Monday, June 30, 2003
Wellity, wellity…
Gay Pride was a complete success! I got out of my mood the second I left work. Figures that that was what was bringing me down!
We did and saw and participated in so many events that it would be impossible for me to list them all. But I will say that the best time we had was at the Gay Pride Parade. There were tens of thousands of gay people strewn about 5th avenue screaming and chanting and being one. The floats were incredible, the music was PUMPING, and the costumes were lavish and fun. There were gay babies, gay senior citizens, gays with one leg, political representatives, famous musicians, playwrights, body builders, strippers, dancers, etc. Standing among this massive crown of people filled with me so much pride, I almost started to weep with joy during a couple different moments.
There are very few times in my life when I feel an identity towards a specific group of people. This weekend was definitely one of them. I felt so much happiness and joy in my sexuality. Who wants to be straight when you can be GAY? Surely not me.
The lesbian places we went to turned out to be a lot of fun and totally welcoming to gay men. I was shocked and relieved that I didn’t have to split up with my friends. We drank from 5pm on Friday straight thru to 5pm yesterday, only stopping to sleep during 4-hour intervals here and there. I thought I was going to die on Saturday afternoon, but somehow I found the energy and pushed through. Thank God that I did. I feel so happy that I was able to attend everything that I wanted to and that I didn’t let my exhaustion get the best of me.
Here are some highlights from the weekend of GAY:
1) At the lesbian party on the Hudson River, I decided that the bathroom line was WAY too long. I asked everyone to give me their empty cups and to form a tight lesbian circle around me. With my friends protecting me from the thousands of lesbians at the party, I whipped out my dick and filled up two glasses with piss. Two minutes later, Mariah bumped into my friend, Angie – who was in the process of holding one of my piss cups. It spilled and drenched everyone with steaming hot urine. We laughed and laughed and smelled like booze piss for the rest of the night.
2) In one evening, we stumbled across at least 4 different groups of people smoking pot. They ALL included us in their smoking sessions and for the first time in forever, I didn’t have to bring or pay for all of the pot we smoked. Everyone was so generous and wonderful about it.
3) I hooked up with Ahmad twice. Once when we crashed at my place at 4am, Saturday morning, and once more when we woke up at 9am, Saturday morning. He came the first time, I came the second time. After I wiped up my cum, I told him to “Go home”, which he did. I had a great time with him on Friday night, but needed some space after the hook-up extravaganza.
4) We all crashed at Paul’s place on Saturday night and ended up passing out at 5am. Each one of us was up by 11am the next morning with a Bellini (champagne and orange juice) in hand. We drank the biggest bottle of champagne I have ever seen in my life and headed out to the parade. The old hangover cure of having some of “The hair of the dog that bit you” is totally true. I can attest to it first hand.
5) I finally saw A Beautiful Mind and loved it. Russel Crowe, although not my most favorite actor in the world, is truly brilliant. Jennifer Connelly was excellent too, but should she be allowed to win an OSCAR for that part? Does she even get NOMINATED for that part? I thought she was VERY VERY good. Don’t get me wrong. But the part was rather weak for an OSCAR nomination. Then again, what do I know? I just got into the first play of my NYC career. Snores McSnorsersons.
6) I got my first letter from Baghdad! My brother finally got a note out to me and it made my day.
7) Saw two of my favorite Gay Bodybuilders at the parade. They were HOTTTTTT, cept kind of femmy. Now I don’t think I can masturbate to them anymore. The façade was totally ruined. At first I was like “OMG! Look who it is! Caesar and Tom Katt!” But after they flexed their huge bodies for all of the adoring fans, they proceeded to skip and prance around the float they were supposed to be posing on. My jaw hit the pavement and I looked away in disgust and embarrassment. Don’t be BIG and HOTT and then go be BIG and fag. That’s just not appealing at all.
