Monterrey, hey, hey, hey...

Monday, October 31, 2005

That was quite a weekend. Here it goes...

I got there at 2:20pm. "Ma man" had thought my flight arrived at 1:30pm, so he had been wandering frantically all over the airport looking for me. It was so sweet. He was so glad to see me, it was sincerely touching. We ended up eating in the hotel restaurant (yes, we were that hungry), and then proceeded to, well, make up for lost time. Actually, this first round of sexual activity was not that satisfying. Thoughts of actually dumping him before I returned to PV crossed my mind. But he gave me this book about Broadway Musicals that totally gave him extra points, haha.

That night I had dinner with my old pals from MTY and we had a hell of a time. It was so wonderful seeing all of them and holding court in this seemingly decent and quit restaurant, haha. We laughed, bitched, remembered old times and old stories. A truly great time. As Serge has hinted, I indeed almost became a literal "flaming queen", haha. I was playing around with one of the candles and almost light up my fucking napkin. We all commented that, being the DramaKing that I was, I would probably have screamed and run around the table multiple times. Serge, in a moment of divine inspiration, mentioned "Yeah, you would have literally been a 'flaming queen'". Dork. Hahaha.

I virtually ignored my man the whole while, but later made up for it when we headed for some litro-style drinks and then to the club. The gay night club we had wanted to go was closed (come on!) and we ended up at this horrible, decadent, tacky, dark, smoky, vulgar and shabby old place. I immediately loved it. We danced a good while together (yes, I hate the way he dances, oh well) and decided to call it a night and fuck some more.

We got up late and headed for my old university. I handed in my resume to some guys recruiting for this big-ass e-commerce site; said hi to some old professors, etc. Then we had lunch with on of A's best friends at school. He had told me he wanted to tell this friend that he was gay, but that he would wait until the evening when they went out for drinks. To my utter horror, A began to tell him right there in front of me! WOW! I had never seen someone coming out to someone else! CRAZY! It was so funny because A's friend solo did not believe him at first, haha. But it was all very cool, so that was also nice.

We went to rent A's suit and he ended up going out with a lot of his former college buddies, so I was on my own for the evening. I went to have dinner with a very dear friend of mine. She and I had been buds since my second semester, and we had had many a good time since. I decided it was time to tell her I was a huge queen, err, I mean gay. This was even better because she sooo did not believe me at all either, haha. I'm rather silly and joke about virtually anything, so it actually took me a lot of trouble to get her to believe me, haha. She actually took it really well, so it was wonderful to be completely honest with her. Then I said hi to another friend at a bar, she was as vulgar and fowl-mouthed as ever, and I love her for that, haha. Then it was off to this new night club which I had heard tons about. The place had this cool industrial-type look to it, so it was pretty neat. I hung out with Serge and some of his friends (some of which were quit cute). Then it was back to the hotel, but not without eating a huge MTY-style hotdog outside the club, haha. Me and A actually returned to the hotel at the same time, haha, and we snuggled up and went to sleep (after we fucked).

My brother and his friends arrived that day, along with his girlfriend, I mean, fiancée. We all had a wedding to go to in Ciudad Victoria (about 3hrs from MTY), so we headed there by car (My bro, his fiancé, A and me... two happy couples, haha). It was actually pretty fun, we had a great time, talking and singing and what not.

The wedding was actually pretty great too. The ceremony was hilarious because the preacher kept calling the bride by the wrong name and the female Master of Ceremonies was just being a huge bitch with everyone, haha. The part got a long to a slow start; the live band was playing a bunch of golden oldies from the forties and fifties, yuck. Then things got cooking with some more modern tunes. We were all actually having a great time. It was funny, but everyone recognized me and A as just another one of the couples in attendance, which was kind of odd at first, but incredibly sweet and logical also. They even made jokes about me and my brother's fiancé as being future "Desperate housewives". Oy! They even encouraged A to get up and dance with me, which he did (in the company of some female friends, of course, haha).

The groom's sister was totally checking out one of my brother's single friends, so we were all telling him to go for it, I mean the girl was practically dancing on his lap. By the time he finally got up the courage to actually dance with her, tragedy struck.

