Fuck You Isaiah Thomas

gripe, indeed.

Your Face Doesn't Ring a Bell, but How About Dropping Your Pants...

a friend of mine called me this morning and mentioned that he had a date tonight. He waxed poetic about his potential new beau ("he's 35, 6'5" and has a great job", "we talked on the phone for, like, 2 hours last night") who sounds like a great catch. the more we talked and the more he described him, the more familiar the guy sounded. apparently, this came through in my voice, because my friend finally asked me if i...knew...him. hmmmmmmm....

take a quarter. on top of the quarter place a nickel. on top of the nickel, place a dime.
the quarter is Staten island.
the nickel is Gay Staten Island
the dime is the percentage of Gay Staten Island that i "know" (read: blew in the backseat or met online and consequently blew on their couch while their wife/roommate/friend was at work/visiting their mother/getting laid somewhere else).

odds are good that i might know my friend's new fella.

now, i don't think this would be a problem (at least not for me), but one never knows. i think with Staten Island's gay community being so small, it's kind of inevitable that at some point one of your friends would either date or hook up with a past trick, right? it's happened to me before, where a guy i was seeing has introduced me to his friends and i know at least one of them (who happened to be in a long term relationship when we hooked up, unbeknownst to me and his significant other).

as for my friend, i'm not sure if he'd be ok or not with me possibly having slept with (read that as you will), his potential boyfriend. he's pretty easy going and knows how small Staten Island is. i think he'd be ok with it, and i'm hoping he wouldn't let a potentially good guy slip through his fingers because of it. like all friends, i want him to be happy and settled with a guy who'll treat him right.

i know stephen, though, and i'm pretty sure that it wouldn't sit well with him if my friend and his guy were to hit it off, become a couple, and were we all to hang out (read: double date). he's fine with the past staying in the past, but when the past is sitting on your couch drinking your cappucino, that's a whole different ball of wax. it's a valid form of irk, i must say, even if i don't particularly share it. there's a chance i'm wrong though; he never ceases to surprise me (which is what i love most about him).

anyway, my friend sent me a picture of said fella, and though very good looking, doesn't look "familiar". at 6'5" they would make a stunning couple and i'm wondering how he'll look in a tux, and the two of them dancing at our wedding...

I'm Guessing There Isn't a Support Group for This

Addiction: Compulsive physiological and psychological need for a habit-forming substance.

i come to you today after realizing that i have a physiological and psychological dependency on a drug.

i'm addicted to Claritin-D.

don't laugh. i've been off my Claritin for three days (i've been way too busy go get to CVS) and my eyes are puffy and red, my nose is running, and my ears are clogged. i'm a mess. think:

whitney houston, about 2 years ago; all that's missing are the tremors and teeth grinding.

i blame the weather, of course. it's hot, balmy and windy so all the pollen and seeds and other tree/flower sex stuff is flying through the air. it's a botanincal gangbang/free for all here in NY and i'm the one with the "facial". to paraphrase Miss Coco Peru, in Trick, "Ever had pollen in your eye? it burns"!

I'm Thinking Rocky Horror Only Cooler

it wasn't my favorite episode, but it was up there.

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i'm pretty sure MS will be into it.

i know John will be thrilled.

i'm positive Stephen will be excited.

"Buffy: On the Big Screen (Once More With Singing)

thanks to BL for keeping a fellow Buffy fan in loop.

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"Well, I'm not exactly shaking in my stylish yet affordable boots, but there's definitely something unnatural going on here. And that doesn't usually lead to hugs and puppies"~ Buffy Summers (Once More With Feeling)

Axed

so, per a random text message from DJ John Michael(who no longer has time to read my blog):

Noah's Arc got cancelled

coincidence?
no.
kismet?
no.

inevitible (and overdue).

Listing

my desk is really light today and i'm really tired and cranky (i've not been sleeping lately, thanks to a call saying i still owe $36,000 for my student loan), so i'll spend the day bitching about the things that are pissing me off throughout the day:

1. the number of asian-girl, porn, advertisement and browser-killing blogs i come across by hitting the next-blog button.
2. people who say (or write) "expresso" instead of "espresso".
3. over the last couple days, i feel fat and really hungry. i'm sure i have Pride to thank for this. i have to keep remembering that i'm down 24 lbs...
4. the little plastic frog that stephen gave me on our 1st date, which i kept on my desk, has been missing for months. it disappeared one day and nobody knows what happened to it.
5. Paris Hilton. why couldn't she have been knifed or schived or something..?
6. i'm tired and restless; i'd rather be home, in my chair, taking the sun. i'd relish a sunburn more than being here today. there's gotta be a better job out there...

