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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Missed Connection
“Missed connection” is the tag affixed to the now coveted section. Well, I think “Missed, yet can find the beautiful again” should be more like it, though long.
Posting an ad online and specifically on the section called Missed Connection, I wondered why and what I had done. I kind off expected a miracle or something of the sort, though it seemed a distant dream, enough to meet my life that had become miserable.
Of course miracles do happen and the guys who have posted the same are so many. The testimonials and success stories from them are also clear testimony that what they sought out to get, they did.
In the dance floor, you may have gotten too drunk to realize that you had dropped the number, damn! Or shyness got the better of you and you simply forgot to ask the number in the first place. You begin raking your brain, wondering the color of his cloths and simply decrying the lost opportunity.
It has happened to me so many times; getting that sunken feeling of not giving him a greeting when he passed me by. Or maybe I was out in a drunken stupor or too disinterested to notice a thing. But, wait a minute, he kept throwing those seductive looks my way and the boyfriend he was with seemed not interested too, no kiss or embrace. The questions get even more complex, neither here nor there and bla bla bla.
The embarrassment heaped on such uncertainties can be heart wrenching and hurtful, but then, risks are often worth taking to enjoy life at the end. Grasping the opportunity as it presents itself is worth the effort because who knows it may work out and you may eventually enjoy the experience.
The first encounter with someone that disturbed your loins or initial kiss and blowjobs are things that don’t leave you that fast. My missed connection was my initial step to get into an experience that will give me a second chance just like everybody else.
“Missed connection” is the tag affixed to the now coveted section. Well, I think
“Missed, yet can find the beautiful again” should be more like it, though long.
Simply try and you may get connected again with the cute and sexy man you saw in the gay bar lat week or last night.
My resolution this year is therefore to get down and confident and simply and smilingly say howdy to the charming guy and see what happens next. Something gay may happen out of that sure and confident step; who knows.
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Monday, January 11, 2010
Why legalize gay marriage
It is not a surprise homosexual couples are hated and trampled on as well; a scenario which is not likely to change, unless the world changes.
No matter the sex, love will always thrive; in fact what counts when it comes to love is the sense of worth. Once you notice a sense of value or desirability in another, you will want to be intimate with. For example, a man loving another man is simply attracted by the person’s manner of conduct, which in this case resembles his. The society has conditioned us into thinking that intimate friendship thrives well when the parties involved are of the opposite sex. They think, sexual appeal and reproduction is better facilitated this way.
When people share principles and reverence, we term it as sex, and the same do occur between men themselves. You will hardly to know the number of gay partners simply because of the moral values attached to the lifestyle. Whenever a male feels attracted to another male, chances are he will show it, censure it or ignore it, but it is not surprising if he asks for a close friendship.
Being gay is seen as being immoral culturally, but homosexuality, in real sense is not evil, it is a liberated lifestyle. One opinion held against homosexuality is that it cannot lead to a vigorous procreation, sine the kids will face severe humiliations, discrimination, and mind eating prejudices from the community.
Gay partners are just as valuable as different sex partners; in fact, they express the same love being expressed by the other group. Though culture wise, you will receive all manner of scoffing, scorn and defamation for being gay, it is not immoral since you are just trying to find happiness. It will be hard to raise kids happily if you practice homosexuality in this age with this conservative mindset.
People argue that the criticisms are well deserved, especially according to the holly manuscripts. However, they fail to realize that the writers of these holly manuscripts were just some numb people who knew little about what homosexuality entails. Their reasoning that man was naturally made to get joy from a different sex person is misguided since, may people find happiness otherwise. Should they continue with their self centered reasoning, quite a number will be denied joy.
In this world, no one will want to see you joyful and sovereign and that’s why you will always grapple with the load of hatred. It is not a surprise homosexual couples are hated and trampled on as well; a scenario which is not likely to change, unless the world changes.
Some countries have seen the plight of gay individuals and have come to their rescue. In Netherlands and Denmark, for instance, gay matrimony has been on for two decades. In Asia, however, the possibility of accepting homosexuality is very low. But the truth is we are not practicing some unreal things; we are human and should be respected.
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Saturday, January 9, 2010
Anatomy of a Flesh Trader
Here folks, both male and female, meet to see for themselves the splendid naked figure of the young lads in all their glory.
The focus is on Adonis even as the music sounds, midnight dips and the curtain go up. Adonis gets the attention as the handsomest Man69 employ in Metropolis’s adult bar for classy and fun entertainment. Here folks, both male and female, meet to see for themselves the splendid naked figure of the young lads in all their glory.
