[As a matter of fact I do, since I work in the building right next door]. Wow, serious Deja Vu as I'm typing this. Either that or I've been asked this question on more than one occasion.
Let me preface all that and 'splain what's going on... And BTW, these symbols [ ] indicate me talking to myself in my head, everything else is spoken aloud or I'm narrating.
So I'm on my way to work, walking east on 21st Street at the corner of 8th Avenue. This Russian type of guy, seemingly tweaking or strung out [I'm not sure which one is more relevant], stops me. I'm wearing my sunglasses and my Bluetooth headphones. I think he said, "Yo, you know where day West Side Club is?" So I repeated rather loudly [remember I'm wearing my headphones] YOU WANNA KNOW WHERE THE WEST SIDE CLUB IS? For all those not familiar with NYC's sex scene, the WSC is a commonly known sex club located on West 20th Street in NYC.
The Russian guy then starts talking to me without skipping a beat; saying stuff like "people are so rude and ignore you..." [at that moment my native New Yorker defense shields switched on. I was like oh I can't let this guy think real New Yorkers are rude people because we all know it's the people who come here and act like they're New Yorkers who are the rude ones.] Anyway, this Russian like dude was kind of in my face, too close for comfort so early in the morning. He went on about how he's just looking for a group of nice guys to hang out with in his condo he has down the block. [Is this a porno or what?] The whole conversation took me off guard. Like I said, its the early morning and I'm on my way to work, which I had to explain to this Russian guy. So he asks me if I wanna come over and play too. I really felt like cracking up in his face. Should I have been flattered? Hmmm, a small part of me was, but then again this guy was high and horny on something. I 'splained to him I was on my way to work and I couldn't play. Then he says, OK when do you get off work? [again I wanted to crack up. Like WTF man!] So I replied that I wasn't looking to play. And again I directed him to the West Side Club and told him where it was.
End of story...well not really.
I proceeded on my way, crossed 8th Avenue and walked down to 20th on the other side. I watched him as he walked down 8th on the other side. I also noticed this rather sexy, manly other Russian looking dude on my side of the street who was watching the Russian guy I just encountered. And then another further down the block. [WTF, is the Russian Mafia all gay now?] I then began to wonder what these guys were up to. Were they undercover cops entrapping innocent gay men on their way to work? [I almost wouldn't doubt that]. Or were these really young Russian gay guys from out of town, high and horny as hell, looking to hook up with anyone?
Are you horny too? Then get yourself on out to 8th Avenue and 21st Street, you might just find a hot happening gay Russian sex party in the works.
I have very sad news. This weekend our little angel Taffy passed away. She had been ill for several months. Taffy began her life known as "Storm" when Robopapi Eddie adopted her some 12 years ago. It wasn't until I came along that I renamed her Taffy, as in Taffy Davenport, the biggest brat alive.
Taffy was the runt of her litter, always a tiny little girl even when fully grown. She was an amazing spritely little girl. Before we moved downtown, she had the run of an enormous apartment in Washington Heights and would literally bounce off the walls while running down a 40 foot long hallway. She had the horrible habit of being unable to control the retraction of her claws, thus usually digging them into us when we'd pick her up. Ouch. She also had the inate secret to a trim waist line, because she had an insatiable appetite, yet always remained quite small and thin. We'd always secretly confer to each other that she'd proudly boast to Gator, her brother, in "Catinese" that she was Bulemic.
Taffy will be forever loved by her adopted brother Gator, and her two daddies Robopapi and Robocub. And now she's joined her Big Mama Ifa and watches over all us.
I came across this news item on The Register about a French cell phone magazine that alledgedy caught a snapshop of the as yet to be announced upcoming Apple iPhone during the Paris MacWorld show.
Looking at it, I must say it's BEAUTIFUL, and I WANT ONE SO!
But I serioulsy think this is a hoax. It's just too good to be true; it's sleekness, smallness, iPodness, and perfect design. There couldn't possibly be such a device in our world, could there? And if it were real, why didn't Steve Jobs announce it this week's Apple SHOWTIME announcement with all the new iPod goodyness? He announced the iTV device which won't be in production until 2007, so why not mention the iPhone. Also, Apple just redesigned the iPod Nano with an aluminum case and this iPhone mock-up clearly has the old iPod Nano design with black plastic face and metal back. I smell somethin' iPhoney. Pah.
It appears that hurricane Florence is going to just pass New York right by without even a little drizzle.
I've been watching the forecasts on Flo' ever since she was a teeny blip on the map. And although the predictions were that she would vere off to the North East Atlantic, I was really hoping she would just keep barreling towards us in the North East. But unless some weird wacko miracle happens, at this point I doubt Florence will even brush us with a drop of drizzle.
Hurricane season is my verison of the Super Bowl and World Series and World Cup all rolled into one. I was begging for a chance to call in work and say I ain't goin' out in that nasty weather. Oh well. There will always be others I suppose...mwahahahaha (evil laughter).
Tropical Depression #8, just out of the gate and already forecasted to be a category 2 Hurricane by Sept.17th. Zoikes!
So I've been spending some time in the "straight" boy world. Not physically or literally, but more culturally. And believe me it's not easy, but I'll 'splain...
Traditionally, the geeky world of PC video games is mostly straight, although there are a lot of gay people there, they don't exactly announce it or make themselves obvious. Also, all the schmucks and loudmouth assholes tend to be more vocal than all the cool and decent people in that virtual world, so it's easier to get a dose of straight-boy stupidity than it is to have a cool connection with some good people. And I don't mean to say all straight-boys are bad people. There are lots of cool ones, but like I mentioned, they're usually drowned out by the stupid ones.
You'll even notice in the Urban Dictionary, people have posted entries that Gay is an insult.
A generic insult. It can mean bad, stupid, whatever you want it to mean.
Now it's used by ignorant (and often prejudiced) people to describe something that they don't like. It's especially common among teenage boys, who use it to look cool or to "hide" their insecurity about gay people.
I've also been watching the latest season of the (UFC) Ultimate Fighter Championship show. This place is an epicenter of homoeroticism, albeit totally closeted. The TV show itself is a masturbatory delight, filled with some of the hottest fighting athletes around. None of them of course are gay. Yeah right. But I digress.
My point is that spending time in these two areas lately, I've become quite aware that the young "straight" boy culture (sic) commonly refers to anything as "gay" when hurling an insult. Everything they don't like, or anything they think sucks, is gay. When playing online video games, I usually gladly profess, "yeah I am, a big gay." Of course it goes right over their heads and then the typical insults ensue, fag, gay, blah blah blah. Whatever, just play the fucking game and stop showing how closeted you are.
But really I'm here to tell all you non-homo readers that Gay does not equal an insult. Take a closer look at your own life. Not so fabulous I'd say. And definitely not gay, thank goodness.
These are my blobs, blabs, and bleeps, my thoughts, rants & raves, army of robots, astronomical & extreme weather pictures...from a 40yo NYC-native homo and his robotic alter-ego.
