I need a VA-CA

So pride season is over for another year.....no more parties, no more opening and closing parties, just memories now. So many that I'm too tired to write about them. I will fill you in on all of what San Fran had to offer in a little bit. I'll just tell you this, we went to a club that opens on Friday nite at 10pm and doesn't close until Sunday at 8pm.....trust, you'll love the stories.

BreakDowns

Today while running some errands with Chaz, this woman in the bank was having a complete breakdown, in the middle of the bank. I kept telling Chaz how someone should go over there and slap her back into reality. I told him how women, especially women, should not have break downs in public. A lady, does not cry or show emotions in public, instead she will wait until she is in the privacy of her own bedroom, and only then cry if it's necessary. As much as I was joking at the time, I was being kind of serious. Think about it, if someone was there to slap Mariah a little sooner, we wouldn't have had to sit thru "Charm Bracelet" and "Glitter". Instead she had a break down in public and did all that stupid shit. Finally someone walked in her room and slapped that bitch back into reality. Now, we have the "Emancipation of MiMi", which is among one of her best albums, yet. Whitney is the same way. If someone would have slapped her back to reality when she met Bobby Brown, she would have never gotten married to that crack head. There would have been no crack sweats on national TV or during concerts and/or award shows. It seems with her, that someone is there trying to slap her just a little bit,maybe afraid to hurt her or her voice, but I just don't think that they are doing it hard enough. The bitch needs a good ol'e Black mama slap. You know the kind you got when you rolled your eyes or accidentally said "shit" or "fuck" to your mom. And, she back-handed the shit out of you. That's what Whitney needs, anyone up for slapping that bitch??

Words and their power

So if I have learned one thing from having the blog for a couple of months, it's that people take every word of it for real. Sometimes, the way that people tell me that they read my blog, you would think that God himself had taken time out of his day to right this thing. If you know me, like most people who read this blog, I'm not a very serious person, most of the time. There are somethings that I discuss on here that point no fingers and get right to the point. They are serious in tone and manner. But, the majority of the stuff written on here is stupid stuff that goes on in my life. Some of the details are exaggerated, some or not. Sometimes it's just a case of you having to have been there to get how stupid and "out of hand" me and my friends can get. Let's not forget, that I write as it comes out of my head, not everything gets the double check or even edited for that matter. So if I say anything that offends you, gets under your skin, or you feel as though you are being attacked in general, please drop me an e-mail, come talk to me, before you assume anything. Because, as my tells me to this day....."When you assume, you make an ASS out of U and ME......