We're Here...We're Queer...We'll (Apparently) Watch Anything!

gay tv sucks.

i give alot of credit to Showtime, Queer as Folk and the L Word were/are very well written, even at their worst. you never watched the show, rolled your eyes and thought "this is so ridiculous", even when Ted was being fucked in a sling by crystal queens or Alice wouldn't give up the life-sized Dana Fairbanks cutout. the dialogue was always real and the plots were always realistic, which really makes one care about the characters. that's the way to build a fan base. it feels like networks are relying on the fact that a show is "gay" to build it's fan base, regardless of how crappy it is.

thanks to the good folks at Netflix, the hubby and i have been indulging in one of our favorite passtimes: watching TV shows on DVD andthis past weekend, 2 new series arrived in the mail: Logo's Noah's Ark (Season 2, Disc 1) and Next's Dante's Cove (Season 1, Disc 1). Let's talk turkey...


thanks to john, we watched Season 1 of Noah's Arc a couple of months ago. it started off really bad (bad acting, bad writing, boring story) following the lives of four black gay men in LA, but (to be perfectly honest) got alot better by the season's end. by the end of the season, i almost cared what happened to the unbelievably irritating and terribly unattractive femme Noah, his incredibly hot and thuggish boyfriend and their small group of friends who seemed to be the love children of Queer as Folk and Soul Food. the addition of Wilson Cruz (a favorite of mine since his days of My So Called Life) to the cast made it worth watching, too. he's a terriffic actor who made the most of his character and helped you forget how silly the dialogue sounded. somehow, the writing seemed to get better. It was still brain candy, but it was endearing and better written brain candy. Sadly, Season 2 started off just like Season 1 and by the end of the disc, i stopped caring again. we sent the disc back and are now wating for disc 2 to come. i hope it gets better...


i'd seen ads for Dante's Cove in Chelsea, on phone booths and in the subway, but i wasn't too sure what it was about. the ads looked like all the other ads for gay movies or tv shows or cologne: pretty men in beautiful (yet forboding) locales. unbeknownst to me, the Here! Network released it on DVD, Netflix started carrying it, and Stephen added disc 1 of season 1 to our queue (that's alot of stuff to happen without one knowing it). i'd heard very little about the series, but when Stephen briefly described the plot, i knew what to expect: more bad gay TV. i wasn't quite prepared for the hot mess that is Dante's Cove, though. think Buffy crossed with Passions crossed with (what else) Queer As Folk. it's all about dark magic, hottish men, the occult and some lesbians. everyone looks about 10 years older than they're pretending to be; all the men where the latest from International Male and the girls seem to go around bare-chested alot. as for the writing, they've overcome the hurdles of bad dialogue and poor plot development which hold back shows like Noah's Arc, by keeping both to a bare minimum. there's about 5 minutes of plot/dialogue/discourse sandwiched between 15 minute porno-style sex scenes (most of which take place on the beach). i'm not sure where "the Cove" is, but it must be hot as Satan's balls, 'cuz when they're not sexing, they're sweating. hell, even when they are sexing, they're sweating. not "getting you off is a fun aerobic workout" kinda sweat, mind you; we're talking full on dripping like the town whore at the Methodist Family Picnic kinda sweat, Paris Hilton at the SAT's kinda sweat, y'know? everyone is very shiny...all the time. having watched only the 90 minute pilot, i can't imagine what the rest of the series is like.

i'll admit, i don't subscribe to either Logo or Next, and if either of these shows are any indication of their original programing, i'm kind glad though. i guess i've fallen into the trap the networks have set for me however, 'cuz i'm going to continue watching both shows on DVD and turn a blind eye to the gag-factor. why? because they're gay. i feel like a puppy, picking at whatever crumbs i'm thrown. maybe that's what gay people are, starved for entertainment and grabbing at whatever scraps are tossed out. we don't worry about quality, we're just happy we're getting anything at all 'cuz it shows that someone cares about us...

i just wish we could up our standards, y'know?

Pride 2007: Recap

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Pride 2007

it's NYC Pride Weekend! have fun, kids and look for me at the Parade, i'll be wearing this T-Shirt:

i'm sure i'll have some pictures to post of the parade (there are always tons of photo ops).

have a great weekend, kiddies and

Happy Pride!

