Category: BJ

so last weekend, we tried to be social and went to Double Headed Disco’s 6th Anniversary party, pushing our way through the crowd and settling in near the back. Noticing a few vacant chairs, we stripped off our coats, plopped them in a chair, and soon we were jostled by a pair who had to be in the 4 inches between our butts and the wall. Needless to say, they weren’t that skinny, and we decided to move on rather than get into an argument with jerks.meanwhile, me and the BF had a pleasant enough time (i was still groggy from the double-headed disco nap we had taken a short time prior to arriving), doing what boys do in the dark corners of a packed gay bar, with the occasional hello to friendly faces ( Mr. God & young Nick; a very nice blog-reader who introduced himself and who’s name I’ve already forgotten – sorry man; some co-workers who came dangerously close to mixing two worlds I try to keep separate; and the occasional nod without words to faces you just see when you go out). We gulped down some water, moved vaguely to the sounds of Sylvester, and soon grew tired.

That’s when the BF quietly said “i think our coats are gone.” Well, he was only partially right; his coat was pulled apart and tucked under the chair, my gloves and hat scattered, but alas, the lovely orange coat you see pictured above managed to find it’s way into and onto some strangers arms and got out the door without us noticing! I only had that coat for a mere few weeks. But before you get sad for me, it was given to me by a good friend who was replacing it with a new coat, and I just nabbed onto it like most free things, using it as i could for as long as i could, and now it (and the work-issued cellphone) are gone. besides the problem with the color, as you can see, it also made me look heftier in the gut than I (think I) am. bummed out, we decided to hop in a cab (arguing briefly as I leaped into the cold to get a cab, and BF being chivalrous and offering one of his two coats – me focusing on getting the cab, he focusing on keeping me warm), got home quickly enough to see i still have two other hand-me-down (but kinda ratty) leather coats donated years before, so my fat gut is still semi-protected from the elements when I go outside.

home (remix)

despite the number of times i really hate this town, there are times when i realize how much i love it. it can just be hard to get to the place (in my head) where i can remember to put myself back to where i love it again. columbus day weekend i thought would be the last time of the year to be out without tons of clothes and all, and in the sun, and enjoying being in shorts and just gazing out at the sky, so by the end of the weekend i was kinda sad. but then last weekend, we got good weather again, and i forced myself out into the annoying weekend traffic, and found a spot over on the west side, relaxed, pulled my shirt off, tried reading a book but just letting my head fall back against the bench, looking at the sky, the clouds, and just listening to the hudson river – it was all so restful. after about an hour, i realized i was the only shirtless person i saw out, but the sun was just holding me, and making me feel, i don’t know, well – held. i stayed out until the sun was nearly set, then pedaled home. but not my usual newyork pedaling…… but a quiet, purposeful slow ride home, like i would do when in provincetown. not really seeing anything, or focusing on anything other than the slight breeze against my lightly sunburned head, just smiling to myself, feeling held.

i was hoping to have a video clip up today, but technical difficulties (damn VCR!) are hindering that effort. meanwhile, have you noticed i expanded the “category” thingee (just under the date of the post) from just “uncategorized” and “postcards” (which reminds me… uh oh), and added “provincetown”, “vintage gay t-shirts”, and perhaps the most helpful for the casual visitor, “pornoclips” Hope y’all find that helpful