Sorry for not updating in a while but I have been crazeee busy with finals and rehearsals for my upcoming auditions lata this week and still my regular gig as a personal asst for up and coming BLoGStAr Holiday N.One audition is a surprise that I can't talk about but the other is for Ciara's BET Awards performance,which might lead to a spot on her upcoming tour.That's a good look for me.I'm not nervous,I just feel like I need to fill my day with as many dance classes as possible because the last professional thing I've done was Christina Aguilera's Can't Hold Us Down video.I have to brush op on my gymnastics cuz there's gonna be some flipping I heard. Me and Maurice decided to change the direction of our relationship to friends with benefits.Which means the fucking stays without the rules of the relationship.I guess this situation is better because it just was not working with both of us putting a metaphorical condom on our relationship like we're scared of catching the dreaded disease love.Sad. I posted last time that if He didn't say anything stupid he would have the best sex he ever had,well he didn't have the sex because we didn't have the break up where he'd never get no nookie again. Funny Poem by Unknown To Think I met Him On Christopher St.(part1) One day I was bored, I had nothing to do, With nothing to do, you'd be bored. Wouldn't You? So I sat by my window and feeling so sad, Thought, "Maybe I'll answer a personal ad" But nothing delighted me, no little gems And why doesn't anyone like fats or fems? So I left my apartment to find someone sweet And jumped on the subway to Christopher Street And, once I got down there, I went to a bar. I don't really drink -- but that's where men are! I saw guys who were hot, and guys who were not, I saw guys drinking bourbon, at four bucks a shot There were men wearing boots and men wearing sandals Men who were buff and men with love handlesI saw guys wearing suede from their head to their toe And a couple of queens who had let themselves go! Then one little jerk just gave me such attitude That I told this young fellow, "I think that you're rude! What makes you think that you're such a big deal?" Then I snapped him three times and I turned on my heel Out on the street, I looked to and fro I was looking for love but had nowhere to go But then from a distance I heard such a roar Id never heard anything like it before! Then down the street came the gay pride parade "With all of these guys I'm just bound to get laid!" Then a huge cheer thundered up from the crowd Then the noise of the engines. My God, they were loud!
It's starting to come near the end for me and my baby Maurice.The fire of a few months ago is really going out fast and I'm sure that's what we both want is fire.That's why we probably never totally committed to each other.I can't say if I'm upset or not,actually I'm not.We are gonna stay friends and who the hell knows the future?On the upside I will be dating and fucking like a man out of jail this summer LOLOLOL.He told me tonight we have to talk and I'm sure it's the talk.And as long as he don't say nothing stupid,he will have the best sex he's ever had tonight. Joke O' the Day A gay man, finally deciding he could no longer hide his sexuality from his parents, went over to their house, and found his mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. He sat down at the kitchen table, let out a big sigh, and said, "Mum, I have something to tell you: I'm gay." His mother made no reply or gave any response, and the guy was about to repeat it to make sure she'd heard him, when she turned away from the pot she was stirring and said calmly, "You're gay, doesn't that mean you have oral sex with other men?" The guy said nervously, "Uh, yeah, Mum, that's right." His mother went back to stirring the pot, then suddenly whirled around and WHACKED him over the head with her spoon and said, "Don't you EVER complain about the taste of my cooking again!"
I've been reading all these peoplez posts about going to Puerto Rico on Memorial Day and I'm hella jealous.I never been,but I have dated a Rican or 2 or 3 in my day and I had one of my worst experiences with one. It was a couple of years ago back when I'd first learn of that summer's addiction,the chatline. I had been on for at least 40 minutes when I got a message from a deep voiced rough sounding papi.He said my voice was sexy and my stats sounded on point.We talked for about 15 minutes before he said we should meet up.I learned that he was a former boxer that teaches martial arts.He's 25,6'2",180 lbs, muscular,braids,nice ass and a fat dick.I was open,or soon to be.We met up at a McDonald's around his way in Harlem.He had a gorgeous face with a cut above his right eye,juicy lips and a nose ring.I was open.We ate and we talked about Britney Spears whom I was a dancer for at the time.He asked did I wanna go back to his place to look at his big ass t.v. I went. When we got to his apartment I could hear the barking of what sounded like a HUGE friggin dog,he sensed my hesitation and said he was very friendly.I got inside and and his house was gorgeous,he turned on the big ass t.v. and put on a porno,lit some candles and asked could he massage me.He did.His strong calloused hands felt mad good against my back,he pulled down my pants and boxers and proceeded to feel on my ass and kiss my ass and lick my ass and well y'know,the tongue went in and out a couple of times.Then out of nowhere his big ass pitbull comes from out the living room and jumps on the bed barking inches from my face almost literally scaring the shit out of me,which would not have been good for the rican.The rican kept telling the dog to shutdafuckup but not knowing english the dog ain't listen.I said just put him in the bathroom."WHAAAAT?I treat my dogs like I treat people,how bout I put you in the bathroom?The mood was gone and that's where I was going.I jumped up to put my clothes on and he said where the fuck you going?He turned on the light and said I was actin like a bitch.I looked around his room for something to beat the shit out of him with if needed,and before I could say Jackie Chan.The Rican had a sword in his hand,yes a real fucking sword.He said to lay down or he was gonna slice me a couple of times.I said no and he cut a line right through his bed sheets on the bed with no effort.I told him I would yell help and he said go ahead.I did. He said louder.I did.Nothing.So I put on my shirt,left my shoes,and made a dash to the door.The dog was right there growling.I was just a skinny ass fuckin punk back then so I said what do you want,he said to lay down,I said put down the sword,he did.I layed.He started kssing on my neck and I was repulsed,he told me to take my pants off and I did.He started suckin on my chest and I got hard.Yup my dick betrayed me.He pulled down my boxers and said "see this is all I wanted to do"He sucked me off better than anyone ever, till I came and then told me to get out.I left.Last time I ever called that shit.
