Gettin Some

Rays that is. It was a fun-filled marvelous weekend! The summer boy is BACK!!!

The boyfriend and I (yes you read that correctly) went to the shore and had a marvelous time. It feels so good to have the sun on my body again. The winter blues are officially gone.

But more about that later. I just wanted to mention someone else's blog. If you do not read chadfox, you should. Not only is he hella sexy, but he is a marvelous writer, the kind I want to grow up to be. SO go read his blog. I'll be here when you get back.

Out of the closet

Okay. I'll admit it. I watch American Idol.

Since you now know my secret, I decided I'm going to share with you my thoughts of the show. Being a musically trained actor, I am going to be very egotistical and say I know what I am talking about when it comes to other singers. Then again, most people on AI really aren't singers. They are wanna pop stars. And this week they decide to tackle MY medium. Broadway. Oh the humanity!

So with that being said, here's my thoughts of the show, as it happens:

Scott Savol - not a bad rendition of Impossible Dream, as Simon would say, for karoake. He had never heard the song before. Man I feel old. I wanted to like this boy at the start of the season, but he's not going to last. Especially since we found out about the assault charge. Just go home boy.

Constantine - OH. MY. GOD. My Funny Valentine. Stud you need to come sing that song to me!!!! And wear that velvet blazer. And nothing else. I damn near poked a hole in my pants! And please, during the interview section , could someone please move that damn banner so I can see his crotch!

Carrie Underwood - Hello Young Lovers. Good Lord she sucked. And the judges of course loved her. As usual. Saint Mary Martin is spinning in her grave. She's a country singer, and on the wrong show! Ryan Sucksdick asked her when she had heard that song for the first time. She said, and I quote, LAST THURSDAY!!! Are she and Scott living under rocks? Sweet Nellie Forbush save me from this group!

Oh yea. Fantasia will be on next week. There's a reason to find something else to do that night!

Vonzell - People from Funny Girl. She was very proud to let us know that she knew that it was a Barbara song. And it was a movie too! Thanks for doing your homework! It wasn't bad. Oh no she di'nt! Paula said Barbra can't hit an EFlat. Oh please woman. Take another frelling drink and shutup. Oh and Vonzell, toile is out honey.

Anthony Federov - Climb Every Mountain. Oh he looks hot. And he's from Philly. He has gorgeous eyes. This boy is a pop star. Absolutely. Wonderful. Bet the judges trash him as usual. This show is so skewed. Randy - didn't like it. Paula did. Simon of course called it hideous. Why do they even bother with the judges? They picked who they wanted to promote at the beginning of the season, and that's how they tailor their comments. Why do I watch this?

Nikko. One Hand One Heart. At least he knew the show! Based on his totally off-key version, if he was playing Tony, Maria would shoot him. Twice. At least. Bet the judges love him. Randy - loved him. Paula - thinks he is the next American Idol. Well at least Simon noticed it was off-key. I give up.

Anwar - If Ever I Would Leave You. Well finally he sings a song that matches his talent. But I have to say, I am not a big fan of warbling around notes. He was very good - despite that faux pas - very good.

Bo - Corner of the Sky. He never heard of the song before. I really like him. But he is SO out of his element. He is mangling the lyrics. Some really bad notes. Let's just say, he will never do Broadway. Randy and Paula thought he was awesome. Sheesh. I'd do him though. Just sayin'.

Nadia - As Long As He Needs Me. Oh my. She looks amazing. That's what I would look like in drag. If I was dark-skinned. And weighed less. And had those cheekbones. The song's pretty good but her phrasing is dreadful. I'd love to hear her do jazz.

So there you have it. Who do I think will go home? Scott. Not very good - and bad press. Who should go home? Nikko Smith. Why do I watch this? I have no clue.

I give up

I've tried to post numerous times since Friday, but Blogger has been nothing but constant and consistant problems.

I have to make some decisions. Do I really want to continue the blog? Do I want to continue in this format?

I have a feeling that if I am continue, in whatever format, then I need to run my own server. It's hard to complain about Blogger when I am not really paying them anything.

