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Nikon CoolPix S5

For Alexsander ... my new cam :)

Muscle Through It

Mmmm.... I have been craving a hamburger for like weeks.  Not some shitty piece of "meat' from Burger King or the like, but one freshly cooked on a grill and I got it.  That thick piece of meat I have been hoping for, lol.  After countless hours baking in the sun and enjoying the views of Boston, running through cold water showers (even though the temp was 95 today, the water is ice), I got my weeks craving, and some Brahma (Brasilian beer perfect for a hot day).  And a tan, just in time for NYC Pride and Alegria.  I also started reading the new book I recently picked up called Death in Brazil which so far is awesome... 

I had to work Saturday night, my last art opening in the forseeable future, but afterwards I headed to see Nacho Libre.  Jack Black has never been my thing but I was in the mood for stupid comedy and I have to say that the movie was definitely entertaining, and he is actually pretty funny.  I definitely laughed out loud at times but mainly at his sidekick Latin friend.  He is pretty much made the brunt of many very "wrong" jokes but it was all in midly good taste, lol.  Surprisingly the theater wasn't ridiculously out of control. 

The other exciting news for the weekend, it felt like a big one for some reason, was that I picked up a Nikon 7mpixel camera that is about the size of a credit card.  It is mega hot and mega needed since my old Elph was getting old and is nearly 3mp and since I am about to take a trip to NYC for Pride, Florida for 4th of July, and then apt hunt, I thought a very small handy hot cam was needed.  It was on sale and will provide many more pics of my life, like the nice one of the hamburger above.  Mmm.. haha!

Pride !

Thanks to Made in Brazil for posting photos of hot boys from Sao Paulo pride.  Only four days until NYC pride.  Me and my new cam will be there.   yay!

Sao Paulo's Gay Pride parade broke a new record this year bringing over 2.5 million people to Avenida Paulista, according to official information. In its 10th edition, it has become the biggest gay event in the world.

Transamerica, review

Transamerica was a spectacular movie. It was incredibly powerful, emotionally stirring, and spoke to me on so many levels about the power of love. Not that I am unfamiliar with it. Felicity Huffman did a brilliant job. She deserved the Best Actress award from the Academy, and not just at the Golden Globes. Transamerica is advertised as a comedy but somehow I think they are a little misguided with the labeling. I did laugh out loud a few times but still... it is so much more than a comedy. It definitely takes on an air of indieness at times but I definitely think this film is one not to be missed. And the boy is hot, once he gets a little cleaned up.

Construction Jock on HOT boy Friday

Blue-Chip Artists at Art Basel

High Rollers and Blue-Chip Artists at Basel Fair - New York Times.

In the weeks before the opening, dealers had sent their biggest collectors and their art advisers e-mail images of their art offerings, giving them first crack at reserving things in advance.

"The biggest sea change is that this fair has become virtual," said Perry Rubenstein, a Chelsea dealer. The night before the opening, he said, collectors could be seen flashing cellphone images of works on which they had first dibs.

But there's nothing like actually being there. By the end of Tuesday's preview, rumors were circulating that the Manhattan dealer Philippe Segalot had flown a makeup artist to Basel who transformed Mr. Segalot's appearance so significantly that he was able to sneak in unnoticed while the fair was being set up. Once inside, he bought several important paintings and sculptures for some of his best clients, the rumors went.

Many felt the offerings were more predictable than in past years, making the fair a venue for acquiring blue-chip artists rather than discovering new talent. "There are less surprises," said Zach Feuer, the Chelsea dealer. "The oversaturation of art fairs means there's one every three weeks. But of all of them, this is the best."

Chapter 1. The Parking Lot.

Since I am leaving Boston after six incredible years and that I just turned 25, I feel like I need to reflect on my life in Boston and up to Boston.  By “up to Boston,” I mean what and why made me choose Boston and and since that answer comes from me being fifteen years old, the title of this whole series (basically my adult life to date) is called the Parking Lot Stories….

