Hoy es mi quinto dia en Dublin, la ciudad de la lluvia, aunque curiosamente hace dos dias que no llueve pero sigue haciendo un frio que pela. El miercoles fuimos a investigar antes de cenar y nos encontramos el tipico garito con la bandera del arco iris, estaba abarrotado, y es que ya lo digo yo siempre, los gays son los que mejor se lo pasan, en Amsterdam igual…en la puerta habia un cartel que ponia: Today QUIZ! Y…que es eso del quiz???? amigos menudo inventooooo is a tipical irish game… es como el trivial pero en vivo y en directo, me explico: vas con tu grupo de amigos (tu equipo en este caso) te inscribes con un nombre y te dan unos papeles donde anotas el nombre del equipo y el numero de mesa, entonces un presentador con su micro y “to” (en este caso el travesti mas enorme que yo haya visto) empieza a hacer, preguntas de, por ejemplo: geografia, formula 5 preguntas y cada equipo va anotando en los papeles las respuestas, luego pasan, te recogen el papel y hacen el recuento de respuestas acertadas, mientras el presentador hace mas preguntas de diferentes temas. Es muy divertido, dura unas dos horas durante las cuales la gente no para de pimplar y acabas super pedo, ademas luego hay mogollon de premios, sortean cosas o hacen preguntas y el primero que llegue corriendo al escenario y diga la respuesta correcta gana algo, bueno, asi, ese tipo de cosas. Nosotras ni siquiera participabamos y ya nos descojonabamos, ademas intentar entender las preguntas era un show por que habia alguna difficult, difficult….voy a exportar la idea a Espana y voy a montar un QUIZ!!

If utter exhaustion had a name, it would be Russell Patrick Brown 5:45 AM Sunday.  I woke up yesterday at 8:30 because I’m such a spaz and got ready for my day (I was scheduled to sleep until 10:30, but the barking dog next door that I’m going to kill someday altered those plans).  I then proceeded to squeeze in a quick half-hour all-around workout, buy a present, go to a rehearsal, buy costume stuff and eat, rehearse a great but occasionally unfocused group of Irish dancers and musicians again, return some costume items and then do the actual performance.

If that wasn’t exhausting enough I was treated to a 9 pm to 4 am shift cocktailing beverages to the tweeked homos at Therapy.  This programming was brought to me by my fellow lazy (I’m guilty of same) co-workers who would sooner fist a hippo than work my Saturday shift for me when I’m in need.  This was further made enjoyable by the MTA (Motherfucking Transit Assholes) as they decided at the last minute to cut off uptown local service on the subways.  Well!  I wish I could say it is all made better by my boyfriend sleeping at home whom I could have hot quick (no foreplay tiddlywinks with) sex with and then pass out in his arms.  But no, I cannot say that as I have been single for four year.

I’m thinking what else I can bitch about before I get all positive and sunshine and puppy dogs on ya.  OH!  Hmm.  There’s something…. I know it  OH!  I remember.  My unpleasant experience in the subway was graced by an incredibly hoit guy (who was talking to himself but I pretended not to notice) who I thought was interested in hot anonymous, casual sex but then seemed not to be.  Okay.  Enough of that shit.

It was a cool day in that I was excited to wake up, have rehearsals for this piece I put together, play the harp on the fucking stage (woohoo!) and finally perform with my cool friends in my bad ass outfit.  I really, really love the work I’ve done with Irish/modern dance, costumes music and storytelling.  I’m so fucking excited to be sharing it all with you.  The performance turned out really well thanks to the awesomeness of everyone involved and it has prepared me so damn well to create more.  I learned soooo much (not that the piece blows or anything) and I know how to tell a better story and rehearse it better etc.  Make it even cooler is finding out so many of you have been visiting and reading this blog.  Thank you so much.

At the end of this jaberwocky of a 21.5 hour day, I’m looking back going “I’m so incredibly strong, I have great friends and I’m so fucking glad I’m doing this now and not when I’m forty.”

Electric Six son un grupo de Detroit que se ha ganado un puesto en nuestros corazones con su tema “Gay Bar” Divertidos, guitarreros, esta semana se cuelan en el Top Five macarra.

Podéis escuchar más de ellos aquí.

Kara says:

 hey there, I did exciting things today.