I can't even

I can not handle today......
Tomorrow I leave for San Francisco, for Gay Pride and I can not wait. I went last year and had an amazing time. The parties, the boys, the scene, it was all such a great time, especially for a boy from St. Louis.
Growing up I always watched on the news the Gay Pride events that happened across the country; from New York to San Francisco. Of course, my mother would be in the background saying how silly all those people looked with their rainbow flags and or leather chaps. But, something in me always told me that I would be one of those people one day, holding that rainbow flag and a big ole smile on my face.
The first time I went to a gay bar I was living in Budapest, Hungary. I had always heard about them; the bouncing music, the boys with no shirts, and of course the drugs. Somehow I didn't believe any of this. I had pictured in my mind instead that the media had placed all these images in people's minds to get them turned off about gay culture in general. Boy was I wrong. The first club I went to was called Angel. It is one of Budapest oldest gay bars, so old that it's actually under ground. It was built that way, because when Hungary was a communist state, it wasn't really that cool to be gay nor seen in a gay bar. So they built the club with an upstairs part that was just a bar and a showroom for drag show and/or other performances. This way if they ever got busted by the cops, they could just pretend that it was a normal club. The dance floor on the other hand is underground. You actually can see the hole that was dug to build the dance floor. It smells as though you have just dug a million miles below the earth and at the end there is this great dance floor. I walk in there for the first time with a kid that I really didn't know that well from my study abroad program and this other girl. She was such a faghag, but I love her. He on the other hand was a dick....We would later fuck around once and after that I/he lost interest in the whole thing after I got my first "boyfriend". Anywho....side note....
The club smelled of men. It's an odor that can't really be described....kind of a mixture of must, sweat, and a bunch of different colognes. Either way the smell is intoxicating, for me anyway. As I make my way through the club, I notice that people are staring at me a little more then what I'm use to, then I notice that I'm the only black guy in the place. For me this is nothing strange and/or unusual. I don't really ever pay attention to things like this, but this time it was different, it was if I was a lost treasure or maybe an oddity. Either way I decided not to let it bother me and to just enjoy myself, after all it was my first gay bar. The guy I cam in with bought me a drink and we made our way thru the club. I wanted to stop and look/notice every little thing; the people, the drag queens, the music, I wanted to take it all in. After sitting upstairs for a while, we decided to make our way to the dance floor. In order to get there we had to go down what looked like a mine shaft, complete with jagged rocks from the wall while you descended the stairs. We made our way down there and I thought I had found heaven. The music was blasting, everyone had a drink in their hand, and almost every guy down there had their shirt off. It was everything that it was made out to be. I couldn't help myself, I don't know whether it was the alcohol that was running through my system or the fact that my body was experiencing pure joy, but I hit that dance floor so hard that I immediately started to sweat. After dancing for what seemed like hours, I decided to take a break and look for the people that I had come with, they had long left me to enjoy my self, by myself. I found them upstairs sitting down enjoying a drink and talking about all things politics. As soon as I heard President Bush's name I decided that I was not going to let my night end like this. I picked up my drink and marched right back to the dance floor. I don't know when it happened, but somehow I was now dancing with an older gentleman who had his shirt off and nothing but muscles underneath. After persuading me that I had a nice body, I took my shirt off also and felt as though I had just sighed the biggest sigh ever. The next time I looked at my watch it was well after 3am and I thought that I better find my friends. I went back upstairs and frantically searched for them, but to no end they were not to be found. I made my way to the corner of the bar and called the guy who came with me. He informed me that after they saw me sweating with this older guy with no shirt on, they were sure that I didn't need them anymore and it would be best if they left. Needless to say I was pissed and a little scared.
As much as I had enjoyed myself, being there in the moment. I was brought back to reality very quickly...I no longer heard the music or saw the boys, instead now I was thinking about how I was going to get home. I decided to take a seat and figure out a plan. I didn't exactly remember how we got to this club in a dark alley, but I knew that we hadn't spent that much time in the cab from my place. So I knew I was somewhat close enough to walk and or take a cab. As I was formulating a plan, the guy I had been dancing with had joined me at the table. I didn't even notice that he had sat down. When I finally noticed him, he had the biggest smile on his face. Now, I know what your saying..."hello stupid, this man is trying to take you home and get some booty." But somehow I felt different about him. Even though this was my first time in a Gay Bar, it was not my first time with a man. I decided that I had nothing else better to do, so why not talk to him for a minute. After talking for an hour, I found out that he was actually a principal at a local middle school and that he was an olympic bodybuilder. So of course I was intrigued now. We talked a little while longer and I noticed that it was not a quater to five. I knew that it was time for me to go home. As I got ready to tell Stephen ( that would be the name of over half the men in Budapest) I was heading home, he asked if I would like a ride home. Now, again, I know what you are saying...."why are you going to get in this man's car, you don't even know him, and you are not even in America. Who knows where he would take you and leave you." But of course I had watched Oprah a lot before I left for Hungary, and I remembered a show where she talked about being safe when you meet people for the first time. So I text my roommate the name of this guy and his number and also that he was taking me home. Once we made our way to his car, we talked some more and in the end I woke up next to him at his place.
Everything that I had heard about gay clubs, read about them all seemed true when I woke up that morning. Me and Stephen talked some more that morning before he took me home, and in the end we actually dated for four months. So as I get ready to go to Gay clubs and bars again, I will have that feeling; that excitement, wanting to take everything in, notice everything...and who knows, maybe even wakeup next to someone.