The Parking Lot.  Chapter One.  The First Time.

Before the days of everyone having a cell phone, broadband Internet, streaming porn, Manhunt and Gay.com, there was AOL.  America on Line on 14K dialup mind you.  This was before there was any other ability to get anywhere else on the Internet if you lived in the middle of nowhere.  We will call middle of nowhere Bristol, Rhode Island.   I know that most of you don’t need the little history lesson of 10 years ago but AOL was incredibly important in facilitating my movement from childhood into adulthood, or what I will call it since being 15 is hardly an adult.  Sometimes I wonder if 25 means that I am an adult, but anyways my movement from childhood into adulthood comes from one cataclysmic moment.  And this moment only happened because of sitting on my little Dell computer with its floppy disks and old school massiveness after school.  I would run home after early high school to get online, as I would have nearly 2 extra hours alone until my younger sister came home from middle school.  These two hours were spent connecting my beige dinosaur of a Dell to the phone jack and dialing up, many times unsuccessfully, but sometimes successfully to “You’ve Got Mail.”  I was the only one in my family who knew how to use the Internet so it was pretty much a free reign until my sister figured it out.  My first Internet screen name was Pegasus81 and AOL was my key to the rest of the world.  As I think it was for most people at the time.  So at 15 I would sit online and chat.  And chat.  And chat.  And masturbate until I was sore.  Sometimes it was with friends from school but most of the time it was with total strangers in chat rooms.  Gay chat rooms.  For a while, it was a method of jacking off, as it still is, but the day came when I accepted someone’s offer to meet up.  I remember little of the specific details like how it came about, or his name, where he was from, whether he was in school or not, etc.  What I do remember is still burned into my memory since this was the first time I had “sex” and it was with a boy. 

Next to my house was a small little shopping area with a bakery, pharmacy, pizza joint, random stores, and a bank.  The area behind the shopping center was pretty abandoned as it just housed the dumpsters, extra parking, and random other shit which never got anyone’s attention.  It was the perfect place to meet someone when I didn’t have a car.  I was 15 remember.  I don’t even think I had started drivers-ed yet so walking there took about 5 minutes and involved hopping a fence or later on crawling through a broken space.   I then sat and waited on the curb for his car to approach.  It did and I sheepishly went up to it.  He turned out to be early to mid twenties, blond, and surfer jockish and it was cool to go back to my house.  Giving him or any other boy my home address online was a total “no no” since then he had my address.  If I met him in the parking lot, I could direct him to my house and he wouldn’t have my home address.  It seemed safer at the time.  Less of a risk of me getting caught from him returning and ringing the bell, I guess.  I honestly have no idea what I was truly thinking.  He was from somewhere near Providence, twenty minutes away from Bristol, which is where I grew up.  So I make him park on the street, not in the driveway in case someone came home early and I had to push him out a window or something, lol.  We went up stairs and he basically took the aggressive lead as he sat on the bottom edge of the bed and sat me down next to him. 

(What follows is sexual activity and extremely personal.  You are warned).

Just Wrong.

I know I know! The idea that I basically find all of these boys in the following photo hot as fuck is just wrong. They are like super homo-haters, anti-everything skinhead losers and were protesting violently in some city, like Warsaw or something, ... but Christ, they are hot. (And yes, my bits of information is how I read the news, lol, you can see where my attention went).

Pride Weekend, Boston

And so the weekend of inebriated debauchery has past us by.  In a state with homo's marrying by the dozens (than tricking on manhunt by the thousands), a beachside town with a "dick dock," a retarded uber conservative Governor, and a very pro-gay Mayor, there is no wonder why this town was WILD right now.   Throw in Junior Vasquez, BBQ's, pre-gaming parties, pot brownies, pineapple mojito's, blueberry basil martini's, and well, here we go.  Shiny Disco Balls!  My lil pre-gaming events were fun until Brian decided to rummage through my shelves to find some random Manhunt jockstrap I have had "lying around" and as the picture at the bottom shows, proceeded to wear it around the apartment.  One could say, one too many brownies but I guess one shouldn't talk, since I thought I had aliens coming out from behind my knees. And yes, I am eating brownies in that picture.   