Amanda says:

 Hello Miss Excitement

 Let’s have it

Kara says:

 Went to the gym, thats a given though. Then I walked on down to reids and met up with michael. I had a large costa rican. We chatted and scoped out every pretty person that walked through the door. It was fun times. Then… we met up with nicole, and she made delicious sechwan pork, it was divine. We also planned a two day trip to moncton as well…just for fun.

 It was a very productive day.

Amanda says:

 For shopping?

Kara says:

 indeed, and delightful food.

 Nicole and her wicked sweet delta discount, we’ll be going down and staying in style for cheeeeaaaap

Amanda says:

 that’s right. And will you be hitting up le queeeer bar?

Kara says:

 mmmmm….. maybe… triangles….

 i’ve been there a time or two..

Amanda says:

 I can’t say that I have. Not to my knowledge. But maybe. I always confuse that and Reflections.

Kara says:

 reflections…Halifax… yeah I could see that… they are both in basements.

 that’s strange to me

Amanda says:

  I think a lot gay bars in basements

  like hiding from Mom and Dad? I’m not sure.

Kara says:

 I think so.

Amanda says:

 the one here is also semi underground. Perhaps, it’s to establish a down low theme. I don’t know

 I ate soul food and stared down four thousand deadlines and heckled some more on craigslist.

 How goes the fishing?

Kara says:

 it goes… I’ve been out all day, and i see I have 6 new emails that I haven’t checked yet.

 It’s a strange world to me.

Amanda says:

 How so? Enlighten me.

Kara says:

 just the whole process of chatting up people…

Amanda says:

 Just think of it as the bullshit of a first date minus having to actually scream across a busy restaurant.

Kara says:

 because it is a process…and i’m sure there is a kosher way of going about it…but it seems automated.

Amanda says:

  Automated how?

 Like what’s your favourite colour?

Kara says:

 hmmm…. no, not necessarily the topic of conversation… just I’ll send you a message.. you send me a message… it’s weird… I’d rather just be out there… meeting people… even though it’s 7000 times harder.

 hahaha

 but that takes too long I suppose.

Amanda says:

  Well not necessarily. You could start going ‘places’ to meet people and reporting back. It might be good for ratings.

 Where would you go?

Kara says:

 hahaha

 triangles

 boom

 the ol bar scene

 hahaha

Amanda says:

 Oh a bar. Yeah, your liver is still young. I always forget.

Kara says:

 It’ll catch up to me one day… and I’ll die.

 hahaha

Amanda says:

 I just find that I’ve had enough drunken, recreation sex.

 But I recommend you get your dosage. You’ve been out of commission for some time.

Kara says:

 hahaha

 out of commission!

 At the cleaners.

Amanda says:

 What?

Kara says:

 nevermind.

Amanda says:

 ha.

 How is your new pussy?

Kara says:

 a little hell raiser… but soo fucking cute that I don’t care because we cuddle.

Amanda says:

 You cuddle?

Kara says:

 scary thought right?

Amanda says:

 And here, I thought you were made of stone.

 Like cuddling cement

 haha

Kara says:

 hahaha

Amanda says:

 I kid.

 I know you’re a big softy

Kara says:

 it’s mostly true…

 BAH

Amanda says:

 I want to live on a commune right now.

Kara says:

 why?

 with nuns? like sister act?

Amanda says:

 There are these wooden balls you can go hang in, in the middle of the forest

 no with hippies

 Preferably polyamourous

 Hippies

Kara says:

 I’ll go with the nuns.

 hahaha

Amanda says:

 I will keep the blasphemy to a minimum.

 How have you been keeping busy at the new living quarters?

Kara says:

 by not spending much time here.

 hahaha

 I wake up.. watch Canada am… eat a little breakfast…go to the gym then I feel like the day is done.

Amanda says:

 What I would give to be a seasonal worker.

Kara says:

 you could, I’d hire you.

 I’m sure you could pull your weight.

Amanda says:

 Seriously, with no training? Great then. It’s settled. I do have remarkable upper body strength.

Kara says:

 It’s true

 my legs are getting rugged from the gym

 the gym

 it excites me

 are you still going to yoga?

Amanda says:

 There are strangers in my room.

 Showing my house.

Kara says:

 weeeird

Amanda says:

 I semi go to yoga

 yeah, she was hot. her name is nikki from Ottawa and she’s cute as a button.