the weekend that was

This past weekend had all the intent of being one that would not "get out of hand." But like many things, it didn't happen. Thurs. my friend Chuck's mom was in town. I have to say that I am a lover of mom's. If your mom is cool and loves to laugh, we will be best friends. So needless to say, Chuck's mom loves to laugh. So Bernie and myself met Chuck and his mom at this breeder bar. Something told us that as much as we love Jr's, it probably wasn't the place to takes ones mom. In the end, it was a really good time. We drank our faces off. For some reason, Bernie thought it would be a good idea to start the night with Jack and Coke, little did he know that our night would end with us having drank about 5 or 6 of them. The whole time there, Chuck's mom was telling stories and drinking. It was great to see his mom, be herself in front of two people that she only met once. By the end of the night we were all shitfaced and ready to leave the bar. At one point we thought about sleeping in the bar, but then decided against it. After leaving the breeder bar, Bernie and I thought it would be a good idea to head to Jr's, for what I don't know, but needless to say we got there just in time to take the free 12 o'clock shot. To bad we didn't take it, probably because we were already pretty drunk.

Friday, saw us start the night at Lauriol Plaza. Now as I have written before, you are always in for a good time when you start you evening there. I met Bernie there for a drink or two, which in turn turned into three pitchers. Luckily, Chuck and Chris showed up. On second thought I don't think it was that lucky, cause we still ended up pretty wasted. After leaving Lauriol, Bernie and myself needed to go home and change for the evening. Of course we could not end the night here like any sane person would have. Since I don't have a car anymore.....that is another story, not really just got rid of the bootlegg...anyway, Bernie thought it would be a good idea to walk home. Now, the problem is not so much the walking, the walk itself is not long at all about 20-25 walk. The problem comes when are intoxicated and unable to walk. So after screaming at Bernie for trying to make me walk, we hoped in a cab and hoped right back in on after changing. We made our way back to Jr's, I can't really tell you much of what happened, cause I don't remember it. I know that Chris couldn't keep his eyes open and instead used a man he didn't know as a pole that he could make out with....that's all I'll say. The night ended, with little fanfare, I honestly don't remember.

Sat, Bernie and I decided that we would make something out of ourselves, since the past couple of days had been spent drinking. We walked from Bernie's to the Zoo, headed out with manurse's that had apples and water. Don't know how long of a walk is, but I know that in all we walked for about four hours when it was said and done. I had never been to the zoo before in DC, so it was a good time. We saw some kind of rodent do a move that many of my friends are familiar with. After much running around and sniffing of her partners butt, she arched her back perfectly in the air and allowed him to do his business (that line is from color purple, if you haven't seen the movie, may God have mercy on your soul.) It was a good way to end our trip to the zoo. After the Zoo, Bernie and I walked to get something to eat, organic Chinese food, it was treat your body right day after all. Then, we walked to the circle and meet up with Chuck and his mom. It's been a while since I've seen a parent with a hangover, I think it was homecoming last year, but needless to say, she and chuck were both fun to talk to. After the circle went to see "Batman Begins"......really good movie, a lot better then I thought it was going to be. I love Christian Bale and now want to have his kids. After the movie, made our way back to Jr's and then went home. All in all a good day, not being drunk and all

Sunday, I decided that I would spend some time with self. Caught up on some reading and watched some good looking men pass by. Meet some friends and ended up but where else, JR's.

I have to say all in all this weekend belonged to JR's....I'll miss it when I leave for San Fran on Thurs, so maybe it was suppose to be that this weekend was devoted to Jr's and all it's craziness. God bless it...

Time to let go...

Have you ever come to a point in your life, when you say to yourself "it's time to let go and move on". I am the type of person who hates to give up on things....be it people, jobs, relationships, and/or life in general. I will hold on to the very last minute. Be the last person standing. And for what reason, so I can say that I tried, that I didn't give up. So I can be right. Too many times, I've been burned, hurt, by holding on...not wanting to let go. But, it's time to now.....it's time for me to stand up and do my best Miss America wave and bow out graciously. I've tried and tried and to no end, nothing. Just me at the end of the day/nite, always alone, always holding on. Not anymore...