I don't know. I guess it's like everything else in my life. I can't make a decision.

Kirk hated this about me. It was his biggest pet peeve.

I find myself missing him even more the past week. I think it may be because I've fallen in love. Or is it just like?

I can't decide.

screamy meme

I don't normally get into the meme thing, but I found this one fascinating. I followed the links back through to read everyone's questions and responses, and found some very interesting people! So give it a shot -I'm game. Are you?

via dunner

Ask me 4 questions.
Any 4, no matter how personal, private or random.
I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.
In turn, you post this message in your own blog or journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.
Go.

Urges

Ah, it's Spring! And a man's thoughts turn to...

When the hell did I gain all this weight? I don't remember putting it on. I went to put on my favorite, most comfortable, "boy-my-ass-looks good-in-these" jeans the other day and they were too tight! Of course, I thought, I let them in the dryer too long and they shrunk! Except, I hadn't put them in the dryer.

I blame TCB. All those nights after sex forcing me to go into the kitchen and eat with him. And then there was the whole chocolate mousse episode that I still can't get out of the sheets!

I am going to the gym almost every day, mostly just to look at HSNB's sweaty, straining, body, but that is only making me sore - not thinner! And all this talk about percentage of body fat - oy!

HSNB has promised me a reward if I make my goals. I know what I want as my reward, me feeling better with myself. And one night with HSNB.

Top or Bottom?

I don't know which way is up these days! Work and school have kept me so busy I have no time for myself. But here is a quick recap of recent events:

Bought underwear.
Was told I look sexy in new underwear.
By Jen.
Was told I look hot in underwear.
By TCB.
Offered to pay for optometrist appointment for TCB.
PHM getting antsy because I am never available to do "stuff".
HSNB is killing me at the gym.
How do people torture their bodies like this every day.
Told HSNB I could save time by him just clubbing me with a baseball bat.
Hmmm. That's an extra 45 minutes per day.
Never been into pain*.

*Other than most past relationships.

Spent

Well life has taken an unexpected turn this week. Due to an issue with a client at work I had to go out of town and "fix" it.

I don't know how people do this. I love traveling - at least for pleasure - but not for work! Airport delays, bad hotels, bad service, grumpy Joey. I don't talk about work on my blog because even the popular kids have problems with that area. Besides - I'm a computer geek - not anything all that exciting to tell anyway.

But I am now home. What did I miss?

Phone-a-friend

joey: SO are you going to do it or not?
jen : How the hell did you get yourself into this mess in the first place?
joey: Just lucky I guess.
jen : You are incorrigiable!
joey: Yes, but you love me.
jen: Oh I have emotions attached to you, but love isn't what comes first to mind!
joey: Shit!
jen: Now what?
joey: My frelling shoulder hurts.
jen: I'm going to hate myself for asking this, but how did you hurt your shoulder?
joey: It's not just my shoulder, everything hurts! I was at the gym this morning with HSNB.
jen: Okay you do realize that whole thing is going to go nowhere.
joey: Who says?
jen: The boy is STRAIGHT for HeyZeus sakes! I have a better chance with him!
joey: You are not his type.
jen: Sweetie, I'll try to explain this in English, and hopefully it will translate well to Gay. You aren't his type either. He is not going to marry you!
joey: I don't want to marry him. I just want to have his children.
jen: Why do I bother?
joey: We covered that already. I can't believe they want $120 for these jeans.
jen: Where are you?
joey: At the mall, waiting for you! Why did you think I called you?
jen: Joey, I am not coming to the mall to help you buy jeans. You are a big boy.
joey: I'm not here to buy jeans. I already explained this to you.
jen: I am NOT helping you buy underwear! Ask one of the sales people.
joey: If you saw the guy working in that area you would not make me do this alone! He looks just like Jake Gyllenhaal.
jen: Who?
joey: Never mind. Sometimes you are so gay-challenged
jen: How old are you again?
joey: Bitch. You know you are just jealous.
jen: SO which one are you seeing tonight?
joey: When tonight?
jen: You have become a slut! I am disowning you as my friend. I am not going to be able to be seen with you.
joey: Ok, I am seeing PHM. We are having dinner, and then shopping.
jen: Why don't you have him help you buy underwear?
joey: There's a reason you're single!
jen: I'm not single. I'm married.
joey: I try to shut that out.
jen: Alright, so is the reason you need the underwear because he is sleeping over tonight, finally?
joey: No. At least, I don't think so. Maybe.
jen: Groan. SO why the urgent need for the underwear.
joey: Well, ah, TCB wants to come over, after PHM goes home.
jen: JOEY!!!!
joey: So are you going to help me or not?
jen: (click).