Strange, I had just been contemplating the idea of the calm and serenity you feel right before your entire life changes. How precious those last few moments of normalcy and familiarity feel right before your world is turned upside down. And I saw them right before my eyes. One of my brother's friends got a call at 1am telling him his father had passed away that very night, a few hours after he had spoken with him. I saw, from the dance floor, how one by one the people at our table started getting up and leaving. When I saw some of them hugging him, I immediately thought the worst. We all scrambled to find him a flight back to Mexico City, but the earliest one was back in MTY. So off they went in the middle of the night to take their friend to catch a plane to his father's funeral. We all stayed up and saw them off, then headed to sleep. No, not much fucking tonight, we were in a sad mood. Only oral sex.

Ok, testosterone levels were high on Sunday morning. We had our best session right before breakfast. I guess a new person just takes a little getting used to. We headed back to MTY with my bro and his girlfriend in the afternoon. We stopped for this dirt-cheap all you can eat buffet at Los Cavazos (a GREAT place) and stuffed ourselves, haha.

When we got to MTY, my bro left us at the hotel while he went to take his fiancé to the airport for her flight back. We went up, anxious for another round (or couple of rounds) but to our horror we had left all our condoms in our bags.. in the car... which my brother had driven off in. FUCK. So we, umm, decided on alternative methods of liberating our friskiness. When the condoms arrived, things got nasty again, haha. I literally fornicated 'till I could fornicate no more. Which was cool. But tiring. I had to catch a 6:30am flight and we went to sleep at 12:30am. Fuck. Anyways, before all this, I said by to my brother. We had a great time, the four of us. I was, in all honesty, overjoyed to see my brother so happy with his girfriend/fiancé. Even though my jealous brother instincts kick in at will. Sometimes.

Saying bye to A wasn't too hard, thankfully. We got up at fucking 4:30am, showered and headed to the airport. It finally hit me when I arrived here in PV that we're not going to see each other again until December. Then I got a little sad. What a silly boy. What a wonderful, sincere, beautiful and sweet silly boy. He grew on me again this weekend. He's an angel. He really is. He told me he loved me and that he felt safe with me. Which was an incredibly tender and loving thing to say. This deserves a whole other post by itself, so I'll leave it at that.

What a weekend. Monterrey, you're the best. Here's to you!!!

Guess who's back?

... Germy!

My flight left MTY at fucking 6:30am. I'm now at work. Whoop-dee-doo, haha. What a weekend. It had everything: love, tears, alcohol, resumes, laughter, music, confessions, dancing, drama, fatty food, secrets, diplomas, tragedy, comedy, and lots and lots of lubricant. I'll have to elaborater later today. It's nice to be back, tho.

Firday night saga, Pt. 2

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

So I answered the fucking 3am call (whilst in a place called taco Burrito King, of all places), and, to my amazement, it was Surfer Chick! She asked me where we were and hung up. Me and Designer Guy were baffled. Shortly thereafter she arrived with an even more dazed look on her face.

Surfer Chick then told us that her and her buddy had gone to her room and the minute her friend hit the bed, she fell completely asleep. Even though she had pretended to take her girl pal to our apartment under "noble circumstances", you could noticeable tell the disappointment in her words, haha. Anyways, Surfer Chick was getting ready for bed when, all of a sudden, her friend gets a call on her cell phone. It was her GIRLFRIEND! Yes, the girl who had been wanting to kiss Surfer Girl all fucking night and who was now lying comatose on her bed had a girlfriend! OH MAN! And Surfer Girl answered the fucking phone! GEEZ! And, get this, told the girlfriend our address!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?! Bad idea, bad idea!

So a few minutes later you have this woman's girlfriend knocking on our door and Surfer Chick scrambling to put some decent-looking clothes on and act like she wasn't about to fuck her. The first thing she did when she opened the door was offer the girlfriend a beer, haha. Good move. They actually ended up talking and hitting it off real well, haha, boozing and having a few laughs. Surfer Chick helped her load the drunk girl into her car and, just as she was leaving, Surfer Chick called me to find out where we were, and the girlfriend even offered her a ride! COME ON! What a sweetheart! Unreal... we all thought she was totally gonna beat the shit out of her. Lesbians can be so moody, you know…

So Surfer Chick was telling us all this and we had our mouths wide open and we just could not believe it had just happened! Haha. Then, Surfer Chick said that because she was being bothered all evening by her friend, she had practically had no chance to dance... so she asked us if we wanted to go somewhere else... and I said "Ok, honey, NO! We both have to work tomorrow and it's 3am!". Then Surfer Chick said the magic words "Hey, I'm paying". Then she said the golden words "... so let's go to the big gay club in town". I immediately said "Ok, sure". And Designer Guy followed. Oh boy.

