Craigslist...enough said

I was wondering if there was anyone out there who has had either good or bad experiences with THE LIST.

You know what I'm talking about... cruising for guys on the internet late at night, during your lunchbreak, or just when you have time.

I must admit that I've participated, but I'm just not sure that i don't feel like a complete whore after everything transpired.

Feelings, comments? Antibiotics?

Antichrist Superstar

I cannot believe all the shit that has hit the fan about Sarah Palin. I know half of it might be fabrication--The Enquirer isn't really the best source (though Douchebag Edwards was discovered through their constant hounding).

In a way, I am glad that it is all coming about. I don't want the Republicans to win because they will take my gay behind and hang me from a tree or something. Mr. Obama might let me get married or have kids or some other American-dream type bullshit.

Does anyone else think this women is completely unqualified? Though I know it is nothing to sneeze at, but Alaska is smaller than most counties in the area where I live in terms of population. It is an insult to women--it's like holding a carrot in front of a donkey and making him run for it.

You can put lipstick on a pitbull or Sarah Palin, you are still gonna end up with a bitch that can't run the country.

Finally!

After several years of speculation... Clay Gayken has finally come out of the closet, making it much much less embarrassing for him to be alive. It's bad to see someone who is so gay and doesn't even know it. Aiken says that he told his mom some four years before... that would make him about 25 when he came out. It is a shame that people are so scared to make such a thing public in fear of what it might do to their celebrity. I say 'way to go;" that goes for you too Lance Bass (and congrats on the Dancing with the Starts gig. Too bad they made you go PC and dance with a chick.

The photo is courtesy PerezHilton.com, though the writing is mine =)

Ok so... I Have A Confession... I Need a Life.

This will be an unusually short post as I have become a very busy beaver (no fun there... right?). I haven't been able to actually sit down and say much of anything--or maybe I just didn't have anything to say. I must also admit that I've been in a bit of a drought and have little that was going on that I thought was blog-worthy. I now have a class assignment that is going to require me to blog, even though it is going to be on another page... a little page called Motime.

It is going to be a blog about dance music and the entire experience of going to the club. Everyone goes to the club, especially if you're a big ol' fag. I would love to get some stories about going to the club and your experience... anything would help.

Nextly, I need a damned life. Anyone who can help me? Just sayin'...

Awkward Summer!

So we are well into out summer vacations already, but I am still left feeling that it hasn't really begun. That's a shame because it won't be too long before it is all over. Being that I'm not a commuter student--I actually move my life to Fairfax, Virginia from my quiet beach-side town, I must literally adjust to leading what could be considered a double life.
The thing is, coming back home is downright awkward. Sure, you get to see your family and friends, but you leave a big part of you back at school. I have plenty of friends at George Mason University that I am dying to see again. My friends back home are great, don't get me wrong--there is just a part of me that knows being here with them isn't going to last forever. One friend went away to a college in Tennessee and now, it is as though we have a lot to catch up on. I am sure the same will be true when I get back to school and find that I have been out-of-the-loop in regards to their lives too.
I must confess that I am having a hard time getting back into the swing of things here at home. I started back at my old job that held a spot open for me. I am a security guard, but now, I am a part-time security guard making far less than the forty hours that I was accustomed to. I find that I have PLENTY of time to lie about the house and do absolutely nothing. Quite a switch after a busy semester, and frankly, it really sucks. Further, my friends are working a bit more than I am, and when our schedules do align, it is like a celestial event for all to witness. Things can be quite exciting one minute, and then completely dull the next. It is very hot and cold...
I know this must sound like whining, and I assure you, it is. I am currently trudging through one of those cold moments where I have exhausted all of my other options aside from doing a small load of laundry and figured that I would go ahead and strike up the band at my pity party. The thing is though, I am sure that there are others like me out there who are already packing their belongings and marking the calendars for the day when we can return to out beloved school and get on with our lives-on-pause. This is a cry for help, for those who are walking the same paces to be able to vent. Those people are probably in a boredom coma right now, however, and I doubt I will wake them with a simple blog post.
I will admit that I have made a new friend since I've been back. Though we knew each other previously--he was my co-worker before I left--we have brewed a new-found comradery that is refreshing. He is straight and I am quite obnoxiously, well, not. It is beautiful to have a supportive friend that comes at things from a different angle and is so unabashedly nice! So I suppose all isn't lost this summer. It's too bad that I will have to leave my new friend behind. It is also too bad that my new friend is quite the looker and is unavailable as a boyfriend. Oh well!
Whatever you are doing out there, just be sure to do it well! Have a wonderful summer everybody, I can't wait to catch up when it's all over.