8) We came up with so many new saying and jokes during the weekend. Despite a few arguments and bouts of tears, the group managed to stick together and laugh throughout all of it. When you have so many different personalities working towards a common goal (Gay Pride), there will, of course, end up being some disagreements. Yet, I was pleasantly surprised to see that everyone got along. The one thing that I will carry away from this whole experience is that we all laughed and laughed and laughed. So much laughing that my vagina is aching today.
I can’t believe the entire thing is over now. So much anticipation and so worth it. But now we have to wait a whole year in order to do it up again. We all commented on how there should be Gay Pride at least 5 times a year. None of us like the idea of the city only turning uber friendly towards gay people during one weekend of the year. As the parade ended and we finished up our beers and burgers, we were all very sad to say goodbye to the freedom and the fun that we were collectively a part of. While saying goodbye to each other, we hugged a little bit longer than usual. “But I will see you this week for my birthday party!”, I called out. “But it’s not the same. We won’t get to do this whole gay weekend again until next year”, Mariah said. “Yeah. Yeah, I know”, I admitted.
The fantasy world ended and Kelly and I boarded the subway for home.
Tonight I am going over to Ahmad’s after work. He is making me dinner and a cake and giving me my birthday present. I have NO idea what it is, but I was given this clue:
“My gift is not extravagant (NUTS!), but it is something that will show you how good of a listener I am. And I know for a fact that you will love it”, He says.
“That’s a lot of pressure you are putting on yourself.” I reply.
“I’m confident that you will love it.” He says back.
So we will see! I am nervous and curious and hmmmmmmmm….I don’t know.
We will NOT be hooking up tonight. I need to slow us down a bit again. He told Mariah on Friday that “Joe is a good boy and I am willing to wait as long as he needs for him to be able to open his heart to me.” Mariah immediately reported this information back to me, along with some other comments that warmed my heart, but made my nerves shatter at the same time.
What ever happened to just “Playing it by ear” or “Taking everything one day at a time”? The kid has some serious feelings for me. I have serious feelings for pizza.
You understand.
Thank God this Monday is almost over.
Two more days until I am @^!
Oops. I meant 26!
Gay Pride was a complete success! I got out of my mood the second I left work. Figures that that was what was bringing me down!
We did and saw and participated in so many events that it would be impossible for me to list them all. But I will say that the best time we had was at the Gay Pride Parade. There were tens of thousands of gay people strewn about 5th avenue screaming and chanting and being one. The floats were incredible, the music was PUMPING, and the costumes were lavish and fun. There were gay babies, gay senior citizens, gays with one leg, political representatives, famous musicians, playwrights, body builders, strippers, dancers, etc. Standing among this massive crown of people filled with me so much pride, I almost started to weep with joy during a couple different moments.
There are very few times in my life when I feel an identity towards a specific group of people. This weekend was definitely one of them. I felt so much happiness and joy in my sexuality. Who wants to be straight when you can be GAY? Surely not me.
The lesbian places we went to turned out to be a lot of fun and totally welcoming to gay men. I was shocked and relieved that I didn’t have to split up with my friends. We drank from 5pm on Friday straight thru to 5pm yesterday, only stopping to sleep during 4-hour intervals here and there. I thought I was going to die on Saturday afternoon, but somehow I found the energy and pushed through. Thank God that I did. I feel so happy that I was able to attend everything that I wanted to and that I didn’t let my exhaustion get the best of me.
Here are some highlights from the weekend of GAY:
1) At the lesbian party on the Hudson River, I decided that the bathroom line was WAY too long. I asked everyone to give me their empty cups and to form a tight lesbian circle around me. With my friends protecting me from the thousands of lesbians at the party, I whipped out my dick and filled up two glasses with piss. Two minutes later, Mariah bumped into my friend, Angie – who was in the process of holding one of my piss cups. It spilled and drenched everyone with steaming hot urine. We laughed and laughed and smelled like booze piss for the rest of the night.
2) In one evening, we stumbled across at least 4 different groups of people smoking pot. They ALL included us in their smoking sessions and for the first time in forever, I didn’t have to bring or pay for all of the pot we smoked. Everyone was so generous and wonderful about it.
