1ST GIFT FROM A BOY!

Weeks ago I mentioned how I was not interested in dating the "part-time drag queen" Latino guy, "Pablo" as I named him. Well, we're still seeing each other, albeit on a fairly limited basis, as his school/work schedule is kicking his ass.

At the time, I decided I didn't want to date him, but over the last few weeks, he's proven to be such a nice and sweet guy. Case in point, he came over last night and presented me with an early Christmas present: an Aveda skin care gift set along with a $20 gift certificate to use at a salon (next haircut will not cost $7 and/or be performed by a Jordanian man).

Pretty neat! I was taken aback, as no other guy I dated really ever gave me a "real" present (except a b/j or buying me drinks, or dinner). He's so fun to cuddle with too; last night we laid in bed and watched an episode of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" and proceeded to get down! I even smoked a cigarette in my bedroom after we cleaned up (which I NEVER do).

I slept like a baby, which sucked when his alarm went off at 7AM, stealing from me not only his embrace, but the most awesome dream I ever had - which of course eludes me at this moment. Still, waking up in such a good mood was a seriously awesome feeling.

Sigh. So life isn't so shitty after all! And we have a movie date planned for Sunday afternoon. WOOT!

WIND AT MY BACK

For the first time in a long fucking time, really too long, I finally feel like there are some positive developments in my life. If this trend continues, my blog may become a bit dull, as I tend to write best when I'm full of piss and vinegar, but if that's the trade off - so be it.

First off, The Boy! People that know me know about my lust for Latino boys, and that he surely is. And unlike the other Latino guys I've been with, he doesn't appear to be totally fucking crazy. So there's always that. And he stayed the night on Tuesday, marking 3 consecutive nights of naked fun/cuddling. I have NO idea where this is going, but we both seem to understand that this a casual thing for now. And it's done wonders for my confidence.

Secondly, The Arm! Holy Shit it feels so MUCH FUCKING BETTER. I was actually able to shoot pool on Wednesday for the first time in almost 7 weeks. I took it easy, and didn't use the cue to rape the balls (like I usually do) and instead, gently massaged said balls - and still held my own against a formidable opponent. I can even operate a mop again! Although I'm not out of the woods, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel - and I cannot wait until I can resume going to the gym.

Thirdly, Work! I'm lucky that I have not one, but two job prospects at the moment. Of course, neither of them are confirmed, and both could evaporate, but I have a good feeling about both. One would be a natural extension of my Moonlighting Doorman gig the other is a bit more...potentially lucrative but would involve relocating. Which I am loathe to do, but at the same time I'll do what I need to do to survive in this fucking awful excuse for an economy.

I think that's a pretty good progress for one weeks time - and more encouraging news than I've gotten in a last few months combined. To that I say: WOOOOOOOOOOOOT! Happy weekend everyone.

2008 NL CENTRAL CHAMPS!

Sweet sweating baby Jesus is this fucking AWESOME! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!

While we certainly have a ways to go before we win the World Series, it's still notable that today marks the first time since 1906 that the Cubs have made back-to-back playoff appearances. And to do so by beating our arch rival makes it that much sweeter! This city is going to be so drunk tonight, myself included.

MISSION FUCKING ACCOMPLISHED

A few weeks ago I posted about "re-meeting" this guy that used to work at my gym, and just so happens to be friends with a friend of my brother's (and no one commented...bitches! haha).

Well, just to reiterate, "Joey" used to work at my gym for about 6 months, and for that exact period of time I would fantasize about this boy, as I became quite...fond of him.

And then he vanished, presumably for a better job. Then he showed up randomly at a bar I was at to celebrate my bro's birthday, thus how me "re-met".

Fast forward to yesterday morning. I'm all hungover and shit, listening to NIN on my headphones, sitting in my boxers, when I get a text from Joey: "hey justin want to go to hollywood beach today?".

H'Wood Beach is the "gay" beach in Chicago, It's not a nude beach or anything (although it's damn close with all the dudes sporting tiny thongs or just utilizing designer undies as swimsuits).

Obviously, I jumped at the invite, and even offered to pick him up despite the fact that it's totally out of my way.

Dude walks out wearing cute boardies and a tight t-shirt. Damn, he looked hot. Usually baggy shorts aren't flattering on guy's asses, but somehow they were on him. Hot.

So I sped down Lake Shore Drive, rocking some GZA, looking all awesome with my dumb $8 Target sunglasses with a hottie in the passenger seat. This would have been enough to make for a great day, but it was only the beginning.

Our day did not proceed as we had hoped though. Upon entering the beach, I noticed the Red Flag which means you can't swim in the lake because there is literally too much shit in the water.

No problem though, we laid out, smoked cigs, talked and sipped on the vodka/whatever juice thing he brought with. It was cool.

But then some big nasty rainclouds decided to show up, and it rained on our collective gay parade. I suggested that we go to a bar to wait out the storm, and next thing I know we're on our 4th round.

"I love drinking in the afternoon" he says and I wholeheartedly agreed. When he came back from the bathroom, he playfully rubbed the top of my freshly buzzed head. At that point, I knew this shit was ON.

