Gone In A Flash

I'm only in LA for about 48-some odd hours to celebrate New Year's Eve with Woods and RA. I have no idea what the hell we are going to end up doing but I'm sure it will have something to do with food, cocktails and getting into loads of trouble... sounds like another night out with the guy, but at least this time, we'll be flipping the bird to 2009. Woot!

The Continental Awaits

I'm heading back out on the road again. This time... the uber-fabulous Tucson, Arizona, again. This will be the third time within four weeks. What the hell is going on?! I never spend this much time in Tucson... not counting the years of my adolescence. Well since Christmas is coming up, Woods and I decided to spend it with my mom, and to continue the process of cleaning/remodeling the back bedroom. I know once we have it completed, I will be so happy but the trekking back and forth can be a bit jarring. Oh well, I just need to suck it up and think positively. Go girl!

Unfinished Posts: The Dead Is Arisen... From A Drunken Slumber

For the past few months, my ultimate annoyances have taken up residency with that hot mess called Timofy. I was extremely angry with her for the shit she pulled on me back in the summer. But now that time has passed, I'm much calmer with any thoughts of her. I've moved on in other words. This is the beginning portion of the post I wrote when she decided to text me to wish me a happy Turkey Day...

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I've finally heard from that thing called Timofy. She sent me a text early this morning informing me that she is indeed alive and well. I'm happy that she is doing "great", but I am not so happy that it took almost three weeks since I saw her last to let me know that the trip she/we were planning was postponed. One word: typical.

I'm totally done with her bullshit. Let me explain. For the years that we were "together", I was always the one who got the blame anytime nothing went according to plan. The one who was to blame when we were late. Oh yes, it was Whip's fault again. "She takes a long time to get ready." so was the excuse. I was the one that had to provide damage control in order to save face even though that bitch was passed out in public somewhere.

I hope she finds her peace.

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I'm hoping now that all issues are under the bridge, she won't act like such a dumb cunt anymore. Oh, wishful thinking - you get me all the time!

Unfinished Posts: To Dial A Drunk

Here is a blog diary that I started, but never got around to finishing. Why? Because I'm lazy. It's find it interesting on how months ago this situation was a huge issue, but after a couple of conversations with Woods, the air was cleared and everything has been great ever since.

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Oh, happy birthday RA. It was a splendid day.

Since about 3pm, I have been celebrating the birth day of RA with Woods, and well, RA, obviously. We started the festivities at Will Rogers beach in Santa Monica. We downed Corona & shots of tequila disguised in plastic cups in order to avoid any repercussions from the authorities.

I want to take a drive right at this moment in order to clear my head, but I can't. And why? Woods has hidden the car keys. Both sets. I find it extremely odd that he would do this. And I find it extremely annoying as well.

Now I feel trapped. This is the kind of emotion I have been trying to get Woods to understand.

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As you can see I never really finished that thought. I guess I figured it was easier to use sex as a way to release the tension and open my mind - which led to helping me realize ways to solve this problem. Oh, I love my penis.

He By The Name Of Lambert

I remember back when I started attending Dragstrip, I would see a certain someone parading around in female attire, or at the very least glamtastic garb. And that person was Adam Lambert. Go girl! But now that she is in the public spotlight, the "I want to be straight" homosexuals are threatened. My thoughts on their insecurities - "what a bunch of whiny pussies". And it seems I am not the only one with similar thoughts...

From towleroad.com:

I have posted similar comments on other gay blogs and I will repeat it here - if gay men can't get behind a young, exciting, out gay artist and support him as much as we support divas like Kathy Griffin, Cher, Bette Midler and so on, we're screwed. Adam Lambert, whether or not you like his music, is a phenomenon, a phenomenally talented and OUT artist at the beginning of his career who has the potential to cross over and be as big as Madonna. Everyone in show business knows it. Only some bitchy queens who don't like his hair, eyeliner or whatever don't. Who needs the religious right to destroy us, when we have each other?

So what if he screwed up? By any standards, his AMA performance was a mess, but it was one hot mess. Adam was essentially saying - fuck you, I'm gay and hot and I'll push a man's face in my crotch and kiss another man in front of America if I feel like it. If gay men continue to demand exacting standards about how other gays should look, dress and behave, they're no better that Republican fascists. I have truly been aghast by some of the nasty comments I have read posted by gay men about him.

No wonder we don't have our rights. All we care about are hot guys with great bodies who look straight.

Posted by: Jim | Dec 1, 2009 11:07:59 PM

Return Of The Living Dead

I'm back from Tucson still intact in one whole piece. Oh happy day. And thank god for that sex party earlier tonight otherwise I would have been a pent up angry little gnome.

The Excorism Of Whiplash Lopenski

I'm getting my shit together for another trip to Tucson, and I'm super excited!

*insert sarcasm here*

I was just there a couple of weeks back for my aunt's 50th birthday party. It was nice visiting the fam while I was there, but there were a few events that made the time there turn sour. I know I get my hopes up quite often, so I've welcomed frustration as a common factor of my life. But I do have to say that one incident in particular opened up my eyes to the learned behavior/emotional baggage that has plagued me for 33 years of my life: the excuse card.