Pride and Proud

This past weekend was Capitol Pride. I love Pride week so much, because you get to see so many people that don't usually come out to the bars and/or streets. Me and the girls actually started our Pride week on Tues (see blog) so when friday came around of course we were ready to go. We decided to start at Chucks place with a couple of drinks before we hit the streets. Then it was off to Cobalt. Not going to lie, we gave it to the fans hard and then some. Some had religious experiences, "Get Up", I live for it. Others had some other kinds of experiences, he had a boyfriend and that's all I'll say. So needless to say Friday really kicked things off the right way.
After a slow start on Sat. morning.....some watched porn, while others tried to re-tell stories....we decided to hit the streets and do a little shopping before the parade. Side note....I'm a little disappointed with this summer's fashion assortment for men. Everywhere you go; H&M, Gap, Snatchercrombie, Express, everywhere.....just disappointment all around. Anywho....after the shopping or lack there of, we decided it best to rest up a little and wait for the storm that was about to hit a little place called Velvet Nation, and by rest up I mean drink a lot (don't drink 151 and then go out into the sun, not a good idea). We made our way down to the parade and like last year only saw a tad bit, before deciding to go into JR's and watch or not watch from there. After some drinking, watching naked boys pass by on floats, and some touching of strangers, we went home to regroup for the rest of the nite. Now, for those of you who know me, I love going to Nation when there is a good DJ and of course I always have a good time, "always". But, this time around me and the girls were forced into a situation that is very unfamiliar to us, being "sober" at Velvet. Please, don't think we didn't try, cause some would say that we were on a such a mission that we could've worked for the CIA, but that is neither here nor there. I have to say all in all, it was probably one the best times I have ever had at that place, besides when Tom Stephan was there.....a DJ saved my life that nite. We burned a hole in that damn dance floor and it probably will not be the same for some time. Side note #2.....dear Chris Cox, you are a very good DJ, I like you. But, if you ever try to pull that guitar shit again at a gay establishment, I will not only come on stage and beat you to death with it, I will also ask for my money back. Anywho....the nite ended around 5am and it was time for some rest before our final performance on Sunday.
When I woke up on Sunday my body ached, as though I had just got out of plastic surgery. I thought that Sunday would be a day that would just go by kind of slow, maybe some sitting in the Circle, catching up on last nite and then a little later going down to the festival, and ending it with Jr's.....oh not,not the way it went at all, not with the bitches I know. I got a call from Bernie telling me that we were going to meet some friends at brunch. I don't know if I've ever talked about brunch, but we go to this place called the Beacon. It's amazing, the food, the service, and on top of all that it's all you can eat and DRINK for $17.95. When you start your day with an all you can drink brunch, you are bound to be in for all kinds of SHENANIGANS from; who can give the best head, to talk of eating ass.....it was all there and it was all fabulous and amazing. After brunch we hit up Universal Queer for some eye protection. Afterwards, we hit the Pride Festival just in time to hear our girl Deborah Cox. Girlfriend was looking fierce and her voice was amazing....I live for her and can't wait to see her again in two weeks in San Fran. After staying in the heat for as long as we could, some of us sweat way too much for our own good....damn Thermoboost.....it was time to hit up our usual Sunday nite spot, Jr's. With $2 vodka drinks flowing and good friends all around, I decided to call it a nite around 9pm.
This morning I got to thinking and laughing about this past weekend and all that went on. In the end I realized that Pride is so much more then just some great parties and a parade, it's about friends. Without them, there would be nothing to be Proud of....