One of my friends pointed out to me that the 1st and 3rd cartoon characters at the top of my page look just like Me and Holiday and that shit is so true,it's similar in color and style and Holiday's eyes a lil. Joke o' the Day A gay man was walking along the beach at Fire Island when he stumbled upon a Genie's lamp. He picked it up and rubbed it, and lo-and-behold, out popped a gay genie. The Genie said, "Hey Girl, wassup?" The amazed man asked if he got three wishes. "Nope, just one...due to inflation, constant downsizing, low wages, third-world countries, my new pumps pinching my big toes, and fierce global competition, I can only grant you one wish. So...what'll it be? The complete set of Tyson Cane videos? A copy of the Marilyn Monroe Happy Birthday Mr. President sequined dress in your size with matching shoes?" The man shook his head 'no', and didn't hesitate. He said, "I want peace in the Middle East. See this map? I want these countries to stop fighting with each other." The Genie looked at the map and shrieked, "Miss Thaaaaaang, I don't think so, not in this lifetime!! These countries have been at war for thousands of years. I'm good, but not THAT good! I don't think it can be done. Make another wish." The man thought for a minute and said, "Well, I've never been able to find the right man, you know, one that's considerate and fun, warm and affectionate, gorgeous, is well endowed, only wants sex from me, doesn't do drugs or drink too much, has a great job with a good income, likes to cook and helps with the housecleaning, and gets along with my family, doesn't watch sports all the time, and tells me I always look fabulous, and is great in bed. That's what I wish for... the perfect guy to have as my lover." The Genie let out a long sigh, clutched his hand to his heart and said, "Oh Miss Thang... let me see that map again."
Last night I met up with the Terrell,he's the stranger that called me and said we met at a club a couple of months ago.I usually can't stand when guys do that but I was curious as to who the hell didn't think I was cute enough to call back the next day.We met up at Junior's in Brooklyn which is actually home of the best cheesecake in all the east coast.He wasn't really my type,a little on the heavy side and a little too fem acting but I was nice because he seemed to be open off of me.He had a cheesebuger deluxe and I had a grilled chicken salad because I'm watching what I eat due to my big auditions next week(Both auditions are for the BET Awards,one is for my girl Ciara,I love her and if all goes well I'll be touring with her as one of her dancers)Anyaway I found out that big boy,"my date", got my number from someone else I gave it to at the club that night,he said that guy had a boyfriend and that's why he didn't call.I was still polite I told him I have a boyfriend and that he's not my type,he said what's your type? I said why?You got another fucking friend?Dinner was over. Hate it when guys: Call me months lata expecting me to still be interested. Lie about little shit like age,dick size,education,or their name. Call me stuck up because I don't want their corny ass. Pass my phone number off like I'm their freakin ho. Tell me they love me after the first night. Don't know how to hug,kiss,fuck or get fucked and not willing to learn. Try to buy my affection with cheap shit. Assume because I'm good-looking that I'm not looking for the same. Ask me when was the last time I had sex? Lie and say we fucked because somehow it makes you look good.
A quick joke: This beautiful woman one day walks into a doctors office and the doctor is bowled over by how stunningly awesome she is. All his professionallism goes right out the window... He tells her to take her pants, she does, and he starts rubbing her thighs. "Do you know what I am doing?" asks the doctor? "Yes, checking for abnormalities." she replies. He tells her to take off her shirt and bra, she takes them off. The doctor begins rubbing her breasts and asks, "Do you know what I am doing now?", she replies, "Yes, checking for cancer." Finally, he tells her to take off her panties, lays her on the table, gets on top of her and starts having sex with her. He says to her, "Do you know what I am doing now?" She replies, "Yes, getting herpies - thats why I am here!"