The place was a little empty, but there was still somewhat of a crowd. We went up to the third floor and sat on the terrace overlooking a nighttime Vallarta. We were having some more beers when Surfer Chick said "Wow, that guy is so hot. Do you think he's gay?" and I was all like "Honey, you have absolutely no chance in hell of hooking up here!". Unbeknownst to me, I sparked Surfer Chick's drunken ire, and she said "Oh, yeah, you wanna bet????" and I said "Honey, just name the amount". We decided on $200 pesos (about $20 USD) and Surfer Chick was off. We went down to the dance floor and started shaking some booty, when, all of a sudden, Surfer Chick scored!!! FUCK!!! $20 bucks down the drain! It was some fucking lame-ass straight guy who had gone with his gay buds and a fag hag. ASSHOLE! No fair, no fair! What the hell was a straight guy doing at the biggest gay club in Vallarta???

Anyways, he was an American guy, from Denver, Colorado. He works as a security guard (nice body, actually), and he was completely nice, very decent guy. How do I know all this, you ask? No, Surfer Chick didn't tell me. I asked him. Because he spent the night at my apartment!!! I know, we were all like "NO WAY! NO WAY!!!! SURFER CHICK IS A GODDESS!!! WE WORSHIP YOUUUUUU!!!". Yes, my new roomie managed to take home a woman AND a man, on the same fucking night. Wow. I must admit I was impressed. And guess who supplied them with condoms, hmmm?? Yes, yours truly. Indeed, what a world...

In a way it was a huge relief for me, because knowing Surfer Chick is bisexual sure takes pressure of the fact that she was "fondling" me all the time, haha. Now I just feel she's a very touchy-feely person. Which is still kind of weird, but much less weird. Haha. Oh, and she's also a slut. HAHA.

A warning for MTY...

...Germy arrives tomorrow!!! (Thursday!). And I'm gonna see my boyfriend! FINALLY!!! Hoo-ray!!!

Hopefully I'll get to have dinner with lots of friends, then we'll go out dancing (so A can finally see some gay clubs in Mexico), then the next day I'm off to eat with more people, come out to some of them, then go out again!!! Then on Saturday it's off to a wedding to a nearby city, and more drinking and dancing! Yay! Then come Sunday when I'm all tired and hung over, we have to return to MTY and I have to leave on Monday morning at 7am. Sheesh. And we're going to fuck like bunnies in between all I just said, haha.

I actually went to buy condoms today. It still makes me a bit nervous. But luckily I have no shame, so that always helps, haha. Psesito knows this, first hand. While we were visiting NYC, to his dismay, I went to buy two boxes of condoms at this super cheap convenience store. Saldy, for him, the girl behind the counter was a newly arrived immigrant, so I had to yell to her excatly which box of condoms I wanted and what color and all. It was quite funny.

I had the following convrsation with A, via Msgr...

GERMY: Hey love.
A: Hey handsome.
G: So, at what time do you arrive in MTY?
A: At 11am.
G: Oh man, I don't get there until 2pm, =(
A: That's OK, I'll wait for you. The rental company won't give me the car until 2pm anyway, so it's no problem.
G: Really, sweetie?
A: Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll take some of my books or something.
G: Awwwww. That's so nice. Thanks. So, what will we do afterwards?
A: Well, we could-
G: Go to the hotel!
A: Yes, but we'll probably be hungry, so we might want to go eat first.
G: Well... yeah... but I wanna go to the hotel first. I want to... umm... you know... "get to know you better"... as soon as possible.
A: Oh. Ok. Ummm.
G: Much much MUCH better. ;-)
A: Oh my. Ok, we could get room service...
G: Smart boy.

Friday night saga

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Ok, last weekend was fun, and quite revelaing, haha. Here goes...

