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Sorry I havent posted lately but I am a bit pre-occupied learnnig new software for my new blog (and for school). Once I get the image loading part of it corrected, I will start up my new blog. At that time I will redirect this one to that one.

See you all back online soon...

Folsom 2006

C2 and I headed out to San Francisco this past weekend for FOLSOM ' 06.  We stayed here.

After we unpacked and freshened up, we headed out to meet Danilo at the Big MuscleBears  ( BMB ) beer blast.  For once it seemed that I would know more people than C2, but that was quickly not the case.  After about 5 minutes, he had taken the lead. Funny, he spent a better part of the preceding week kidding me for being too "connected" to that site.  It was a great beer blast.  Even though we arrived during the last hour, we had a lot of fun.  Musclebears and beer mix really well.  The end result is a bunch of furry, beefy, frisky guys. C2 and I briefly made contact with "blue eyes" as he was leaving.

We went shopping and then met up with C2s good friend and his partner.  We ended up having dinner in the Castro district.  It was great to finally spend some extended time with them.  Not sure why, but for some reason I was receiving a lot of unwanted attention on this particular night.  Those of you that know me, know that I don't care for anger twinks.  While waiting to be seated at dinner, several of them entered the restaurant.  One of them (who needed to eat a few sandwiches AND not wear so much American Apparel) found it OK to approach me even after I had rejected his advances.  He ended up touching my hair, face and neck.  He then proceeded to whisper in my ear (in a very crude manner with words not suitable for my blog) about how he wanted me to take his boy p**sy and turn it inside out.  All of this in front of other patrons AND to the amusement of C2 and crew.  I actually turned beet red at how direct and explicit he was.  Where do these kids learn these things (Oh wait, it is FOLSOM weekend, ah duh!).

After dinner, C2 and I walked back to Union Square. The unwanted attention continued during our walk.  I haven't decided yet, but I am almost sure I don't like being called papi by a bunch of guys driving by in a car.  Is that the equivalent of a drive-by for gays?  Not that these guys would know this (since I don't have a large sign that reads CUBA on my head - though I did have a t-shirt once but someone cut it up - long story) but Cubans don't like being referred to as Papi or Papi Chulo.  Papi = dad or daddy ( I am neither) and chulo = hustler.  The two words together = PIMP. Enuff said?  The walk back to Union Square was sappy and romantic.

Sunday was off to a running start. We had our typical breakfast of champions and then went to the gym.  Nothing better than pumping up those party muscles!  FOLSOM '06 was a lot of fun.  I could have spent more time walking around than actually hanging out by the big dance, but it was still a lot of fun.  I am little worried that nothing shocked me.  Acutally, I am really worried.  I wish I would have seen more of my personal favorite fetishes (such as guys having their heads shaved, or some DOM/SUB/verbal action). Oh yeah, no fisting.  I promised Eric that I would take pictures for him (since he is such an big fan of fisting).  The one thing that did leave me in "awe" was all the public masturbation.  I have a video clip but I am sure YouTube won't go fot it.  Does San Francisco have no laws in re: to public masturbation?  The cops seemed to just walk right by it.

I did not know that homeless people in SFO have benefits.  From what I was told, they get a locker aand an ATM card with an allowance of $20 a week?  Funny how I am not shocked to see naked people walking around with locks hanging off their testicles or 1 million pins poked through their skin, yet the fact that the homeless have benefits did shock me.  While on the subject of the homeless, they sure as hell are aggressive in their panhandling skills (having benefits and all).  Do they get to deposit their panhandling earnings into thier ATM/Debit card account (to be used later for purchases)?

After many attempts to finally meet John and Vince this past year (LBdawgz on BMB), I finally did.  Very nice couple. After the street fair, we decided to go to dinner and then take a power nap.  I was dying to go to a Taqueria, so we did.  Not sure if that was the best move a few hours before you go dancing.  The Real Bad XV111 party was fun.  I have never seen such a collection of sexy, furry, friendly guys at one party.  The downstairs dance floor was packed, so we spent a few hours dancing on the 3rd floor. C2 and I both suffer from ADD+ v2.1 (which means we meet a lot of people when we go to a party).  Most memorable were Brian and Brian.  The 2 Brian's (as C2 and I labeled them) are a super friendly and sexy couple.  Sorry folks, I don't have a picture of them.  Just take my word for it.  C2 ran into "blue eyes" again but wasn't able to talk much.  Another sappy/romantic moment back in the hotel shower.