Something has changed within me

Something is not the same

I'm through with playing by the rules

Of someone else's game

Too late for second-guessing

Too late to go back to sleep

It's time to trust my instincts

Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try

Defying gravity

I think I'll try

Defying gravity

And you can't pull me down!

Defying Gravity (Wicked: Original Broadway Cast)

So I Have a Potty Mouth...WTF?!?

This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:

gay (69x)
bitch (11x)
ass (7x)
fucking (6x)
sexy (4x)
bomb (3x)
fags (2x)
shithead (1x)

"Profanity is the crutch for a crippled conversationalist"~ Mama L-------a

Andy Bell: Sexy Ugly

It Should've Been Called Throwing Up

another awful, dreadful, terrible "gay movie".

it was like watching bisexual porn...without the porn. the writing was awful. the acting was terrible. even the music was bad. the actors were cute, in that "i'm-a-perpetually-sixteen-twinkie" kinda way.
ironically, the title has nothing to do with the movie; it's not a clever pun. it's not a double entendre. save your money. save your time.

24 Pounds, Baby!

front

back

the Gay Messiah

nothing says "rainy wednesday in East Armpit, New Jersey" like the dulcet, and oft mournful sounds of Rufus Wainwright.

"Men reading fashion magazines/straight men/oh what a world we live in"~ Oh What a World! (Rufus Wainwright)

Stephen, MS and I at True Colors

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Originally uploaded by Magenta Sequins

ok, so i look a little deranged...what of it? i don't usually look like that (do i?).
how fucking hot are Stephen and MS, though?

she really is a brilliant photographer. click on her link, over there on the right, to see her other photos.

Erasure: a Light at the End of the World

flawless.

that's all i can say. i picked it up on Saturday, after the concert. once again they've captured the perfect balance between electro-pop music and soulful lyrics. andy bell's vocals are even stronger than they were 20 years ago. in fact, after seeing them play on Friday night, i can't tell you how much more i appreciate their music.

in fact,have. it's truly amazing how consistently awesome their music is and how much they've grown while maintining the same distinct sound.

predictably, since yesterday, i've had my mp3 player on shuffle playing all the Erasure tracks and remixes i've collected over the last few years. seeing them live even made me appreciate their last CD, Union Street, evn more. i can't even tell you how much i'm loving them right now.

So Fabulous It Warrants Its Own Post

John hung out with Kristine W this weekend, mentioned i was going to use the lyrics of Stronger in my vows (or the ceremony) and brought me home an autographed picture. who's got better friends than i?

Because Who Doesn't Like to See Pictures of a Beautiful Baby?

Franki at 5 months old (6/17/2007)

True Colors Pt. 2: the Review

ok. i'm in NJ this week so i'm gonna have quite a bit of time on my hands. sadly i forgot to bring my speakers with me, so (for today) i'm forced to listen to Internet Radio thru the built-in speaker on the PC tower.

this gives me ample opportunity to tell you all about the concert on Friday night...

i'm gonna skip over the nightmare of getting down to AC (and the 1 hour detour i took us on) and get right to the acts (in order of appearance):

1. Margaret Cho: looked amazing. she must've lost about 40 lbs and just radiated gorgeousness. she was funny and lewd and incendiary. she was everything i was hoping she'd be. i can't think of a better host.

2. the Gossip: typical "opening band". they weren't great, but they were really really good. they were hard rock but still had some great songs and fantastic energy. the lead singer was a girl with a fantastic voice; loud and strong. i'd definitely see them again or, at the very least, pick up their CD if i saw it on sale.

3. the Dresden Dolls: the biggest surprise of the evening. i had never heard them (but had heard of them). just a pianist and a drummer. their sound? think early Tori; back when she used to go nuts on the piano and scream out meaningful and dark lyrics. every song was amazing. they were so fucking hot and had such an awesome sound, that i ran out on saturday and bought their 1st CD.

4: Debbie Harry: she played a mostly new set; stuff from her upcoming album. i think she sounded good, it was very hard to tell, because her band was so loud. she was a little disappointing. stephen thinks it was a mixing issue, i'm thinking she did it on purpose. either way she looked great; about 20 years younger than she is. it can't be from "clean living". maybe she sold her soul to the rock gods. who knows.
5. Erasure: words fail me. i was so astounded and in awe of Andy Bell that i almost passed out. they had me screaming like a ten year old girl. they played all of their greatest songs: Oh L'Amour, Always, I Love to Hate You, Chains of Love, etc plus a couple of tunes off the new CD (which i bought on Saturday, too). Andy sounds better in person than on any CD and his stage presence is intoxicating. John told me that they're playing in Brooklyn, in July; we are so there.

