I don’t really have much to post about. I guess I’m feeling a bit uninspired. So with that in mind I’m going to try something new. A stream of conscious post. Basically, once I start typing I won’t stop and therefore have to type whatever comes into my head. It will be interesting also because I am not going to spell check it, so everyone can see what a truly horrible speller I really am. Ready…Set…Go!
Do you know that song by the Black Eye’d Peas? The one with Fergie singing the corrus “…every night and day. I’m addicted and I just can’t get enough.” I have that corus stuck in my head almost everyday without fail. I don’t know how the rest of the song goes, just that. It comes from nowhere and boom it’s glued to my brain. Getting songs stuck in your head it rough especially when you’re not sure of the right words and basically you just have a melody in your brain. I want to buy a flesh light as I posted in an earlier post, but they are expensive and I still haven’t heard any personal testimonials about them. Maybe while I’m at Pride (either boston or NY) I’ll stop by a porn shop and pick one up. Rather then have to pay shipping and handling which is a killer. Although I’m not sure I want to walk around the whole city of Boston with a Fleshlight in my hand. Maybe it will be a conversation starter? It is an unusual accessorie, at least for me. Speaking of Pride…and summer activities in general. I had an epiphony the other day. (I’m sure that’s spelled wrong) I’ve always placed blame on certain social situation due to the situation or location. Basically I always thought that if I went someplace new, things would be different. If there were new guys guys around my date book would be full! NOT SO! My Ah Ha moment was when I realized that it was not my enviroment that was the casue, it was my own actions. I need to act differenlty to get different results. Because lets be honest, I could be in San Fransico at the world largest bear bar and if I still act the same way, I’m going to get the same results. My resolve this summer is to be more outgoing and less shy with my thoughts and feelings. Similar to when I drink and my “filter” is gone. Thats going to happen more often. So don’t be surprised if I start to confess long held crushes (your name begins with J) and long held annoyances. I’ll try to use my new power for good, but with the good comes the bad and I can’t help it if some evil slips out.
That’s just as it came out of my head. The only editing I did was basic punctuation. Spelling and grammer have gone untouched. 🙂
Wikipedia defines Six Degrees of separation as:’
‘Six degrees of separation (also referred to as the “Human Spider Web”) refers to the idea that everyone is on average approximately six steps away from any other person on Earth.’
I suspect the gay universe is 5 degrees of separation, and the bear universe…well that’s about 3. What’s the point of any of this? I’m single and trying to meet single men is difficult. Trying to meet NEW single men that are not entrenched in my social web is near impossible. I refer to these rare men as ‘off the grid.’ If you’re cute and bearish in the northeast you’ve dated or fucked someone I know. I once went on a date with a guy who lived an hour away. I thought I had found someone new. Not only did he already have a boyfriend but he spent most of the evening going on and on about my friend whom he met in Ptown. (A couple of months later he ended up at a party of yet another friend) Is this a regional phenomena or do guys is San Diego have the same problem? This issue is not going away. On the flip side I save time. When I am interested in someone I just ask a friend for the stats and info. Therefore I don’t waist my time on a hotty with a boyfriend. Although…my new theory for finding a boyfriend is that I have to steal him away from someone else. All the good men are gay and taken.
P.S. Here’s a game- Go on Facebook and search a generic name like Tom, Mike, or Steve. Scroll down the list of people who all have at least 1 Mutual Friend.
P.P.S. I also get very annoyed when I meet someone new and they are not on Facebook. I know, hipocrisy.
He should be sitting on my face.
A blog about the daily events in your life is boring. ‘I went here, with him, and did that’ …it’s basically long form facebook. However I had such a good time in New York this past weekend, I couldn’t let it pass without a special mention. So indulge me for a moment. So without further adieu…here’s a recap of Saturday in the city:
We drove. No traffic and a free parking spot. Score! Thank you Russ for driving.
I went to the city on a gay pilgrimage. The Alexander McQueen exhibit finally opened at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. With the exception of Stan and Joe, most of my friends don’t share my interest for fashion and I was planning on going solo. I was proved wrong when Justin asked to come along. Soon Russ and Josh joined in and we had our 4some.
The exhibit had a line that was an hour long. When we left there was an hour and a half wait. To say there was a lot of people is like saying the north pole is a bit chilly.
One of the life’s best simple pleasures is a big soft pretzel from a street vendor.
Central park is great for people watching. Where else can you see a half naked black man do bare foot yoga complete with two giant rubber balls while a bride takes her wedding photos 10 feet way?
If you have a large group (in numbers or physical size) I recommend Dallas BBQ. It’s shockingly big especially for a NYC restaurant. In addition everything come in standard or Texas size.
Rice to Riches. I HATE rice pudding. Although I have a laundry list of food issues so that should come as a big jaw dropper. But Rice to Riches is endearing and cute. With a modern atmosphere of white and orange, the shop is fun and charming. I dare you to try and not take a cell phone pic of one of the clever saying posted to the wall. (I couldn’t resist) If your like me and rice pudding isn’t your groove get a White Chocolate Mocha Latte. Maybe the best coffee I’ve ever had.
New York City men. I’ve never found the men in NY to be all that sexy. They’re not ugly but they’re also not HOT. I wonder if the sexy boys are like a hidden gem. You have to stay a while and do some digging before you can uncover them. “Come out Come out where ever you are!”
Does anyone own a fleshlight? I’ve always wanted to buy one but I’m hesitant because of the price. (approx $60-$70) On their website fleshlight.com there are pre-built versions as well as ‘create your own.’ I don’t even know where to start. Original, Pure, Vibro, Alien? Is there one ‘sleeve’ that’s better then the others? I’d love any recommendations. They also have modes shaped like beer a can that I find incredibly fun. Yet again, are there pros/cons? If anyone has one please help!
On a similar note, I wanted to give my review of a product I’ve purchased: the Aneros Prostate Stimulator. I bought this small plastic tool a couple years ago because it gave the promise of amazing pleasure by stimulating the prostate with it’s unique shape. I’m here to tell you that is does not work. If anything it’s best for a beginner who’s very tight. This tiny probe has a shaft that is 3 3/4 inches. I’m sorry I need something bigger…or at least thicker. At $48.00 it’s a total rip off. Beware.