"Caught up in a man's penis power..." part trois

I'm sorry that the original video must have been too popular.

Alexyss K Tylor is on the verge of Superstardom I predict. The internet was flooded with the clip I had posted and well, who knows what kind of meltdown must have happened.
Thankfully, I've re-found it.

actually...

Breezy and Silly Monkey,
there is such a site already:

Rate a Date

It's for women, but it's still pretty interesting.

"We can keep talking but..."

Ok, so this is more typical of my "dating" experience.
A few days ago someone replied to an ad I have. I dutifully sent a photo to him first, without ever seeing his by the way.

This morning this is what greets me:

Hey Jason, good morning. Thank you for the pic and the reply. I feel that I have to be honest with you from the start.
I am not attracted to you. I can be friends and we can keep talking, but I beleive in being truthful always. I hope you understand.

What type of painting do you do? I'm kinda new to the painting thing, but my work seems to be selling really well. I sold 10 paintings last month.

Now it's not like it's never happened before, but it always hurts a bit you know?

I'm not sure what to write back to him, you know. But I did anyway. I seemed rude not to.
I complimented him on his sale of paintings and thanked him and well, what else could I say?

DIG

A while back I donated some money to Development in Gardening
It's an organization that helps fight AIDS and battle malnutrition in Africa among other places.
They seem to be doing really good work. Unlike the other charities I've supported, they really seem genuinely grateful for what I gave. They've sent me email and postal mail and not all of it soliciting money, but rather thanking me personally (handwritten!).
If you ever have some dollars to spare, please help them out.

Musical Mondays at Project Gay

If you haven't been to Project Gay before, you should. Each monday there's a wonderful synopsis of a famous musical, often times laugh out loud funny.

Click here to see the whole corpus of their wonderfully bitchy work


One of their best is their insightful work on South Pacific

A close second is the hilarious take on Funny Girl and Barbra's nails

meeting

Tonight I met "Alpha"
(I'm watching "I Love New York" at the moment and feel the need to give a nickname).

I spent the whole day dreading it. It's not that I was nervous, per se.
Lord knows I've had enough first dates in my life.

It was more that I didn't want to get trapped there for hours and hours, which I knew would happen.

All in all, however, it wasn't too bad...not great, but not too painful. He was a bit less assertive in person, which was nice.
He's very much an extrovert, very much an alpha male (which I don't like at all). It's odd, but as much as he seems to brag and name drop, it seems to be true.
But whatever.

He's the polar opposite of me, I think. I really don't think I could invent someone as different from me if I tried.

Still, he's got a very manly air about him that, if I'm honest, I find kind of attractive
He likes to talk and talk and talk on the phone, and I've indulged him a few times, but I just can't do it. It's exhausting.
Sorry.

He went on and on about his latest job with "Brad and Angelina" and his time playing football, and the guys who've all left him because he was was "too cute and too this and too that" and the time he won some wet t-shirt contest three times.....and well, oh my god....it got a bit tiring.
ahem

We met for coffee right across from Vincent's place.
(I actually saw Vincent riding away on his bicycle, down to the quarter I imagine.
I envied him for a moment, fantasizing about riding away too...)

But, you know, I'm a trooper.

Despite it all, I think he could detect my indifference...and when I'm disinterested I guess I can be very charming. Paradox, huh?

So, I'm supposed to see him again next week. I couldn't very well say no, could I?
(Ok, well, maybe I could.)

But it was so novel, so bizarre, being flattered and told that I'm attractive that I couldn't say no.

I'm just that neurotic, I guess.

he's back

He's just back from Vietnam (wtf?)...after doing some "SOUL SEARCHING" he decides to reconnect with me (???)....
(again with the all CAPS??)

So, I'm supposed to meet him this week.

I'm equal parts intimidated, intrigued, and
irritated.
Ok, well, maybe not equal parts.


Of course it might not even happen, if the last time is an indication

god help me.

Femme, femme, femme (and Debbie)

The other weekend Michael came into town to see the Bangles (a band I've always hated for some inexplicable reason).
Anyway, continuing the theme (?) of woman-power (?) we took a trip to see the
exhibit at NOMA, titled Femme, Femme, Femme. It's a collection of paintings from various French museums, all of women. It was really nicely done, I thought. The paintings were all of minor quality, but that's what made them all the more interesting I think.

The night before we went to the exhibit (again supporting the woman theme?) we had dinner with Debbie, and we spent some time in the quarter with her.
She's in a state...umm...let me leave it at that.

But that night Michael commented to her that he thought she needed a "role model," someone to look up to. At first, I didn't really agree, but upon retrospection I think he might have a point.

I couldn't think of any specific role models I have for my life myself, but there are individual role models for various aspects of life that I suppose I have.
I wish I could say my parents are, but as much as I love them, I wouldn't. Most of my role models, if you can call them that, are friends.

I wish I had grown up with a role model, actually. I think that's one of the problems with gay men, we often don't have role models at all. We have to sort of invent this thing as we go along.

So I'm just curious, who (if anyone) is your role model?

"A Good Man Is Hard to Find"

Here's a gratuitous link to one of my favorite short stories:

A Good Man Is Hard To Find
by Flannery O'Connor

"The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She wanted to visit some of her connections in east Tennessee, and she was seizing at every chance to change Bailey's mind. Bailey was the son she lived with, her only boy. He was sitting on the edge of his chair at the table, bent over the orange sports section of the Journal. "Now look here, Bailey," she said, "see here, read this," and she stood with one hand on her thin hip and the other rattling the newspaper at his bald head. "Here this fellow that calls himself The Misfit is aloose from the Federal Pen and headed toward Florida and you read here what it says he did to these people. Just you read it. I wouldn't take my children in any direction with a criminal like that aloose in it. I couldn't answer to my conscience if I did."


Read the rest here

the hot trend in Tokyo

"In other global cities they may still wear ACNE jeans or cardigans, in Tokyo that would be just one of last week’s trends amongst so many others. But - there is something lasting here that stands out. Something that can be spotted in every street around Shibuya: men wearing (ladies’) handbags, pocketbooks and soft purses - casually over the shoulder, elegantly on the wrist or firmly gripped on the way to a meeting....."

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