Me, my Gringa pal and Surfer Chick all wanted to go out for some “Litros” (cocktails served in liter-sized Styrofoam cups), so we called up the new Designer who just arrived and my gringa pal called up a friend of hers who was visiting from nearby Manzanillo and decided to meet up at this bar near our apartment. The date was set.

First off, Surfer Chick told me she’d be going out first with a girl she met here in Vallarta, but that they would meet up with us later. Cool. So I arrived and was the first one there (or so I thought). Then the Designer Guy arrived and then we realized Surfer Chick had been inside all along, and her and her friend were completely drunk, haha. Then my gringa pal and her Manzanillo female friend arrived. And then we proceeded to have a generally good time drinking, playing pool and chatting. So far so good.

Then, well, Surfer Chick and her girl pal kind of wandered off to the side for a while. A long while. A very very long while. And suddenly the friend was speaking into Surfer Chick’s ear. A lot. I mean a whole lot. The rest of us kind of started to wonder after that. I mean they seemed very “close”. Very very close. Extremely close. When Surfer Chick went to the bathroom, her friend, who was now EXTREMELY drunk, told me “Hey, I like your roomie, but she’s all scared about you guys knowing she’s like gay” and I’m all like “Honey, tell her she’s being an idiot”. So when Surfer Chick came back, she did. Then, all of a sudden, they both stormed out of the bar and started arguing outside in the middle of the sidewalk! It was wild! We all just stood there, dazed! Was it a lover’s scuffle? A friends discussion? What was the story?!?!? Was Surfer Chick really a lezzie? dyke? lesbo? carpet-muncher? tortillera? What was the deal?!?!?!

We all wanted to get closer to actually hear what was going on, but we didn’t dare. Ok, I did, but I still couldn’t hear anything, haha. Anyways, we all wanted to leave at this point, but we didn’t want to get in the middle of the argument. So I went outside and told Surfer Girl that we were heading to the Zoo (a club here on the beach) and that if she wanted to join or if she was going to head back to the apartment *wink, wink*. She looked completely dazed and confused, half in shock and half drunk. Her buddy said “Why doesn’t she want to kiss me?!?!? Don’t I have enough boobs? Enough ass? I’m hot, aren’t I?”, HAHAHA. That was priceless. You should have seen the look on poor Surfer Chick’s face when she said that, haha. To be honest, we were all saying that Surfer Chick was looking mighty slow, her friend was indeed rather hot (especially for a lesbian, come on!) Anyways, Surfer Chick said “Ok, my friend seems really drunk and she wants to drive, which is really bad… so, I think I’ll take her up to the apartment, you know, so she can rest and not drive drunk”. And we were all “Ok, sure” *wink, wink*.

So off they went to the aprtment and off we went to the Zoo. The Gringa’s pal from Manzaillo was actually the lover of the club manager, so we all got in for free and got free beers, haha, I loved this woman! She was so raunchy and vulgar and hilarious, she was GREAT! She actually told us “Hey guys, if I disappear for while into the back office, don’t wait up for me, ok?” *wink, wink*. HAHAHA. I made a new friend that night. Anyways, after dancing and boozing for a while (I LOVE the music they play in straight clubs), we decided to call it a night.

We all said goodbye, but I was hungry and wanted some tacos. Me and Designer Guy ended up going to the nearest taco joint that was open at 2:30am… Taco Burrito King (yeah, the name sucks, haha). But it was actually pretty good. Then, all of a sudden, I got a call on my cell phone, at 3am!... my night was far from over…to be continued...

So, I told him

Monday, October 24, 2005

Ok, I finally told A about my feelings. More or less.

It was just killing me to suddenly talk about our future together, knowing how uncertain that future was. So when he said “When you get over here, we’ll cuddle up and see movies on my couch” I said “Well, speaking of that, we need to talk”. And that evening we did.

As it turns out, he had similar feelings. He told me he sometimes wondered when, if ever, I’d head over there to be with him. Good question. I haven't really been looking for anything; he's the one who's sent out my CV to his buds, but so far no dice. In MTY I'm gonna hook up with some people from a huge e-commerce company, and see how that goes. But still, our future hangs on this, and that doesn't make me too comfortable. And I let him know that.

