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Someone Slap Me For Saying So….

Saturday, March 25th, 2006 | I'm a bitch and I know it., blog entry | 1 Comment

There were protests Friday by thousands of people across the country over Congress’ decision to consider bills that would tighten restrictions on illegal immigrants in the country. There would be penalties for people who hire illegal immigrants, and a physical border will be erected on a third of the U.S. Mexican border. There are thousands of people who believe that their freedoms are being encroached upon, and that “This is not America.”

And I am baffled.

I must apologize to my more liberal-minded friends, but I have to admit that I personally believe that there should be more enforcement of immigration regulations. Illegal immigration is a growing problem, and I for one am surprised that I am agreeing with some conservative pundits on an issue.

The fact is, too many people are coming into the United States because they believe in the myth that it is a land of opportunity. Instead of staying in their own countries and working for change within, they decide to flee and leave, sometimes illegally as they sneak in through the border, or allowing themselves to work in lower-than-minimum-wage jobs in sweat-shop-like locations that are invisible to the the government.

The United States is merely trying to create some control on a growing problem that is using up resources meant for its own people. And thousand of people are dying every year, trying to cross into the U.S. illegally. Honestly, is it worth it?

“America is Not The World“, according to Morrissey.

I for one laud attempts to impose stricter enforcement of regulations. Now this is different from stricter controls on immigration, where people are discouraged to immigrate. There is a proper channel for everything, and if people decide to bypass those created channels, there is no sympathy for them.

Staying in tonight.

Monday, February 6th, 2006 | Gay Bloggers, I'm a bitch and I know it., blog entry, faggy tendencies | No Comments

As someone prone to streaks of bad luck, I’m sadly used to disappointment. The good thing is, I’ve also come to enjoy the smaller things in life.

Right now, I am enjoying a hot cup of tea, listening to Joni Mitchell, and sitting in my living room on a cold, wet night.

The weather forecast last week for the weekend fluctuated from snow on Sunday and Monday, to possible ice and sleet on Monday morning, to the actual reality of cold rain.

My disappointment came about when dinner plans with someone fell through. I had planned to have a serious discussion about our “status”. the past few weeks of my work and sickness have taken a toll on our relations. And another call I made went unanswered, despite him getting a promise from me to call.

I’m not upset, just disappointed. So I caffeinated myself and proceeded to enjoy a state of stimulated excitement just so I did not get too pensive. I went quasi-book-shopping at Outwrite as I waited, and waited, and waited, until I left, went home, and decided to just eat leftover pizza from last night’s faggy Super Bowl party, and watch television until I fell asleep.

Yes, I did watch the Super Bowl.

And some more news to dissappoint:

• Yet another history of Firefox.
• Bush Administration works to diminish impact of NASA research, tries to phase out “earth science”.

Desperate Gaysians and Those Evil White Men

Thursday, December 8th, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it. | 3 Comments

I attended a poetry reading yesterday. Franklin Abbott invited me to read with some other Atlanta LGBT poets at a reading at the Atlanta Fulton public Library on Ponce de Leon Avenue. As the repository of Georgia’s largest LGBTQ collection in a public library, I cannot stress how important the library is. I’m already trying to compile a list of books to recommend to them.

The reading was holiday themed, but instead of choosing some holiday-themed poems that might’ve bordered on sappy metaphorical visual imagery of a cross-cultural heritage, I did an about face in response to a few recent events in my life.

Sometimes, during heartbreak, one can say the darndest things, and say absolutions that are just ridiculous. Not my own heartbreak, mind you, but of others. I almost lost a dear friend because thanks to the general life-suckiness of White Gay America, one entertained the thought of *gasp* being straight. In a moment like this, what was I to do? I did the only thing I could do, which was to say that we are not just gay, but GAYSIAN *snap*. When saying gaysian, and to underscore the power behind the identity, it is only appropriate to do a snap of your fingers, lone hand above your hand, not unlike the fist in the air for Black Power in the 60s/70s.

Now imagine a rally of snapping fingers in the air for the Radical Homosexual Asians of America movement.

I used that as the introduction before I read my selection of poems. I dedicated my reading to the Princess, who couldn’t be there, and read a few poems I had recently drawn up in my own yellow-tempered anger. Hon, it’s fabulous to be Gaysian!

*snap*

Read my poems after the jump.

The Need for Brandon Lee
stan d.

To know myself is to see myself,
Dirt, smut, and all.

50 gigabytes of porn
Palmer gets Fucked
Every Poolboy’s Dream
Cum Sloppy Buttholes,
There’s still a void to be filled,
Pun intended.

Nothing else is better than Brandon Lee,
A thousand California rolls cannot make it,
Not even mountains of glitter and kittens,
The smell of a man after a day of hard labor makes me get on my knees and worship,
And yet nothing else is better than Brandon Lee.

Personals
stan d.

Roleplay

5′9 27 GAM top looking for submissive white bottom to re-enact the Japanese invasion of World War II. Looking for POW types, meth-addicts perfect for bondage/prison scenes. Pain tolerance a must. Must not be allergic to bamboo or rattan.

