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New York Didn’t Sleep…And I Didn’t Much Either (Part II)

Thursday, March 31st, 2011

Pookie and I had such high hopes for Saturday morning.  We were going to get up early, go out for a gourmet breakfast, enjoy the sunrise…or celebrate that the sun was already up and then part ways for several hours.  He was off to do some shopping, eat some nibbles, take in some sightseeing, mingle with friends and I was off to be charming and work my trade at the Rainbow Book Fair.  I walked 15 blocks.  He took the subway.  Little shit.

New York Never Sleeps, But I Do (Part 1)

Monday, March 28th, 2011

It gets to be the little things when you get to my age. Things like going through security at the airport and waiting behind people who act like they’ve never done this before just irk the hell out of me. “Oh, I’m not allowed to take water through?” Yeah, it’s kinda on all those signs around you, dipshit. “Why do I have to take my shoes off?” Really? Come on. And then they have to collect everything they feel they were forced to unpack to go through the X-ray machine, which just gives them more to whine about. So, after something like that, I usually tend to enjoy sitting down for a quick overpriced meal to calm the nerves. My selection at Detroit Metro; Chili’s. Waiting time to get in; 30 seconds. Capacity level; less than half. Time for food to appear on table; 35 minutes. GRRRRRR…

Classic Blog Post: Ultra-Man Was A Bully & Other Tales From The Glass Tiger / Cutting Crew Era

Saturday, March 26th, 2011

Classic Blog Post: Ultra-Man Was A Bully & Other Tales From The Glass Tiger/Cutting Crew Era
Original Publication Date: 11/13/06

Is 36 too old to be considered “middle aged” yet?  I do have to wonder.  Why, you ask?  How nice of you to indulge me!  I don’t get enough of that…and I don’t have enough indulgences either.  Wait.  Where the hell was I?  That’s right; a tangent.  Um…shit.  Where do I want to pick this up?  I swear I have Kathy Griffin’s memory sometimes.

It Comes Down To Who’s Right and Who’s Wrong

Thursday, March 24th, 2011

I spent the day with my father this past Sunday as I do one day each weekend.  He loves working on the main computer because of the large monitor, which makes seeing his word search program that much easier for him to see.  The computer is the first thing he asks to see upon walking in, so I usually have it booted up for him and hot cup of green tea on the way.  Dad took a break between searches this particular day and joined me in the living room.  “I wish you were married and had children,” he informed me after sitting down.  “Why?” I ask.  “Because God doesn’t like you being the other thing.”

Seriously? You’re Dating An Asian? Why?

Monday, March 21st, 2011

You know it’s going to be one of those days when somebody says “You’re dating an Asian?  Why?” I’ve been asked that before and it’s usually followed by someone listing the ethnic anatomical stereotypes before getting into the whole “Oh, so you’re like a rice queen and he’s a potato queen?” Ironically, those may be the four things UCLA student Alexandra Wallace didn’t bring up last week in her little tirade about Asians in the library.

Classic Blog Post: That’s Nice Dear…Now Hand Me The &^$%@.* Solarcain!

Saturday, March 19th, 2011

Classic Blog Post: That’s Nice Dear…Now Hand Me The &^$%@.* Solarcain!
Original Publication Date: 8/21/06

Red…it’s a nice color, isn’t it?  Pretty things are red.  Women like red.  99 Red Balloons.  Remember that song?  Yes, German singer Nena liked red, too.  I’m convinced, however, that red is not exactly a color that’s particularly friendly to the male gender.  For instance, there are a disturbing number of gay men who embrace pink, but not red.  They stay away from it.  They’re the smart ones.  It’s still a nice color, except when it’s the color of certain areas of your body.

A Letter To My Father

Thursday, March 17th, 2011

Dear Dad,

You’re never going to read this.  I know because you’ve stopped reading books and magazines since it’s difficult for you.  So maybe this is for me or maybe it’s just something for the future.  It tore me up when you apologized for not being able to read my last book.  Of all the things for you to be concerned with, it’s one that should matter the least.

The Boy From The Chemist Was Here To See You

Monday, March 14th, 2011

I’ve taken a cue from the great Captain Malcolm Reynolds in that “I aim to misbehave.” Don’t know who Mal is?  Shame on you.  Look him up.  My method of misbehaving this weekend was to flip my set schedule the proverbial bird, splurge a little and stay up way past my bedtime.  Yeah, how crazy is that?  I used to be able to stay up until 3 and 4 in the morning back when I was in college and not even need tea bags on my eyes the next morning to take the puffiness away.  Not that I do that now, thank you…or that I’ll admit to any such thing.

Classic Blog Post: If Music Be The Food Of Life…Gimme That Plate! I’m Hungry!

Saturday, March 12th, 2011

Classic Blog Post: If Music Be The Food Of Life…Gimme That Plate!  I’m Hungry!
Original Publication Date: 8/09/06

I was working out at the gym today in my Calvin Klein duds, Reebok shoes, Marks & Spencer deodorant and imported hair gel while listening to my latest little MP3 player because…well, that’s what label-whore gay guys like me do.  Right?  So not the point.  Anyway, I was in mid lifting something heavier than it had any right to be or that I was comfortable with when an 80’s song started playing.  It was a song I hadn’t heard in a VERY long time and I felt as if I’d been transported back in time to simpler days.

If I’m So Popular, Why Won’t Ellen’s People E-Mail Me?

Thursday, March 10th, 2011

It never ceases to crack me up when someone IMs or e-mails me and makes the comment about how nice it is that a famous author is talking to them.  The first thing that always goes through my mind is “Who the hell are they talking about?” Fortunately, these folks are generally from overseas, so they’re not on crack.  They’re simply misinformed.