Gotta know..

The BCC chair emailed me yesterday. They want to make me an “honorary” Bare Chest man because of “all my hard work“. Whatever, too little too late. I declined as 1) I’m on vacation during the time suggested and 2) I am not really a vain person so recognizing me after the fact is not on my list of priorities.

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In carnal news, I had a very nice playdate last night. I’m not a “clingy” person however, I had so much fun, I actually invited him to sleep over1. He was THAT good. A perfect fit if you catch my drift. And speaking of playtime, I rejoined AO-hell. Now that they are free, I can’t bitch about shitty service because I ain’t paying for it. 😛

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I finally picked a cleaner for the apartment. Out of the 3, not only were they the most personable, they also showed up on time, didn’t try to blanket charge me, and the husband is a hottie! My roomie is swooning. Kind of a waste of energy being he is straight. Anyway, they start today and I’m anxious to see how well they do. They were really eager and polite which is a biggy w/me.

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I had to cancel my ride along so I could go to the doc today.2 Apparently, I’m going to live. I’m friends w/my doc and always enjoy visiting him. The whole office is very friendly and interactive w/patients. They are also happy about my EMT gigs and work relating to.

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I’ve realized more and more lately, I am stretching myself too thin. I developed an ugly chest cold last week which I knocked out w/some good antibiotics. I got it, partly, because I am routinely exhausted when I get home. I am doing too much. Even my blogging is suffering.3 So, I’ve resigned from two charities and the other is pretty much done for the year. After I’m back from the vacation, I’m also asking the chapter president4 to take over 1 of the 4 committees I report too.

1 In case you missed it, I get around. Not as much as the hoe-bag roomie but still. My motto? ‘The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. So stay on this side and keep your knees clean!’

2 Nothing major. Just needed to switch meds. (I have a problem w/my hypothalmus gland and TRH levels)

3 The latter isn’t a big deal as I am a firm believer life comes first. Of course, not having a social life, it becomes a moot point.

4 The very same person who accused me of being a traitor at work.

A Night Out

Here I sit recovering from a night of excess. My buddy Mark from work wanted to go out and I’ve sorta been putting him off so I said “sure, but we have to go somewhere local”. Which of course meant gay bars. Not because I don’t like straight bars mind you, I was just feeling lazy.

We end up at Moby’s1. Duh. We started off w/just a little booze. A little turned into a lot. By the time our turn came up for pool, I was well on my way to being drunk. My friend is a regular drinker so he was doing doubles to my single to keep up. We ended up playing this couple2 for a few games. One of which, wanted to dump his date and come home w/me. (He was hot.) While I was flattered, homewrecker I’m not3. However, I seem to remember at one point his hand was down my pants “feeling the oats.” The date didn’t seem to mind so I didn’t either. I also remembered when we first arrived, all these little chickens4 were hanging all over him. They slowly disappeared as the night when on. Maybe it was past their bedtime, I don’t know.

There are benefits to spending money on top shelf liquor. Other than a slight inability to move fast, I’m pretty much ok today. The one bad thing, my buddy parked his car in the garage. Yeah, in the space that I no longer own as I rented it to roblog5. Imagine his surprise showing up and a big ugly Honda is in his space. I grovelled appropriately and he was ok with it. Thank God, he worships the quicksand I walk on. I felt like a shmuc though. Actually, it was the first thing I thought of this morning. You know the total “Doh!” w/the hand to head? Yeah that.

Now, I’m waiting on the cleaning lady to come by and give me a bid on the apartment.

1 It’s actually a cool little bar. Not pretentious and most folks are there to hang out and shoot some pool.

2 Turns out, they weren’t a couple after all. They’d just met last night.

3 After learning they weren’t a couple, I did have second thoughts. The idea of a three-way got thrown out several times. However, I was a good boy. Besides, my buddy would have freaked. (And, I’d already been a bad boy, twice)

4 That’s slang for very young boys. My buddy wasn’t sure they were 21. I assured him they were and a conversation about how old we’ve gotten ensued.

5 Not the brightest move as he is also my landlord.

Busy Boy

Oy, this has been a busy week. Not only am I trying to wrap stuff up before going on vacation but a lot of changes are going on at work. Some good some bad.

I sorta got stabbed in the back by the President of our Union chapter today. Not only did she make inaccurate assumptions, she blatantly accused me of sabatoging the efforts of the chapter. Needless to say, I didn’t take it too lightly. Of course, if she actually did some work I wouldn’t be so sensitive about it. 1) she isn’t on a single committee 1, 2) she refuses to setup her email even though she has a new computer2. This, of course, often finds her out of the loop as the rest of the officers, including myself, update each other by email.

