that disillusioned -- could my ill-fated attempts at dating truly be a waste of time and effort?
I've yet to hear from him -- for better or otherwise. Some semblance of closure would be nice. I mean if you're not feeling me aiite, I had fun. If you are feeling me then what the fuck? I'm not mad, just a little confused.
It's times like this when I wish I could just settle for anything instead of looking for greener grass on the other side. I'm either going to go thru it, miserable and alone, or go thru it miserable and with someone next to me in bed.
"Of course you fuck on the first date! How else do you know if the second one is worth your time?!" ~ My Sophomore Roommate, Cam
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