There are certain members of my family who love to play the "excuse card". And even go to the point of living their lives by this rule. It's really quite annoying and unflattering. Ugh, I don't even want to think about it so I'm going to exhale all of the bad vibes, and inhale positive energies.

*calm*

*breathe*

Oh my, I think it's working!

Well Hello There Double Threes

My birthday has come and went. Well if you want to be all technical and shit, it's actually happening right at this moment - given if you want to play the 24 hours from the time you were born crap. I was born sometime in the chilly evening of December 3, 1976. As my mom will tell you, I was born late. No surprise there. The due date was some two weeks prior but apparently I liked the snuggle factor inside the womb. So what, I like to snuggle!

Anyhow, this year's born day was fine. I didn't get all wild like those of birthdays past. It was definitely low key. I slept off and on all day thanks to the fact that I wasn't feeling all that well - thanks flu shot! Since getting up on the late side, that didn't leave much time for a formal bday dinner. Woods and I ended up at Fatburger. Yum. We needed something quick since we had to get over to REDCAT for Joey Arias.

Arias With A Twist was the perfect birthday gift - even tho the crowd was considerably lackluster. Yawn. It was a sea of old bitties and Silverlake queens. The old bitties were obviously shocked at the risque nature of the show, while the Silverlake queens only seemed to be there to be "seen". At least that is how it all came off to old cynical me.

The show itself was phenomenal. I was short of breath! Joey Arias has always been one of my favorite performers, and this show was a true love letter to him. Basil Twist's fantastic puppetry/imagery was mind-blowing. I felt like a kid again wondering in my mind with obscured and, sometimes, matured fantasies. I loved every minute of it. I hope that they do take it up to San Fran so I could get my mom up there to see it. I imagine she would definitely love as much as I do/did. And for an added bonus on my birthday, I snagged an Arias With A Twist t-shirt and soundtrack. Twerk!

The night ended with a workout at the gym. Nothing sordid, just a strict focus of hardcore exercise. It was lower body Thursday. Fun. There was something in the air that didn't pull me into the cruise mode. I think I had too much on my mind - it probably had something to do with the calm(er) evening.

On the drive home, I did my best to place all of my thoughts together. It seemed that everything I was going over in my head was goal related, or habit changing. Insert broken record comment here. I like treat birthdays as a wakeup call, but to be honest, isn't everyday a birthday?

Anyhow (2), I want to list the few things that I would like to work on over the next year. Some of them may seem to be silly and mundane to you, but they are serious to me. This is a crucial time in my life, and I need to make the most of it, so here goes...

01. Make sure I am making the most of the day (no more bullshitting)

02. Allow enough time to complete tasks (i.e. gym, cleaning, etc.)

03. Limit the clutter, and keep the house/rooms presentable (thank you Clean House - I love my Niecy Nash)

04. Follow up with fuckbuds/tricks (stop beating around the bush, so to speak)

There was one I originally wrote for the list above, but upon reviewing it, I came to the conclusion that can't help myself when dealing with stupid cunts out in public. It went something like this... "05. Try not to get into fisticuffs (talking shit to stupid people at bars)". But you know what, I don't seek out this type of conflict, it just happens when some idiot acts up in front of me. I have always tried too keep my cool, but at some point you just have to say what you have to say. It's my nature. Now.

All in all, it was a good birthday. My most favorite thing is being able to have someone I can count on. And that person is Woods. Without him, life would be not worth living. And I am happy I was able to spend my birthday with him. And Joey Arias. And Basil Twist. And with my thoughts. And working out at the gym. And having Tequila at 12:01am on December 3rd. And eating late at Bossa Nova. And living my life in Los Angeles. The list could go on and on... but I'll shush my pie hole there.

Arias Is The Cherry On The Cake

Happy Born Day to me!

And how will I be spending it?

This way...

My Biological Clock

In less than 24 hours, I will turn 33 years of age. Or according to Woods, entering my 34th year of existence. Either way, I am looking forward to my new year of life and what lies ahead. While most gay men in their thirties begin to freak out at the thought of getting older, I do not. I have never been one to be on the search for the fountain of youth. I remember being in my mid-twenties and hating it. I felt there was too much naive and irrational behaviour. And for much younger folk, that is used as an excuse. It never suited me to be that way so I was constantly looking towards the future. As time goes on, I know that I will only gain maturity, and I also know that no matter how old I am, I will always have my spirit - which in fact is that of a child. That is what I value most. So here's to my big 33. Welcome!

I Am So Over Ageism

While ogling the profiles on dudesnude, I came across this text lodged in a profile of a 45 year old attractive gent who hails from Ontario, Canada. I find it quite honest and extremely entertaining. I give him my full "8 inch" salute!

I am officially worthless! What with most ads cutting people of interest off at 45, 35 or even 25, why am I even here? I suppose its from working out for years, always waiting to get into better shape to go on a site like this. Then one day waking up and realizing.. this is as good as it gets. So boys and bois, this is what 45 looks like. It used to bother me when I saw ads saying things like..'don't even bother me if you are over 30'.. this person obviously thinks that older men are creepy so they only like young guys their age. It's sweet irony knowing that as they get older themselves ( we all do) , they will keep soliciting young guys,and that they will become the very 'creepy' guy they mock now.. ( hehehee )