Right Now
5′8, 135, chinese 23, fit smooth, wants to be fucked hard and nasty, be pissed on and eat cum, send a pic for play.

Another Time
19 GAM looking for other GAM my age for discreet fun. Looking to top for the first time. White boyfriend is out, and looking to have some fun before he comes home. He will never suspect anything because I’m not sticky rice.

Fantasy
21, 5′11′ GAM looking for a meaningful relationship. Not looking for rice queens or someone who thinks that I am exotic, or calls me oriental. I’m not a rug! Looking for average guys who won’t ask me where I’m REALLY from, or assume I am a bottom right from the bat. That’s a surprise.

Desperate Gaysians
stan d.

Oh what drama!

Are you trying to steal my white boyfriend?
Why are you looking at him?
He’s mine. Mine!
He’s mine because I saw him first,
I beat the other queens to the punch,
My rosebud is superior to yours,
And you can’t lure him with your oriental wiles.

He’s perfect for me because he appreciates my exotic-ness,
I’m special, admit it.
Maybe he’s not as handsome as Richard,
Or as hung as William from MIT.
But thank Buddha he’s not as kinky as Glen.

I like to keep my sesame oil in the kitchen, thank you very much.
He said it was “natural”,
I always felt like I was being marinated,
Like roast duck at the Asian supermarket.
We stayed together for four months,
Until he installed the Tibetan Shrine in the living room.
A queen has to have some standards.

The night I met Jason,
He came up and asked me where I was from,
I said China, because Tennessee sounded so boring.
We’ve been going out for 3 months,
And he still does not know that I secretly read Ginsberg in my spare time,
And that I graduated with a degree in English Lit.

Marta Sighting.

Friday, September 30th, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it. | 1 Comment

Something about boys with beards eating nerds candy for their sugar rush is really, really cute.

An old white man wearing a cap with “JESUS” on it scares me to an extent. It’s like a badge, a WWJD bracelet, after all.

I’m thinking about pressing things to accomplish, to haul my lazy ass through the valley of sloth & lust. Illustration of sad boy done. Sad Girl next. Then Happy Boy & Girl. And with witty phrases to boot. I know I have some creativity somewhere.

I wonder if someone wants to go to the Hairy Dick tonight.

21 Addendum

Friday, September 23rd, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it., faggy tendencies, perpetually single, things happen | 1 Comment

I haven’t been blogging as much as I would like to. I would like to share the story of the genteel old lady on the bus who laid her hands on a guy in an electric wheelchair, and did a prayer. Or the guy who I always see on the train who plays his bad music loud, sings along, and I fight the urge to tell him to get better music.

How about them hedonistic tendencies?

Well, I’m still quite single. A hectic work schedule and ongoing personal troubles just tend to build up. I was holding out for someone special for the past few months, but missed communication and just lack of it has made it wither on the vine.

I read the news, and I feel mortified at the actions (or lack of) of the Bush administration. His blunders in the wake of Katrina should open quite a few eyes. I get sick everytime I see conservative pundits like Ann Coulter (that scheming bitch! No wonder there are gay republicans) and O’Reilly spin the facts in favor of Bush to people who believe what they say wholeheartedly because they carry the label of conservative. As someone who used to feel sympathy for the Log Cabin Republican Cause, I feel mortified.

Thank God for Anderson Cooper. I think he’s hot.

Poor Kate Moss. She got caught doing cocaine, and is seeing her modelling career crumble, and police investigating her. She might lose her baby. Someone please help her. She’s not the only one, and is only being turned into a scapegoat because she was careless. She is married to Pete Doherty after all, folks. Like Whitney and Bobby, nothing says true love like sharing a line together.

Who wants to watch a sappy movie with me?

Such a Lightweight

Thursday, September 22nd, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it. | 3 Comments

As far as 21st Birthday celebrations go, I would like to think that mine was quite mellow. I spent most of the day at work, diving through paperwork and pending stuff. Finally got home, where I had a nice TV-watching with a few close friends, with the premiere of Martha’s The Apprentice (Martha is the only reason why I would watch a reality show), and the season premiere of Lost (Herman got me hooked, and I spent the past 48 hours catching up on the whole season). I made some bruschetta brushed with olive oil and seasonings, and served with pastrami, and after Lost, we ate the ice-cream cake that Herman sweetly provided.

I was content with having the night end there, but Spencer and Herman decided to bring me out to get some drinks.

The minute we walked into the Blake’s, the drag queen holding court immediately draws his attention to us three gaysians walking through the door, and Spencer proceeds to announce my birthday. The drag queen immediately made a spectacle of it, and handed me two double-shots of Jagermeister and Goldschlager, and I downed both, thought I was fine for a few minutes, drank a Sexondabeach Spencer got me, and felt all three hit me like a two-ton jackhammer. I’m quite embarrassed that Herman, Nick, and Spencer had to see me go down like that.

I am such a lightweight.