A new summer

So yesterday while I was at home I decided to get caught up with my good friend TIVO.....I love him. I started with a show called "Blow Out".....now for those who don't know this show was on about a year ago and then it followed hair stylist Jonathan Antin and the troubles of opening a new salon in Beverley Hills. Fabulous.....it was drama, it was hair, it was fabulous. So this season is about Jonathan designing a new hair care product line. I have to say that I wasn't that happy with the first show. I wanted more. More drama, more hair, but instead I got Jonathan and that was about it. He was so into himself the entire show that I actually got turned off a little bit. Then, he showed up, Alyn. A fellow hair designer that works in Jonathans Beverly Hills salon. He also owns his own salon in Chicago, where supposedly he is big stuff. He is so cute and dreamy that I have found my reason to keeping watching the show.
Next, Queer as Folk. I kind of had a fall out with this show around season 3 and or 4. I don't know what happened, but I just stopped watching it. The characters, the plots, all of it just became too much. But seeing as this is the last season of the show, I figured, I was there in the beginning so I'll be there in the end. I will never forget when the show first aired. I was at home doing a break or something from college and I hadn't come out yet. So I would stay up late to catch the rerun at 12 o'clock and I would turn the volume down really low, as to not wake anyone, all the while praying that my mom didn't walk in on me watching the show. My finger always on the channel button, just in case. To be young again. Anywho....side note. The show is so good this season. I miss all the gay sex, and the drama that comes along with it. The characters seem to have come a long way since the days of not having a comic book and or working at some crazy ad agency. Also, please note Pittsburgh is in no way like that. After living there for almost a year, trust I never saw any of the boys like the ones on the show.
So next, Sports Kids Mom's and Dad's......no in a previous blog I talked about my love for Show Dogs Mom's and Dad's....same concept here, but instead of acting all crazy with animals this time it's kids. The show is so good already. You have a 5 kids that are basically living these crazy lives, all because their parents didn't make their dream of becoming the next big sports thing. My fav so far are the cheerleader’s mom, her daughter is 8 and her mom is crazy. Then there is the figure skater's mom, her son in 16 and she is nuts. I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So after a great new show, I settled in for Queer Eye. This show is so good, and especially after so many episodes. You would think that after so many make-overs it would all get old. Not so, somehow they figure out a way to bring a tear to my eye and a laugh out of my mouth.
All in all, Bravo deserves a standing O.....thank you for choosing to show new stuff in a summer that is filled with repeats of shows past. I loved the OC the first time around, I'll pass on a second helping.

Pride is in the air

So yesterday I was not in any kind of mood or ability to be at work....a bit hungover I have to say.
It all started on Tues. nite when I met a friend out for a couple of after-work drinks at the awesome Mexican restaurant, Lauriol Plaza. If you have not been I suggest you get right real quick and check it out. The food is ok, but the drinks are to kill for. They probably have one of the best frozen margaritas that I have ever had. Anywho....we can talk later about these matters. So after a half-pitcher and a bowl of chips and salsa I parted ways with my friend and was on my way home to watch some TV....that will have to be another blog cause Bravo is not holding back this summer bitches......As I stated to walk I thought I should call Chuck to see what he was doing. I actually felt guilty for not calling him earlier b/c he lives across the street from where the drinking of said fabulous margaritas took place...anywhosit....I decided to meet up with Chuck on the street to catch up, but as things tend to happen we were walking past Jr's and as fate would have it stepped in to see what was going on. Bad idea..... I was pretty drunk by the time I met up with Chuck, that damn Jose, so drinking more was probably not the smartest thing. So after a couple of drinks and some SPS....check out the link, we left there only to return again after finding the scene at Halo a bit of a downer. Now any decent person would have told me to stop drinking and take my ass home, not Chuck, that bitch, like me loves chaos and mischief, so we had a couple more and decided that it was time to go.
By now the fire is already going pretty strong and one knows how hard it is to put a forest fire out after it's been going for a while, so I called Nard up and decided to pick him up and head back out. We met up with some friends from B'more and Chuck again, of course, and headed to a place that I had never been before, Windows aka DIK bar. Now our friends from B'more are a little crazy, one in particular, Jamie. Everytime I'm around him I get drunk without fail. I love him to death, but my body can not handle him. So after being there for a while, and of course I was wicked drunk by now, a couple of Jamie drinks in me only produced one thing....the crazies. I don't even remember getting wasted....it was like ooooo I'm a little drunk to oh my god I am pass out drunk right now. So anywho, after a couple more drinks, some karoke, not me...others, and a drag queen feeling me up as though I was going out of style, we left the bar, well some of us, not me. I stayed behind to talk with a man that I remember having braces and no lisp....weird I know. After discussing who know's what....I left DIK bar to meet up with the ladies at Cobalt. That's were things get a little fuzzy......I remember going into said club and I remember leaving said club, it's the middle that is neither here nor there.
Anywho, I woke up the next moring to find myself dressed head to toe in full gear and at 11am. I'm a mess, I know.

You think that I would have had enough on Tues., but oh no....not this queen. Yesterday, after doing a bunch of stuff around the house, mostly getting caught up with TIVO, I found out that a certain someone was headed back down from B'more to give the fans a little more. So last nite me, Nard, and Chaz went to Jr's for a couple of drinks and then over to Chaos for hip-hop nite. It's really ladies night, but calling it hip-hop nite makes me feel so much better, not really into the whole carpert movement. After sweating to death for about an hour we finally met up with Jamie and gave the fans a little something....there was the one armed shimmy, gold chains on shoulders and some fierce hair. All in all it was a good nite.
So now it's time for the real party to begin. That was all just a warm up for what's about to come. Pride is upon us and that can only mean one thing.....DC watch out because it's about to get outta hand.