The new director is making a lot of changes and some of them aren’t going over so well. And while I can understand the difficulty behind the decisions some of them are necessary. It is understood that we will never agree w/all of her decisions however, we still have to respect each other. How can we hope to effect lasting changes if we are busy fighting amongst ourselves. We are at a pivotal moment where we can rise to the occasion and make the big decisions or we can wallow in our pettiness and remain on the sidelines watching.

After the antics today, I’m losing hope of our chapter rising to anything but a bitch fight.

1 Myself and the secretary are the only two on any of the committees. I’m on 4 and the secretary is on 2.

2 Ignorance is not an excuse. Especially, when I offered to not only setup her computer but to give her one of my available emails.

Bloggers

I got invited to have Brunch over at Chad Fox’s house yesterday. It was fun but I wasn’t feeling to well so I don’t think I was a very good guest. So much so, I left early. DanNation, Kel, and the Chronicles of Natoma were there as well. I met a few new folks whose names escape me at the moment. Anyway, Dan took vids and pics so you can hop over and check him out for the details.

I had a pounding headache all day yesterday. I’m feeling better today. Maybe I just needed a good nights rest.

Miss Manners

So I was riding the bike today and I clipped this guys mirror w/mine. He was rather disgruntled at first. He rattled off some epithets which I am more than accustomed to hearing. However, it’s amazing what a little contriteness can do. 1) I did stop. 2) I was very apologetic and 3) I fixed his mirror. He was very ok w/it by then.

Maybe manners are coming back in style. Who knew?

Those People

A very unfriendly lady told me today that “those people” don’t belong here, referring to a homeless couple who had setup camp on her block in a rather affluent part of town. Granted the homeless situation here is a major problem. Being a progressive city, SF has a large population of homeless folks. To me that sounds more like a contradiction than a definition. Yet, you find the same problem in every large city. It is not a crime to be homeless. And it should not preclude you from the human rights granted to any other human being. An important distinction often forgotten.

When you deal w/the homeless as much as I do in my line of work, it is easy to forget these are human beings. You see people who, for a variety of reasons, have been discarded by society. And it’s not a pretty sight seeing a human devolved to such a lowly form of existence. Living in squalor, stink, and filth, manners and cleanliness become unafforded niceties that are soon forgotten. In this scenario it is easy to forget. Yet, we musn’t. If we, as a society, allow people to live this way then we must also bear the burden of supporting them. We no longer live in age of wilderness where ever man is his own world and anything outside that world is unimportant. We live in an age where our planet is fast becoming overpopulated and the driving force behind our existence is money and/or the accumulation of wealth. Well friends, that existence isn’t free. You only need to look in your slums and ghettos to realize it.

I can’t help but notice the similarities in how the homeless are viewed here and how gays are viewed elsewhere. Homeless folks here are often mistreated, overgeneralized, stereotyped, looked down upon, and regarded as a stain on society. Sound familiar?

I’m always bitching to folks about the distinction between things. The same could be said of same sex marriage. There is a clear line between the civil and religious benefits of a marriage contract in this country. However, over time the line has become blurred because there was no reason to make a distinction. Now there is. We need to refocus our efforts on reminding law-makers of the separation of church and state clause in the constitution. The State needs to recognize we deseve equal treatment under the law. However, we [gays] need to remember a religious institution does not have to agree or support our right to marry. Nor do they have to allow us to “marry” on their property. Another distinction often lost in the flurry of self-rigtheousness indignation.

Very important dinstinctions like these are increasingly forgotten in our society today. We should be mor than a little frightened of that.

Winding Down

Gay High Holy day has come and gone and the city is slowly winding down returning to it’s normal self. There are lots of “boys” still hanging out. The difference today is no more leather. They’ve put all their drag away and switched back into regular garb. The scruff and 5 O’clock shadow promptly shaved away and replaced w/some much needed moisturizer. Yes, gone are the wanna-be daddies. In it’s place, packs of boys1 roaming the streets w/shopping bags and designer sunglasses in tow. I can’t hep but see the irony in it all. We go out of our way to dispel the negative stereotypes of the past while creating new ones for the future. The point here kiddies is you don’t have to dress up to have a good time. Go as yourself for a change. I just can’t help but laugh at how we shun drag queens but we uplift leather drag. Don’t kid yourself, it is drag just in a different fashion. (pun intended)

For all it’s glamour, Folsom has become a victim of it’s own growth. The event was started by the leather community as a way to give back to the community whilst celebrating diversity and sexual freedom. In the early years, it was truly an event not to be missed. And like many overlooked distinctions in our culture, Folsom has become just another catch phrase for corporate sponsorship and excuse to party to excess2. I can’t tell you the number of gasps I got when folks learned I had a free ticket to both Magnitude and Real Bad3, neither of which I went to. God forbid I miss out on the ‘it parties‘, whatever that means.