Homo Bone

Is it just me? Do you see what I see? And are all homos descendants of Lucy?

BBCNews Monday, 7 March, 2005, 10:54 GMT

Scientists unearth early skeleton

US and Ethiopian scientists say they have discovered the fossilised remains of one of the earliest human ancestors.
The research team, working in the north-east of Ethiopia, believe the remains of the hominid, or primitive human, date back four million years.

They say initial study of the bones indicates the creature was bipedal - it walked around on two legs.

The fossils were found just 60km (40 miles) from the site where the famous hominid Lucy was discovered.

Lucy (Australopithecus afarensis), whose remains were unearthed in 1974, lived 3.2 million years ago and is thought to have given rise to the Homo line that ended in modern humans.

So many men, so little time

Okay someone explain to me what the hell is up with the frelling weather? It was 67 yesterday. Gorgeous. All the snow melted away. Boys in the park in shorts. Fast forward to today. Twenty degrees, two inches of wet snow, winds over 20mph. Grrrrrr. And not one of my three men here to keep me warm.

Yes you heard me. Three. Trois. Tres. That wonderful New Year's resolution certainly came back to bite me on the ass. Mmmmmmm. Sorry that made me remember Friday night.

So - if I am going to talk about them - and I know you want me to - then let's list the cast of characters:

Hot Straight Neighbor Boy: Very Hot. Very Neighbor. Still straight, but bending. Bending me anyway. I spent most of last week not being able to move thanks to his wish to become my personal trainer. Ever seen the movie "Jeffrey"? Hereafter known as HSNB.

Supermarket Guy: Quickly becoming potential Husband material. We are dating. Often. More news on that to come. Hereafter known as PHM.

The College Boy: I am definitely going to Hell because of this one. There's a crush - but not mine. And to keep with my rule of not sleeping with potential relationship men, I have let him due nasty things to my body. Hereafter known as TCB.

Now that I think about, I am truly doomed. Karma is a cruel bitch. Who said that? Was that Thomas?

Got some last night

Snow. Snow. Snow. 8.1 inches. I am so sick and tired of winter!

Wait, you don't want to hear me rant on about the constant problems getting to and from work thanks to the constant snow. No, I'm sure you'd rather hear about the intense mind-blowing sexual experience I had Saturday. But I'm not going to talk about that. Not really.

See, I have a secret. I once had a brief relationship with someone famous. For some of you that's probably not a big deal, but for a simple boy in his early 20's from Western PA, it's definitely out of the norm.

Yes he was famous back then. Not so much now. He was in town to film a movie. I didn't even know who he was at first. I was out at a club (non-gay) with friends, having a great time dancing and cocktailing. Of course I was checking out all the straight hotties. He was hanging near the DJ, looking like a lost puppy. Smiling, swaying to the beat, not really being social. I hadn't given him much more thought.

All good cocktails must come out at some point, so I made my way to the restroom. We ran into each other on the way in. That cute smile on this boy's face when seen close up made my heart melt. He was so adorable in a geeky sort of way - at least in the clothes and glasses that's how he appeared. The 'dar was pinging away!

We ended up talking and to make a long story short, he came after to my place for coffee. The love-making was awesome. Just awesome. And we ended the night sleeping, him nuzzled up behind me, holding me. Just like Kirk had always done. Making me feel safe.

I knew this was going to be a brief few weeks. He made that clear up front the next morning. He was only here for the shooting and then back to CA.

I've kept the secret all these years. His career has all but flatlined over the years, but even if he had become a superstar, I would never divulge it. That's just not me. What we had was extremely special - my moment with a Prince.