Another option I have is just packing up and heading on over to his place. He offered to give me room and board until I found a job. Which was incredibly sweet in true A fashion. But, well, I told him I wasn’t willing to do that. Yeap, I was an asshole. But a sincere asshole, at that. I told him I actually liked my job and I was content with the way my career was going. The only way I’d leave is if a better opportunity came along in my own area of expertise. But I wouldn’t jump into the void for a relationship. Again.

I told him that it wasn’t that I was afraid. I had done it once already (left everything to go live with a guy) and even though things hadn’t turned out, I had survived and so had my career. I was still young and still had a chance to do it again. But I didn’t want to. Least of all with someone I’ve been going out with for only a month (and LONG-DISTANCE!)… ok, I didn’t tell him this very last part, but I think he caught my drift.

We also established a firm deadline. I know, I hate this approach, but it's just so much more reasonable. We said we'd talk about our future again at Christmas. I might take a weekend off to see him, so that will be a perfect opportunity. I guess we'll both know by then if this will work or not. I don't know. I mean I sort of feel I'm holding back a little. And I don't like that. I feel I'm holding back with my feelings, keeping a little on the safe side. And it sucks.

You know, on a very different note, as time has gone by, well, I’ve sort of realized that, even though A is a sweetheart, there are some things that suddenly don't convince me of him as my boyfriend. The charm, sweetness, cuteness and tenderness departments are all fine with him. But, well, I don’t know, maybe the personality department isn’t all it could be. I mean he’s smart and all… but… well… he’s… um… ok, he’s not geeky enough. There, I said it. I LOVE geeks. I’m sorry. It's just that I’m always attracted by knowledge, I don’t know, it’s a weird fetish of mine. A mate of mine has to posses knowledge that is somehow foreign to me; it makes them ever the more attractive. I’m an information sponge, so I just soak this stuff up. My current bf A is, well, not that full of new info for me. Sure, it’s been wonderful getting to know him, that’s always fun. But, well, I don’t know. I just feel that there’s something missing in our chemistry, in our conversations.

Like when I saw “Hotel Rwanda” with some friends here, I so wanted to discuss the ridiculous roots of the ethnic hatred between Rwandan Tutsis and Hutus, the ethics behind international intervention in foreign civil battles by global superpowers, the effects of European colonization in a post-colonial Africa, etc, etc, etc… but, well, I don’t know, I felt like it wasn’t the best opportunity. And that sucks.

Anyways, A and me decided to put these stressful feelings aside for one weekend and fuck like bunnies. Amen to that! =D

"You sure are lucky Germy..."

... said my boss.

"Why, dear boss?" I asked him.

B: "You sure are lucky we don't work in Cancun. We'd all be in shelters right now".

G: "Um... good point. Also, had I been living in Cancun, my mom would have already caught a flight to the nearest airport and would be paddlign her way on a lifeboat across the Caribbean to see if I was ok".

B: "Hahaha, that's a good one".

G: "Hehe... umm.. I wasn't joking".

Ok, ok, ok...

Friday, October 21, 2005

...tonight I'll tell him...

Germy's plan is stalled

Ok, I have plans to make this site a little niftier. I'm a damn Web developer, so I should be able to spruce it up a bit. Anyways, I was looking at domains and I saw that even though was taken already, it was just some domain squatter willing to sell the domain name. So I sent them an email asking for the price. Three days later, this is what they sent me:

Prices of Premium Domains like are rising weekly due to high demand. This domain's current market price is $2,288.00 US dollars. This is a one-time payment. This price is only valid for seven(7) days from the date of this email. The sales and transfer process is very quick and safe and you will obtain complete ownership of the domain name.

To which I responded:

Please... you need to return to planet Earth and re-evaluate your business model. LOSERS!!!

The REAL Germy

'Nuff said.

Germy is listening to...

The soundtrack to Corpse Bride. And I didn't download it illegaly... you can hear it here.

Man, this sounds a hell of a lot better in English. The rhymes actually fit into the music, haha. Still, it pales in comparison to Nightmare.

Dilemma or "When love is inside you"

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Ok. I've come to a dilemma. Ok, sort of.

