San Francisco is completely out of control right at this moment!
The time is 2.48am Sunday morning (or late Saturday night for those night owls like myself). I just got back from a night out on the town. Woods and I did a bit of shopping at H&M & Urban Outfitters, devoured a scrumcious dinner at Dosa in the Mission District, feasted our senses at the final live Ladytron show of 2007 which took place at Mezzanine, and secured a pre-Folsom parking spot in the SoMa district. Life is good.
As we drove around on a search for parking, I noticed the city is crawling with tweeked out club kids and leather men (and women). San Fran is host to the Folsom Street Fair (happenin’ tomorrow, err today) and the LoveFest (which took place today, err yesterday). In other words, it’s one big fucking party. I love it.
I didn’t make it to the LoveFest (and LoveParade) today as I partook in some “sins of the flesh” which caused me to sleep it off in the majority of the afternoon. And I was being a cheap bastard as the LoveFest required a donation to attend. Fucking is free so it that took presidence.
I also wanted to be well rested for Folsom tomorrow (today). I plan to get up before noon, a big feat I know, so I can experience all that Folsom has to offer – which translates to checking out all of the exhibitor’s booths (especially the infamous Fucking Machine). Of course I want this to happen much earlier in the day so I can spend the late afternoon/early evening eyeballing all of the sheninigans on the street, behind the dumpsters, and in the bars. I plan to continue the tradition of manseeding my much broken-in Fluevog black leather boots. Good lawd, if those boots could talk…
Anyhow, I have a freshly cooked meal waiting for me consisting of a lemon seasoned c hicken breast and potato salad all thanks to late night chef Woods. I need eat before I head to bed. I want to make sure that I am chock full of carbs and protein as I need my energy for the big day tomorrow (today). Then again, if I didn’t have the protein I needed to sustain my stamina I would be able to drain it from the anbundance of donors that will be trotting along at the festival. Hot damn, I just love how those Folsom men are so giving.
This modernized journal belongs to the Los Angeles based, self proclaimed narcissist, & all around slag Whiplash Lopenski.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Reason To Fall In Love With Los Angeles #345
You want to know another reason why I love the Los Angeles area so much? Well, take a look at the following M4M postings in the losangeles.craigslist.org Missed Connection section:
we were at the same glory hole tonight - m4m – 33
we were at the same glory hole with two other guys all feeding the same guy. you had a plaid shirt and baseball cap on. I was a little shy and watched the hot action. if you'd like to meet up, drop me a line
Le Sex Shoppe - m4m – 40
One day last week at the Le Sex Shoppe in Studio City. You are a married white guy, medium height, alt/indie looking, br hair, brown t-shirt, jeans, baseball cap, nice hard cut cock. I'm a 40yo married white guy, 5'11, 175, moderately hairy in the right places, cleanshaven, br/hzl, 7 x 6 cut thick. We sucked each other off...you apologized because you weren't freshly showered like I was (I didn't notice)...you came BUCKETS under the booth seat. If you're intersted in meeting again, let me know...
Two studs freeballing around the lake today around 1pm - m4m – 31
Very hot, dudes. I'd love to suck you both after you show off again. Hit me up. Tell me what you had on, so I know it's you two. Thanks.
KooKooRoo - m4m – 40
It was Thursday or Friday late afternoon last week (the 20th or 21st)... You: White, 30-40, short brown/black hair, around 6', worked out, awesome uncut cock, wearing t-shirt (gray?), black track pants, cross-trainers Me: 40yo mwm, 5'11, 175, moderately hairy, br/hzl, 7 x 6 cut thick. We ended up in the back stall and I sucked you off...you came on the floor. It was awesome. If you see this and want to meet again, let me know.
I totally just creamed my shorts.
we were at the same glory hole tonight - m4m – 33
we were at the same glory hole with two other guys all feeding the same guy. you had a plaid shirt and baseball cap on. I was a little shy and watched the hot action. if you'd like to meet up, drop me a line
Le Sex Shoppe - m4m – 40
One day last week at the Le Sex Shoppe in Studio City. You are a married white guy, medium height, alt/indie looking, br hair, brown t-shirt, jeans, baseball cap, nice hard cut cock. I'm a 40yo married white guy, 5'11, 175, moderately hairy in the right places, cleanshaven, br/hzl, 7 x 6 cut thick. We sucked each other off...you apologized because you weren't freshly showered like I was (I didn't notice)...you came BUCKETS under the booth seat. If you're intersted in meeting again, let me know...