But I was reminded of him again this weekend, when I woke up with a sweet boy's arms around me, nuzzling up behind me, making me feel safe.

So what's in my drawers?

I never really gave my underwear much thought until the night I took off my pants in front of him.

I wear boxer-briefs. I like them. They are supportive where they need to be. The boys like that feeling. I usually buy a certain brand (I'm not saying which because they aren't paying me for the plug). The fit is good. The price is good. The colors are plain. In fact, I buy white and black only.

A few weeks ago, HSNB stayed over during a snow storm. There was no where to go that evening and he had called to find out what I was doing. I had movies and food. He had beer. So he walked over to my place. We laughed and joked all evening. Even after the electricity went out. Well by the time the evening was ending, there was quite a bit of snow. He asked if I minded if he stayed over. Of course I didn't have a problem with it. I would never send a man out into the cold. Besides, I have a fireplace, and he doesn't.

We decided to sleep in the living room because of the fireplace. When I came back downstairs with the blankets and pillows, he was taking off his pants. You have no idea how many times that scene had played in my mind before that! We already know the boy is hot. And I have seen him shirtless, in nothing but shorts, during the summer. But man, this was different.

Of course I took off my clothes as well. And then it happened. He took one look at me in my underwear. His expression changed, his face lighting up as if it were Christmas morning. His mouth opened and in my mind I heard him tell me he wanted me. In reality, he laughed. Then he asked if my budget was that bad that I had to buy department store brand underwear.

Oddly enough I didn't through him out into the snow. In fact, we really became much closer that night. Closer than I expected. He has become something very special to me.

But before I find myself taking off my pants in front of anyone else, I'm going shopping.

A boy's fancy

I've been thinking a lot about love lately.

Are you finally going to talk about your love life?

Umm. Sort of. I haven't mentioned the date, or anything else going on with that area of my life.

We've been chomping at the bit for almost two weeks to hear the details of THE date!

Yeah, yeah, I know. It was a very good date, as dates go. Dinner, movie, lots of talking.

And...

Sorry, none of that. I never do that on a first date. Or second. Or third. In fact, I'm one of those who believes in truly getting to know the person before engaging in, intimacy.

Oh, what a load of crap. You've told us about the various nights that you, how did you put it - "Got some"!

Ah, there is the difference. Sex is a good thing. But the very rare instance where I meet someone, usually in an inebriated state, and engage in "getting some" (did I actually say that?) is different than getting to know someone and entering into a relationship.

Whatever. So what's the deal with the guy?

Well neither one of us are in our twenties any more, and we are both looking for something - well - permanent. So we are spending our time getting to know each other.

And?

God you people are inquistive! Alright. I find him fascinating, and charming. And handsome. Oh so witty. Well read. And yes, we have spent some time together over the past week or so. Flowers arrived at my office on VD/BD. Late night phone calls are happening asking about my day, etc...

So does this mean...?

No. Yes. Ummm. Maybe. We'll see. Oh leave me alone.

They SO did it.

I agree!

Out! All of you!

The boys are back!

Ah, the boys of summer!

My heart is starting to feel glad again. Signs of spring are peaking out all over. The most important portent - today was the first day of Spring Training (that's Baseball for all of you non-Americans).

I have always loved baseball. Some of my fondest memories are of spending time with my Dad tossing a ball or going to a game. I was never good at baseball either (bad hand-eye coordination), but I spent a lot of time cheering on friends at American Legion games.

Yeah, I know. A gay man who likes sports. I do. I'm not fanatic about sports, but I do love a good game. Basketball -not so much. But baseball makes me think about the memories, and summer. Life is good.

Oh, the guy over there - that's Pat Burrell of the Phillies - my future husband.

My parents had sex...

It's true. I am the result. Today is the day I take stock of gray hair, waist size, and hairline. That's why I avoid this day every year. Yes, it's my birthday. Am I celebrating? No. Well. Actually, I did this weekend. But that's a story for tomorrow. Let's just say it was a good weekend.

Do you realize the horrible paradox of having a birthday on Valentine's Day? When you are single?

