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Red is the color Du Jour

Sunday, March 7th, 2004 | rant | No Comments

The most fashionable accessory for gay men this season?

Red, burnt skin with a tinge of brown, encouraged by the flaming sun of the past two days. The tanlines from the JLo sunglasses accentuate the eyes and the look of bewilderment that comes from seeing a hot guy, or Friday night’s orgasm.

Even my roommate succumbed, returning from South Beach looking like a lobster. I, unlike Toby, will not subject people to the presence of my skin, and will wait instead till Spring Break when everyone is gone before getting myself that color du jour that all the gay boys are wanting.

circuit bois and ADD annoyances

Saturday, February 28th, 2004 | rant | No Comments

I had a better title and possibly better entry, but the browser crashed before I could post…

So after a fashion emergency in which I realized that I hated my whole wardrobe and had NOTHING to wear to go out in, sufferign from an almost panic-attack and experiencing a helpless-homo moment, the roommate saved the day by using his inborn fashion skills to help me get dressed adequately to go to Coli. Gay roommates rock.

Dancing at the club, I get pulled in to join a female menage a trois with two lesbians and a bisexual, when I get pushed away by the other gay boy trying to get into the action and wanting it all for himself. How rude! Whatever happened to common dirty-dancing etiquette? That was just another bump in a night I really did not enjoy as much as I could. Coli just isn’t as fun anymore. I notice the crowds getting thinner week after week, and the clientele being replaced by a more “thuggish” or ghetto fabulous look with the opening of the hip-hop room. Not my scene. The music isn’t to die for anymore. What happened to good house music? The dance diva anthems that usually get the boys’ hearts aflame? Some people pre-drink before heading out to club. I’ve been reduced to pre-listening, dosing on Junior Vasquez, Hex Hector, or the compilations from the Ministry of Sound to get myself into the club mentality.

And about ADD annoyances, I had to get up at 9-something in the morning (after getting in from Ft. Lauderdale at 4 or so) to attend the Asian Pacific Islander American Leadership Conference(AIPA U: Leadership 101) sponsored by the organization of Chinese Americans (OCA) and hosted in my school. And while it was great being in a group of asian american student leaders, I’ve been getting instances and thoughts of extreme irritation at certain indivduals, coupled with urges to slap, maim, or chase away. How rude of myself. But all I can do is smile wide as I mutter bitch under my breath. The ADD came in when I started getting deadly thoughts against this one guy, who ended up revealing that he had ADD.

And did I mention that it’s freezing down here in Miami? Well, not as cold as your Northerners, but still, my fingers are numb.

Why I Cannot Stand Straight Boys

Wednesday, February 25th, 2004 | rant | No Comments

During Asian American Lit:

Girl: A majority of writers in Afircan American studies are black gay women, or lesbians. So there is like so many black lesbian writers that they have actually branched off from African American studies.
Guy in class: Sweet!

Again, I find this over-exotification of lesbians by straight men, inspired by those “faux” lesbians of Girls Gone Wild very disturbing.

Gay Manual, Chapter One

Friday, February 20th, 2004 | rant | No Comments

Me: didn’t you read the gay instruction manual?
John: no
John: i lost mine
Me: tsk tsk
Me: Well, chapter one: some people like to give, and others like to receive.
Me: And others like it any way!
John: haha
Me: but you don’t know if you liek to receive until you’ve received a gift.
Me: And people don’t knwo the fuzziness that comes with giving until they’ve tried it.
John: ha
Me: And then there are those who, like during christmas, give when they receive.
Me: that’s gay sexual dynamics in a g-rated version.

Defense of Marriage

Saturday, February 14th, 2004 | rant | No Comments

From: Protestants for the Common Good
In Defense of Biblical Marriage

The Presidential Prayer Team is currently urging us to: “Pray for the President as he seeks wisdom on how to legally codify the definition of marriage. Pray that it will be according to Biblical principles. With any forces insisting on variant definitions of marriage, pray that God’s Word and His standards will be honored by our government.” This is true.

Any good religious person believes prayer should be balanced by action. So here, in support of the Prayer Team’s admirable goals, is a proposed Constitutional Amendment codifying marriage entirely on biblical principles:

A. Marriage in the United States shall consist of a union between one man and one or more women. (Gen 29:17-28; II Sam 3:2-5)

B. Marriage shall not impede a man’s right to take concubines, in
addition to his wife or wives. (II Sam 5:13; I Kings 11:3; II Chron 11:21)

C. A marriage shall be considered valid only if the wife is a virgin. If
the wife is not a virgin, she shall be executed. (Deut 22:13-21)

D. Marriage of a believer and a non-believer shall be forbidden. (Gen 24:3; Num 25:1-9; Ezra 9:12; Neh 10:30)

E. Since marriage is for life, neither this Constitution nor the constitution of any State, nor any state or federal law, shall be construed to permit divorce. (Deut 22:19; Mark 10:9)

F. If a married man dies without children, his brother shall marry the widow. If he refuses to marry his brother’s widow or deliberately does not give her children, he shall pay a fine of one shoe, and be otherwise punished in a manner to be determined by law. (Gen. 38:6-10; Deut 25:5-10)

G. In lieu of marriage, if there are no acceptable men in your town, it is required that you get your dad drunk and have sex with him (even if he had previously offered you up as a sex toy to men young and old), tag-teaming with any sisters you may have. Of course, this rule applies only if you are female. (Gen 19:31-36)

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sick. But feeling good.

Friday, February 13th, 2004 | rant | No Comments

Having the sniffles and this congestion at the front of my head. Walking in the sun isn’t as fun as it used to be.