Since C2 had to work on Monday, I did the tourist thing.  I spent almost 5 hours walking through Chinatown, Telegraph Hill, North Beach, Fisherman's Wharf, The Cannery, Golden Gate Park, Russian Hill and Nob Hill.  We had dinner in North Beach and then headed back to the hotel for another sappy/romantic moment.  On Tuesday morning he headed to work and I did some more touristy stuff before heading to the airport.

The weekend, weather, people, food and events were all great.  Hopefully we will be back out there soon enough.  Now, if we could just figure out a way to get the 2 Brian's out here for a weekend (I am sure they would be a hit @ The Eagle for Sunday beer blast).....and yes, we are still looking for "blue eyes."

P.S.

Who is this porn star?  C2 and Juan can not play this round...

C2 and I headed out to San Francisco this past weekend for FOLSOM ' 06.  We stayed here.

After we unpacked and freshened up, we headed out to meet Danilo at the Big MuscleBears  ( BMB ) beer blast.  For once it seemed that I would know more people than C2, but that was quickly not the case.  After about 5 minutes, he had taken the lead. Funny, he spent a better part of the preceding week kidding me for being too "connected" to that site.  It was a great beer blast.  Even though we arrived during the last hour, we had a lot of fun.  Musclebears and beer mix really well.  The end result is a bunch of furry, beefy, frisky guys. C2 and I briefly made contact with "blue eyes" as he was leaving.

We went shopping and then met up with C2s good friend and his partner.  We ended up having dinner in the Castro district.  It was great to finally spend some extended time with them.  Not sure why, but for some reason I was receiving a lot of unwanted attention on this particular night.  Those of you that know me, know that I don't care for anger twinks.  While waiting to be seated at dinner, several of them entered the restaurant.  One of them (who needed to eat a few sandwiches AND not wear so much American Apparel) found it OK to approach me even after I had rejected his advances.  He ended up touching my hair, face and neck.  He then proceeded to whisper in my ear (in a very crude manner with words not suitable for my blog) about how he wanted me to take his boy p**sy and turn it inside out.  All of this in front of other patrons AND to the amusement of C2 and crew.  I actually turned beet red at how direct and explicit he was.  Where do these kids learn these things (Oh wait, it is FOLSOM weekend, ah duh!).

After dinner, C2 and I walked back to Union Square. The unwanted attention continued during our walk.  I haven't decided yet, but I am almost sure I don't like being called papi by a bunch of guys driving by in a car.  Is that the equivalent of a drive-by for gays?  Not that these guys would know this (since I don't have a large sign that reads CUBA on my head - though I did have a t-shirt once but someone cut it up - long story) but Cubans don't like being referred to as Papi or Papi Chulo.  Papi = dad or daddy ( I am neither) and chulo = hustler.  The two words together = PIMP. Enuff said?  The walk back to Union Square was sappy and romantic.

Sunday was off to a running start. We had our typical breakfast of champions and then went to the gym.  Nothing better than pumping up those party muscles!  FOLSOM '06 was a lot of fun.  I could have spent more time walking around than actually hanging out by the big dance, but it was still a lot of fun.  I am little worried that nothing shocked me.  Acutally, I am really worried.  I wish I would have seen more of my personal favorite fetishes (such as guys having their heads shaved, or some DOM/SUB/verbal action). Oh yeah, no fisting.  I promised Eric that I would take pictures for him (since he is such an big fan of fisting).  The one thing that did leave me in "awe" was all the public masturbation.  I have a video clip but I am sure YouTube won't go fot it.  Does San Francisco have no laws in re: to public masturbation?  The cops seemed to just walk right by it.

I did not know that homeless people in SFO have benefits.  From what I was told, they get a locker aand an ATM card with an allowance of $20 a week?  Funny how I am not shocked to see naked people walking around with locks hanging off their testicles or 1 million pins poked through their skin, yet the fact that the homeless have benefits did shock me.  While on the subject of the homeless, they sure as hell are aggressive in their panhandling skills (having benefits and all).  Do they get to deposit their panhandling earnings into thier ATM/Debit card account (to be used later for purchases)?