It's a Lonely Road Without Friends

For some reason today while I was in the Johnson Center eating, I started contemplating the diversity of the school. I know I have touched on this in previous postings, but I wandered off into deep thought. As mentioned, Mason is a school of all colors and creeds. That being said, there are some nationalities that hold prejudice beliefs. Perhaps a generalization, but Jamaicans, for example, do not view homosexuality in a positive light. However, they are here at campus. Diverse doesn't necessarily mean liberal. Diverse just means different, variety, an array of conglomerated experiences.
That being said, diversity is closely related to minority. The different groups that make up Mason are mostly minorities on the national scale. Gays are a minority--a suggested ten percent of the overall population. How then, are we supposed to secure our minority rights among the remaining ninety percent? I believe, and I am sure that many will agree, that coming out as gay is the road to take.
Just look around today. There are so many more people who are out compared to, say, ten years ago. It is wonderful for me to see. When gay men and women let the world know who they are, and get to know them better, it helps to break down prejudices. If more people knew a gay person, then they might change their opinion of homosexuals. They will realize that they are the same as they are. Of course, for all the gays reading this blog, what I am saying is old hat.
The gay population is small and we need allies to accomplish what we need to accomplish. 30 million people is far from the majority of the American population, and if we are to sway the majority of our legislatures, we must get the heterosexual population to better understand who we are. I know many gay folks, most of my friends included, who hang out with a predominantly gay group. Now, saving heterosexual women (who seem to be our greatest allies) we must befriend more of the straight male population. I must say, I love my girls, but when it comes down to being friends with a straight male, it can be quite rewarding.
I have two wonderful friends, Jason and Ben, who are both hetero. Jason and I were best friends throughout high school and we lived together for a while. I was terrified when I was 18 and decided to come out to him. I didn't wanna lose his friendship. Eventually the secret came out behind my back. I knew his was mad at me, but I didn't realize why. He was mad because I didn't tell him first. He couldn't have cared less that I liked guys. We are still close to this day (his younger brother and I dated for a while =)>. Ben is a little bit of a different story. We have only gotten closer since I came to Mason. He is a bit metrosexual himself. He is the closest thing to gay without actually liking guys. The point is, guys will accept gays if they actually know one. It is mainly those who have no gay friends that have negative things to say.
If you come out, though it seems like a daunting task, it will only make you feel better. Sometimes people fear what their friends and family think of them. There are plenty of people who would react badly at first, but it is assuredly better than having to live a lie. Coming out will also help breakdown the walls that exist among certain groups, such as the Jamaicans that I mentioned earlier. Instead of keeping the idea of homosexuals removed from daily life, being out and about will help make the issue real.
We cannot succeed without allies. The world heading toward acceptance, but we still have a long journey ahead. It would be nice if we can brings friends.

Making Love in the Club

So last night officially began the weekend. Though I spent it eating Haagen Dazs, about which I cannot complain, I would have liked to have gone to the club. I mean, there is plenty of time to eat ice cream through the week. Clubs, at least the good clubs, are only in full operation on the weekends. So I thought to myself, why do I like going to the club so much? What is it that allures people to pack into a building full of drunk and sweaty folks? I think it must be a primal urge...
A little background info, a couple of weeks ago, I finally got the time to visit Apex in DC at a decent hour with a friend who loves to dance, like myself. I accidentally got drunk while I was there... the bartender gave me a drink that I didn't request and I couldn't refuse. It put me over the edge. It made the dancing so much better. The lights were playing tricks with my eyes... it was FABULOUS! I will admit though that I had a hard time dropping down low and sweeping the floor with it while keeping my balance, but I seriously had a great time.
The thing is, I haven't been since then. I haven't had the delight of staring at a go-go boy across the room while dancing to the latest Madonna remix. I am having withdraws! It truly is addictive. I have to bitch for just a second though: I despise when guys use the club as their sole outlet to getting laid. I understand that's the reason many people go, but it is a little skeezy. What ever happened to bumping into someone at a cafe and proposing a lunch date or catching a flick together? Does it always have to be drunk, dance, then get laid? I think that people should stop selling themselves short. It's a bit degrading, in my humble opinion.
I understand the urge, however. It is a very intense sexual experience, clubbing. You are surrounded by hot, sweaty, and half-naked guys--it is admittedly hard to resist, but there are other ways.
Bring your girls to the club and they will have a killer time and keep you focused on having fun. Folks bitch about having the 'fruit flies' at the club, but they are just there to have fun too. That being said, I guess I should get on the phone and try to get some of them on the line. It is my last weekend in the DC area before summer break. I've got to do something, it would be sinful not to go out without a party.

