the sweetest tongue

Señor señor is my friend.

Tuesday, July 26th, 2005 | faggy tendencies | 2 Comments

Current highlights, since I’m finding it hard to write a coherent sentence at the moment.

• The Starbucks Green Tea Frappuccino  isn’t as delectable as I expected it to be. While the initial sweetness was a delight, the powdery aftertaste leaves much to be desired. But then again, I have this taste after every frappuccino in this G-d-forsaken corporate coffeeplace.
• I’ll be giving a workshop on Dreamweaver in the Lenox Square Apple Store in September. Things to look forward to: Site Navigation and CSS.
• A new boy and I spent last night having a hot and heavy chat session, me on the couch on the phone typing away, and him back home. It’s great when people understand how busy you are. And hot when they can turn you on with typed words.
• In a nod to diversity and proving that one does not have to give in to typecasting, Jai Rodriguez, of Queer Eye fame, comes out to say that he also likes the ladies. [Queer Day]
• The apartment search goes on. I’m waiting to hear from a fabulous townhouse in Midtown, while still researching my options.

That is all I can think of, at the moment.

Books & Movies

Wednesday, July 20th, 2005 | blog entry, faggy tendencies | No Comments

Despite the fact that I’m in “emergency-mode” in apartment hunting to find a place by the end of next week, I’ve been having quite a few good days. i spent last week at work and home in Lawrenceville, relaxing a bit, and just maybe “getting away” from things “within the Perimeter” for a few days on my days off. It was something I needed, and a great break from the roommate. Now that we are nearing the end of our last month in the apartment, I’m starting to grow more irritable at some habits, guests, and attitudes of his.

Work has been a bit crazy lately. I’ve been coming home just exhausted, I mean, I was so exhausted, I actually put of getting the new Harry Potter book (“Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Book 6)” (J.K. Rowling))to Saturday, instead of Friday at midnight. I had pre-ordered it, and also picked up “Specimen Days : A Novel” (Michael Cunningham) at 25% off. And not only did I NOT finish the book the same day I got it, I only managed to start it on Sunday morning on my work commute, and finished it by 3am that same night. Those who really know me know that I am a bit of a Harry Potter fan, so I have to say that i thoroughly enjoyed the book. I will not give away any spoilers (because I find it just annoying that those people who do not read the book know certain plot twists). Now I’m digging into Specimen Days, and being very pleased with it. Nowadays, I’m actually leaving my laptop behind in the apartment, and going to work and about with just my book, notebook, and pens. To some people, the idea of me leaving home without my laptop is just preposterous.

I am currently apartment-hunting, due to the fact that my roommate has decided not to renew the lease, and we shall be moving out at the end of the month. Already, the roommate has already driven me crazy in the past month by not only having his girlfriend suddenly move in, but also having his friend from Colorado, his girlfriend’s friend who suddenly showed up, and her sister staying in our apartment for a few weeks. I pay half of the rent, and having all these people in our two-bedroom was a bit preposterous. I am feeling a bit nervous about being able to find an apartment within my price range and still be accessible to work and (possibly) school, but I am at a point where when I should be frantic, but I’m relaxing, because I know that I am trying all I can, and that in the end, all will be well.

I just have to believe.

On another note, I went on one of those pseudo-dates tonight. Been talking to a guy online for a while, and we finally met to “hang out”, and I suggested catching a movie at Midtown Art Cinema. Mysterious Skin was showing at 7:45, so we set a time to meet, and after spending some time at outwrite with Herman discussing graph theory (not really discussing, but more of a topic of conversation, since he was the engineering student, and me, a lowly ex-chem major turned graphic designer/sociologist), I met Mark for the first time, and we went off to watch the movie. I footed the bill, because I was the one who insisted on a movie, since the original idea of “a night in” was nixed by the presence of the roommate and a full sink of dishes. I mean, nothing is more unsexy than unwashed dishes in the sink.

Two minutes into the movie, I was starting to regret my choice, as I was welling up with anticipation and with awe, but I realized that the movie might be a bit heavy for a “first-time meeting” movie. As a movie about childhood pedophilia affects its victims, it was unnerving at times, but I took it all in stride. There was some great acting, and sex, but by the end of the movie, while the content of the film was a bit much, we both thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We then grabbed at bite at Joe’s, the one place I can depend on for a bite after 11pm in Midtown, where I would like to think that we had a very fun conversation. I mean, when the topics of discussion include naming schemas for personal computers, what’s not to love? By the end of the night and after he dropped me off at my apartment, I realized that I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and am looking forward to seeing him again.

It’s Suburbia, Baby!

Tuesday, July 12th, 2005 | faggy tendencies | No Comments

Home in Lawrenceville. Might work on some other projects, the crazy bio I am writing for this site, and dreaming of PDAs*.

*Public Displays of Affection.

Headline of the Day:

Universe “too queer” to grasp. [BBC Online]

I’m craving fried chicken

Sunday, July 10th, 2005 | faggy tendencies | 8 Comments

I love the New York Times. Specifically, their Dining & Wine section. They have columns by one of my idols Nigella Lawson, and their restaurant reviews and editorials are any food-critic/enthusiast’s dream.

Recently, they featured a Decatur restaurant in an article. Watershed, owned by one-half of the Indigo Girls, Emily Saliers. I love this restaurant. I went once for my friend Ashley’s birthday, and we thoroughly enjoyed the Southern fare. Yummy shrimp grits. Lovely women. Delicious wine.

They have a famous fried chicken night on Tuesdays, and I’m aching to try it out sometime. I love fried chicken. It’s one of my guilty pleasures. Next to mayonnaise, whole milk, and ABBA.