Once in a while

So this past weekend didn't really see that much activity as past. On friday me and the girls gathered to have a "women empowering" movie night. We decided that before the season really gets into gear we should clear our heads and get back to "one". We started off with a great movie and a lot of food, "What's Love Got to Do With It". If you have not seen this movie, I beg of you to put your shame away for one day and let your soul live. My homegirl Angela Bassett does an amazing job of playing a Soul Surviving Sister Tina Turner. The acting plus the show stopping dance and music numbers really did a number on us and you can believe that there were tears flowing.....Next, we moved on up hill to another great Sister movie, "Waiting To Exhale". Again if you have not seen this movie dust your inner diva off and rent it. If you don't know about the wonderful Terry McMillan book and equally great movie, it is about four "sisters" that deal with various issues from men to their own personal problems. Of course all four of the girls fit neatly into one of the four characters....I'll let you guess were we ended up. With two movies behind us we called it a nite.
Sat, after throwing up for several hours after coming home friday nite...3am-3pm, this happens when you eat too many of your feelings, we decided to head over to Chuck's for some pre-drinks and then make our way to Cobalt. All in all, a good nite.
Sun...found me waking up a little later then expected. I was spending the day in VA beach with my mom. Her and various other parts of my extended family had made the trek from St. Louis to VA Beach for a week long vaca. I hadn't seen my mom since sometime in Feb, when I went home for work. We only got to spend a little time together because I brought co-workers home for dinner, so I was really looking forward to seeing her. I got up around 8:30, the original plan had me up and on the road by 7:30....not happening after a nite out with the girls and all. So I finally hit the road around 9ish and it was a gorgeous day for driving. I had never driven south of Fredicksburgh, Va before so this was going to something new for me. All in all, a really smooth ride. There was barley any traffic and I got to drive over water. I don't know what it is about driving over water, but it always makes things for me a little calmer. I love it....anyway side not..... My mom and others were camping with a newly acquired camper and truck...both of which I was interested in seeing. Seeing my mom is always a great time for me. My mom and I have such a great relationship. I can talk to her about anything, unlike my other siblings. We had a long discussion about life in general. We talked about death, life and being gay. Ever since I came out to my mom, it's been interesting. Although she knows, I think that she would be happier not knowing. She is for the most part, just not happy that I'm gay. I think that she always thought that I would be the one of her kids to live the "great american life"...go to school, get a job, a wife, and then kids. We'll I've done most of that except the wife and kids part oh and the job part for right now.....but the conversation was the first real one that we've had since I told her I was gay almost 3yrs ago. We discussed the difference between those who choose to be "gay" and those who are born "gay". In the end I think that all points were taken on both sides and if anything we grew that much closer. After having dinner with the fam I took off for a three hour drive into the sun set. It was beautiful.
In all, the weekend was just what I needed. Relaxing, soul searching and stress free....God, I wish there were more like it.

ChChChanges

So last nite Bernie and myself decided that we would check out a local bar called Apex. On Thursday nite's Apex host college nite, which means that entrance is free with a college idea or $5 without...either way a good deal. Now, one goes there to hear a variety of music. In one room you can dance the night away to Janet's latest single or you can opt for a little more up tempo and hit the dance floor hard to a little Tom Stephan.
I go for the R&B, cause here in DC it's not common for clubs to really play a lot of rap and/or R&B. The r&b room is a little small, but it works especially after a long work week and all you want to do is dance the week away and say hello to the weekend. As soon as you enter the room you are greeted by something that may not be so common; teenage boys. Because it's college nite, you only have to be 18+ to get in, which is either a good thing or a bad one. For me it's bad.
The room being the size that it is, is not very conducive to pre-teen Queens jumping up and down to Britney's latest. As I looked around, in the over crowded room, last nite I started to notice something, most of the boys that were there all had something in common; either they were wearing hollister t-shirt's, bronzer, and/or some kind of eye make-up. What the hell is going on.
I don't know if it's cause I'm a jaded, bitter, queen or what, but when I was growing up fags did not act like this. We were a different breed. No make-up, no tight t-shirts, and def. no long hair that came with product and highlights. These boys, they can only be called that, are so different. OBVI, it's a different time and place, but is it really that much different. Sure gays are on TV nowa day's, and you can even see guys having sex together if you and or your parents shell out the $70 a month for cable. But, we still live in a world were racism still exist, gays get beat for holding each other's hands in public, and innocent people day each day. So as much as time is changing, is it really time or "Gays" that are changing.....