For my part, I had a good time at Folsom. But I have a good time at almost anything I set my mind too. I think next year I’ll work the event as an EMT or skip it all together. Too much focus is placed on the look and parties vs the meaning behind it these days. The newness has long worn off for me and I already live most of the things Folsom is supposed to represent.

A nod here to We, Like Sheep4.


1 ‘boy’ is my term for the trendy tight t-shirt and shorts combo that is almost the standard gay apparel these days.

2 Please don’t confuse my rant as an open dislike for the fair. It offers so much to so many. Anytime someone has a chance to express themselves, whatever the reasons, I support that. My life is already an open expression so I guess the purpose of Folsom is lost on me.

3 Working for a charity involved in the community does have it’s rewards.

4 I totally stole his method of using footnotes as expressions. I just thought it fair to give him credit.

Jesus Christ, Superhero

I had probably the oddest frakin’ dream I’ve ever had in my entire life last night. Are you ready for this? Ok, here goes…

I dreamed I was in a oddly shaped church w/a swimming pool in back section. No, that’s not the weird part even though, my friend Trev busted out laughing as soon as those words were out of my mouth. He could tell already it was a doozy! Anyway, I kept diving into the deep end of the pool and every time I did I was possessed by Jesus Christ when I came up for air. I know weird. And before any religious folks go off the deep end w/your voodoo, read the rest of the story. (Yes, it gets worse)

While I’m possessed, I’m still the same inside but on the outside I’m all glowy and I can heal people, fix broken buildings, see the truth, etc. You know the whole “image”. Now for the record, I didn’t “feel” the presence of anyone other than myself nor did the dream have any “holiness” to it. Jesus wasn’t in me, I was just suddenly the aspect of Jesus in my dream. The dream repeats a few times where I do amazing things, blah blah blah. Then at one point, I’ve just performed some sort of miracle and I go up to the pulpit and God is there. Except God is rather buff, hairy, and wearing a toga type garment. We hug (No, I wasn’t coping a feel, it was a father/son hug however, I do remember thinking in the dream dad was buff. lol)

It was at this point that my friend interrupted the dream by waking me up. When the grogginess wore off and the sheer ludicrousness of the dream hit me, I started giggling and told Trev immediately.

I giggled all the way to the gym.

Extreme Tech

So if you didn’t think I was a techophile you will after this post. I mentioned some time ago my wish to “cut the cords” so to speak when it comes to tech. I’m getting there. I needed a new printer and I wanted it to be wifi or bluetooth enabled. That way, I’m not stuck w/it cluttering up my desk and trying to hide a mess of wires. Mission accomplished. I went one step further though and bought a paper-to-pdf scanner.

new toy

This little baby scan feeds a page thru in about 10 seconds and instantly outputs the scan to a pdf file. No more saving receipts, warranties, etc in a giant paper pile. I detest holding onto all that crap and I am happy to shift it all digital. Naturally, I spent two solid hours last night scanning a whole mess of paperwork. The downer is I bought the wrong adapter for the pc to hookup the printer. I grabbed the wifi one instead of the bluetooth one…silly faggot. lol I’m off to Best Buy in a little bit to get the right one.

My master plan is to go one step further and do away w/my home pc all together. kristaki and I are going in together on a NAS (network attached storage) a little later this year. Basically, all of my data will reside on the NAS and I’ll have a docking station for the new laptop sitting on the desk. So I’ll be down to two cords instead of 12. I calculated it up and even if I transferred everything I own, I’d only fill up about 400gigs worth of data. Considering drives are already pushing beyond 500gigs I’d still have at least 100 more gigs left to play with. Pretty sweet huh? But it gets better. W/the NAS connected, I can access my data anywhere I can pick up an net connection. And with a terabyte of alloted transfer volume a month, now we’re talking! I only need invest in chip speed and design instead of worrying about storage.

Still think I’m not a geek?