The only form of exercise that I enjoy is dancing. I'm serious; I hate any type of physical activities, but give me some stretch pants and a Prince album, and it is so on. There's just something about good music that just flows through me and makes me feel like I'm in a different world. Feeling the bass of the song playing and realizing that it is in sync with the beat of my heart just sends me off the wall.
That is one of the reasons why I love going to gay clubs. The music there is always hip happening. Not the mention, the way these gay men dance sometimes would put the great Ne-yo to shame. At a gay club, every song seems to be my jam. It is rare thing for me to think, I'm going to sit this song out. Guess what? You can't!
Another reason I enjoy dancing with the gays as opposed to hanging with the breeders, is because there is none of that pretentious bullshit you find at a straight club. At straight clubs, people worry too much about impressing the opposite sex. They sit there and stare too much, dress too skanky, drink too little, dance too slow, try too hard, and end up going home alone and touching themselves.
Partying with the gays is a different story. You buy your own drinks, dress how you want, flirt with whomever, and usually never make it back home until the next day. With the gays, you meet many interesting folks. As a people, they tend to be friendly and welcoming. When I go out dancing, I make it my main priority to have a fun time, drinking and dancing; the late night blow jobs are usually a plus. Gays don't have to worry about trying to impress one another. Either you like me or you don't. If you don't, you move on and dance with the next available hottie of the night. You do this a couple of times, and then you finally meet the man of your dreams. Well, at least for that night. After you dance for the next 4 hours, you wrap up the night by going back to this nameless, faceless jock's apartment and you bump nasties. Done deal, you get up, leave your card, and go home; Never to embark in such adventures again, until next Saturday.
Now, I'm sure partying with straight people might have its perks too, but nothing as good as this. Horny, gay men are about a subtle as a gun. And people wonder why I love going to West Hollywood? Not only are the guys hot, the music is off the hook, the drinks are a bit heavy handed, and the bathrooms are always an adventure. So, let’s grab our purses, bring the lube, and start partying with the gays. Just don't be surprised to see this big girl on the dance floor, dancing with the flexibility of a thin person, with my hands in the air, singing "Mama say mama sa, mama cu sa! Mama say mama sa, mama cu sa! Mama say mama sa, mama cu sa!"
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Life on the Bus
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Hey guys,
One thing that most of my friends don't seem to understand about me is that I actually enjoy taking the bus. They just don't get how I am able to get around so easily without a car. I think it's quite simple actually. Besides the occasional bus malfunction and break down, or sitting next to the smelly person, or sitting in front of the guy that is always yelling profanities, or sitting on something gooey that the kid before you didn't finish eating, or not getting a seat at all because the bus is that packed, or missing your stop because you fell asleep, or being late to work because the bus never showed up, it’s a very enjoyable experience.
I have been taking the bus since I was 11 years old, so I know my ins and outs on the art of busing it. Every single day I do my thing on that very enjoyable bus ride. I leave my house 15 minutes before the bus is schedule to arrive. I usually arrive about 5 minutes before take off, just the right amount of time for me to smoke a cigarette. Assuming the bus is on time; I get in, pay my $1.25, sit back, enjoy the ride, and prepare myself for the day's adventures.
On the bus, I listen to my iPod and read my book. I hate to say this, but driving doesn't really offer those types of accommodations. I mean, sure you can listen to music in the car, but you cant really close your eyes and pretend you're Posh Spice and really get into "Spice Up Your Life" without getting a ticket. When riding on the bus, my only worry is that crazy woman talking to herself that looks like she wants to kick you in the neck. I don't have to worry about incoming traffic, stupid drivers, stupid pedestrians, not to mention the care and maintenance of having a car. I think everyone should take the bus.
Like I said before, my best reading is always done on the bus. When school is in session, my best studying is done on the bus. I read my text books, novels, magazines, the graffiti on the bus, Lindze's twitters, the newspaper, and poems. I just have to be kind of selective in my reading materials; I can't seem to read anything sad. Like when Harry Potter's friend Mad Eye Moody died, I was balling like a baby, and before I knew it, I was the crazy person on the bus that everyone was blogging about!