A Hot Tranny Mess

Let me just start off my clearing the air--there is nothing better than sitting around a pint of Haagen-Dazs with the girls, absolutely nothing! Funny thing is, when you let your inner fat-bitch have her way, it seems that your inner intellectual decides to run her mouth. Ever have that happen to you?
Tonight my friend Liz and me decided that we needed a night on the town. Not the swanky kind, but the rather low-key dinner and drinks kind of thing. The drinks never happened (that's where the ice-cream came in) but we still felt at ease. Ben & Jerry's was closed, so we headed over to the supermarket and stocked up. Let me mention that Rum Raisin Haagen-Dazs is Christ incarnate, I promise you.
We decided that, being such a pleasant night, we should share the wealth under the stars. That being settled upon, we proceeded to find the neared cul-de-sac that included a park area in the center of the circle. This wasn't a challenging task as there are McMansions strewn about the city. For some reason, after settling down and digging-in, we started discussing the oddest topic--transgendered people.
Now, I won't disclose personal aspects of the conversation; however, we concluded that it must be an extremely difficult choice to make. Transgender individuals, especially pre-op transsexuals, have a difficult time finding someone to confide in and support them on their journey. It seems as though they have no home. They feel as though they aren't part of the gay community (despite having a letter on the marquee: GLBTQ), yet they don't quite fit in with straight culture either. Imagine not having a cultural home.
I am glad to be a part of the ever-expanding queer community. We have a total of FIVE letters now. I swear the gay community is eventually going to include everybody. Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, and Questioning. Eventually we are going to add people who have Looked at a person of the same gender. The point is, we are still a community, and many times, we forget that "T." We forget to support those who are by definition, just as queer as we are. Those who are making the decision to go under the knife to align their bodies with their souls are making a much bigger decision than any of us who have had to simply come out to our friends and family. They are adopting an entirely different lifestyle. I think it is time to share the love.
Even people in the gay community have odd feelings about people who wish to switch genders, but it shouldn't be like that. It is quite hypocritical to judge people when we are always yelling that we don't want to be judged. I suppose that is my point overall, love, don't judge. Hell, tear down that wall and hug a tranny! I am sure any support is good support.

This is the Big Gay Bang

I was told that I should definitely start off my blog with a big gay bang. I take that to either get excited about something "cute" or just get down to the gossip and drama. I would rather blog about the gayest thing in my life, my friends.
Since I came to George Mason University in Fairfax, Va., I have gotten more and more comfortable with the diversity of the school. It's nice not having to walk around all day defending your lifestyle. There are plenty of queer folks around here, not to mention people of every other culture one could think of. If there are any "haters" around here, I guess they just have to get used to it.
One such person recently wrote to the school paper about how he believes that homosexuality is a mental illness; that when the APA took it off of their list, it was politically motivated. I dunno, but it starts making me feel the stares again. You know, the stares of people burning through you with judgmental eyes. I had almost forgotten what that feels like.
I am almost finished with the semester here. I transfered in as a Junior at the beginning of this semester. Because of the notorious cliquey-ness of the school, it was a rough start. Eventually I made some wonderful friends and started making this sleepy DC suburb finally feel like home.
Home. Home is a crazy concept. It is a concept that has different meanings to different people. The place where I grew up will probably always be Home (with the capital 'H'), but I find that it isn't hard for me to make a home wherever I go. Still, I am looking forward to the summer when I can finally go back to what I thought was normal, and now, of course, it will feel completely foreign. I get to see my two uber-gay friends, however, which is something I am lacking here. Though I friends here, one is a metrosexual, the others are girls. That's great, of course, a gay's gotta have his fruit flies, but there is nothing like fellow queer companionship! Fags Unite!
I am planning to have a wonderfully queer summer with my bestest-es Patrick and Zahk. I cannot wait to go Home. Actually being able to have a sleep-over and watch movies without having to worry about university rules is going to be great. Of course, in June we will be back here in DC for Gay Pride. If it is anything like what it was last year, it is going to be a FABULOUS time. Maybe I will see some of you shakin' at Apex or Town Danceboutique. Who knows who I may meet on my maiden voyage into the blogosphere, but I know one thing for sure, it's gonna be a gay ole time!