Filed under: Quantum Kirk
* I know I mentioned in my last post that this article would be about my ‘perils in the personals,’ but I got ahead of myself. Two more installments (including this one) before we get there. My apologies.
Other than going to the bars, I didn’t have much to do the summer I moved to Arlington. School didn’t start for a few months and I didn’t have a job yet. I spent a lot of time reading and watching movies; my old standbys.
In between the movies and books, I was also trying my luck at telephone personals as well as personals in gay-friendly periodicals. It was exciting to check my “mailbox” via the telephone, but it took time.
During that time, I would spend some of my afternoons in the park behind my apartment complex. It was peaceful and there were rarely any people there during the week. One day, while I was sitting in one of the swings, reading (the ultimate avoidance technique pre-cellphone), a man and his Chow emerged from the dense woods that surrounded the north and east sides of the park. There are apartment complexes on the other side of these woods, so it’s not all that strange. The guy, on the other hand is another story… Continue reading
I‘ve decided to occasionally write a series of posts about my recent exercise (walking) jag. This is the debut installment.
So I’ve opted to go walking earlier than later. I know that’s probably a no-brainer for most of you, but when you have an aversion to the public at large, you tend to think outside the norm. Well, in this case, I settled because though the park is totally void of people during the day, it is also sweltering. Thus, my schedule change from 2pm to roughly 9am.
My route begins and ends at the bridge. I normally start walking westward, even though that means I have to encounter my arch nemesis (pun intended), the steep incline, about 50 meters in. It dawned on me the other day that if I walked east instead of west, I could avoid having to walk up it ever again, but I tell myself I need the challenge. My hamstrings beg to differ. Continue reading
Filed under: Life
Okay, I hesitate even mentioning this, because I have a history of folding faster than a Chinese laundromat (sorry), BUT I am attempting to lose some weight…again.
In all honesty, I haven’t really TRIED tried for a long time. I unintentionally lost some weight (isn’t that the best?) when I started working again, around 4 years ago. Previous to that, I’d been in hermit-mode two years prior, so when I DID start working again and walking around that big-ass store, naturally I lost some weight. I took a pedometer to work for a few months and it turned out that I walked at least 3-4 miles every single day, just going about my business. Nice! Continue reading
aet Archie! A few weeks ago I blogged about Archie Comics introducing their first gay character this September. Well, predictably, the outrage has already begun. Cue the Facebook group: Gay Archie comics can stay away from me, thanks. Like their group description states: “Who wants that in there home…” Naturally, their primary concern is “the children.” I couldn’t help but find the group’s main page image more than a little amusing. A friend and I were debating whether or not it was intentional. I feel like because the group is so anti-gay AND their grammar skills aren’t A-1, it could be accidental. Whatever the case, it’s funny.
Hanging out with my friend, ‘C’ and his housemates proved to be educational (home-schooled educational, not ivy league educational). I remember being curious about how the whole bar scene ‘worked.’ Since I was new to the gay bar scene, I wondered how do you meet people? If you see someone you like, how do you let them know? Was it like in the movies, where you buy someone a drink? I had no idea. I was soon schooled in a real world environment (the gar bar). The quality of the education was somewhat questionable however. What they were telling me flew in the face of what seemed natural, and looking back, I cringe at some of the “techniques” I was taught. For example…
One of ‘C’s’ friends told me (complete with demonstration) that if I saw someone I was interested in, that I should “cruise” them (AKA stare them down). According to him, if they stared back, they were interested, then one or the other would approach and things would (or wouldn’t) progress from there. As I watched him stare a hole through some guy, I cringed, thinking to myself that this was just WAY too overt…and kinda fruity. It must have worked though, since I always ended up flying solo. The few people I attempted to talk to, were either not interested or were just there to ‘hook up.’ Naturally, I had my share of the foul-breathed Geritol Generation, and cornered the market on attracting flamers, drunks and fancy pants. A gift (read curse) I still possess to this day. Continue reading
Filed under: Dirty Birdy
Okay, normally my “Dirty Birdies” are a little more mean than this, but I thought I would share anyway, since I haven’t posted one for a while.
If you’ve been reading the blog, you know how my dad likes to conveniently omit the fact that when he makes lunch plans with me, that he is bringing a ‘gal pal’ (refer to My Dinner With Cookié). He did this last time as well, but he ended up canceling that lunch date because he had forgotten a previous engagement. Continue reading