Hypocrite?

Here is one I found while scourging adam4adam and craig's list. Two very different views. On the one hand I'm a hungry whore, on the other hand I hear this town has a reputation and I am on here to make friends. Make up your mind. You'll never work for Goldman-Sachs. They are decisive. Gold toilet or platinum? Duh! Gold. It's the same color as piss. Which I bet you're....I'm going to be classy and not say it.

Blast from the past

Here is one mostly for comedy purposes. Who is going to open this up and think that's a new picture? The 80's were hard on all of us. I was born in the 80's, so I know what I'm talking about. Potty training, kindergarten and dating black men with fro's while I sport my mullet. I blame Ronald Reagan.

Here is my first example:
What is the point of the rant? He spent his entire profile explaining that he's a drama queen (notice the CAPS) and at the end, he tells people to go menstruate somewhere else. I for one find this to be very insulting. I menstruate where I please. I love the start though: hey guys, xoxo. It says, I'm nice, then it goes into, where's my caps lock BITCH! I wonder how many answer to this one? I'm pretty sure quite a few do, sadly. Keep on douchebag. I'll be sitting over here with my maxipad...with WINGS!!!!!!!!!!

Debating

I've been debating if I should use my blog to put f*ed up ads guys post on adam4adam and gay.com, as well as craig's list. I'm not feeling creative, but I think this could get the juices flowing (pun really not intended). I find it funny that guys post ads like "looking for friends only" then post a giant picture of their ass. I also find it funny when guys write things like "I'm lukin 4 da one". I used to think we gay men are smarter than the average bear. I've found out in my many years of being on these seedy websites, that is not the case. So, let me finish my beer, and we'll see. More to come? (Notice I didn't write cum? That's because I'm not retarded).

Do you take the red pill or the blue pill?

Mental illness is a very hot topic these days. The days of crazy versus sane are gone. People are now depressed, manic depressive, schizoaffective, borderline, narcissistic, and it's hard to find, but just plain crazy. I don't know where I fall lately. I want to pigeonhole myself in order to make the process of coming back to reality a little easier but there are no titles to describe my emotions. I suppose I can try. Empty, deluded, roller-coaster, sad, apathetic, caffeinated, sexless, and more importantly lost. A friend of mine lost one of his old buddies in the military, an old friend of mine is off to Afghanistan and yet another friend is off to D.C. to start a new life. My sedentary lifestyle (oh god..why can't work and school begin again) also leads one to have too much time to think. If the brain is a muscle, mine looks much like Louie Anderson. The problem is not how I feel. These feelings will pass, at some point. They always do. I'm a chameleon, really. I change my colors in order to blend in with my surroundings. The problem is who will I hurt along the way.
An old friend of mine recently wanted to mend old wounds and put the past behind us. Could I? I'm so hurt by everything around me, I fear that it is much easier to hold on to the hurt and at least use that hatred to hold on to some sort of remnants of emotion. Working and studying in a mental health field, you come to realize that people do not let go of their emotions for fear of not knowing a replacement. It is hard to replace fear and hatred with love and forgiveness, especially when you've held on to that fear and hatred for so long. I hate going out lately. Being a gay man, like i've said before, is like being a teenage girl for the rest of your life. I see them, you know, talking. They chat and make idle conversation. The engines are always idling, waiting for someone to get in, go for a ride and then drop you off at your house. I don't think I have the mental capacity to deal with that. In the early years I was Mr. Socialite. I loved it. I'm a Capricorn and we're natural climbers, albeit in my case I should have focused on my career. We are pioneers and want to reach the pinnacle of anything we do. I perhaps pinnacled (is that a word?) and now I'm on a slow decline. I wear creams for old people. I don't wake up from a hangover and ten minutes later move on with my life (honestly how am I alive? Days of drinking and the next day I bounce back and go pick up auntie for lunch). Now I have to do this whole routine just to look human. I don't have the capacity of being friends with this old friend. He lives in the world of catty bitches and drama loving homos. I love drama. Trust me, I do, but lately I've been to lazy to put up much of a fight against catty bitches. I just sit there and think...you're gonna be a 50 year old lonely homo sleazing around bars trying to pick up 25 year olds at some point. Just give up the ghost. GIVE IT UP! Defeat, yes. Battle, yes. War, no.

No computer...no blog

For the past 3 weeks I have been living without internet access. My laptop was sent off to some strange place in Illinois to get manhandled by another man and eventually fixed. Something about not having wireless, which in this day and age is outrageous. Well it is fixed now. Sort of. They wiped out my programs, etc. I had to reinstall everything from skype to an illegal program that helps me deauthorize DVD's. I'm just kidding about the dvd program. ehem. Anyway, I realized how much I need the internet. It was 3am, I'm watching stargate atlantis and I could not remember if I had seen a certain actor playing gay in a movie. It turns out it was Kavan Smith and the answer is no, meaning the delusion is in my head. Granted, I could go to the public library and use their internet, but the idea of reading my email with a bunch of transients seemed less favorable than just not using the internet. Things have been okay. Jessica will be leaving soon to the big D.C. where I'm sure she will hobknob with politicians and transients, perhaps even start her own political scandal. I abhor the idea of making new friends after she leaves. I was happy in my cocoon of Jessica. She's witty, smart, beautiful and most of all always ready for a great conversation. What will I do without her?
Perhaps, get a job...I know I know. It seems like something I should do even while she's here but with all that time on my hands, I'm willing to get a job at 7-11. Teaching has never panned out the way I wanted it too. I hate teaching. It's a loathsome and wretched profession. It is underpaid and overappreciated. I have my dog Ella, but she's a dog. I'm still finding somewhere in my cold heart to love her. I take her to the vet, care for her, feed her, things like that, but when I look into her brown chihuahua eyes, all I see is a dog. A dog that perhaps I would be devastated to be without, but unhappy with. I know, I'm heartless. I can't help it. She's always getting in trouble, never docile and always hyper and just right now I had to stop her from eating lint off the floor. That's probably why I hated teaching.It's like taking care of 20 Ella's. I signed up to be a substitute teacher next school year, but August 24th is just a few weeks away and already I feel the pangs of hatred for the job. Thankless and overpaid, which is somewhat appealing, until a kid calls you a "faggot" and throws his books at you. Welcome back to Hell, I think. I have been looking for a receptionist job but who the hell wants a male secretary/office clerk/receptionist. That's a woman's job (I live in an ignorant town). It's late and I'm tired from putting together my new dining room table. It's great. counter height. I feel like i'm on top of the world. Until some little fuck calls me a faggot and throws his book bag at me.

YSaC, Vol. 313: Then again, Fergie is probably a spawn of Satan as well.

YSaC, Vol. 313: Then again, Fergie is probably a spawn of Satan as well.


I laughed so hard I peed.