Kara says:

 hahaha

Amanda says:

 I can’t believe I have to move. SO MUCH TO DO.

 Anyways I should ‘book’ er.

Kara says:

 yeah yeah

Amanda says:

 GO ON A DATE

Kara says:

 right now?

Amanda says:

 yep

Kara says:

 hahaha

 I don’t think I can call a class act at 11

 haha

Amanda says:

 goodbye lover.

Jeg gik og nynnede en sang i hovedet i dag på arbejde. Flere gange kom ordene gay bar frem. Men mindes ikke lige nogle sange der handler om det eller mindes slet ikke at huske musikken. Men syntes bare det passede dertil.

Var lige på youtube nu her og sjovt nok, der findes en sang der hedder Gay bar o.O Og jeg kan kende musikvideoen så ved at jeg har set den før…

Nogle gange er jeg i tvivl om min hjerne fungere optimalt

RIP Zero Cipher, some cracking moments over the years but they never quite made it into the big time.

Surrey’s best metal band (probably) in quite a long time came on to the scene with a DJ and scratched intros and solos just when Nu-Metal was kicking off yet they were more influenced by the likes of Earthtone9 than Limp Bizkit et al.

I saw them on the same bill as Skindred and Sugarcoma at London’s Subterranea in August 2002. It still stands out as a pretty good gig and a pretty good performance by the band.

I believe they released two demos and two full lengths, but I have to admit I stopped following them once bassist/vocalist Will Pain left the band and they changed their style a bit.

Last September from their second demo still stands as one of my favourite songs from that year, and if you can find their cover of Gay Bar check it out because it’s awesome.

myspace.com/zerocipher for more.

last night was a friend of mine’s birthday. he’s a new friend of mine, and a good one at that. he was hurt that one of his best friends decided to throw a halloween party the same night as his birthday, and was getting a little bitchy about it. gay guys tend to do that.

i showed up to his house, informs me we won’t be staying very long at the halloween party because its his birthday and we’re only making an appearance. fine by me. i don’t know any these people anyway and honestly i’m just looking to have fun with my boys!

we thought we were so fashionably late, at over an hour…but with the gays that is not the case! the party didn’t even bother getting started until 2 hours after official ’start’ time. by that time, however, we helped ourselves to all the fresh drinks (read: VODKA) and food. food? not really, cheese and chips and grapes. got some cheese in me, can’t be drinking on an empty stomach now can i?

the party is in full swing, my friend whispers in my ear ‘you know there is a straight guy in here somewhere’. awesome! sounds like a challenge! more like finding a needle in a very muscular, shirtless haystack. now, i have damn good gay-dar (or at least i like to think i do) and it takes me only one pass through the party to find him. of course, his costume screamed ‘i’m straight’ from across the room. he was dressed as slash from guns’n'roses. and the key words here are DRESSED. we all know that halloween is like the gay holiday of the year, and like slutty girls on halloween, the skimpier the better. but guys can get away with being 98% naked.

with plenty of social lubrication (VODKA)-and this may be my best move to date- i looked at him, pointed at him, then at me, then pointed outside and mouthed the word ‘NOW’.

he completely obliged, left the conversation and we walked outside. we smoked a cigarette (yes, i know..smoking is bad blah blah blah, but in cases like these it’s fantastic) and chit chatted for a few minutes. then we made out like a couple of high schoolers at a keg party.

‘BREEDERS!!!’ yes, we got yelled at by the gays.

my friend wanted to go dancing, and we decide to go to micky’s. one of my favorite places!  and it was time to leave the party. ok, bye everyone-wait who is this following me? slash. oh, ok, come dancing with us…girls love a guy is comfortable enough with his own sexuality and with himself to not only walk into a gay club, but to dance? points for this guy!

we danced the night away, made out like a couple of drunks and had lots o’ fun.

my friend left that club, and i text him, ‘where r u?’, his response ‘bar’. that made me laugh. um, which bar? weho has like 1000 1/2 bars all in one stretch. doesn’t matter. i’d find him later on anyway. i just knew that i would.

slash and i are walking back to my friend’s house to get my car, (and this kills me) he asks me what was it about him that made me go up to him. really now? am i supposed to HONESTLY answer that? mind you i find out he’s 25, i’m 8 years older than him.

my answer ‘you’re hot’

my HONEST answer?

you’re the only straight guy in there.

girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do right?

