Breeder Invasion

Back to my own meanderings now that I’ve gotten that ugly monkey obesity off my back.

I know I probably shouldn’t be annoyed by this but I am. The Castro is being invaded by more and more “breeders” every freaking day. It has gotten to where you can’t walk down the street during the week w/o bumping into a whole gaggle of mommy/daddy combos w/kids in tow.

I know, I know, I should be glad the more and more straights feel comfortable being around so many gays. That I should be happy of the “barrier” breakdown between gay/straights. And I am. That said, I go to the Castro to get away from the straights. Sometimes, I just wanna be around gays. I wanna be able to walk down the street and see nothing but gay people.

I can hear it now, “Oh but thats just not fair Moby, now you are discriminating.” Well, yeah I am in a way. However, being straight has never been a minority. Straights have never been oppressed for being just straight. Gays have and still do. So that gives me the right to be just a little bit biased. And as long as being gay is considered unequal in this country, I will continue to want a place where I can go and just be around my own kind. I may not be the stereo-typical card toting fag but I am still gay.

Itty Bitty Details

Forgetting the depressing stuff for a moment, I’ve noticed I have this horrible habit of giving out extraneous details during conversation. For example, I’m having lunch today w/some friends in the Castro and I needed to go to the restroom to wash my hands. Instead of just saying “pardon me for a moment“, I had to give out all the details. “Excuse me, I need to run to use the bathroom and wash my hands.” Like they really cared WHY I was going. And not an hour later I did it again. We were walking by Walgreens and I’m like “I need to run into Walgreens real quick as I need to pick up some face cream and finger nail clippers”. I’m sure they could care less exactly what I needed. I can’t help but giggle here.

While I don’t necessarily consider this a character flaw per say, it can be annoying habit. I think part of it stems from the fact I am unconsciously a very open person. Unlike a lot of people, I don’t automatically erect personal barriers when around other people whether it be friend or stranger. I only do so when given a reason. Most people pick up on this and respond in one of two ways. They either tend to open up a bit more on their own or completely shut down.

Going psychotherapist for a moment, I’m sure it has something to do w/my childhood traumas. Well cancel the page for Dr. Phil, I think I figured that one out all by myself. Maybe the traumas added to my already open id, who knows. As far back as I can remember, I’ve had the same openness to me. Even as a child. (Thankfully, no one bad was around to take advantage of it) As an adult, it taught me some painful lessons about trusting too soon and being gullible. Lessons that probably would have been avoided had I been just a tad bit more cautious. Tell my friend Eric this story, he agrees all too readily it’s a character flaw. I choose not to see it that way. I think my openness adds to my overall appeal and value it. For all the times its hurt me, it has helped me four or five times that much in good things.

From Pics to Spam

Ok, I’m over my bathroom kick, at least for awhile. So, todays madness is about pics. I’ve gotten a couple of emails asking for more pics of me. I’ve been contemplating adding a photoblog here but since I’m considering folding the blog into my domain, it doesn’t really make much sense to go thru all the effort just to change it again. Being lazy, I just changed my profile pic. Oy! What a mug huh? Face like that could crack glass.

Speaking of pics, why is it people feel the need to lie or hide their identities online? I won’t even go into online dating/sex sites where guys use fake pics to hook up for nookie. No, we’ll tuck that rant away for a rainy day. Most of my buddies think its from a secret desire to be anonymous and naughty at the same time. I guess that makes sense but, you really aren’t being anonymous. Your IP address can be traced back to you along w/your name and address. (For those non-techie folks, IP stands for internet protocol. Its a string of numbers, unique to you, your computer uses to identify you on the network. ) These numbers are easy to look up for free even to a novice internet user. And most people seem to know this but fall prey to the mentality “oh it won’t happen to me.” Or, if they can’t see it happening, they don’t really think much about it. Of course, this probably explains why viruses spread so quickly. I know some of you are thinking, “no, that can’t be right. No, he doesn’t know what he is talking about.” Ok, well here is a classic example of how Porn sites magically get your information.

