One week DM anniversary
It was a shitty day in the office and a brilliant night on the Stadium. Had to use my sad Sagem myX5-2 for the blurry pictures on site. Reach out and touch faith!
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Entering the sign of my ascendent
Truth is I am choosing the best presents for me. See how you can read that in different ways?
Don’t forget to fill in my
Johari window (see
previous post)
The floor is yours
I have always thought the others are running your life to a larger or smaller extent. Sometimes it is nice, sometimes not so much. In a system equally based on differences and resemblances, the individual has to make it through both affirming the persona and subduing to beg for collective acceptance. Where do I stand? I have been praised and accused for being both a whore and a diplomat when the rest of the world is concerned. So, what do YOU think?
You have the floor. After that, we can check
here how deep goes our cognitive dissonance when I am the topic.
Hot and gay, but not related
I have been asked about my opinion on this. Well, I always knew it was Mother’s fault! I tend to believe that the action of hormones and antibodies while in the womb could mess with the sexual differentiation of the brain. It must be all chemistry about us, right? I do fit the profile, having an elder (straight) brother.
Secondly, I am amazed Pinocchio has published two days in a row! This is indeed a rare phenomenon. Reading it I was enlightened as regards to visits referred from Andrei Gheorghe’s forum, but did not have the energy to register yet a new account.
This has brought to my mind how one can read X-Men 3 in a gay key. If there were a cure for homosexuality, I wouldn’t be interested, simply because there is nothing wrong with me. Or, maybe, there is, but it doesn’t have to do with being gay.
I asked Vava last night why is she reading my blog. Apparently there is constantly something new here and I am a good friend. I am not convinced 
About the first part.
I have been experiencing a need for recognition lately. It is not professional, but affective. I love it when people miss me. I am sick 
Another famous character from the public arena has asked me “So what is the thing with having a profile that says no sex pictures, on a sex site? Tell me, is this the new thing? If so, tell me, I want to know the trend.” Yes, I do have one of those. And it is not for sex hook ups. It just satisfies my rock star personality craving for attention. It is also a good source of information for anthropological observation of the gay community in the wild.
Third time is a charm
Yesterday I managed to avoid two accidents, one with an Audi and one with a Peugeot, both larger cars, both times their fault, and park safely, only to find my right rear mirror cracked by a dick head driver this morning. No thank you note.
I am not high
Vava would say “Tell me your plan to know how God will laugh about you”. God must be rolling on the floor laughing right now, after yesterday I was planning to arrive late, which I did, and leave shortly from work. I was practically one step out of the door when a last minute fax requesting impossible documentation arrived. I am since immersed in providing evidence. Some of it dusty, so are most archives, some of it is mush. I am talking voices from the past here. Anyway the deadline is quite impossible and so far I am good on promises.
On the bright side, a rare posting. Speakers of Romanian will be able to realize why I love this guy. The post is called Normality.
Also, happy sad news, it’s PidJin’s Marathon week! The author is confined at home with… chickenpox. I find that truly ironic.
Did I want to update my blog list or did I want to update my blog list? So far I have erased a couple of outdated links. Mind you I am keeping track with RSS. New posts will get you back on the list. Also a couple of new discoveries. Soon.
Mapping my thoughts in reverse
(This post contains words some might find objectionable)
Mom called and wake me up. Dizzy and not fully recovered from my all night Cinderella dancing night, I was to learn she plans to send Fornetti’s with my sister-in-law. From Timisoara to Bucharest, because “I hate the idea of not sending you anything”. But, Mom, there is no point in sending me Fornetti. I am not a particular fan of them, I can find them in Bucharest at practically any street corner. For my international readers this the equivalent of your mother sending you Burger King or Mac. I love my Mom.
I lie in bed naked but wrapped in sheets and I imagine I am sexy and irresistible. As I develop the fantasy and caress the neck of my boyfriend I fall asleep. I wake up, there is coffee. I write this.
Five a.m. The road is done. They started the works during the day, technically yesterday and they were still working when I left to the club. I am impressed.