At only 18, Adonis possesses that look that most men and women would want to savor with easy abandon. He has an excellent figure and possesses a very aggravating look about him. The fun ambiance that has been created in the bar really compliments and supplements his existence there. He moves in tandem with the shouts and ululations of the spectators to please them. He begins by shedding off his robes at the eager behest of the crowds. Moving with a feel and in response to the crowds shout for him to bare his naked body, Adonis does not disappoint. The folks in the room are so thirsty and appetitive with the innocence that the lad exudes. Soon tips come in from one patron to another and simply moving with the sound of the music the young man pockets 2000.
Stopping at the grocery shop, he purchases hot soup and viands to at least alleviate the hunger that has overstayed in the home, especially for his five siblings. He then goes to the drug store and gets medicine to help heal his mother who has been sick for awhile. Then he puts in a safe the remainder of the money to help him get back his lost education in school.
Thousands and thousands of young men are out there selling their bodies while dancing and some even to gigolo levels to provide for their families. Adonis is simply one among the many who are so intent to meet their responsibilities come what may, and they are therefore willing to do everything possible to ensure that that happens. Food, shelter and even education are some of the basic needs that young lads like Adonis must meet and they go all the way to get funds, out of legal, gainful jobs to get them. This is what constitutes the tough reality that encounter the people who are especially found in hard hit, poverty stricken areas.
Poverty cannot go with promiscuous life as excusable cause and effect; so does the moralist say. But for folks like the young man Adonis, it doesn’t matter what the moralist say. Life becomes an experience to go through even in the circumstances that hit so often. Judgment is therefore left to the inexperienced with no shade of what poverty can do.
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Thursday, December 10, 2009
My Dad knows I am Gay
I don’t know how to speak the Japanese language but I can tell you what it’s like to grow up with a Japanese father whose parents moved to the United States in 1914 and ran a laundry business in Oakland during the 1930s and 1940s when they lost it all to the World War II. I spent my childhood in a nice middle-class suburb of Boston before we move further to Massachusetts. By then, I knew my only Asian dad because I knew no one else, not a soul that was Japanese, or Chinese, or any Asian, for that matter.
My mother was a white Anglo-Saxon protestant who married an Asian guy in 1950, who looked very white. My dad taught me how to behave well, how to do my taxes, how to be well organized and above all, how to save every scrap of paper, recycle boxes, bags, and clothes. Moreover, he taught me an Asian thing on how to bath every night before bed where “brush-brush-wash-wash” was his child-like chant. I learnt that, I was never to shout at any adult, never to look at any body directly in the eye, and never to draw any negative attention to any member of our family.
By the age of sixteen, I had started reading all about gays. But accidentally I left a book titled young gay and proud on top off my mother’s washing machine. She was so aggressive to me and warned me about it but surprisingly to my dad, he had little to say about my personal arena. He knows very well that I am a gay but does not take it to the point of harassing me. My dad puts less efforts in trying to stop me do what seem to be my personal issues. When I started smoking when I was 18, he said less, when he saw my tattoo when I was 30, he said nothing. And now about being gay, he has really never said anything.
Unlike my mother, my father has never been furious about my sexual orientation. My mother was the one who agreed to get married to an outcast and for that virtue, my dad, however, grew up being an outcast. It is not in him to comment on my sexual orientation, but let it come to school work, saving money and getting well organized; he would do any thing to ensure that I stick to that. I even for once drag him to meet some of my Asian gay friends in Castro while we had dinner.
My mother was a white Anglo-Saxon protestant who married an Asian guy in 1950, who looked very white. My dad taught me how to behave well, how to do my taxes, how to be well organized and above all, how to save every scrap of paper, recycle boxes, bags, and clothes. Moreover, he taught me an Asian thing on how to bath every night before bed where “brush-brush-wash-wash” was his child-like chant. I learnt that, I was never to shout at any adult, never to look at any body directly in the eye, and never to draw any negative attention to any member of our family.
By the age of sixteen, I had started reading all about gays. But accidentally I left a book titled young gay and proud on top off my mother’s washing machine. She was so aggressive to me and warned me about it but surprisingly to my dad, he had little to say about my personal arena. He knows very well that I am a gay but does not take it to the point of harassing me. My dad puts less efforts in trying to stop me do what seem to be my personal issues. When I started smoking when I was 18, he said less, when he saw my tattoo when I was 30, he said nothing. And now about being gay, he has really never said anything.
Unlike my mother, my father has never been furious about my sexual orientation. My mother was the one who agreed to get married to an outcast and for that virtue, my dad, however, grew up being an outcast. It is not in him to comment on my sexual orientation, but let it come to school work, saving money and getting well organized; he would do any thing to ensure that I stick to that. I even for once drag him to meet some of my Asian gay friends in Castro while we had dinner.
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