So, Jude just left. Realizing my plan for the night fell through, I called him up to invite him over for burnt popcorn and fucking awful movies.

“Thank God,” he said after I propositioned him. “Jess was going to try and drag me out with her girlfriends to some gay bar. Why the fuck would she think I’d want to do something like that?”

I snorted. “Of course. The question you should be asking though, is why would she want to take you some place where you’d be getting more attention than her?”

“Come on now… don’t badmouth my girlfriend or you can spend Saturday night with your other two best friends.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ben and Jerry?”

“You know it.”

“Fine, I’ll be nice,” I said, sighing. “Are you coming over or not?”

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“You live 15 minutes away, Jude.”

“Sorry, do you not want me to shower? Did you suddenly start liking the grungy dirty look?”

“Whatever. See you soon.”

FInally after he finished primping he meandered over to my side of town and made it to my apartment. I answered the door in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Thanks for dressing up for me,” he said, pushing past me to enter my apartment, carrying DVD boxes from a video rental store.

“Hey, I put on clean sweatpants didn’t I?”

He ignored me and went into the kitchen to make the popcorn while I examined the movies he brought. Killer Drag Queens on Dope and Vampire in Brooklyn.

“What’s with this?” I asked, holding up the Eddie Murphy vampire film.

He just shrugged. “We usually pick the movies for Bad Movie Night together. Since I was by myself I just found one I knew you’d pick.”

Aww. See why we’re friends? Because he fucking rocks and knows me better than anyone. Just for that, I agreed to watch Killer Drag Queens on Dope first.

Popcorn popped and sufficiently burnt, Jude plopped down onto my couch, putting his feet up on my coffee table and holding the bowl in his lap. I sat down beside him, handing him a beer.

“So what did Jess say when you told her you were coming over here?” I asked as the opening credits began.

“I didn’t tell her. She’d probably flip her lid if she knew I was here. I told her I was hanging out by myself while she goes out.”

I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him. “So then why are you here?”

He looked incredulous. “You’re my best friend, Annabelle. Why wouldn’t I be here when you wanted me to?”

I considered this for a moment. I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about being his dirty little secret. Could I still be considered a “piece on the side” even if it’s only emotional and we’re not sleeping together?

I stared back at him and came to the conclusion that I didn’t care. He said it himself. We’re best friends. I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world, and apparently neither would he.

I sighed and shook my head, grinning. “Dumbass,” I said, slouching down the couch and cracking open my beer.

He chuckled and threw a handful of popcorn at me.

Yeah, we’re pretty awesome.

Wild Side West: steakhouse or gay bar?

What about Toad Hall? Steakhouse or gay bar? What about C. C. Slaughters, the Polo Club, Switch or La Cabana? Steakhouse or gay bar?

SteakHouseOrGayBar.com has compiled the names of steakhouses and gay bars across the country and then put them up on the site asking participants to select whether the name graces the sign of a steakhouse or a gay bar. The site displays which answer is correct and shows how many other people replied with that same response.

And in case you were curious, Switch and La Cabana are steakhouses, while Wild Side West, Toad Hall, C. C. Slaughters and the Polo Club are all gay bars.

Welcome back Thursdays! You’re the new Thursdays. Wednesdays gave it a try, but there’s nothing quite like hitting the town in style on the weekend’s eve (or alternatively Friday’s little brother, whichever nickname you prefer).

A couple Thursdays ago I had a stressful afternoon at work. You know, the kind where you figure out that your client may be liable for a $200,000 tax bill that was not your fault but is now your problem. The scratch-out-your-eyes-and-jump-out-the-window sort of afternoon. Then suddenly I got a text message and found myself in a Sophie’s choice situation. Bowman’s olive branch-like hand reached out and offered tickets to the DAILY SHOW. The catch? I had to be there in 45 minutes. Like Sophie I pondered my problem. Do I solve the tax problem or become part of Jon Stewart’s laugh track? Unlike Sophie I had a little bit of time to work with. I labored as fast as I could and then (literally) sprinted 6 (yes, 6! What? 6!) avenues in full work attire to make it to the taping.

