Confuscious Say…. II

*I’m feeling a bit long winded today so you might want to skip this and just enjoy the purdy picture*

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Blondey

Ok, so I guess I wasn’t overly clear yesterday on my rant. I was at work and got distracted several times. I kept going off on tangents too. I was trying to articulate that I haven’t quite narrowed down the exact traits in men that I find attractive.

I don’t have a set type, that only serves to confuse the issue further. The pic posted was not my ideal guy. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I think he is HOT. I’d get down and worship at his “alter” as long as he’d let me. My point is fantasy and reality are two different beasts. Thinking someone is attractive doesn’t necessarily mean they are compatible. I can easily look at a man and think to myself, “I’d do you in a minute but I’d never date you.” And at first thought, that sounds very demeaning and callous. And before you fall off the deep end, let me explain. It’s not about a double standard at all. (for me anyway) Having learned the difference between my attraction to men and my compatiblity to men, I can easily find someone incredibly sexy but also realize we don’t have much in common otherwise. In the unlikely event, we did have more in common, I wouldn’t be opposed to exploring that.
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Kiss It, Make It Better

I have a rather long winded post coming to clarify my rather confusing rant yesterday.

Until then, I thought I’d cover less exciting news. I somehow managed to twist my knee this week. I don’t know if it’s from too many squats at the gym or what. I don’t remember doing any injury to it which has me perplexed. Doesn’t appear to be serious just annoying at the moment.

The second BCC contest last night had a great turn out. The contests are much more streamlined this year which makes for getting home at a decent hour. We’ve had some really good contestants so far. If this keeps up, the finals are gonna be intense. I’m hoping for another stellar year of raising money. You can check out pics from last week if ya like.

The move is edging closer and closer. I’m anxious to get it over with. The movers called me today and are arriving on Monday at daylight thirty. (9:30am) That means I have to get my lazy ass out of bed early…blech.

On a really sad note, had a muni vs pedestrian today at work. Needless to say, the ped lost. People were down in the muni tunnel walking the tracks. I’d never wish this sort of tragedy on anyone but you gotta wonder what made them do such a stupid thing in the first place.

Pissy or Pussy?

My glorious plan for a day spent packing is shot to hell! First, I slept 11 hours last night. (I can’t bitch though, I’ve been hitting the gym hard and my poor little muscles were tuckered out.) That puts me late getting started. I get to the gym, no surprises there. Get home and the apt complex is showing my apt later today. Naturally, I have to scramble to clean up the mess. I’ve been letting the apt sorta go to shit this last week because of the move. I haven’t even had lunch yet! arrrrgh! I have a date tonight at 7:00pm so the only packing I’ll be doing…uh nevermind.

So now my plan to pack all day is shot to hell. I know, “want some cheese w/that whine Moby?” All I have to say to that is…blow me.

I’m picking up the key to the new apt later today. I’m really excited about the move. Especially, knowing I don’t have to lug all this damn furniture around. I may have to develop a 24-hour case of swing flu on Sunday if I don’t get all the packing done. The movers are showing up bright and early on Monday morning. And since they get paid by the hour, me thinks I might have to call in sick. *oh, I’m feeling woozy already. Quick! Someone get me a mint julip!*

Porn: To Do or Not To Do

I discovered my porn star name is Scotty Rose. (courtesy of homer, you come up w/this by taking the name of your first pet as the first name and the name of the street you lived on as a kid as your last name.)

I often refer to my playtime w/o really going into details. I do so because that’s never been the purpose of the blog. However, sometimes things happen that I just feel the need to share. Remember my last rant about discovering I’d slept w/Chris Steele? Well, it happened again. I’ve been seeing this guy at the gym lately. It always seems to be in passing; I’m coming, he’s going sort of thing. I thought he was hot, raw sex appeal, very sexy lips, yadda yadda yadda. He turned out to be French so he had a nice accent to tie it all together. The other day, I see his profile online, its nicely written w/o all the red flags I’m used to. I figure what the hell, go for it. So I send him a message and he messages me back immediately. Slightly taken back by his overt interest, I try to stay aloof, just waiting for the bomb to drop.
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Tim & Tim / Meanderings

I got a flood of emails from my profile post yesterday. Guess I hit a nerve! All I can say to that is if the shoe fits wear it, bi-yatch!