I am hot and sweaty and I am dancing pretty much by myself. I imagine I am sexy, and I can keep the rhythm pretty well. The compliments I get are “I like your sleeveless t-shirt”, it reads AYOR, and “Finally, a good dancer. You hear the music and imagine it plays for you”. This one is a girl. I have known her for ages, but I did not recognize her because of her new army like haircut and because of my social myopia. I dance so much better when I know people like me. She is probably the nicest person in the club. Later on my body throbs on the last tunes, for me, of the night, Madonna, and this guy comes and pastes himself against me moving slow, slower that I would on that tune. “Hi, I am (insert first name here)”. He tries to grope me, I move away, He tries to move his hands under my t-shirt. Surprised with this kind of success I am not used to, I say “NO!” and dance my dance away. He smiles, I say “How are you”, he goes “Fine, I am drunk”. I say “Next time say hi before you gather momentum”. He drifts away. Nobody ever comes to me in the club, unless I am with friends, and then nothing. And when I am on my own, people must find me unapproachable, cold, distant, self-conceited. Must be the blue eyes blond hair thing. I, on the other hand, I think I am very friendly.
French pastry shop, because the Da Vinci coffee shop is closed. How do these people think business on Saturday night? The Da Vinci ones, not the pastry! They were very nice, hence the generous tip. Talking shows and gay with R. Our forth conversation for the day. First conversation on the phone 35 minutes, second one still on the phone 18 minutes, first conversation before Joaquin Cortes show, and now this three hours. That is a lot of conversation. I think it is her main hobby. She says movies on DVD at home. We debated
Brokeback Mountain, I recommended
Transamerica.
Joaquin Cortes IS sexy, but not my type, if I ever had one. Might be less tall than hysteric women at his show imagine, but nevertheless an accomplished dancer, the house gave him standing ovations countless times. I found the opening act a bit pathetic, only to find later from my famous actress friend he stars in a telenovela. And then all was clear to me: the telenovela got to his head.
Depeche Mode. National Stadium. Dirty seats covered in sun-flower seed peals, worth 30 euro each. Now, little side note, the sun flower seed is the favourite junk food of Romanian football fans. I imagine Steaua fans are no different. Back to Depeche. I liked
Home, when the stadium became a sea of light: lighter, cell phones and my laser. No less,
I feel you and
Personal Jesus, which
Stingo immediately sent to me. Reach out and touch faith! Disliked the body warmth of the crowd and the bis. Next stop, Fat Boy Slim.
Previously my day in the office was 100% crap. It all culminated when TN demanded apologies for me being five minutes late. I felt like shit. And I apologized.
The editorial in Tabu this month reminded me of the joke with the ghosts and grave digger “We laugh, we joke, but we don’t leave the premises”. Catinca Roman says about GayFest 2006, approximate quote, “It was the organizers fault to push for gay marriage, but they shouldn’t have messed with this institution. The gays in this country are more or less experimenting, and the gay couple are very unstable”. Hello! Ever wonder why? So much for the gayfriendlyness of Tabu.
Finally, to give you an idea about my complex personality and doings, let me inform you I have finally cleaned the floors and washed the toilet. Yeap, seat included!
LATER edit: Vodafone sucked for being the main sponsor at the DM concernt, but lacking the coverage on site. And flamenco boots must be about the ugliest boots, and that s the opinion of a shoe addidct.
Little flipper reads No grab and I agree
I am sooo severely hangovered. But 12 year old Johnnie is good on the rocks. I clearly missed practice.
V for victory or 0 like in zero
Could I shed my skin please? Is defenestration an option? Does anyone doubt the power of allergy? My running nose, a personal marathon, while everybody is partying at the beach. I hate being disappointed. It messes with my sleeping pattern.
My day in 123 words, except for the title
Jerk it, be late, have fun, get screwed, workout, get the point, miss the point, be hot, piss off, be pissed without getting pissed, be pissed off, be rejected, ignore, feel like a worthless day is done and over with.
Gotan Project started later and ended sooner than expected. All in all they were correct and moving, but the audience were somehow inert. I guess that happens when a ticket is anywhere from 30 to 50 bucks, you get the stiff upper lip of society in the concert hall. They don’t feel the music, nor the need to dance, they experience an audition. That doesn’t imply neither of the following: chanting, singing along, keeping the rhythm. Is anybody surprised there was no bis?
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