A selection of comments I heard along the way: “Where’s the fire?” “Take it easy, sister!” And my personal favorite: “Your legs might fall off!” (That last one was closer to the truth then one could ever know). I digress.

Legs attached I reached the line and it was loooooooong. Bowman stood at the end sporting her kindergarten teacher stern face while venting about her long commute. I looked at her, clearly showered and presentable. “Someone took the time to dress appropriately,” I mused to my own broken appearance, “If this was the Amazing Race she would not be my partner. Hell to the no.” Shaking off my selfishness, she HAD gotten the tickets after all, I put on my hopeful smile and waited…… We were cut. I’d like to say it was really close and tragic, but it wasn’t. At least 30 people in front of us were cut too. Talk about overbooking! Fortunately we were put on some magical list that will allow us to reschedule sometime in the next month to bajillion years. (read: January 28^th)

Suddenly our songs of disappointment were interrupted by a commotion. “Colbert is taking standbys!” announced a voice from above. Quick as a jackrabbit, we and our wronged brethren booked it up the street to the Report and wrote our names on the list. “Sometimes they take everyone,” we overheard. I felt hope, Obama style. One mojito later and I was frantically excited. “Hope, Change, Hope, Change, Hope,Change,” I chanted, “If Obama can do it so can we.” Then, SLICE, my optimism dissipated, we were cut again. Somehow the President of this country and the funniest man on tv at 11:30pm (take that Letterman) both managed to disappoint me.

My ego was injured, but my resolve stood solid. I said goodbye to Bowman and headed to a comedy hour where my friends promised good times and laughter. I’m not sure if mandatory gasoline-esque cocktails are technically “good times,” but I suppose the experience could have been worse. Although those death-bevs couldn’t have been. They were hands down the worst I’ve ever had. Right after Amanda’s (second or third?) favorite blogger went on stage, I skipped out early to meet up with a friend for fondue and wine.

Running late, I sprinted down the same sidewalk from a few hours before. This time I was running away from the late night comedians, and there was no one to cut me. Rod Blagojevich be damned, I’d rather hang out on a couch with Thaitung!  Hang out we did. Point of interest, it’s always a good idea to split an entire bottle of wine with a skinny asian, even if he’s older than you, he can only drink so much. You’re definitely going to come out ahead.

The evening built from there and all my friends joined together at “Therapy.” I really don’t know what to say. I think you can just look at the picture, knowing that two of my best friends are in it, and laugh joyfully with me.

It’s the little things that make Thursdays so great. You know, like a feisty mojito, a random strip tease, and the fact that that Burrito Friday is just around the corner. And you know what else? Comedy Central and their line police can take their prestigious queues and semi-famous guests and suck it. That is, until Thursday, January 28th when, thank you fate, you delightful vixen, Bowman and I will be back, as VIPs, for some Daily Show action.

Then, you can all suck it, Friday’s little brother style.

Das wird mal wieder eine teuere Woche! Diese zwei Songs werden auf jeden Fall auf meiner Xbox-Festplatte landen …

… mal schauen welche der Songs sich noch dazu gesellen.

Special Surprise Ceremony on October 31st at 11pm.  Costume Contest Judging at midnight. 

2008 Halloween Costume Contest winner Paco, of Paco Paco Nightclub fame. Paco made this costume at home and won most of the contests in town and then went to Gaudalajara the next night and did it again.

Halloween at Fridas is a Vallarta Tradition.  There is something about the spirit of Frida (ask the bartenders about the bar stools that seem to move on their own)mixed with the creativity of the costumed crowd that is always the perfect combination for a great time.  Frida’s contest draws a very nice assortment of costumes and this year, the staff will be doing a special “wedding party” event.  Watch for surprise guests to arrive thoughtout the night to ’shake things up’.  Wear your favorite costume and join the fun!  You might win and you’ll definitely have fun!

Saturday, October 31st at Fridas.

 Also this week at Fridas: Check out the new menu additions and the new LATE NIGHT MENU.  Frida’s kitchen will be serving until 1am on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.  (Till 11:30pm other nights!)  Great for the late night munchies!  Have you tried Frida’s burgers?  The best in town!  Our hot wings are becoming legendary too!

by WickedWickedDandy

Well dears, I woke up the other day and was Sebastian Flyte. By that, I mean I was hung over, on a beach, in Morocco, had no money on me, and my mother was worried. (If you don’t understand, then go read THIS you uncultured hooligan) But now, I’m cleaned up, have a new lighter, and am sitting in an airport terminal at an internet cafe. And I am blogging! Gosh! My sakes!