But then throw in the rain which washed the caked makeup off the drag queens and made the parade and block party a little less than desirable.  I still trekked to the parade, though my interest barely held long enough to have a condom thrown at me.   My friend Eric sums it up best over at his blog, however: Pride in Boston is less intense than it used to be.  I think it is the price subcultures  pay for shifting more towards the mainstream.  As acceptance and tolerance grows the fringe and chaotic forces tend to calm down a bit.  As they accept us a bit more, we start accepting them.  They get meterosxuals, we get gay marriage.  The price of assimilation is this nostalgia.

If not for Junior Vasquez Saturday night, the weekend would have been an entire bust.  The place sold out and was rocking well before eleven.  It was hot.  And it was probably the last time I will hang out with all of my Boston friends in one place in Boston which almost brought tears when they played "Last Dance"   (tears) though thankfully it was followed by S.O.S otherwise I might have slit my wrists, lol.  Throw in some all night porn watching thanks to deciding not to head to an afterhours, a Block Party on Sunday in SUNNY weather (surprising for people in the Northeast at this point) and some good ole Italian food Sunday night and I was asleep like a baby at about 8, lol. Though I was supposed to be out dancing with my friends for the closing party.  I guess I am getting old because sleep just sounded better, lol.

I had to poach some pics, since I didn't take my camera out anywhere and since I think Gary is adorable and also takes good pics, I am taking his.  Check out his blog for his Boston Pride weekend stories too.  The following are from the Block Party on Sunday.

<- the BlockParty was packed thanks to the sun shining.

<-- Tracy Young was so cute.  I wanted to hug her.

< - DJ Jst spinning before Tracy.  He was hot, and very good, and I loved his hot lil armband.... haha.  I thought he was better than Tracy.  He got the crowd super pumped for her to sorta fizzle.

So on to NYC Pride !   And Alegria.

Lil Scary ....

3 Arrested in Attack on Singer on East Side - New York Times.

A Manhattan singer was taunted and beaten early yesterday by a group of young men who shouted anti-gay slurs and then broke his jaw as he walked in the East Village, the police and the singer's publicist said. During the attack, the singer said, no bystanders came to his aid.

The singer, Kevin Aviance, 38, who has recorded a number of popular dance songs, underwent surgery for a broken jaw at Beth Israel Medical Center last night, said his publicist, Len Evans, who said he talked with Mr. Aviance after the beating.

Two 20-year-old men and a 16-year-old boy were arrested in connection with the beating last night. The men, Akino George of Townsend Avenue in the Bronx and Sears Jarell of Newark, and the 16-year-old, who lives within blocks of where the police said the attack took place, were charged with first degree assault as a hate crime, the police said.

According to Mr. Aviance, Mr. Evans said, he was heading to his Chelsea home about 1 a.m. yesterday after leaving Phoenix, a bar on East 13th Street, where he had been relaxing with friends. As he walked on East 14th Street near First Avenue, Mr. Evans said, Mr. Aviance was approached by six or seven young men who shouted anti-gay slurs and threw objects at him, including a spray can that one of them had fished out of a trash bin.

One of the young men punched Mr. Aviance, and the others attacked him.

"They dragged him to the curb," said Mr. Evans, adding that Mr. Aviance said that the men threatened to kill him. "There were pedestrians everywhere. No one helped him."

The young men stole Mr. Aviance's cellphone, Mr. Evans said. After the singer passed out, some bystanders apparently came to help him, Mr. Evans said.

Mr. Aviance performs in drag but was "dressed like a boy," before the attack, according to Mr. Evans. "They kept using these words. They said, 'You're not diesel.' He didn't know what that meant."