Sigh.

Wanna be my valentine?

Shopping for meat

He called...... No, not him, he calls all the time. HIM! You know, the guy from the supermarket!

I have been giddy as a schoolgirl ever since. After the infamous store incident, we did actually talk on the phone a few times, and we met for coffee. But, as happens in my life, he was supposed to call, but didn't. And Mama Destino always said, "If he doesn't call, then he's no good!". Okay she said that to my sister, but I got the idea.

What's that you say? Was his excuse plausible? Oh who cares, the man is Grade A Beef on a stick! And intelligent, and funny, and...

Sigh.

So I said sure, I would go out with him this weekend. Of course I told him he was paying for dinner! He owes me for not calling. My sister taught me that.

You want me to do what?

I know what he is doing. It took me a while to figure it out. He is trying to recruit me. I'm convinced! I should have known when I saw him shirtless on his stoop in the summer that he had a plan.

HSNB and I have spent a lot of time together since Thanksgiving, and I thought we were becoming friends. Sure, he's straight, but I don't let that bother me. I'm not a heterophobe. Whoever those people want to sleep with is their business.

I let him take me to straight bars and clubs, and while that is really not my thing, I had fun. I had gotten to meet some of his straight friends, and most are actually interesting - although a couple of them really do perpetuate that stereotype. You know, extremely masculine, sports oriented, and the talk is all butch.

Well this weekend was the last straw. I had a few beers, so I wasn't really in charge of my faculties, and he seduced me. Yes it's true. I let him have his way. He kept pleading with me, and looking at me with those eyes. I gave in. I played around with him. Outside. In the common ground. Where everyone can see. I woke up the next morning hoping it was all a bad dream, and I wouldn't talk about it.

Let me tell you, I suck at football. And I am sore.

This looks somehow familiar

Finally, it's Super Bowl Sunday.

That means I won't have to endure that stupid Eagle's fight song much longer. I mean, come on, at least come up with a new song that people who can't sing (like everyone on the news) can't butcher.

Even though I live in Philly, I have a hunch the Pats may win. But you never know. It's a good match-up.

On the personal front - it was a tough week last week. Lots of work, and committments to fulfill. The weather has gotten a touch warmer. The snow is slowly disappearing and the dead grass is making an appearance here and there. Spring may be just around the corner. So what did I do last night? Ummm. Hmmm. The pic is a clue.

Hungry for Beef?

Random Thoughts...

I'm adding a new adjective to me. Disenfranchised. That's all I'm saying about "the speech".

Very tired. It's been a long day, in a long week. And it's only Wednesday.

I'm actually liking the new "Queer Eye". Maybe it's just that it's a different cast. As long as Thom Filicia is not on the show, I'm happy. I stopped shopping at Pier One because of him. In fact, I only truly care for Kyan. Everytime I see him, I just wish that I could switch places with him for one night. I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to be under Robert Gant?

Speaking of wanting to be under, HSNB was over this evening to return a shirt I forced him to wear after he slept over he borrowed.

Did I mention I have a birthday coming up? Sigh. I never celebrate it. After all, it truly just means acknowledging that my parents actually had sex, and I was the result.

The pic is Billy Currington, country singer. I'm thinking I need to listen to more country.

Nice Board

I guess it's part of my overall mood lately. Something my doctor (gay and gorgeous and partnered) calls SAD. Seasonal Affected Disorder. Don't ya just love labels.

But I've been feeling, well, nostalgic lately. I'm missing people in my past. Why is it that we come into each other's lives and then just drift away? I talk to almost no one from college anymore, let alone that horror that was high school.

I've been in several relationships with people, none of whom I talk to anymore. Oh wait, there are reasons for that distance. All well deserved.

There have been people in my life that have had great impact, deep friendships, with whom I shared so much. But they have all drifted away.

Being in theatre is a lot like that too. A cast comes together and shares so much, and no matter how much you say they you are going to keep in touch, get together, go for drinks, it rarely happens. We all go on with our lives. All to different destinations.

Sigh.

Maybe I just need the sun, the warmth.