Fried chicken. Part of my life since I was born. We served fried chicken at our restaurants in PR, and my dad had this secret recipe for it which blended Puerto Rican spices and lots of yummy goodness. I used to always steal a drumstick or two (or three) from the kitchen, and devour it. I later on moved on to loving chicken wings as my preference, then breast, and now my favorite part of the chicken is the thighs, where all of the yummy dark meat resides. I have the recipe scribbled down in one of my notebooks, but it’s for a batch of 10 while chickens. I’ll dissect it sometime and try to recreate it.

Despite my OCD ways of eating (I try my best NOT to use my fingers, resorting to knives and forks for pizza, hamburgers, and roasted chicken), fried chicken is the only food I feel comfortable eating with my hands. There is a sense of freedom in eating with abandon, with no regards to what is on your fingers. And that is a freedom I rarely allow myself. in the eating, I mean.

Amongst the weight-conscious homo crowd, there is a sense of shame eating fried chicken. Sometimes, I imagine myself (and remember myself) eating my chicken in a corner, in the shame of my gluttonous faggy self.

Something stinks

Monday, July 4th, 2005 | faggy tendencies | No Comments

The marta stations reeked of human sweat as hundreds of walker/runners from Peachtree Road Race travelled. One of two times I was graced with naked torsos in public transport. Nipples. Lots of yummy nipples.

But all these people threatened to make me late for work, and so I was torn between lust and scorn, reminding me of some travesties in Miami. Did I ever mention that time when I did that thing with that person? I guess not.

My thoughts are in quite a dissarray these few days. Attempting to be creative. Wanting to design sites and write poetry, but instead making penne pasta with cheese & butter and using corned beef as a garnish.

Last week was all about work. Work, work, work. And some cooking. Spent Saturday night indoors, comforted by the Food Network (Congrats Dan & Steve!).

Addictive shows:

The Next Food Network Star
Blow Out

Normally I am not a big fan of ze reality shows, but I made an exception for these fabulous shows.

Truth said. I can’t resist.

Thursday, June 30th, 2005 | faggy tendencies | 1 Comment

All bets are off. Joey is back in my life.

PRIDE

Friday, June 24th, 2005 | faggy tendencies | No Comments

Atlanta’s Pride weekend is upon us.

Let us throw on what skanky outfits we have, the lipstick, mascara that shows off our true colours. Oh, and please wear something colourful. That would be just lovely.

Me, as I mentioned before, am feeling the desire to either come out and play, or hide out, until the commotion is over. I never did do well in big crowds. Unless I was on caffeine or had someone’s hand to grip. (I know that was bad English). Luckily for me, the powers that be at work have decided for me, so I have decided to eschew major celebrations, and work. I did not get my day off for Sunday, so I shall not be marching in the parade, which is a mixed blessing. It saves me the trouble of an hour or so in front of the mirror messing with my hair.

I had another thought in my head, and this was about possibly just going ahead and have someone help me create a mohawk for my hair. And then colouring it. While it might give my poor grandmother a heart attack, it’s something I feel like doing. Just like the nipple piercing.

I will do at least one thing this weekend, and that will be going to support DJ Remark at Bazzaar Saturday night. It shall be my one shot this weekend to get (slightly) wasted and enjoy a meal and drinks. I wonder what faggy crowd will show up. And the joys of going to work at 7:30am the next day.

The pies were fabulous on Thursday. While only one pie was consumed (What did you expect at a picnic for fags right before Pride?), it was thoroughly enjoyed by those who partook. Next time, I shall go ahead with my plans to make a Crepe Cake. I’ll post the recipe up once I get around to making it.

Anyways, everyone have a great Pride! It’s the one time of year (besides Halloween) where you can walk the streets in your assorted fetish gear.

Pies and Salmon

Thursday, June 23rd, 2005 | faggy tendencies | 3 Comments

I just finished making four caramel pecan pies. All done in the last 12 hours. And while the oven was heating up, I also managed to steambake some salmon and oysters for lunch.

I’ll be debuting my pies to friends at Screen on the Green tonight (Mommie Dearest. Hello?!) With ice cream for accompaniment.

Oh, baby.

It’s a changing world.

Tuesday, June 14th, 2005 | faggy tendencies | 1 Comment

I got off the MARTA train platform at Inman Park/Reynoldstown today, and as I was ascending the stairs, a guy in front of me looks at me, and points at this woman wearing a mini skirt and a short top. he grins, and winks at me. I shrugged. This elicits a response:

Man: What, you don’t like black women?

Me: I don’t like any women.

Man: (Look of understanding) Ah. Y’know, that’s cool, man.

Man: You don’t like black people?

Me: I like all colors.

Man: Hehe, That’s cool, dude.

Man proceeds to give me that weird handshake thing people do with a closed fist, one hitting the other, with me completely missing them.

Proof of the changing attitudes towards gays.

Diversion needed

Tuesday, June 7th, 2005 | faggy tendencies | 4 Comments

Methinks it is time for a little splurge…. and that fifth iPod shuffle case I bought on Saturday does not count.

I’ve been thinking about getting a piercing. Not just any piercing, but a nipple piercing. I used to be pretty adamant against piercing, and would possibly give into getting a tattoo, most likely one of my family name on my upper left chest area. 方.

But yes, I’ve been thinking about getting that piercing. I just need to find a nice place to do them, and get them over with, since I’ve been lusting over getting at least one for a while. I will have to ask around for some piercing place recommendations, and see if I will have enough guts to go get it done. I think I might need friendly support, aka like Laura who I accompanied to get her genital piercing.

It’s kind of rebellious, getting the piercing done. I can myself already, constantly playing with my nipples as I wait for the bus.