I promise more rational posts. Hedonism is better left savored.

Thoughts about being 21

Honestly, turning 21 has no real emotional significance for me. I had already been enjoying the benefits of legal-age drinking for years in Puerto Rico (the drinking age is 18), and the only benefit I see is the freedom to join my friends for drinks at a bar without a lesbian at the door barring access.

It was great to hear from Taryn, my soul-twin from Switzerland, who called me in the middle of the day. She’s fabulous as always, and I have to remember to ring her anytime I cross Washington, D.C. We wished each other a Happy Birthday, and caught up for a few minutes before I went back to work.

I got a ton of messages from Facebook too, which is a plus and really good to know that people found out about my birthday.

Even brother Eddie called me from Singapore to wish me a Happy Birthday, so that was nice. I saw my younger sisters the night before when we had a family dinner for my birthday at the Cheesecake Factory.

Remember this? The Egg + Muffin Toaster I raved about months ago. Joey got me that for my birthday, which is just about the sweetest birthday gift anybody has gotten for me. I then proceeded to show him how wearing slimmer jeans could help make an impact on personal appearance. After the cake, I proceeded to demo the new kitchen appliance, much to the delight of guests.

Being 21, I now can indulge in facets of my personality I never managed to explore, like alcoholism, and buying drinks for the minors.

Two cents of inspiration

Thursday, July 21st, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it. | No Comments

While a Mac owning you (where you are a Mac addict) is sexy, the inverse (you owning a Mac) is not always true.

Owning a Mac does not automatically make you sexy. That is a sad truth of times.

Let the Sun Shine

Thursday, July 7th, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it. | 1 Comment

Hallelujah! the sun has come out!

I will unfortunately have to postpone any rendezvous with joey tonight to go pick up the Mother and family from the airport after their month-long vacation in Asia, specifically Taiwan, Singapore, and Malaysia.

Cranky Business

Monday, June 27th, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it. | 2 Comments

Currently in a rutty mood.

Somehow ended work on a negative note. Couldn’t do anything for one customer, and i think I let it get to me personally. It’s difficult for me to feel helpless.

This past weekend was a mix of fun and just plain more crankiness. In fact, i think my current mood is an extension of the weekend’s. I didn’t get the Sunday off for the parade, so I worked pretty much all weekend, and went out one night to hear Mark spin at Bazzaar. Got sadly drunk with only a few drinks, and as I walked home, I think I sent some messages to joey that should not have been sent. Something about myself being sick of the lack of affection on his part, and what I seem to know all along: he’s just not interested. So that was just the bummer feeling alcohol made me confront.

So my Pride weekend was a bit of a bust. It felt for me like any other weekend, overworked and exhausting.

Ooh, before I went to Bazzaar on Saturday night, I went with my new friend Herman to an Asian Express party at some house surprisingly (and scarily) close to where I lived. I found myself awkward amongst strangers, but it was somewhat what I had imagined. I promise I shall be more emotionally prepared next time. Again, I find a problem with an organization for Gay Asians being run by non-Asians. Intentions are great, but i had to keep away from the older white men present. Actually, I think I am finding myself in a sticky-rice mood. Laugh, those who got that.

Another bummer for the weekend was the announcement from my roommate that he would not be renewing the lease for the apartment. So this means that I am now looking for a new place to live.

More stress. Just what I needed. No wonder I’m cranky. I need a cigarette.

Pride Addendum

Saturday, June 25th, 2005 | I'm a bitch and I know it. | 1 Comment

I just had a most harrowing experience after I posted my last entry.

Well, not so much harrowing, as much as it was annoying. I’m sure I’ve dropped hints here and there of my quadrilingualness. And I also do not like to bring out the skillz in public, mostly so that people do not gawk and start asking me to speak to them in different tongues. Frankly, I find it quite annoying.

Anyways, the first mistake I made was trying to be nice to someone who asked me a question in broken English by replying to them in Spanish. What resulted was the usual gawk and then a barrage of Spanish conversation. While I remained civil, I knew that I had dug a hole for myself by opening the conversation. There was definitely some overt flirting, or at least suggestion of wanting some “asian guy”, but alas, I have to plead the “not my type” amendment. It’s almost like pleading the fifth, except it’s gay law.

Fact is, ever since then, whenever I go to Outwrite now and he is around, the guy will just suddenly start talking to me. I do not consider him a friend or pal at all, but he clearly believes that I do, honestly, want to speak with him, and listen. I’m sorry. I might normally be, but I also was clearly busy with some stuff on my laptop. Of course, being busy with my laptop is my excuse for ANY guy who may want to start talking with me. Some people are persistent, but I am quite stubborn, a trait I learned from Dear Mother.

But tonight’s experience was harrowing enough for me to eschew taking Marta, and walking home to my apartment. The guy even had the nerve to specifically state “I’ve always wanted to be with an Asian person”, and “Is it true that Asians are not as well endowed?”. EXCUSE ME!? HOW RUDE!

And how does all of this relate to Pride?

Kids, learn to say NO.