3) I hooked up with Ahmad twice. Once when we crashed at my place at 4am, Saturday morning, and once more when we woke up at 9am, Saturday morning. He came the first time, I came the second time. After I wiped up my cum, I told him to “Go home”, which he did. I had a great time with him on Friday night, but needed some space after the hook-up extravaganza.
4) We all crashed at Paul’s place on Saturday night and ended up passing out at 5am. Each one of us was up by 11am the next morning with a Bellini (champagne and orange juice) in hand. We drank the biggest bottle of champagne I have ever seen in my life and headed out to the parade. The old hangover cure of having some of “The hair of the dog that bit you” is totally true. I can attest to it first hand.
5) I finally saw A Beautiful Mind and loved it. Russel Crowe, although not my most favorite actor in the world, is truly brilliant. Jennifer Connelly was excellent too, but should she be allowed to win an OSCAR for that part? Does she even get NOMINATED for that part? I thought she was VERY VERY good. Don’t get me wrong. But the part was rather weak for an OSCAR nomination. Then again, what do I know? I just got into the first play of my NYC career. Snores McSnorsersons.
6) I got my first letter from Baghdad! My brother finally got a note out to me and it made my day.
7) Saw two of my favorite Gay Bodybuilders at the parade. They were HOTTTTTT, cept kind of femmy. Now I don’t think I can masturbate to them anymore. The façade was totally ruined. At first I was like “OMG! Look who it is! Caesar and Tom Katt!” But after they flexed their huge bodies for all of the adoring fans, they proceeded to skip and prance around the float they were supposed to be posing on. My jaw hit the pavement and I looked away in disgust and embarrassment. Don’t be BIG and HOTT and then go be BIG and fag. That’s just not appealing at all.
8) We came up with so many new saying and jokes during the weekend. Despite a few arguments and bouts of tears, the group managed to stick together and laugh throughout all of it. When you have so many different personalities working towards a common goal (Gay Pride), there will, of course, end up being some disagreements. Yet, I was pleasantly surprised to see that everyone got along. The one thing that I will carry away from this whole experience is that we all laughed and laughed and laughed. So much laughing that my vagina is aching today.
I can’t believe the entire thing is over now. So much anticipation and so worth it. But now we have to wait a whole year in order to do it up again. We all commented on how there should be Gay Pride at least 5 times a year. None of us like the idea of the city only turning uber friendly towards gay people during one weekend of the year. As the parade ended and we finished up our beers and burgers, we were all very sad to say goodbye to the freedom and the fun that we were collectively a part of. While saying goodbye to each other, we hugged a little bit longer than usual. “But I will see you this week for my birthday party!”, I called out. “But it’s not the same. We won’t get to do this whole gay weekend again until next year”, Mariah said. “Yeah. Yeah, I know”, I admitted.
The fantasy world ended and Kelly and I boarded the subway for home.
Tonight I am going over to Ahmad’s after work. He is making me dinner and a cake and giving me my birthday present. I have NO idea what it is, but I was given this clue:
“My gift is not extravagant (NUTS!), but it is something that will show you how good of a listener I am. And I know for a fact that you will love it”, He says.
“That’s a lot of pressure you are putting on yourself.” I reply.
“I’m confident that you will love it.” He says back.
So we will see! I am nervous and curious and hmmmmmmmm….I don’t know.
We will NOT be hooking up tonight. I need to slow us down a bit again. He told Mariah on Friday that “Joe is a good boy and I am willing to wait as long as he needs for him to be able to open his heart to me.” Mariah immediately reported this information back to me, along with some other comments that warmed my heart, but made my nerves shatter at the same time.
What ever happened to just “Playing it by ear” or “Taking everything one day at a time”? The kid has some serious feelings for me. I have serious feelings for pizza.
You understand.
Thank God this Monday is almost over.
Two more days until I am @^!
Oops. I meant 26!