Yesterday, lunch was spent w/Tim W. He took me down to Daly City for all-you-can-eat sushi as a belated b’day present. We both got full, caught up a bit, and just enjoyed the time together. I forgot to bring my camera. He wanted to see how much sushi I could put away. On a site note, he is going thru a bad patch at the moment so keep him in your thoughts!

Today, I had lunch w/southern Tim. I haven’t seen him lately so it was nice to see his shiny face. I was on the phone w/the movers when he showed up for lunch. Damn, if that hussy didn’t sit and eat most of my food. “Oh, I’ll just sit and hang out while you eat.” My ass! I got back at him though. He gets so embarassed hearing about my sexual exploits so I make sure to keep him up-to-date whenever I can. *eg* He was also gracious enough to volunteer to help me move. I’m recommending him for sainthood. Just as soon as I get to church again.

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Profile

Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes. The birthday went off pretty well. I got to see some friends in town from back home, which was very nice. (Now, if they’d only leave, I’m worn out.) I also got to be naughty. So all and all, it was good.

So today’s rant involves online profiles. It’s amazing what you can interpret about a person not from what they say but how they say it. Having been online for years and years, I’ve gleaned some knowledge that might be helpful. Look at it as a way to invite less drama into your life.

Here goes. . . my top 10 do’s and don’ts of having a succesful profile. (Whether it be for sex or just dating) Take it as you will . . .

1) Handle rejection. First off and most important, if you can’t handle rejection you probably shouldn’t be online. Unless you are desperate for just anyone, it is unrealistic to expect every person will be your match or that you are match for everyone. Attraction has to be a two way street for it to work.

2) Be specific. If you are looking for something, say as much. If you have a characteristic or fetish you’re into then make sure it’s included. Don’t use subjective terms. I often see terms like “looking for real men”. That could mean anything to any number of men. Duh! Also skip terms like “vgl or “hot”. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. While you may consider yourself “vgl”, others may not. Let your pictures speak for your looks.

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Tag! You’re It II

While blogrolling, I discovered I’d been tagged again. This time by Steve over at Bent Collective. Not being a meme whore, I don’t do these very often. (I think someone else tagged me for another one but I can’t find it at the moment…apologies)

So w/o further “cradoo”, I present the Meme of 4.

4 JOBS I HAVE HAD IN MY LIFE

– I’ve had many but trying to pick the odd ones.

– a bath house clerk

– catering manager for a hotel

– police/fire/ems dispatcher

– EMT – ok, I’m still working on this one but it’s coming very soon!

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No, Not Me! He Did It!

So following on the trail of Dunner and Steve, I thought I’d weigh in on recent news of HIV men arrested and even being sent to prison for not revealing their status to sex partners. One case, a women was arrested, sent to jail, and put on probation even though none of her sex partners sero-converted. Another case, a man faces 15 years in prison just for spitting on an officer. Spitting which has been repeatedly proven not to be a form of virus transmission. As if that wasn’t scary enough, another man was arrested and is being tried on higher charges for simply soliciting sex for money. He didn’t even HAVE sex. Yet, he is facing serious jail time, if not prison, out of fear, hate, and misinformation in a back-asswards state.

For the record, I do not condone deceit in any form. If you are poz, you have an obligation to let your partners know your status. You also shouldn’t assume because he isn’t putting a condom on, “he must be neg” or because “he didn’t ask me to put a condom on, he must be poz”. I’m not referring to anyone who would intentionally infect others. That’s a whole nother ball of wax.

Sending HIV-positive men/women to prison for poor judgement is not the answer. And it sets a dangerous precedent for everyone. Not to mention, creating laws liked this will only encourage more people not to get tested. Now how is that in any way productive? It isn’t.

And we know the straight white men in charge always do the right thing, right? Of course, if that were true, we wouldn’t be having this argument. We also would never have robbed the Indians of the their land, enslaved a whole race of human beings, objectified women for half a century, or abandoned a whole section of society simply because of their same-sex attractions.

What it boils down to is simple. Whether you are positive or negative, you are the only person responsible for your health as well as the decisions you make. If you want to stay negative, then you should make sure you have safe sex and/or have the balls to ask your sexual partners their status beforehand. Saying “well, he should have told me” and pointing blame is a cop out.