And unfortunately darlings, I have not much to say to you. Unless you have a facination for Moroccan nightlife (not that I got a typical slice of it). Then, prepare to be enthralled.

Living in a tent on a beach is rather fun if you do not mind being harassed by police or having to guard oneself from being knifed or sodomized by drifters on a nightly basis. It is easier if you sleep in the day and are awake at night (of course, this leaves you open to being photographed in your sleep by tourists). The plus side of all this is the nightlife one discovers. Or, as I often did, the nightlife one creates for oneself.

PARTYING WITH NO MONEY IN MOROCCO

…can be a drag, as there is no alcohol unless you are a foriegner (like me) with money (not like me). BUT Morocco is absolutely heaven for gate crashers. I never had to worry about a meal! I simply would wander in at the sidelines of one of the many gatherings, slide up to the buffet, chat with someone while filling my plate, dance a bit, then leave. Honestly loves, the more the merrier at a party! And speaking of partying…

DRUGS

…can help with everything except your relationship with the local police, so I don’t recommend it. Though it is easy to come by, especially when you’re sleeping at Chateau Hobo. Especially good places to get them are clubs, which I had trouble finding, I’ll admit. I was hoping to find my way to the White Room, which I had heard so much of in university, but never got there due to the, ahem, aroma I started to emit after about a week. Wandering around Marrakech can be fun, though, and I highly recommend just wandering around the streets at night, though I did get mugged so I would stick to the better lit ones next time.

CLUBS

…can get a little expensive. However, after busking for enough money to buy deoderant and a decent meal, I was able to get into Le Diamant Noir, which I thought looked a little chavy, but maybe it was just the music. I am not saying I do not like R&B, but stumbling upon the heavy bass during a peaceful night killed the mood a tad. But the fact that there was a pizza parlor right there near the entrance cheered me up a bit. I just had enough to get into the club after that delicious slice, however, so no drinks for me. It’s amazing how easily one can spend money.

Le Diamant Noir is a rollicking good time, though. When you get tired of dancing, there’s this wonderful balcony that runs round above the dance floor, which is a treat for people-watching. One of my favorite hobbies. There was this one poor boy, obviously painfully new to the game, who spent the whole night trying to get a dance and failing. He was left dancing awkwardly alone in a circle of people with their backs to him. If he hadn’t been so pushy and greasy I might have given him a pity-dance.

Well, there is no more to tell you, dears, since I was only in this situation for about two months. Next time I go to Morocco, I’ll be sure to make a hotel reservation and bring money, so as to have more to write about.

Cheers.

Well, it’s a delayed post and NW Musicfest is going on right now. I missed The Bronx… lame and kinda bummed.

To sum up the rest of our trip to California: We went with my brother Chris to a gay bar called Patty’s, for his birthday . I don’t know what was more interesting, the mix of folks we met there or the mix of folks we went out to the bar with.

Brit’s new hero Renee:

Just to sum up a few gems. Upon meeting Renee he says, “Hi, I’m Renee, and I loooooove tequila!”
Then when I was taking this picture of him and Brit. “Let’s pose like sexy Victoria Secret models!”

Things got better when after probably 30 shots he started crawling around the dance floor at the bar.

But here’s Brit and Chris:

Over all we had a blast. Especially Chris.
He’s single and charming fellas!

After a fun night of watching chicks and dudes that looked like chicks, that looked like dudes get their boogie on, we headed back to Brit’s folks.

The next day we hit the family BBQ at my folks and it was so nice to hang out with everyone. Can’t wait for everyone to come visit us now!

Mom took us to the airport at like 5am which was very much appreciated and I miss the fam already.

Now that we’re back home I’ve been cutting stencils and meeting with some folks about getting my new shirts that have yet to be released in various boutiques. I’ve been finishing up a shirt design based on one of my dads oil paintings and I think it looks amazing, not cause I did an amazing job or anything, but mainly cause my dads painting is incredible.

More updates soon.. like tomorrow boom!