Maybe one day I will tire of the bus and decide to get a car. I'm sure that will be a completely different experience for me. Maybe I'll even enjoy it more. Who knows? Can't knock it 'till you've tried it, I guess. For now I am quite content on taking that enjoyable ride, sans the crazy, smelly folks, on that big orange bus. Until next time my friends.
Love Always,
The Marlos
One thing that most of my friends don't seem to understand about me is that I actually enjoy taking the bus. They just don't get how I am able to get around so easily without a car. I think it's quite simple actually. Besides the occasional bus malfunction and break down, or sitting next to the smelly person, or sitting in front of the guy that is always yelling profanities, or sitting on something gooey that the kid before you didn't finish eating, or not getting a seat at all because the bus is that packed, or missing your stop because you fell asleep, or being late to work because the bus never showed up, it’s a very enjoyable experience.
I have been taking the bus since I was 11 years old, so I know my ins and outs on the art of busing it. Every single day I do my thing on that very enjoyable bus ride. I leave my house 15 minutes before the bus is schedule to arrive. I usually arrive about 5 minutes before take off, just the right amount of time for me to smoke a cigarette. Assuming the bus is on time; I get in, pay my $1.25, sit back, enjoy the ride, and prepare myself for the day's adventures.
On the bus, I listen to my iPod and read my book. I hate to say this, but driving doesn't really offer those types of accommodations. I mean, sure you can listen to music in the car, but you cant really close your eyes and pretend you're Posh Spice and really get into "Spice Up Your Life" without getting a ticket. When riding on the bus, my only worry is that crazy woman talking to herself that looks like she wants to kick you in the neck. I don't have to worry about incoming traffic, stupid drivers, stupid pedestrians, not to mention the care and maintenance of having a car. I think everyone should take the bus.
Like I said before, my best reading is always done on the bus. When school is in session, my best studying is done on the bus. I read my text books, novels, magazines, the graffiti on the bus, Lindze's twitters, the newspaper, and poems. I just have to be kind of selective in my reading materials; I can't seem to read anything sad. Like when Harry Potter's friend Mad Eye Moody died, I was balling like a baby, and before I knew it, I was the crazy person on the bus that everyone was blogging about!
Maybe one day I will tire of the bus and decide to get a car. I'm sure that will be a completely different experience for me. Maybe I'll even enjoy it more. Who knows? Can't knock it 'till you've tried it, I guess. For now I am quite content on taking that enjoyable ride, sans the crazy, smelly folks, on that big orange bus. Until next time my friends.
Love Always,
The Marlos
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Life on being a homosexual.
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Hey guys,
Want to hear something funny?
I am always one to fight homophobia. I think that it is ridiculous to hate someone like me for something that I cannot control. If I could change the way that I feel, I would, because believe me, life would just be a lot easier. People don't seem to understand that I did not wake up one day and decide, "Hmmm, I think I'm going to be gay today." It doesn't work that way!
My homosexual feelings are something that I had to hide for many years. It was horrible living a life that I knew was a lie, to a point where I felt that not living at all was a better option. You have no idea what a relief it was to actually take that one step out of the closet and declare to the world that I was different from them. Many people have hated me, many people still hate me, many people fear me, I have lost many friends because of it, and I have had my own family members turn their backs on me. Still, I feel that my losses have also been my strengthening. Many of my gay brothers and sisters have lost so much more because of it, including their lives. My heart, my thoughts, my mission, my life goes out to those people.
I once had a friend who told me something that at the time I did not understand: "There are two types of straight people out there. The ones that hate you to your face, and the ones that hate you to your back". Now, more than ever, I am starting to notice that this friend was on to something. Today is the day that my brothers and sisters all over the world are fighting for equality. Today is the day we have elected a president who, above any other president in our Nation's history, has suffered discrimination for something that he has no control over. I am fighting for my people's rights today. I am fighting for equality. I have noticed my friends' silence when the issue of gay marriage comes up. I have notice the silence when I asked many of my friends to participate in L.A. pride with me. I have noticed the silence when I am in need of comforting because a stranger in the street looks at me weird, followed by glares and whispers. I have noticed the silence when I am celebrating the 6th state that has allowed my people to pursue their happiness. I have noticed, readers, and I declare myself disappointed.