But in other great uplifting news, I’ve gotten this cold almost deliberately. I’ve been seeing this boy for almost two weeks now, and I guess I couldn’t wait till he was better before well, swappin’ some spit.

I would like to think of this as an experiment of tolerance. Not mine, but his. our music tastes run along the same lines of alternative, except for my sporadic sojourns into pop territory.

Looking through my iPod. Stops. Sudden face of horror.
Him: Hilary Duff? Why? *Puts his head down and moans in pain*

Good thing is, I have enough of Interpol, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Fischerspooner, Peaches, and the Strokes to create a kickass soundtrack to make out to.

Not that I’m complaining about his choice of music.

Song of the Moment

Friday, February 6th, 2004 | rant | No Comments

Clearly the best gay song I had growing up!

Take That ft. Lulu - Relight My Fire

Help me escape this feelin’ of insecurity
I need you so much but I don’t think you really need me
But if we all stand up in the name of love
And state the case of what we’re dreamin’ of
I’ve got to say I only dream of you
But like a thief in the night you took away the love that I knew

Relight my fire, your love is my only desire
Relight my fire cos I need your love

Turn back the times ’til the days when our love was new
Do you remember
No matter what was happenin’, I was there with you
But if we all stand up for what we believe
And maybe live within our possibilities
The world would be wild for the dream
So baby don’t turn away, listen to what I gotta say

Relight my fire, your love is my only desire
Relight my fire cos I need your love
Relight my fire, your love is my only desire
Relight my fire cos I need your love, yeah

You gotta be sure enough to walk on through the night
There’s another new day on the other side
Cos I got hope in my soul I keep on walkin’ baby

Relight my fire, your love is my only desire
Relight my fire cos I need your love
Relight my fire, your love is my only desire
Relight my fire cos I need your love, yeah

me practicing my wit

Sunday, January 11th, 2004 | rant | No Comments

Usual car conversations with the mother….

Mom: You know we chinese people have beter genes than other people.
Me: That’s not true.
Mom: Yes. You look and you can tell.
Me: It doesn’t matter if we’re chinese or not. We all have the same genes. And it dosn’t matter if we bought them at the GAP or Banana Republic.

back to school

Tuesday, December 23rd, 2003 | rant | No Comments

Sometimes when I try to determine if someone is gay, I try to imagine them having sex. Believe me, it helps. I could write a whole entry on the sex-drenched minds of human males and the even more sex-obsessed mentalities of gay young men, but I won’t go into that.

The high school’s annual alumni christmas party was a blast. Saw some faces I haven’t seen in over a year, so it was great seeing people again. Everyone kept asking how I was, and all I could say was that I was happy in Miami. It’s home, after all. And there’s nothing else to say. I’m such a bad conversationalist, unless I’m talking to someone I’m comfortable with. Like G, whom I told I looked delicious, and that all she needed was butter. Sometimes I scare myself with the straight comments.

I ended up actually like high school again, with a lot of people I knew, but rarely anyone to hold an extended conversation with. I kept talking to myself out loud about how much I needed a cigarette, but instead kept getting myself a rum with seven-up, and walking round and round, saying how happy I was studying to be a graphic designer and sociologist so I could study the sexual behavior of humans. But I must stay in school in order to do all that.

Got my grades. The most heinous grades I have ever seen. Passed Orgo, but failed the lab, and also the Jewish Lit class. Must be from my absences. I really didn’t miss that much, right? My future in UM is in real jeopardy right now. And I know it’s my fault. This was a semester of ups and downs. More downs, of course. I should have dropped classes when I had the chance. stupid stan, stupid.

I’ve realized that me being back always creates a change in my personality. No longer am I the uber-gay flaming faggot here. When I’m in PR, I’m a quiet, serious smiling person who’s known for his laughter and hardwork ethic. The urge to flail my wrists do come up a lot. I’ve also come to realize that I have to stifle my inner queer just to function normally in this world. It wouldn’t look good to flame out in the middle of work in front of all my employees. What would the customers think?

Grades. I’m dead. Blergh. Merry Christmas everyone.

I Can Breathe

Wednesday, December 17th, 2003 | rant | No Comments

I woke up yesterday morning feeling as if I was dying at 8am, but I had to rush off to report for work, but ended up sitting on the floor outside my workplace for twenty minutes until the supervisor finally came by and opened the lab. I know I looked like shit. I had Vicks Vaporub slathered across my chest and throat, and I was endlessly popping Halls Defense Vitamin C Supplement Drops, which did nothing at all for my incessant hacking, but had sugar, nonetheless.

But thanks to the wonderful Katie, I got the drugs. Maximum Strength Sudafed 24 Hour, Advil Flu and Body Ache, and Contac for Severe Cold and Flu (Non-Drowsy). I’m sure doctors would look worriedly at me for taking them all at the same time, but what’s the worst that could happen? Kidney failure? Liver poisoning? My liver is going to hell anyway. The important thing is that i can BREATHE!

Definitely rushed through finishing my portfolio for my Graphic Design class. Redid a few of my ads, posters, and even managed a decent cover for the CD I handed in:

That’s my impression of a gangsta. We had our last meeting at a nice Thai restaurant, after which some of us proceeded to participate in wanton violence and destruction by throwing a computer monitor attached to a life-sized paper man off the condemmed art buildings. Realized I need to start goign to the gym again. My upper body strength isn’t what it used to be.

Fell asleep after I got back for five hours. Now I need to start studying for my Organic Chem final.