We got the tab and headed back to his place. I thought I was just going to drop him off (he had a co-worker's birthday party to attend later that evening) but he wanted to chill. YES!

OK, dude has a fucking baby grand piano in his apartment. And stacks upon stacks of books, like everywhere. I liked very much what I saw.

We sit down on the couch, sip on some white wine (he was out of any decent sort of booze) and watched some stupid Cops-like show on Spike TV. During this time we made the slow "sitting next to a hot guy you want to fuck on a couch thing" and eventually, starting making out.

This quickly moved into the bedroom, and jesushchristonapopsiclestick, he gives amazing fucking head. I should probably spare the nitty gritty details, but we had a lot of fun...I also seem to have given him a massive hickey on his neck.

Oh, and he is like addicted to my tattoo and wouldn't stop touching/licking/kissing it. Gawd, this shit is the best $150 I ever done spent. I need to get another on my hip or something...

Not to be crude (but why not be) but I'm getting all hard just thinking about hanging out with him again. I feel like I hit the motherfucking gay lottery jackpot.

MATTHEW SHEPARD ACT APPROVED BY THE SENATE!

This is really awesome news! The Senate passed the Matthew Shepard Act! Of course Fucking W could still veto it, but still...THIS IS A HUGE VICTORY for us homos!

I was alerted to this news by the Human Rights Campaign e-mail feed and this is a part of their official press release:

"For over a decade our community has worked tirelessly to ensure protections to combat violence motivated by hate and today we are the closest we have ever been to seeing that become a reality," said Human Rights Campaign President Joe Solmonese. "Congress has taken an historic step forward and moved our country closer to the realization that all Americans, including the GLBT community, are part of the fabric of our nation. The new leadership in Congress fully understands that for too long our community has been terrorized by hate violence. And today, the US Senate has sent a clear message to every corner of our country that we will no longer turn a blind eye to anti-gay violence in America."

To read the complete press release, go here. Or if you prefer a mainstream take on the news, you can go here.

I must say, appending this bill to the Defense Authorization bill was rather shrewd on behalf of the Dems. Whoever is responsible, I commend your sly maneuver. Veto that shit W!

This certainly takes the sting out of the Cubs getting swept by the lowly Florida Marlins (no offense VJ), although that is neither here nor there.

YAY! Raise whatever glass you may be drinking out of! Cheers! Woot-woot!

MICHAEL CERA IS NICK TWISP

Ooooo, I am so excited! It was just announced that Michael Cera signed to play the film version of one of my favorite literary characters, Nick Twisp!!!

If you've never read a book called "Youth In Revolt", do yourself a favor, read that shit already. It's the funniest novel I have ever read and occupies a prominent spot on my bookshelf. I've always enjjoyed coming of age stories but so many of them are far too serious and this one is anything but.

Anywho, this book has been stuck in development hell for years. I remember when I was in film school one of our projects was to find books that we would want to be made into a movie and perform research on who owns the film rights. Since it's been a few years I forget who owned the rights at the time but now it's in the hands of Dimension films (Bob & Harvey Weinstein better not fuck this up).

The casting of the Nick Twisp role is so critical to it's success and I must say they made a fine choice. I'm so excited!

In other news, I have been working on a post from my slutty last weekend but for one reason or another it's taking forever to finish. I almost feel like it's been built up now and I have to put extra effort into it to. I'd work on it tonight, but the Roomie is due to return at any moment and we have lots of checking up and drinking to do.

HOLY SHIT

I've been a bad, bad boy....

Last night I went to a local gay bar and while watching the Red Sox-Sox game I noticed a cute boy sitting at the end of the bar talking to the bartender (they appeared to be friends). I really wanted to go and ask him if he wanted to shoot pool but before I found my nerve he vanished. "Damn" I thought "you're such a pussy Justin!". I finished my beer and although the place was dead I ordered another. Moments later the cute guy reappears. I glanced over at him and then, and then, he walks over and says "hey man wanna shoot pool?" Well yes, yes I do I said perhaps too eagerly.

Admittedly I purposely threw 2 games just so I could continue talking to him. He just moved to Chicago from Boston and was flying out early in the morning to go to a family reunion in Austin (hells yeah JR!) and told me he was a nervous flyer, thus he wanted to get drunk so he could sleep on the flight tomorrow (I do this too - although I'm not a nervous flyer, haha).

It was getting late and I told him I had to get up early for work and asked him if he needed a ride. He responded that he did - to a friend's place that happened not to be too far from my place. Well, he couldn't remember the address, so, I took "pity" on him and brought him to my place where we engaged in various activities that used to be against the law in some states (I like to think I fought the law but I won, haha).

After driving him home, I didn't get back until 6:30AM. Oh, and his underwear is in the back seat of my car (and last I saw he was wearing mine). Needless to say, work is a bit of a distraction today, but I'm hanging in there.

Holy Fucking Shit! I'm levitating right now...

GREMLIN GONE

The fucking Gremlin (that was weird that blogger just spellchecked that) that was haunting my blog seems to have vanished on it's own accord. Perhaps it realized that I wasn't bluffing when I aimed loaded .357 magnum at my monitor last night (OK - it was just my hand doing the "pistol"thing but whatever) the evil pop-window is gone.

I'm going bowling...