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Posted on 05/12/07 @ 7:11 pm
via 71.West: When East Simply Won't Do: What turns you on? And you know I'm gonna answer 'em. What turns you on? What turns you out? OK…let's bring it back to a G-rated territory: I really love dudes that do their own thing. They're bold, but not flamboyant. They're outspoken, but not loud and bitchy. They're confident, but not cocky and arrogant. Someone that's open and friendly, but not desperate. It's a fine line to walk, and most stray towards the extreme, you know? That whole "gay and faaaaabulous" stereotype is played the fuck out. It's 2007; man up! What's your favorite secret thing? What gives you peace? How are you powerful? What are you willing to give away? Umm…what I meant to say was…actually, I'm sticking with the above statement. 'Nuff said. Filed under: Love in the Life and Personal Comments: 1 Comment |
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Posted on 02/22/07 @ 10:42 pm
By surprise, it would seem that I have a somewhat stable love life. It's pretty weird considering how months ago (hell, weeks ago) I was still meeting assholes, going on bad dates, and conversing with seemingly masculine-identified men who, when they talked, sounded like Miss Sophia on V-103. Lately, the kids have really been attracted to me. And by kids, I do mean damn near children. 18-22 basically. And it's not that I don't love the kids, but I'm 25 and I really like guys that are my age or older. I always have liked older guys. Younger guys just don't do it for me, mainly because of their maturity level. (Yes, I know there are mature 18-22 year olds, but I've yet to meet one in Atlanta who's not stuck up, pretentious or a wannabe model/student/singer/porn star.) The latest homme du jour is Tennessee, aptly named because he originally told me he was in ATL, but is actually in Tennessee (with no plans of moving). Actually, that's a big thing nowadays with guys in other states actively campaigning like they live here but don't. I swear, that gets me when you start chatting with someone, start clicking, then you go to make plans and discover they live in South Carolina or something. Anyway, Tennessee had this thing where every other word out his mouth was some passive-aggressive attitude-dripping "I guess" or "Riiiiight….", and that just really got on my nerves. I mean I'd tell him that I was having a bad day and he'd just retort with "I guess". Not cute. Guys, if you do this kind of shit — and if you don't think you do, ask your friends and save us all — PLEASE STOP. Being impudent will never be in style. After that, I had a date with a local author/playwright who had expressed interest in one of my now defunct personal ads. I'd go into details, but honestly, the only thing I remember from it was that he had on a oxford shirt with only one button fastened and I found myself grossed out that his sleeves kept dripping into his food and I kept seeing his nasty taco meat chest hair when he laughed. He was also enamored with the Dreamgirls soundtrack and kept singing selections from it…and he could. not. sing. I quickly forgot his number when we were at Starbucks and he damn near poisoned some guy's dog he had tied up by feeding him chocolate cake. For those who don't know — whom I guess at this point would be everybody — I've started back talks with Hey Mr. DJ! and I have to tell you…he's actually been pretty good to a brotha lately. We rekindled that old flame about a month ago and have been texting and talking on the phone with each other every day. Of course, there's still that issue about him coming to visit me because he lives across town, but those battles have been less and less lately, which after a long day at work, I greatly appreciate. Sadly though, we're probably never gonna actually make that relationship leap, so because of that, I don't get "too" involved with him and keep myself at arm's length. He knows this though, because he's not looking for a relationship right now. In the meantime though, we're enjoying ourselves with sushi, text message and hot sex. This whole "talking to somebody" thing is surprisingly comfortable. Go figure. Technorati Tags: gay relationships, dating Filed under: Love in the Life and Personal Comments: 1 Comment |
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Posted on 09/28/06 @ 11:29 pm
With work, y'all know what the deal is. The silent treatment has still been going on, but I am at least starting to get some answers from people. Like Stephen pointed to in my last entry, my problem is the procedure (aside from a specs sheet as long as my arm, the policies change very frequently). I think I've been getting into a groove now, even though none of the other designers will show me how to pull overtime. I guess it's every pixel pusher for themselves. Besides, I do like that I can be at home from work at 4:00 p.m., or even that I can do things after work now that I can frequent businesses during their normal 9-5 hours. Filed under: Jobs and Work and Love in the Life and Personal Comments: 3 Comments |
Damn, it's been a slow month around these orange-hued parts. It's not that I have |
Posted on 08/19/06 @ 8:05 pm
Me and relationships…we don't mix. I'm not just talking about romantic relationships either. Most of my friendships have or had existed out of coincidence and convenience, not companionship. Even the family has made it somewhat of their point to stay as fragmented as possible, with each faction doing their own thing. Add to that my somewhat recent revelation of Asperger's syndrome, and that just further confounds things. All this time, I just thought I was unique. And really, I still am unique, but with this little autistic twist that even I don't fully understand.