After many attempts to finally meet John and Vince this past year (LBdawgz on BMB), I finally did.  Very nice couple. After the street fair, we decided to go to dinner and then take a power nap.  I was dying to go to a Taqueria, so we did.  Not sure if that was the best move a few hours before you go dancing.  The Real Bad XV111 party was fun.  I have never seen such a collection of sexy, furry, friendly guys at one party.  The downstairs dance floor was packed, so we spent a few hours dancing on the 3rd floor. C2 and I both suffer from ADD+ v2.1 (which means we meet a lot of people when we go to a party).  Most memorable were Brian and Brian.  The 2 Brian's (as C2 and I labeled them) are a super friendly and sexy couple.  Sorry folks, I don't have a picture of them.  Just take my word for it.  C2 ran into "blue eyes" again but wasn't able to talk much.  Another sappy/romantic moment back in the hotel shower.

Since C2 had to work on Monday, I did the tourist thing.  I spent almost 5 hours walking through Chinatown, Telegraph Hill, North Beach, Fisherman's Wharf, The Cannery, Golden Gate Park, Russian Hill and Nob Hill.  We had dinner in North Beach and then headed back to the hotel for another sappy/romantic moment.  On Tuesday morning he headed to work and I did some more touristy stuff before heading to the airport.

The weekend, weather, people, food and events were all great.  Hopefully we will be back out there soon enough.  Now, if we could just figure out a way to get the 2 Brian's out here for a weekend (I am sure they would be a hit @ The Eagle for Sunday beer blast).....and yes, we are still looking for "blue eyes."

P.S.

Who is this porn star?  C2 and Juan can not play this round...

Disregarded Blog

My poor blog.  I have compeltely abandoned you. 

Sorry that I have neglected this hear blog, but I have been playing around with my new blogs software.  Soon enough, you will be able to go directly to my own site....

In the meantime, I will have plenty to blog about in the upcoming days.  I am heading out to San Francisco with C2.  We are meeting friends out there for FOLSOM ( If that doesn't give me soemthing to write about, nothing will ).

Head Talk

Over heard Sunday night while waiting for a urinal at the Pavillion...

Angertwink1: Wow, the music really sucks tonight, worse than Lina.

Angertwink2:  Nah, there is only one DJ worse than Lina, Rich King.

Ouch, Rich, what gives?

Arabic Script Tshirt = No Service at Jet Blue

In AM New York today, there is an article about a passenger, his tshirt and racial profiling.

The article can be found here.  It seems that wearing ANYTHING in Arabic script labels you a terrorist.

One of the officials told him, "Going to an airport with a T-shirt in Arabic script is like going to a bank and wearing a T-shirt that says 'I'm a robber."' he said.

If you are Italian, drive an Escalade and live in New Jersey, does that make you a Soprano? C2 and I had a discussion about the issue and what is not being said.  Was the passenger drunk? Did he act in a manner which triggered the action taken?  Was he belligerent towards the crew? The Staff?  Bottom line is this: if he was ANY of those things, then why was he allowed to board the plane ONLY after he covered up his tshirt?  What the heck happened to free speech?  And then to put him in the back of the plane?  I understand the logic behind that - not near the cockpit, right?  How about the middle, or in a window seat, but the back of the plane?

People acting in a manner that is reactive, fearful and detrimental to others is a clear sign of where we are today as a society.  Why not, the other half's president (and his cronies) promotes this state of anxiety!

Whenever this administration's inability to function is in question (or better yet, in the limelight) they decide to raise the threat level, thus raising the anxiety level. Then, people act the way they did with this passenger.

She noted that the incident occurred two days after British authorities announced that they had foiled a plot to blow up jetliners over the Atlantic.

Keith Olbermann does a nice job of unmasking this "Wag the Dog" tactic Washington keeps using.  To see it, go here.

Lessons learned while working out

Last night, while working out with Eric at DBG, here are some of the things we covered in our conversation..

