PROVIDIA

So, I was sitting at Mr Catfish with That White Boy, sippin' a DP and waxing poetic about the silver-lined clouds in the sky, when the Unibomber popped into view. We limply waved hello as the heat of the grip of my hand left a condensation print on the outside of my glass. Heart starts beating, reflexes sharpen and I'm just waiting for that ~J~ to make it's way back so I can climb to the next step. Any day now. Save the French inhale for lazy times, man. What? Someone needs to find Third Coast Seven for bogarting that shiznit. Bam. Finally. ROZZIE ***The piece above was written by a friend from an old job. We were having lunch with Janet and she wrote the above piece based on actions and conversation from that day at lunch.***

Prayer for the Perfect Man

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man that's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong, And doesn't mind admitting he's wrong. One who thinks before he speaks, When he promises to call he won't wait two weeks I pray that he is gainfully employed; When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed And opens my door and begs to do more. Oh send me a man who'll make love to my mind Knows the answer to "How big is my behind?" One who will kiss me til my body's twitchin' In the hall, in the shower, garden and kitchen. I pray this man will love me to no end, And never attempts to date my best friend. And as I kneel and pray by my bed.... I look at the BUTTHEAD you sent me instead.... AMEN!!!

So it's almost out there....

I've had a secret I've been keeping for several months. Back in October, I found out I was HIV positive. I was devastated when I found out, yet I wasn't completely disheartened by founding out. In all honesty, I was chancing it every single time. I just never thought it would happen to me. Sometimes I was careful, but those times were few and far between. It still hasn't felt real until I told Mom, Dad, Uncle Roland and Darwin. And even now, it's kinda surreal. This coming weekend, we go tell Analicia. I have no idea how she's gonna take it, but I think she'll be supportive. She'll be disappointed, but that's natural. Mom and Dad took it much better than expected. We'll see what happens... It is definitely a relief not having to hide it anymore. It feels like when I came out. The hard part was saying something. Hopefully my future blog entries will be happier. IT'S NOT A DEATH SENTENCE!!!

This is my CREW!!!

So....I work this job in Houston. The company is supposedly in the Fortune 500. We've been around for 23, nay, 24 years. We aren't the only ones in our industry, but we do have our own little niche in the market I get up every M-F and throw on the the cleanest chinos and shirt I can find. My selection is always better right after I wash...go figure. Anyway, I come to work with 4 others in my immediate office and we are just one department of almost 20. There's my manager...let's call her Jennifer Lopez. She's a couple years older than me. She started working at 16 and hasn't stopped since. She flew through the ranks of a MAJOR telecommunications company, made some good money and got some good experience. After 15 years, she decided to get married, move to Houston and get a job with less responsibility, that brought her here. Business...she knows her stuff. She doesn't like shit, doesn't give shit, doesn't take shit and most definitely doesn't associate with people that do. In fact she's only befriended me and a little latin boy in drag. But in life...she's naive and inexperienced, but is making vast leaps in the arena of street smarts. I love her and we will be friends for a long time. Next to Jennifer is Ms Stogie. Think Margaret Cho's mother....a 5' tall 65 yr old Korean lady-but FOR THE REALS!!! She's bitchy, fiesty, complains all the time and unbeknownst to me has become a coniving little wench. She's worked at our company for years and is the goto person for many questions from internal staff and our agents across the country. Then there is Poon. I have silent farts that are louder than her, but she is definitely a gracious Korean lady. Very polite and caring, reserved and graceful....she's like Mulan's mother.

"She'll bring honor to us all..."

Poon is new to our department and is learning, but listens to the elders (Ms Stogie) a little too much. A little personality is slowly coming out of her, but it will definitely be a gradual process.

And now my Little Latin LULU, my Chi-Chi Rodriguez....the person I would be had I come out when I knew I was gay (for those that know me....it was WAY before I knew you...TRUST). He's pretty much always been out to most people, but doesn't have to flaunt it. He takes pride in his appearance and the things he does. This kid has more heart than I've seen in a long time. I only hope that part of his genuine innocence remains after life has taught him lessons I could only discuss with him.

I think I'm gonna BORCH!!!

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue Happy Valentine's Day I really don't give a shit about you... Ahhh...the day for lovers... Rarely is there a day where everyone's emotions are at polar opposites. Many spend the day in anticipation of a card, flowers or candy. The result...sheer joy or utter disappointment. Someone's day can change in a heartbeart...literally. I champion those that are involved in a fulfilling relationship and I hate you for it. Only because I'm jealous. Some have a tendency to brag a little more than others. They parade that bouquet of roses or offer those chocolates a few too many times in one day. Or "Look at the new bracelet Johnny gave me!" and there's all the girls floatin because they got a good rufflin this morning. Where's my love??? Then there are the ones desperately hoping for some sort of recognition. Many, like myself, are either too new in the dating cycle, dating several oh so casually or looking for love in all the wrong places...hey that's me too. We are the many embittered with today's festivites merely for not being able to participate. And what makes it worse, is that no one entity is telling us we can't participate, but it's just stated because today is the "Day for Lovers." WHATEVER!!! And then we have those forever jaded by the ASSHOLE that burned more than a bridge, the CUNT that left with more than a set of balls or boobs. Those that pride themselves by wearing black and defaming today's purpose. May we all one day find love and be happy. Even more than that...may we all be able to be loved and allow our hearts to be open when the right person comes along. I too am bitter about today, but only because I have no one to celebrate with. Maybe one day...maybe soon...