Step 1. You visit Site A. Your browser is set to accept cookies. (you know it is) Part of the cookie is your IP address. BAM! They have you right there. They ping your IP to discover your name/home address and add you to their snail mail spam list. It is really that easy.

Step 2. You visit Site B. Your browser is set to accept cookies. This time, the cookie looks for your personal info you filled out when you bought the PC. Yes, they do that, and its perfectly legal. BAM! You could now begin getting snail mail and email spam AND if you filled out your home phone number, they can now CALL you w/more spam.

So the next time you log onto your favorite porn site, remember someone is watching!

…and continuing the gym trend

I’m just continuing the rants from Dunner and Jimbo.

I must admit, I dread going to the gym around the first of the year. Every Sam, Tom, Dick, and Harry is in the gym trying to “get back in shape” for the new year. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for getting in shape. Actually, I wish more people did. The sad truth is that most have never set foot in a gym and go about blindly unaware they making life miserable for everyone else. So, I only have just a few more jumble tips to add.

Feel free to dance your butt off to every song playing. Everyone really thinks your cool.
Feel free to sing out loud your greatest hits compilation from your ipod, cd player, etc. Your singing skills (or lack thereof) are always appreciated.
Use curt smartass remarks for anyone trying to prevent you from injuring yourself from using free weights in the most inappropriate manner possible.
And lastly, don’t bother wiping off your gallons of sweat from the benches. After all, only real men sweat and you are a man right?

Ok, was that sarcastic enough? I’m totally gym friendly and I try to respect everyone’s right to be there. However, that also includes remembering that I’m not the only person working out and maybe my actions may affect someone else. Just a thought…

Crappy Jobs!

Bad Job To Have

Ya know, I complain about my job a lot. However, I’m not sure my ego could handle having to drive around all day in this vehicle! I guess you just need perspective sometimes. LOL

Today’s nonesense

Nothing really special about today. Was out late so didn’t make the gym. Loafed around most of the morning watching the tube.

Work was another story….Total ignunce!

I do have one rant though. It has to do w/politics. I normally keep that sort of stuff to myself but I get so annoyed at people sometimes. So today, chicky that works w/me is just bitching/whining up a storm about all the things wrong w/this country. So I ask her, “who did you vote for?”. Her classic response, “Oh, I don’t vote, it doesn’t count anyway”. I would have slapped her but I think shit splatters! I mean come on. You have the right to get your ass out and be counted in who gets to run this country. Sure its fucked sometimes but there are not many other places I’d rather live. I don’t care who you vote for, if you open your piehole to complain about it, you better be voting. Way I see it, if you aren’t part of the solution, you are part of the problem. So whats it gonna be? (ok, taking a valium …ahhh better now)

What would I do if I won the lotto

Ya know, my partner and I joke around a lot about what we’d do if we won the lotto. Today, I was thinking what would I really do if I won? The obvious, I’d pay off all my debt, my partners, and most of my closets friends. I’d buy a house or two in key places in the US that I like to visit. Then what? The next obvious…I’d give loads away to charity. (Notice the order that charity comes in) Its my blog so gotta be honest right? The more I thought about it, I seem to come up w/more things I wouldn’t do.

I wouldn’t buy a mansion or a house that would require more than 2 people to clean it. On that same note, I wouldn’t buy a house so big that I’d have to isolate myself from my neighbors. I wouldn’t buy more than 2 cars. I mean, how many cars does one really need? I’d probably settle on a hybrid truck and a nice sports car.

I wouldn’t try to go to every who’s who event in town. I’m just not that type of person. I’m very outgoing, spontaneous, and definitely know how to work a room. That said, I do it for pure interaction not so I can be seen.

I guess the point I’m trying to make is I wouldn’t change my life so much that I no longer connected with the world around me. Our interaction w/others is what teaches us and keeps us human. Call me silly, but thats what I’d do….