I saw Corpse Bride the other day. In Spanish. YUCK. Anyways, it was cute and sweet, and the animation was top-notch. Still, I liked The nightmare before Christmas a lo better. This one seemed way too simple and way too predictable. And the songs sucked (in Spanish at least). Also, I was in no mood to see a romatic movie. I was a little depressed. Yes, these things happen when love is inside you. But let me elaborate.

When I started my relationship with A, well, it was under the pretense that I was going to look for a job in his far away city. My brother also lives there, so it was a no-brainer for me. Move in with bf, live near brother, happy happy, joy joy.

But... well, Germy got to thinking. Yes, I know, I hate it when that happens. But sometimes it's necessary. After I returned from the trip in which I started my relationship with A, I found myself thinking about my future. With him, yes. But also my future in general. I began to see that there were some inconsistencies in my behavior. I was actively looking for another job, but at the same time I realized that the job I currently have was actually pretty good. I know, the money could be better, the benefits could be a lot better, and the city sure could be a hell of a lot better. But the work fascinates me, it challenges me, it makes me want to learn more. There are several huge projects on the horizon and they excite me very much, and I very much want to be a part of them. I think I have the chance to be a part of something that could turn into a big success. Or maybe it could fail. But even so, the ride will be thrilling. And definitely worth while. I know it will be hard to find another opportunity like this one.

I really do like A. I think he's a wonderful guy. Sweet, emotionally sincere in every way, caring, generous, a true Angel. My Angel. But... well, I'm not sure I want to make any big decisions based on a relationship right now. I think I have to put me and my interests first this time around. I'm not at a point in my life anymore where I can just give up everything for a guy. My carrer is actually going somewhere.

Yes, sure, Germy would love to get the chance to move away from this country. It's a love-hate relationship I have with Mexico. I love it so much, and I can't stand it so much at the same time. Like Carlos Fuentes said, it's only by giving someone both your love and your hate that you actually give them everything.

I just don't imagine me being able to raise my family here. I couldn't bare exposing my children to hate and intolerance. Having two dads would be quite notorious here. Maybe things will change by then. Things change, even here. But I'm not going to plan on them changing. I'm going to plan on running away. As much as I hate the thought of it, I think it's something I must do. I don't believe in running away from your troubles; i think that when you run away from something, you will inevitably find it again (or rather, it will find you). I'm prepared for this. And I accept the responsibility for my (future) actions. Of course I'll come back. I've never been too happy being away too long. When? I don't know. But I shall return.

And, well, here's the real kicker. I do like A a lot; I mea I really really do. He's wonderful. But, well. Umm. I don't like him that much. Ok, I said it. I'm a fucking terrible boyfriend. A horrid person. But insincere, I'm not. I'd love to go out with him more, get to know him more. But I don't like him enough to change my whole world. I've done that before, and it was because I really liked the guy. Sure, it turned out rather badly, but I'm not afraid of that; I survided, my career survived. I'm not scared of jumping in the void.

And I'm going to tell him about all this. Tonight (ok, sans the part of not liking him that much). Wish me luck.

Uncomfortable roomie

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Ok, me and Surfer Chick (my new female flat mate) went to buy groceries yesterday. Yummy. Anyways, during the car ride and all (yes, she has a car, cool), Germy felt a little uncomfortable. Surfer Chick started patting my leg and my shoulders. A lot. Then, while we were waiting in line to pay, Surfer Chick started stroking my shoulders again, and patting my stomach. This was getting way too weird. I sort of pulled away, but she caught up with me! How rude! I was scared of being too serious about it, I mean the last thing I want is another silent roomie on my hands. But, still, it was a complete violation of personal space! Hello!

I haven't exactly told her I'm gay, but she was a friend of the previous roomie, so I really think he probably told her Germy's a flaming queen or something. I'm thinking of making a very notorious reference to me visiting my bf next week in MTY or planning to celebrate the upcoming release of Madonna's new album or something really really gay.

I felt so, so, used. And not in a cool horny way. In an uncomfortable, awkward way. Boo.

Let's talk about sex...

Monday, October 17, 2005

Ok, the other day me and A had a very frank and open conversation about sex. Now, Germy loves talking about this subject, to the embarrassment and utter horror of others sometimes. Still, I love it even more when I talk about sex with my bf.