This message goes out to the people that see me as someone who is nothing but entertaining. People who have befriended me, believing that every girl in L.A. has to have a gay sidekick. To the friend that needs a shopping partner, advice on men, help with love, this message is for you!
I am disappointed in the fact that people who I have vacationed with, shared my heart with, slept in the same room with, and prayed with, will so easily turn around and vote yes on Prop. 8. Be warned, old friends, that the time is right for me to step away from the hate, and surround myself with people who think and love like me. We will unite, and we will conquer. We will walk, protest, march, and fight for our rights. I just pray, that those same people that will hate us, whether it be to our face or not, don't ever have to feel the hate of strangers who will never give you the opportunity to share your story.
I am on a mission to empower myself. I will never be silent. I will never stop fighting. As I sit here writing this, I wonder which one of my friends will fight with me. Continue with the hate friends. It only makes my mission all that more real and all that more motivating.
Always, in the true power of love,
Carlos Martinez
Want to hear something funny?
I am always one to fight homophobia. I think that it is ridiculous to hate someone like me for something that I cannot control. If I could change the way that I feel, I would, because believe me, life would just be a lot easier. People don't seem to understand that I did not wake up one day and decide, "Hmmm, I think I'm going to be gay today." It doesn't work that way!
My homosexual feelings are something that I had to hide for many years. It was horrible living a life that I knew was a lie, to a point where I felt that not living at all was a better option. You have no idea what a relief it was to actually take that one step out of the closet and declare to the world that I was different from them. Many people have hated me, many people still hate me, many people fear me, I have lost many friends because of it, and I have had my own family members turn their backs on me. Still, I feel that my losses have also been my strengthening. Many of my gay brothers and sisters have lost so much more because of it, including their lives. My heart, my thoughts, my mission, my life goes out to those people.
I once had a friend who told me something that at the time I did not understand: "There are two types of straight people out there. The ones that hate you to your face, and the ones that hate you to your back". Now, more than ever, I am starting to notice that this friend was on to something. Today is the day that my brothers and sisters all over the world are fighting for equality. Today is the day we have elected a president who, above any other president in our Nation's history, has suffered discrimination for something that he has no control over. I am fighting for my people's rights today. I am fighting for equality. I have noticed my friends' silence when the issue of gay marriage comes up. I have notice the silence when I asked many of my friends to participate in L.A. pride with me. I have noticed the silence when I am in need of comforting because a stranger in the street looks at me weird, followed by glares and whispers. I have noticed the silence when I am celebrating the 6th state that has allowed my people to pursue their happiness. I have noticed, readers, and I declare myself disappointed.
This message goes out to the people that see me as someone who is nothing but entertaining. People who have befriended me, believing that every girl in L.A. has to have a gay sidekick. To the friend that needs a shopping partner, advice on men, help with love, this message is for you!
I am disappointed in the fact that people who I have vacationed with, shared my heart with, slept in the same room with, and prayed with, will so easily turn around and vote yes on Prop. 8. Be warned, old friends, that the time is right for me to step away from the hate, and surround myself with people who think and love like me. We will unite, and we will conquer. We will walk, protest, march, and fight for our rights. I just pray, that those same people that will hate us, whether it be to our face or not, don't ever have to feel the hate of strangers who will never give you the opportunity to share your story.
I am on a mission to empower myself. I will never be silent. I will never stop fighting. As I sit here writing this, I wonder which one of my friends will fight with me. Continue with the hate friends. It only makes my mission all that more real and all that more motivating.