SOAP BOX......

So I've decided that each month I'm going to get onto my "SoapBox" once a month and talk about things that I think should be talked about..feel free to comment, because I know that I will say something's that won't make everyone happy, but that's life..

SMOKING.........
I don't understand why people smoke. I mean I'm not going to sit here and say that I've never done it or anything, because I have. I was just like most people who tried smoking once or twice and or even got into when they were in college and only did it when they drank. What really gets me are people who are addicted to smoking. For instance, if one of the first things that you do in the morning once you get up is go and light up and think about how or what you are going to do to conquer today, then you sir/mame are addicted. How can your first thought in the morning, after a nite's sleep be....damn I need a cigg.....what??? No....there is nothing right about that. There should def. be a signal that goes off in your mind that says "maybe I need to get some help with this" or something. We all have our faults, but something's should not be overlooked.

What's Metro

When I first moved here I was so excited about the idea of riding a train to work everyday. I mean it's the thing that you see in all the great old movies, you know people being all metropolitan and getting on the train to commute to and fro. I even went so far as to map out my way to get to the Metro....driving to the station, where I would park, how much time that would take and what not. Then to top it all off I even drove almost the same route that my train would take to get me to my destination, finding the station and all. I was so excited.
The first day my stomach was filled with butterflies. I got up extra early, just in case my whole timing thing didn't work out, and got myself to the metro station with no worries. I bought my ticket and stood on the platform ready to start my day. I looked around and thought "the train must be late today". Then I realized that trains were going in two different directions and that I had no clue which way was correct. So I quickly called my DC tour guide, Chris, and got myself on the correct side. I saw the train and the excitement built up inside of me so great I could barely breath. The train pulled in and the door stopped a couple of steps away from and then it started. This stampede that did not end. I was pushed and pulled in all directions. No "excuse me", no "pardon me", nothing....just people pushing and elbowing. I finally got onto the train and took and deep breath and thought " I can't wait to do that again."
Everyday, coming and going, I felt this way. I couldn't get enough of the Metro. I lived for it. The pushing, the shoving, the no "pardon me's". And the experience inside the train was just as great. I'm a huge people watcher so what better place to do so then inside a "tin-can" with an ever changing background and cast of characters.
But just like all good things, when you have too much of something you soon tire of it. I started dating a great guy and soon actually lived with him for about a month. His place was so convenient. I could walk to work, to bars, and even friends house's. It was great. I no longer need to drive, worry about the timing of trains and all the pushing and shoving and the no "pardon me's". I actually grew into someone who hated the Metro. I was a city liver now, I didn't need Public transportation, PT, as my old boss would call it.
Now, I'm no longer dating the great guy that has the convenient apt. So it's back to the Metro for me. It's only been three days and I hate it.....the pushing, the shoving, the no "pardon me's" I miss none of it. Instead, I long for the free and open streets, the sound of buses and cars quickly going to and fro and me just taking my time and living the city life...

You've Got......

What is it about mail that gets people so happy. I mean no matter what kind of mail it is; e-mail, snail mail, faxes, gifts, even post cards, all of these things give people that feeling that they can't explain. Peering into one's mailbox hoping to find something anything, even it is a bill. Anything is better then nothing at all. Returning from lunch to find an empty inbox is never met with enthusiasm, but instead with a thought that no one was thinking about you while you were gone not even you boss. Is that it, knowing that someone, anyone, cares enough to send you something? I know that I'm as guilty as many others out there. As soon as I come home or get back to my desk, I check to see if there is mail and if not, a sinking feeling comes over me. So too all of you that never send an e-mail, a post card, or even a letter that you've been meaning to send, I say do so because at least someone will know you care.