I've been so damn busy this week trying to study and help Holiday plan her classy ass sleepover.I remember when sleepovers were just a sleeping bag and some music and some snacks.This shit was an affair.Caterer&massages&manicures&strippers&gifts it was all that. I mos def recommend hanging out with a bunch of rich girls for the weekend.I learned a lot and had a lot of fun and made some new friends. I got a call this morning from a guy I met at a club a couple of months ago.From what I remember I don't think we fucked(a phrase said oh too much in gay life). I was on my way to class so I couldn't talk but he said he wanted to hang out with me tonight so we'll see what happens.I've been so horny lately,I'm hoping that his ass is cute.Me and Maurice have a good fuck life but it's getting "pre-dick" table,meaning I know how it's gonna be before we even start.It's still good sex but I need some spice.I remember I had a boyfriend that used to love to role play,he went as far as to borrow apartments from his friends to have different locations.I remember I was playing the role of a straight boy from the Dominican Republic that spoke no english and would do anything for a place to sleep.His favorite scenes usually included something where he was gonna be robbed,raped or tied up.Was he crazy for wanting that or me for doing it? As I sip the last of this glass of Merlot(I used to love Heinekens,now my broke ass drinks Merlot..lololol) let's just send out some good vibes that I get either some good ass,dick or dare I say both.A bruh needs some relief.
I had a good time last night.I was hanging out with my best friend Tim,he's a personal trainer-stripper-part time porn actor.We went out to the movies to see Crash,which we both loved.Then we went out to somewhere I haven't been in about two years,The Village. It was nothing like how I remembered.Gone was that dirty feeling of something naughty was happening somewhere,either in a car or in one of the back streets,or in the video stores.Gone was the long,narrow dark strip along the West Side Highway known as The Pier.I mean it's there but it's all cleaned up,bright and gorgeous.Gone was the people I knew I can count on being out there,telling somebody off,dancing and talking shit bout life and dicks;they were replaced with the babyfaced teens and pre teens that look too young to be hanging out that late on a school night and I believe I saw gang members???!.I felt like an immigrant in the land I once called home.Let me take you back in time for a minute. August 2000- I'm 17 years old.A rush of excitement comes over me as I get off the 1 train at Christopher Street along with some guys that you would have sworn were straight but only wear the mask of"thug acting" till they reach this stop.I walk slowly up the stairs not to miss who's coming or going. The first person I'm greeted by is a drug dealer "treez son, I got those treez" is the familiar song sang by the cuties with a pocket of that good shit.I walk to the bank next door to the train station, not to take out money but to look at my reflection through the window to make sure my gear is tight and I look good before heading down that runway I call Christopher Street.I have a cute walk,sexy expresssion,and a lollipop as my weapons of mass seduction.I smile as this cutie is giving me the eye as I walk right past him.I can't stop and talk,there will be people as cute and cuter than him as I "pump" down the rest of the runway.2 queens walk by me,"I know dat bitch,she think she all dat" the other says "his braids are cute tho" I continue tward the pier as if a magnet is pulling me there.A drag queen is arguing with another because she is looking at her the wrong way.The street is crowded and you have to squeeze past folk as they gather in front of the bar known as Chi-Chi's.There is some touching as you walk through,some wanted some less wanted but it's all part of the experience and who am I to complain? I hear people talkin to me through the crowds and cars slowing down to talk to me and other cuties that they see as "the poor sad pedestrians just lookin for some tired old man to give them a ride". "Treez, son I got those treez" "Pssss shortie,can I talk to you?" "Miss thing you know what time it is?" "Rigo!" I've made it to the end of the block and see my friends across the 2 fast and furious streets known as the West Side Highway.I'm now at the pier and I'm greeted by friends that have congregated on one of the concrete structures to talk shit and dance and sing and just be young and carefree.It was cool because it was a place where we can be ourselves,we were still too young for the bars and clubs so the pier was our hangout.There was no judgements about being gay,there were judgements and "critiques" on everything else tho from the way you tie your shoes to the way say the word shoes,bitches...lol I miss that shit.
I have been crazeeee busy with school and work and had no time to even think about blogging.So today I'll update. School is really busting my ass.I know it'll all be worth it(so I'm told) when I graduate. Love life could be so much better.I am very happy with my baby Maurice,but since my little fling with Jose I've noticed that our relationship needs some fire. Work is cool but Holiday has really been taking on a lot of projects latley so that means we are taking on a lot of projects,some are fun and some are a lot of fucking work. I have an audition for to be one of the dancers for two artists at the upcoming BET Awards,Ciara is one and the other I can't say yet because I think it's gonna be a surprise.Ciara is one of my favorites out right now and I'd love the chance to perform and maybe go on tour with her,so wish me luck. My fling with Jose also got me craving another roll in the hay*that's a stupid term*with someone.I know I'm perpetuating the gay stereotype of us being unable to commit but shit, me and my "boyfriend"have a mutual understanding,we're both adults,and we both are safe.We have some spoken and unspoken rules about this shit. No keeping flings and other dates from each other. If we find someone we like better on a physical and emotional level we cannot stop the other from going,we were not meant to be. No going away with the other person. No 3somes,it's too weird for me. NEVER FUCK WITHOUT A CONDOM. No taking another date to one of our spots. No double fucking,don't call the other for sex when you've had sex with another person. No dating friends of the other. Either me and Maurice found the key to our happiness or we just fucked up our future together.Either way,right now today I am happy having him in my life.He's sweet&cute&rich&smart as hell&creative and cultured,he's the total opposite of everybody I ever dated and I like it.
I am more than a personal assistant to a scandalous rich girl.I am more than a former background dancer.I am more than a collegiate gay clubber.I am more than a sexually addicted,hot boy from New York by way of the Dominican Republic.Psyche! That's all I am.