6. Cyndi Lauper: beyond fabulous. beyond great. beyond anything i could've expected, despite having seen her twice when she opened for Cher during the Farewell Tour that Never Ended when i was moved to tears by her real-ness and stage presence. those small shows didn't prepare me for the energy and chutzpah she possesses as a headliner. she performed most of her hits, but with entirely new and fresh arrangements. her voice hasn't changed in 20 years: it's as clear and brilliant as a golden gong and i just love her.

over all, the concert was the best i've seen since Cher. all the performers really turned it out and put on the best possible show. i almost didn't notice that it was a 5 hour show, or that i was standing the entire time. by far and above it was the best $75 i've ever spent on a concert ticket.

the bonus was definitely being there with Stephen and MS, who got the most amazing pictures of everyone including Cyndi Lauper (who eventually stood still long enough to get the most gorgeous candid shots). i'm glad we went to the AC show instead of the NYC show; it was a great road trip and the Borgata theater was small and intimate. the crowd was really great and receptive and i've gotta say, really made me feel that sense of the Gay Community. it really was a big Gay Love-fest, and i was moved to tears (more than once) by the continual wave of Pride emenated by the performers. Margaret and Cyndi are two of our greatest and most vocal allies and it's inspiring to them speak to us, about us and for us.

if they have this tour again, next year, i'll be there.

True Colors

that was the best fucking concert i've ever seen.

the Dresden Dolls, Debbie Harry, Erasure, and Cyndi Lauper.

hosted by Margaret fucking Cho.

i laughed, i cried, i got the t-shirt.

i'm still blown away. if you get the chance...get tickets...

more on monday, from New Jersey.

Potty Time 3: Stall Tactics

nobody should have this much to say about the men's room at work, but strangely enough, i do.

our office is made up of several very large rooms, connected by hallways and the occasional bathroom. the infamous men's room that i've written about is in between two such room and is usually used to get from room A to room B. earlier today, i was using the bathroom as means to get to room B when i noticed all the doors on all the stalls were open. walking past (as one must do to get to the other exit), i noticed that all the stalls were actually occupied. each stall had a man standing there, door wide open, urinating. now, i'm not particularly pee-shy, but (once again) it struck me as a breech of Men's Room Etiquette.

if you're too pee-shy to stand at a urinal, why wouldn't you close and lock the stall door behind you?

Three Day Weekend

so we've got another 3 day weekend planned...
tomorrow is the True Colors concert. MS is driving down up from Connecticut to Staten Island and then we're gonna head down to Atlantic City. i'm really looking forward to it; the last concert i went to was Rufus at Radio City, last year. i've never seen Erasure, nor Debbie Harry and i'm all psyched about Cyndi. when she opened for Cher (during the Farewell Tour that Wouldn't End), i cried during True Colors, both times i saw her. i took off from work tomorrow, just so we'd be able to get to AC in a leisurely fashion (not that it'll stop me from speeding).

Saturday is gonna be nice and chill. i'm sure we're gonna get home very late from the concert (not enought dough to stay over in AC). so we're gonna probably sleep in, Stephen will make a Weight Watchers friendly brunch for the 3 of us (fat free Huevos Rancheros?) and we can just hang out. i should go to the mall and find my dad a gift for sunday, though...

Sunday is Father's Day so we'll be with our respective dad's; stephen in Long Island and me elsewhere on Staten Island. seperating on holidays is a drag, but what can you do? these days are about them not us. actually...the only thing i mind is not having the car so i can make my quick escape, post dessert...

i've nothing else to report.
has this blog gotten dull, or is it just me?

Reason #1 Why I Have Bad Credit

i have the impulse control of a 3 year old.

thanks to MS, i am now completely addicted to Zazzle and have beem creating t-shirts, mugs and things for the last 3 days. here's the best of the bunch (click to see them larger)...



i'm pretty sure they violate all kinds of copyright laws, and i could probably get in alot of trouble just by posting them here, but they're cute, right? this is the most creative thing i've done since...well...ever. if i could stuff cash into my computer tower (like a Coke machine), i'd have bought them all already.

see, no impulse control.