Two studs freeballing around the lake today around 1pm - m4m – 31
Very hot, dudes. I'd love to suck you both after you show off again. Hit me up. Tell me what you had on, so I know it's you two. Thanks.
KooKooRoo - m4m – 40
It was Thursday or Friday late afternoon last week (the 20th or 21st)... You: White, 30-40, short brown/black hair, around 6', worked out, awesome uncut cock, wearing t-shirt (gray?), black track pants, cross-trainers Me: 40yo mwm, 5'11, 175, moderately hairy, br/hzl, 7 x 6 cut thick. We ended up in the back stall and I sucked you off...you came on the floor. It was awesome. If you see this and want to meet again, let me know.
I totally just creamed my shorts.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
A Brief Los Angeles Calm Down
I'm officially back home in Los Angeles at the moment. I just arrived a few hours ago from San Diego. I was down there with Woods visiting Timofy and Machete, as well as to catch the Smashing Pumpkins concert at the SDSU Open Air Theatre on Wednesday night. Amazing show by the way... even tho I almost vomited from the gnarly strobe lights high above Billy Corgan’s bald head.
I also came close to barfing up my dinner earlier this evening at the Muse show in Irvine. Don’t get me wrong, Muse put on one hell of a show complete with video screens, flashy color drenched outfits, smoke machines, floppity balloons filled with confetti (think Flaming Lips), and, you guessed it, strobe lights. The only thing missing from this 90 plus minute entertainment bonanza was Freddy Mercury sashaying out on stage in full regalia. I truly did enjoy myself - as did the sea of extremely dedicated fans who chanted every lyric to the T.
Well, I have a few days in Los Angeles before I head onto my next adventure… San Francisco. Woods and I leave Tuesday morning. We are planning to check out Trannyshack’s ode to the Folsom Street Fair that evening. Along with a whole slew of dirty shenanigans during the entire week we are there. Too bad Raya won’t be there to join in the fun. She really did sparkle during Up Your Alley weekend. Le sigh.
For the upcoming days while in LA, I will have to see what kind of trouble I can stir up since I have to look for work when I return from NorCal. Oh, the joy of re-entering the workforce. I’m sure you can just feel the excitement I have building up inside of me. I wish I could just be one big whore turning out tricks for thousands of dollars. Unfortunately some cooze already claimed that position… and I don’t want to put Es Spicy Hilton out of a job.
And for those of you who don’t know who Es Spicy Hilton is… Es Spicy Hilton = the grand skanktress Paris Hilton.
And yea I said thousands of dollars, not millions. I know I’m not the fuck of the century, but I’m not some two bit salad tosser either. Altho, I’m sure that bitch Timofy would have a comment or two to contradict that, but that hooker can eat a bag of dicks. Oh wait, she already does!
I also came close to barfing up my dinner earlier this evening at the Muse show in Irvine. Don’t get me wrong, Muse put on one hell of a show complete with video screens, flashy color drenched outfits, smoke machines, floppity balloons filled with confetti (think Flaming Lips), and, you guessed it, strobe lights. The only thing missing from this 90 plus minute entertainment bonanza was Freddy Mercury sashaying out on stage in full regalia. I truly did enjoy myself - as did the sea of extremely dedicated fans who chanted every lyric to the T.
Well, I have a few days in Los Angeles before I head onto my next adventure… San Francisco. Woods and I leave Tuesday morning. We are planning to check out Trannyshack’s ode to the Folsom Street Fair that evening. Along with a whole slew of dirty shenanigans during the entire week we are there. Too bad Raya won’t be there to join in the fun. She really did sparkle during Up Your Alley weekend. Le sigh.
For the upcoming days while in LA, I will have to see what kind of trouble I can stir up since I have to look for work when I return from NorCal. Oh, the joy of re-entering the workforce. I’m sure you can just feel the excitement I have building up inside of me. I wish I could just be one big whore turning out tricks for thousands of dollars. Unfortunately some cooze already claimed that position… and I don’t want to put Es Spicy Hilton out of a job.
