Early Bird

Terminal B

Like an idiot I forgot that BART doesn’t run as early on weekends and discovered I didn’t have a ride to the airport. Thankfully, I thought to check before getting up this morning. I scrambled to book an airport shuttle which worked fine however, I had to get up at 3:30am to catch the shuttle at 4:10am. Considering I got home from work at 10:30pm and didn’t actually fall asleep till midnight, I got roughly 3 hours of sleep. Thankfully, the flight this morning isn’t overly full so I’ll be able to catch some shut-eye on the way down. So here I sit and hour and a half early for a 7:00am flight!1

Yours truly is not the most pleasant person to be around when I’m sleep deprived. A lady bumped into me at the security check point and before I had a chance to catch myself I gave her a look meant to burn her wickedness straight back to the underworld.

The one bright point, this is an originating flight and I already got a peek at the flight crew. At least I’ll have a young cute Latin boy to oggle. He has eyeballed me twice already. Cute but sooo not my type. I don’t do the trimmed, plucked, and coiffed look. So LA and so not me but still, I’d rather that than some tight-lipped perky missy.

Oh yes, I am cranky!

1 Why exactly am I flying to Tucson?

Tucson – Here I Come

Today is my Friday. I’m off at 10pm tonight and then off to Tucson to see some blog buddies early tomorrow morning. Apparently, a shindig is planned. Knowing homer, there will be more menz there than I can shake a stick at. heehee I even did some laundry so I could be presentable! That has to mean something!

I’m taking the laptop and the phone so will do my very best to take plenty of pics. You know homer isn’t camera shy so between the two of us, I’m sure we’ll digitize the whole weekend. Actually, now that I think of it, the new tivo bag will make a great travel bag for my short trip!1 My one misgiving is the sun/heat. I hope they have some sunblock because I’m still pale as a ghost. lol

To all the private inquiries, no homer is not mad at me. I guess over the recent fall out some felt he would be angry w/me.2 Kind of silly if you think about it. Anyone who would un-friend me over a difference of opinion really isn’t a friend at all. I wasn’t worried but lordy lordy, you gurls sure are nosy.3 And, I didn’t agree or disagree, I just didn’t really care for how it was handled. I make no apologies for that. homer and I have been friends online and offline for several years now. That will continue.

Lunch w/Mr. Tivo was great. Besides the free stuff, he was very fun to hang out with. We laughed a lot. I introduced him to my favorite sushi roll and he loved it. As any two gay men in SF, we talked about tech, scifi, sex, men, and gadgets. Duh! As I said below, I think I made a new friend and I’m sure we’ll hang out again soon.

As a bit of a teaser, I may have some good news to report soon. Still to early to tell but I’ll let you know as soon as I can. It promises to be a bit of a scandal as well.

1 I’m taking almost as many gadgets as I am clothes.
2 Where do people come up with this stuff?
3 For the record, I’m very nosy. The nose knows best.

Table For Two

I am meeting a guy from bear411 over lunch tomorrow. Not a date because it really isn’t sexual but we seem to chat a lot about geek stuff. I’m looking forward to it. I’m always happy to expand my circle of friends and he strikes me as a genuine fella.

He also works for Tivo and promised to bring me tchotchkes! Hell! I’d put out for that. heeehee. One can never have too much Tivo gear! Seriously though, we’ve been chatting off/on for months and decided to say hello in person. Working an odd schedule, it is hard to have a social life but I’m trying.

Of course, we are having sushi, my favorite food. Turns out he is a big fan and has never been to my favorite place in the ghaytto. I have to admit, it is nice to meet someone w/o the expectation of sex in the way. Well, I say that now but you know what a hoochie I am…

Oh Damn!

In all the uproar, I totally forgot to mention my buddy Adam from thisboyelroy is taking donations for The Aids Life Walk. Every little bit helps and it is for a very worthy cause. I’ve already made my donation. If you can, hop over and make one too. It doesn’t have to be a lot. Ten dollars goes a long way.

Oh My!

You have GOT to hop over and read durban bud today. His link to wisdom from Alexyss Tylor is hilarious but NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

I was eating sushi for lunch and promptly hurled a slice of halibut I was laughing so hard.

Fibber

So my email box has absolutely been blown up today asking for my two cents on the newest scandal to rock my little piece of the blogosphere. If you don’t know, skip it. It is not worth your time.1

My answer? I don’t really know enough to make a decision. I don’t blog for popularity. I don’t blog for politics. I don’t make the rules for other bloggers. I don’t know when it is ok to openly attack someone based on limited info they themselves have given me. I don’t know when it is ok to accuse someone of being a total fraud based on inconsistencies in their blog. Frankly, I can’t be bothered right now. I have enough in my own life going on to keep my distracted. I’m sure I’ll sort it out in my own time.

Having already been burned once, I’m probably not the best judge of character anyway. I prefer to take people at face value until given a reason not too. Maybe that makes me gullible but I’m ok with that. Wouldn’t be the first time. For the record, I don’t condone lying. I am honest to the point of being blunt but, I have done things I’m not proud of. I have lied and I have stolen. I have hurt people (emotionally). Granted, the latter wasn’t intentional but it still happened.

I also know how it feels to be called a liar. I’ve been told several times my own blog is just too unbelievable to be real. The irony is I’ve left things out from my childhood because even I have a hard time believing I survived it all. Here is just a short laundry list of my not so favorable moments.

1) I almost poisoned my step-mother when I was 12 as a means to escape her never-ending torture.
2) My father broke my jaw and two of my ribs at 14 because I was gay.
3) I watched my first lover die in my arms.
4) I almost killed myself at 19.
5) I was homeless for almost a 2 years.

And those are just the things I chose to share! Maybe they were justifiable, maybe they weren’t. Either way, I’m not particularly fond of my sordid past. I do struggle to be a better man though. Sometimes, I think that means I have to fall along the way.

The point, I’m probably not so eloquently making, is I tend to wait before I jump on the bandwagon of finger-pointing. I don’t second guess people. I don’t look for cracks in their stories. It is simply not in my nature to be overly suspicious. That said, I also take what I read online w/a grain of salt until I’ve had a chance to solidify my in person connection w/people.

Back to the most recent scandal, I am a little dismayed in the overall virulence I’ve read. As if discovering a fake blogger is so shocking. Fags can’t even tell their correct waist and cock size but we are outraged at a dishonest blogger(s)? Ultimately, I’ll investigate and ask myself if this scandal causes harm. Until then, I’ll skip the righteous indignation.

My maw-maw (granny) always said, “…believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see.” She might have been crazy white trash but, boy did she have some wisdom. I haven’t always believed that but, the older I get the more often I find it to be true.

1 No, I’m not providing links as this about my two cents in general, not the story itself.