You see, one thing I do to take my mind off of these faulty relationships, is focus on my work. That's easier for me because I know I can put in work and see a definite positive result. It's very task-oriented. And even this whole bullshit with Micro-Manager falls in that realm too. I mean, dealing with all of that made me forget that on the weekends, I'm at home reading a book or doing cryptograms, my phone doesn't ring, and Death to Shakespeare doesn't call wondering how my week went. But once I got the offer for this new job and my thoughts, responsibilities and obligations about the current job gradually diminished…and guess what came rushing to fill the void? Feelings of wanting friendship. Family. Falling in love. You know, all that bullshit I tried to suppress that didn't yield any positive results. Wednesday rolled around, and since I wasn't going to be on vacation as I had planned, I figured I could enjoy some of Atlanta and maybe work a little closer to finally achieving these elusive goals. Filed under: Love in the Life and Personal Comments: 6 Comments |
I'm actually pretty cool being alone, but I'm not cool with being single. Does that make sense? I have wanted to have friends, but through grade school, college and hell, even now, they've just never really become something concrete that I could depend on. The family issues are disconcerting, but I have worked on trying to find out more (with no results, I might add). And the dating…well…I'm not getting much faith in that department at all from the Atlanta brothas and others…especially in these past few weeks.|
Posted on 06/16/06 @ 9:57 am
I got a rather surprising call yesterday from — of all people — McQuickie. We hadn't fucked around in a hot minute, primarily because his internship had him busy and he still has the cell phone number he gave me which I can't call or leave a message at for fear that his mother, brother or anyone at MetroPCS finds out he's gay. I know, I know…why am I messing around with this kid? Technically, I'm not, which explains the hiatus. He always had some excuse or reason he couldn't get together, and after a while, I just got tired of them. Add to that he has the personality of a can of garbanzo beans and you can see why the only thing I'd want out of him is sex. Which was why I thought he was calling. Turns out, it wasn't. "Hey, I have a question for you," he asked. "What is it?" "How old are you again?" The emphasis on old being his, not mine. Great. "25." "And you know I'm…" "19. I know." I'm dying a little inside right now. "I'm about to turn 20 in August." "Well…you'll be 21 before you know it." God, I'm grasping at straws here. "Yeah…so I was wondering if I could possibly pursue you for a romantic relationship." A part of me is flattered. Young, sexually virile cute 19-year-old interested in me for more than a good fuck. We should all be so lucky. But then reason kicks in. I am kinda sorta maybe talking to Apollo. Well, as much talking as two people can do from over 500 miles away without getting sick of each other. And I'll admit, while Apollo is cute, he's not here, which is McQuickie's advantage. "We'll see," I said. "Let's meet up next week and talk — with no sex — and see if there's at least some common interest there." "OK. Bye." And he hung up the phone before I could reply. I didn't say yes to his proposition, but I'm not exactly saying no at this point either. Stay tuned. Filed under: Love in the Life Comments: 3 Comments |
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Name's Karsh. 27. Country-born, city-raised, 
