It’s physically painful being away from my computer, and, of course, my little lover Paquita. Here I am back where I belong . . . not really rested, but feeling stress-free. Monday included a walk around Walden Pond — the Walden Pond — and, other than crowds, cell phones, numerous visitor parking lots all packed … More Home, at last!
After handing over the keys to my apartment to Bob so she can take care of my mini-zoo (tiny little Phish, wee Larry Bird and the sweetest, smartest petite girl with the big name: Paquita Borgito Borgato Chorizo Jimenez), I met Christian for our mini-vacation to Boston. It took us four subway transfers to get … More Boston Bound
Sheila hosted one of her rooftop parties on her 1200 square foot (#$@%!&*) private roof. This little New York oasis sits on top of a building in Chinatown and is positioned so that both fireworks displays were visible (click the picture below to see a few more photos). With the radio blaring patriotic music and … More Happy Independence Day!
>Ah, lunch al fresco style, one of my favorite New York things to do. Some of the best cuisine in the world, taxis, people, and pigeons. P.S. In case you were wondering, pigeons, unlike swans, are not monogamous. They are sluts. Horny, indiscriminate sluts.
Conversation exchanged over multiple emails with Anonymous Friend (“AF”) AF re: my June 30 entry below: Did you run over another homosexual? (Sorry, i had to ask, but it seemed a little inappropriate to post on the blog.) Me: Another one? I MUST have told you about the time I ran over my lesbian friend … More Dikes on Bikes or Lesbian Killers on Wheels
Four sounds I can guarantee you do NOT want to hear when you’re en route to sell your car after having been stuck in gay pride parade traffic: Sccrreeeeeeeeeeeach! Boom! Gasp! Crash!
I received a summons for jury duty. Oh, please God, let me get picked. I need that extra $40 per day. Please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease. What is it about hot weather that makes men so sexually agressive? They’re animals at times. Oh, I forgot to mention: it’s h-o-t hot. Not that everyone in New … More 6.28.2003
Christian and I christened my Operation game and determined that, yes, it would make a good drinking game; however, it would be much, much better in the adult version. Rather than remove the “funny bone”, “broken heart” and “adam’s apple”, players would pump the patient’s stomach to prevent a drug overdose, extricate a broken needle, … More Doctor, Doctor! Gimme the Booze!
I tried that whole May/September romance thing once. Not on purpose. It wasn’t like I set out to date a younger guy than me or that the guy had nothing to offer other than taut skin and a fake ID. He was a really smart guy attending the University of Notre Dame and I agreed … More Demi Has a Limo Driver
Today is my birthday (woo!), so last night a few friends and I went to Bowlmor. I got some great gifts — kitchenware, a “Don’t Mess With Jersey” tee (which I’m currently wearing), a forensic science book, Operation, a free dinner coupon, some pretty spring flowers and some great memories. HBO was even kind enough … More Birthday Thanks
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