My bday back in December

The shoe and box were actually a cake. Tell me the people in my life don't really know me LOL!

Been A While

Wow, I forgot all about this blog. Chicago has given me a life offline that's much better than I imagined. Anybody out there?

Walking on air (or at least not cussing somebody out)

I don't know about the rest of the world, but when avorite artists have new music out, I'm on cloud 9. And right now, it's a very high cloud indeed. First, Bilal came with "Airtight's Revenge". Then Donell Jones put out "Lyrics". Now, my girl Faith Evans just dropped, "Something About Faith. Lord knows I love that chick. In my mind, she and Mary J. are inextricably linked together. Her albums haven't had the same quality of material, but her talent is just as undeniable.

All 3 have had their fair share of drama and nonsense, which has taken the focus off the music, which is where it should be. As a fan, I'm glad they're still doing it up for grown folks like me. Not to knock the new wave, like Drake or Nicki Minaj, but I just can't roll with that bullshit. All I need is some new deep house music and I'm set for the winter to come.

The NBA is about to jump off too, so my nights in will be good to go. I'm cutting out all that going out I did last year. It was fun, I met some good people and had great times, but it's never been my scene. I'll make my little appearances and before shuffling to the gym, then home. Unless, it's a buffet - in that case, count my black ass all the way in LOL

I'm excited to finally be getting back to being somewhat healthy enough to play continuous sports. After playing regular monday night hoops, I've joined a flag football league which is fun, if not full of the same drama that basketball has, just different people. I'm convinced that most of it comes from gay men dating/screwing each other and/or each other's mates or being rejected by someone. Which is why I keep it 100 & tell folks that I'm just there to play ball and have fun. I'm not looking to break up cat fights or arrange secret rendezvous's. But, my cleat game has stepped up something lovely though hehehe.

ignorance lives on

I hate to offend anyone (actually, I don't give a crap - especially all you hypocritical church queers), but America was NOT founded as a Christian nation. All these people up in arms about a mosque being built NEAR ground zero (not ON, as is often erroneously said) need to chill the EFF out. Someone of every faith (as well as atheist) was a victim of that horrible tragedy. No religious belief should have preference over the other when people start doling out empathy and regret. Confusing the religion with the deranged belief of the perpetrators of the crime is not only irrational, but stupid as well. I understand sensitivity, but not at the cost of promoting ignorance.

Negro Please

Seriously, this is a joke right? Wyclef (aka Puffy with a guitar) is running for the Haitian presidency. I don't know if this speaks more about his self importance or the ineptitude of the Haitian government. All I know is I won't be listening to the swearing in concert, regardless. And isn't he still trying to calm his wife down from the last infidelity debacle? Dude was paying his executive 'assistant' over $100K (guess it's expensive to find a bitch to tell him his music didn't suck) for a position she wasn't qualified for (although we now know what positions she WAS qualified for). Um, that sounds extra suspect to me, your honor. Then his stupid ass, I mean, loving wife found nude pics of homegirl on his phone. When will these people ever learn. Hell, I have absolutely NO fame, power, wealth or even a boyfriend, and even I know not to keep risque pics on the celly. He'll prolly win in a landslide.

Blogger Missing

Hey, I heard there was a blog around here. By this one dude. Used to live in FL, now he's in the Chi. Ever heard of him? Hmmm, no? Dang, me neither. Actually, word on the street is that he tried Twitter, but got tired of it in 2 seconds. I think the twitter page led me to a FB account, but I'm not sure how reliable that info is. I'll see if I can locate him. "Yo, buddy!"

Damn, I haven't posted a blog in a little bit. Not that anyone is sitting around holding their breath and stopping their lives for me. I've been working like a mug (which is good) and having no time for anything else (not so good). I can't believe the year is almost half over. And I can say without a doubt, that I'm a different person (for the better in most cases) than I was when it first started. I went on a date with a friend of a friend. Nice guy, very successful and good looking, but a bit transient in nature so after some nice making out, I told him that we can't do anything more because I'd at least like the option of fooling myself into thinking that something significant may happen. And the last time I checked, reality had a hell of a strong hold on my thinking.

Pride(s) are right around the corner and I'm more excited than I was last year. I was a nervous wreck then, but now I'm just stoked to see some of the out of town friends visiting. Plus, I've opened my mind to not over thinking things (all the time at least) or dumbing down issues that shouldn't be. In any event, life is okay and I know that I have to be the one to make it better. I'm okay with that.

Freaky Tales

I don't know what's going on, but my mind has been stuck on sex lately. I mean all the dirty types of sex that I never talk about or even imply has been forming a virtual movie in my head. Believe it or not, I've never been a freak. Or even freaky. Don't get it twisted; my performances have all been good. Heck, I'd even say great; but I haven't been on that level where people look at me and say that I exude some sort of sexual energy. I'm sure no one can see it now, but it's there. To the point where I'm getting a hard on typing this because my shirt is rubbing my nipple just so. And since we're here, I'm just gonna be adult with it.

There is this group of big muscled brothers at the gym. They always come in packs, dressed in baggy clothes and Timbs - which they actually work out in. I know they get down; they always seem to look a little too long. I also know that most overly muscled/big boned dudes love to get that ass pounded. I almost walked up to one the other day to say, "You know I can talk too, right?" Later in the locker room, this white dude came out the shower and I just know that ass couldn't have been all his; he had to have bought it. Plump, with the towel draped over it. I actually looked twice, which I never do.

Well, somebody (not the shower dude or one of the big muscled brothers) must have sensed something and initiated a conversation. The normal "Hey, how much longer, can I work in between your sets?" routine. Only he introduced himself and held out his hand. Hmmm, name and hand shake, eh? I think I know what this might be about. I've seen him before, but it's not like he'd immediately popped up on my radar. We talked about this and that before my stomach started grumbling. When he heard it (it was LOUD lol), we started talking about food. Then he told me about some place close that he always goes to that's pretty good. I just knew he wanted to go there, but I had to be at work and didn't have time to chill, so I told him that and dipped to the sauna and then shower. Before I walked off, he said, "We've gotta go there one day, you'll like it."

I haven't seen him since last week and since we didn't exchange any real info, it's not like there was a specific date mapped out. But, lordy, the image of that hot ass in those sweat pants could move the pope buy condoms. Nice, tight and firm; probably sweaty, hot and shaking underneath that thin material. I'm almost certain, he wasn't wearing any underwear the way his dick seemed to pop while he did triceps pull downs. I could have licked him all over right there. He's a hot guy, now that I've actually taken a good look at him. It's just that there's this problem with things right now that make it difficult. Complicated. Dammit, why is my timing is always off?!