Angertwink (noun):
A young urban gay male who goes through his life very angry because:
1) The rest of the gay world does not recognize his incredible hotness.
2) The rest of the gay world is not incredibly hot, like he is.
Identifying characteristics: Angertwinks can often be spotted wearing fauxhawks, popped collars, and expressions of disgust. (Angertwink was apparently coined by Dagon)

Apparently C2 and I had an encounter with an Angertwink at Ascension, but it wasn't apparent until C2 and Eric spoke with him at DBG the week after.  Amazing, they now have their own classification.  I just call them "bitches."

Also,  it seems that last weekend on FIP, my friend (Friend1) had a ménage à trois.  He later learned that a friend of ours (Friend2) had dated one of the 2 in the couple (CoupleA).  Friend2 had doubts if he should only date CoupleA because he was good looking UNTIL CoupleA asked him this:

I get confused, which is the city and which is the state - Delaware or Maryland?

At which point, Friend2 decided he had certain standards, thus they dated no more.

What got me going was that CoupleA was born on a Caribbean island which affords American citizenship.  It is my opinion that anyone afforded American citizenship should damn well know that Maryland is the city and Delaware is the state. Geeezzz..

Ascencsion

I was back out on FI with C2 for the Ascencion party.  I arrived on Saturday night just in time for the end of low tea and then the new "middle" tea (that limbo time when the Pavilion is open during high tea and Sip N Twirl).  The DJ plays a mix of 80's Jane Fonda Workout like  songs...  Madonna, Depeche Mode, "Pump up the Jam", some Fire Island classics...LOL...oy...to think we danced to all this music at one time, and to think we are dancing to it again! It was a lot of fun.

We had a great time but decided to call it an early night since Sunday would require a lot of energy  with all those "recreational" activities... We ended up sleeping almost 12 hours..

Sunday morning started off really wet but quickly turned into an amazing day..

My opinion - great party.  The setting, music and people all came together for a nice afternoon.  After the party, we  went to low, middle and then high tea.  Being that I get enough vacation time @ DPA to make Europeans cry, I took Monday off (yes, I have been there a month and already have vacations days "accrued").  When I left on Tuesday morning, I have to admit that I was a bit sad.  Eric's posting today pretty much wraps it up....

C2's house mates have been great this summer..  I can't thank them enough for some great weekends.. and C2 obviously has been great!  I will keep the sappy stuff to myself...  We had a great weekend - nuff said.

New Hood, New View

View from my balcony on the UWS.  Sunlight.....ahhhhh

Southern Comfort, Vol. 2

After being here all week, I have to say that my enthusiasm has hit a wall (my gay enthusiasm).  All these hot, military, post frat looking guys and I cant read a single one (well, I can read one, but he is a screaming Mary).

While the food is great and the city itself is pretty, I can't get over the fact that downtown Charleston has only 1 gay bar.  After living in NYC for 11.5 years (and all the years in Miami before that), I hate to admit it but I miss all the Gay's.  I am used to being myself and feeling comfortable about it.  I know that I should be comfortable ANYWHERE I am, but at lunch all week, I kept seeing the same item conveniently placed between the utensils and the newspapers.  As if to entice someone to come and read it.  Actually, I found it quite offensive (as it reminded me of all the things I don't care about my culture AND so many other cultures).  I am talking about a BIBLE (and yes, that is the BIBLE in question, sitting on top of a magazine).

At first I thought it belonged to one of the cashiers, but on the same day they were both out, it was there (along with a 2nd bible).  With everything that is going on in the world right now, I can't help but assocaite a lot of it with fanatics fighting over whose GOD has the biggest bat (and I start with our own President).

Considering I was on-site at Blackbaud, I thought things might be a bit more progressive.  I mean this company was founded in Long Island for Christ's sake.  Then I remembered the strong Catholic presence in the area. No wonder all these guys are so closeted.  On the last day that I am here, the one guy I wanted to be one of us, confirmed that he played on our team, arrgghhhh.  To hear him say that he keeps his sexuality on the "down-low" made me feel empathetic and annoyed at the same time.  We take a lot of this for granted in NYC.

At least now I am sitting at the airport waiting to return to a concrete jungle.  Boy, a dive bar like RAWHIDE never seemed so good as it did this week.