the sweetest tongue

I got into an interesting discussion on a Model Minority forum thread about Asian American Activists who date non-Asians. Somehow, to some people, dating a non-Asian automatically discredits you from being an activist.

They call this Talks Asian, Beds White. I first felt appalled that they threw out of the window the tireless efforts of one [...]

There are a few things in life that make me cringe. Rice queens are one of them. While I think it is perfectly alright that someone can have their own “preferences” when it comes to the type of men or women they will date, what i find appalling and downright scary is when a “preference” [...]

I think I just experienced the most racist thing on Friday. As I was walking around the mall during my lunch break, I passed by a gentleman on sitting at a table, and I nodded to him in politeness. he goes ahead and PUTS HIS HANDS TOGETHER AND BOWS HIS HEAD TO ME!

Umm, I don’t [...]

I have a bad short-term memory. I forget names, places, and facts that I would like, or need to, remember. Sometimes I suspect my mind of taking an impromptu holiday, deciding that no, I don’t really need to know who it is who bought me the drink that night.

Case in Point:
James invited me to his [...]

Here I am, sitting down in my dining room (now dining room/lounge), waiting for my rice to cook as I enjoy a drink of raspberry rum and sprite. It’s never too early to enjoy a fruity alcoholic drink. I realize that my apartment looks gorgeous in the sunset, the orange light streaming through my windows, [...]

I was supposed to get some labels done for the Alliance for today’s National Day of Silence at Kinko’s, and a funny thing happened since I took a nap at 9pm after saying goodbye to J. I woke up at 1:30am with the full intention of going straight to Kinko’s, and I ended up falling [...]

One thing I’ve come to learn about myself recently is that I am developing a growing intolerance for people who ignore rules of grammar and language and fall back on slang or some sort of verbal structure they must have developed on their own. Some people call it slang, or vernacular, but I call it [...]

or, I’m Becoming a Rightist Log Cabin Republican

I love America because I can get m y taxes done online while having coffee with friends on Valentine’s Day, a table of single queens and one fag stag. It was amusing to queen out as I tried to answer the questions given out to me at Turbotax. [...]

Maybe I have too many high expectations of myself. To be the nice guy. To be the perfect employee. To be the good friend. To not give anybody any reason to be disliked or hated. Accepting, accommodating.

The reason for my lamentation, is that I found out about a person’s recent misery, and while my normal [...]