And for those of you who don’t know who Es Spicy Hilton is… Es Spicy Hilton = the grand skanktress Paris Hilton.
And yea I said thousands of dollars, not millions. I know I’m not the fuck of the century, but I’m not some two bit salad tosser either. Altho, I’m sure that bitch Timofy would have a comment or two to contradict that, but that hooker can eat a bag of dicks. Oh wait, she already does!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Dead Has Arisen
Holy fuck.
Has it really been months since I last posted an entry on this blog?!
Yipes, I guess it has been.
Well, time to play some catch up…
I moved to Los Angeles in July. Not that I have been there much, but all of my belongings are gathering dust in apartment just south of Hollywood.
I am still not working. Nor do I really want to be in all honesty. Ever since I got laid off from my old job, it has been a nice vacation. Free of the corporate crap. Free of the backstabbing. Free of the morning hours. This all coming from a non-bullshit, dramatic free, night owl.
I will be doing an extensive search for a job once October hits. That is after I come back from the infamous debauchery laced week in San Francisco for the Folsom Street Fair. My cum stained Fluevog boots will make an appearance …as they always do when I hit the streets of San Fran. Ah, good times.
Back to the unemployment situation… it’s been extremely lovely being able to travel, hang out with friends, fuck around (literally), and “casually” look for work that would be based on my terms. I’ve been a working machine since I was 14 years old. So now that I am 30, it’s cool to take some time out from the hustle and bustle of the fecal matter that is associated with anything corporate.
I got some shit from friends who were jealous that I wasn’t working and living off unemployment. I never feel I have to answer to friends, but I made it crystal clear that after 16 years of staying late for overtime and dealing with the “he said/she said” arguments that plagued my employment exsistance, it has been a breath of fresh air to live my life as a free agent. For now, that is.
Another update is I finally got a laptop! …thanks to the help of a certain special someone whom I owe a very sloppy blow job! This has given me the opportunity to get online (sort of) to blog and make new friends. And when I say make new friends, I mean being a big slut.
On that note, I will stop there. More will be coming as I have a plethora of subjects I need to tackle on this blog space. So to answer your question: Yes, I did relocate my soapbox from the town of flaky gay idiots known as San Diego to the great “I want it now or never” culture city of Los Angeles. Are you just getting totally erect with anticipation? I know I am. Hot.
Has it really been months since I last posted an entry on this blog?!
Yipes, I guess it has been.
Well, time to play some catch up…
I moved to Los Angeles in July. Not that I have been there much, but all of my belongings are gathering dust in apartment just south of Hollywood.
I am still not working. Nor do I really want to be in all honesty. Ever since I got laid off from my old job, it has been a nice vacation. Free of the corporate crap. Free of the backstabbing. Free of the morning hours. This all coming from a non-bullshit, dramatic free, night owl.
I will be doing an extensive search for a job once October hits. That is after I come back from the infamous debauchery laced week in San Francisco for the Folsom Street Fair. My cum stained Fluevog boots will make an appearance …as they always do when I hit the streets of San Fran. Ah, good times.
Back to the unemployment situation… it’s been extremely lovely being able to travel, hang out with friends, fuck around (literally), and “casually” look for work that would be based on my terms. I’ve been a working machine since I was 14 years old. So now that I am 30, it’s cool to take some time out from the hustle and bustle of the fecal matter that is associated with anything corporate.
I got some shit from friends who were jealous that I wasn’t working and living off unemployment. I never feel I have to answer to friends, but I made it crystal clear that after 16 years of staying late for overtime and dealing with the “he said/she said” arguments that plagued my employment exsistance, it has been a breath of fresh air to live my life as a free agent. For now, that is.
Another update is I finally got a laptop! …thanks to the help of a certain special someone whom I owe a very sloppy blow job! This has given me the opportunity to get online (sort of) to blog and make new friends. And when I say make new friends, I mean being a big slut.
On that note, I will stop there. More will be coming as I have a plethora of subjects I need to tackle on this blog space. So to answer your question: Yes, I did relocate my soapbox from the town of flaky gay idiots known as San Diego to the great “I want it now or never” culture city of Los Angeles. Are you just getting totally erect with anticipation? I know I am. Hot.
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