Cheers,

I usually don’t like mashups. I find them a little too dense. (as implied by the name of the genre itself) I’m making an exception for this one. Killing In A Gay Bar, by English Pete is a cute mashup of two great songs that made me EL OH EL.

Is it homophobic? Eh. I don’t think so. The original Gay Bar song talks about starting a nuclear war in a gay bar and no one seems to mind that one. I think it refers more to blowing everyone’s mind with your fabulous dance moves!

[via Hipster Please Episode 73: Eat, Drink, and Be Scary]

Statement #1:  I am gay.  It is something about myself that despite no matter how much I may want to change it, I cannot.  I have tried hard for many years to change myself into a straight person, but have been unable to do so.  I’m at a point in my life where I am tired of hoping that I will ever become straight and must resign myself to the fact that I am gay.

Statement #2:  I am anti-social.  It is something about myself that despite no matter how much I may want to change it, I cannot.  I have tried hard for many years to change myself into a social person, but have been unable to do so.  I’m at a point in my life where I am tired of hoping that I will ever become a social person and must resign myself to the fact that I am anti-social.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a self-loathing flavor of a post so I figured it was time to write one.

Try as I might, I can’t come up with a good difference between statements #1 and #2 above.  I’m pretty sure that most of you out there reading would not encourage me to go back to convincing myself I’m straight.  If so, then I can assume that most of you would encourage me to remain anti-social?   Go on, raise your hands….  The truth is I am pretty much anti-social when I sit down and think pretty hard about it.

Alright, so what’s brought this up exactly?  Well it’s kinda been brewing for a little while in me, but after returning from a Labor Day trip, it’s all kinda boiled over within me.  Anginae and I took a very nice trip to San Diego over Labor Day weekend.  We had a wonderful time and on two of the nights we were there, we went to a few of the local gay bars.  She had a great time as far as I can tell.  Try as I might, I just cannot get into the social scene of a bar, or anywhere else for that matter.  I didn’t have the nerve to go up and talk to a soul the whole time we were there, which frustrates the hell outta me.

I had always hoped the one of the side benefits of finally “coming out” would be that some of my social anxieties would disappear.  Apparently not.  I’m still the same ol’ guy that I was before all this, minus one little secret I’m no longer keeping.  Even the promise of complete anonymity, I couldn’t get the nerve to try and meet people.  First off, this is not a fear at all of people thinking or knowing I’m gay.  Matter of fact, the few times I’ve been in a gay bar, I kinda hope people get the hint that I am gay.  Every time I’ve been to one with Anginae, we leave our wedding rings behind (her idea) and she is just going with her as my friend.  No, this is all down to my every present social anxiety that for the life of me I have no idea how to get rid of.

Perhaps instead of trying to fight it, I should just give into it and accept it.  I mean how is it any different that being gay.  As far I as know, I was born gay, so how can I argue against the fact that I was just born shy?  While I just haven’t gone crazy and met every guy I possibly could, the very few that I have I’ve been extremely nervous and stressed out the whole time.   Right now I’m at the point of weighing the stress of wanting to meet someone versus giving up on it all together.   No, I’m not going back to being straight….I’m gay and I know it, but I may quit trying to actively go out and meet other guys.  I’ll just have to take the much tougher road and hope somebody tries to find me.  Long odds, but I just don’t know how much I’m up for the whole meeting people and dating thing.

If I look at my life outside of Anginae, there’s not really much of anybody else in it.  Sure I have friends at work and stuff, but that’s all we have in common…work.   If I’m not with hanging out with Anginae or our kids I’m usually alone and to be honest it does not bother me a whole lot.  If it were not for the fact that all those years ago she had the nerve to ask me out, then I would probably still be alone to this day, gay or straight.    Some people are just lonely quit types and I just may be that type.  Like other things in my life, I may just be better off accepting it rather than fight it.

Join the friendly crowd at Bar Frida for traditional Mexican food specials by Chef David and complimentary shots of Frida’s famous house tequila at 11pm with El Grito.  Don’t miss the fun on Tuesday, September 15 in honor of Mexico’s Independence Day.

This is a photo, taken by me on Friday September 4th/Saturday September 5th, shortly after midnight… At the Court Hotel in Perth. (The Court Hotel is a gay bar fyi.)

LOOK AT IT! The most AMAZING picture! You will never see a photo so amazing ever again in your entire life. I bet.

xoxo