Always, in the true power of love,
Carlos Martinez
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Life on a lunch budget
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Last night, I decided to have dinner at Del Taco just because I figured it would be on the inexpensive side. How wrong was I? I ordered the number 8, which is a quesadilla and 2 tacos, and in turn the cheapest meal on their menu. The nice lady that was taking my order was such a tricky little bitch; she asked "Medium or Macho size?" I said "Hmmm, medium". She then asks "would you like regular tacos or classic tacos?” Me, being oblivious to the difference in the two responded with a "classic tacos, please." I even gave her a nice little smile. She then asked "Would you like your quesadilla with chicken or steak?" Wow!, I thought. I didn't even know it came with meat! So I said "Steak". When she gave me my total, I was shocked! My 4 dollar meal had turned into a 9 dollar meal! So, this bitch made it seem like my meal came with options, but she failed to inform me that even with a medium I was paying more. The meal was neither medium nor macho, it was small. So, in order for me to get the priced meal, I had to have said small. If I wanted classic tacos, they where 2 dollars more. If I wanted meat on the quesadilla, it was a dollar more! I was at a loss for words. How can they trick me into paying 5 dollars more?!? I had to bite my tongue and give her my credit card. There was like 4 people behind me, and I was not about to take my order back! How embarrassing! So, as I walked to my bus stop with my overly priced dinner, I thought: Fuck, I might as well have gone to the Olive Garden.
This morning, as I was checking my bank statement online, I was not surprised to see that I was at a negative 2 dollars. Luckily, I have great friends at work that are lending me money for lunch today, and luckily, we get paid tomorrow.
I must admit though, I am a little upset with myself. I don't understand how I spend so much money. I am going to be 23 next month, and I have no savings to speak of. Thankfully, I am working harder on this side of the year and got myself a weekend job. I plan to put all the money from this job into my savings. And I am also going to stop impulse shopping. It's just that I live right next to a Target, and I cannot seem to walk out of there with at least $50 worth of crap. I just don't know what's wrong with me?
This morning, as I was checking my bank statement online, I was not surprised to see that I was at a negative 2 dollars. Luckily, I have great friends at work that are lending me money for lunch today, and luckily, we get paid tomorrow.
I must admit though, I am a little upset with myself. I don't understand how I spend so much money. I am going to be 23 next month, and I have no savings to speak of. Thankfully, I am working harder on this side of the year and got myself a weekend job. I plan to put all the money from this job into my savings. And I am also going to stop impulse shopping. It's just that I live right next to a Target, and I cannot seem to walk out of there with at least $50 worth of crap. I just don't know what's wrong with me?
Monday, June 8, 2009
Tis the 1st
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Hey Guys, So, this is my first time using this site to blog and I'm way exited! If I bore you, please bear with me ok. =)
I am inspired to write about things that are going on in my head at the moment. Lately, more than ever, I have had this desire to change my life around. I am not entirely happy with the person I have become. By my age, I had planned on accomplishing so much more than what my life currently consist of. I had pictured my self with a degree, with my own apartment, with a car, experienced in the world of traveling, healthier, and just happier. As of now, I am degreeless, carless; I share an apartment with my brother and dad, overweight, unhealthy, smoker, a little lazy, and a tad bit bitter.
These blogs are not going to be about my lame life, but about the journey in becoming the person I want to be. I have set myself goals this half of the year, and I intend on seeing this through. I know that I am capable of achieving so much more for myself, and at this point, it's just about staying focused.
So, welcome to my life! I hope my blogs are entertaining, but above all else, I hope that I can inspire myself as well as others with my journey. Love Always!
You make the world a better place, by making yourself a better person - Scott Sorrell
I am inspired to write about things that are going on in my head at the moment. Lately, more than ever, I have had this desire to change my life around. I am not entirely happy with the person I have become. By my age, I had planned on accomplishing so much more than what my life currently consist of. I had pictured my self with a degree, with my own apartment, with a car, experienced in the world of traveling, healthier, and just happier. As of now, I am degreeless, carless; I share an apartment with my brother and dad, overweight, unhealthy, smoker, a little lazy, and a tad bit bitter.
These blogs are not going to be about my lame life, but about the journey in becoming the person I want to be. I have set myself goals this half of the year, and I intend on seeing this through. I know that I am capable of achieving so much more for myself, and at this point, it's just about staying focused.
So, welcome to my life! I hope my blogs are entertaining, but above all else, I hope that I can inspire myself as well as others with my journey. Love Always!
You make the world a better place, by making yourself a better person - Scott Sorrell
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