Granted, it wasn't always so easy for me to talk about it, to anyone. Germy was still brought up in that pseduo-religious style in which sex is avoided at all costs and only mentioned in very short very ambiguous conversations. But when I finallly got it out in the open, well, it was quite a relief.

I think it's very important for a couple to talk openly about sex. Favorite topics are frequency of masturbation, intervals between eyaculation and recuperation, most orgasms in a night, favorite activities, etc. This has a lot to do with feedback in a relationship. Germy can't help but stress this fact. Yes, when you're getting "intimate" with someone you have to pay attention to how they react to see what is working and what isn't. But still, we're not fucking mind readers. Talking about what you like and what you don't is VERY helpful, especially when sex is concerned. You might want to go through stuff you would like to try, and stuff you're just not ready for. Information is power.

My bf A was actually the one who brought up the subject. I was happy he did (having more experience than him, I wasn't too sure how comfortable he was talking about sex, and so didn't want to scare him). He was kind of uncomfortable at first, he was quite shy and embarrassed. But as we got to talking more about it, well, the initial hesitance slowly melted away. And that's a good thing. Like seeing two guys kiss, talking about sex just takes a little getting used to.

Now, next step is putting those words into action... yum...

Saturday & Sunday

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Ok, it’s a Sunday and I’m at work. It’s not enough that I work half of Saturday every week, now I’m here at Sunday. And I actually like my job. What a world…

Anyways, we had some server trouble on Friday and so decided to move our site to another server, so here I am! At work on Sunday. And I’m completely hung over! We went out yesterday with the new graphic designer we hired. Man, it seems like so long since I had gone out dancing (ok, my birthday, but that was still like 3 weeks ago, hello!). It was quite fun, we went bar hopping and I was left without any money at all (always sign of a good time, haha). Our party consisted of my gringa pal, the new designer, my surfer chic roomie and yours truly. We danced all over the place, spilled beer on strangers, stepped on quite a few sandals, and laughed like idiots. What a night! I live for this! Hahaha.

Of course, when I’m having fun, my mind sometimes drifts to my boyfriend. Luckily this didn’t happen too much last night (but that’s not what I’m going to tell him! HA!). This whole thing has caused a huge dilemma for me, but I’ll tackle that in a future post. Also, my thoughts drifted to that other guy. Yes, that guy. Geez. I can’t seem to completely get over him. I know, I’ve started a new relationship (long-distance, arggghhh) and I still can’t completely shake him. I don’t know, I seriously think I might never get over him. And in a weird way, that seems ok, and plenty natural. Indeed, what a world…

Germy takes on...Orgasms!

Saturday, October 15, 2005

Ok, it's time for another ubiquitous sex post. Woo-hoo... haha. Yes, I'm horny and I want to talk about sex, again... but more specifically, orgasms.

Ahhh... the male orgasm. What a beautiful thing it is. Sure, women are supposed to "feel the Earth move" and shit, but c'mon, this is what guys do. This is what we're born for. This is what God made us to feel. Hallelujah!

An orgasm is a very pleasurable experience. It has to be. The species needs to be encouraged to have sex so as to reproduce and "evolve". How to describe it? How to speak of the feeling? I don't know. Words fail me. How to explain that chill up your spine, the tensing of your muscles that suddenly release into complete relaxation. It’s bliss. The whole process is like climbing a mountain. When you finally see yourself reaching the top you start going faster and faster and faster, you can almost feel the glorious air and the cool breeze at the top. You start running, aching to reach the top. And when you finally get there, you actually go over the edge and, for a few brief moments, you're in complete freefall. And it's wonderful. Wow.

Also, it gets the blood flowing and is good for your heart. What more could you ask for??? Haha.

Do you remember the first time you used your pipes? I sure as hell do. It was with a friend of mine, haha. We were, umm, "wrestling". HAHA. I was like 12 or 13, and I swear I thought I had peed my pants. But it was a REALLY REALLY good pee, haha. I remember lying on the floor having no idea what the hell had just happened, but I was a silent heap of ecstasy. Imagine my joy when I found out I could do this by myself, sans wrestling partner... wow.

How to explain the urge? It's so... basic. It's so... powerful. It just comes along. It starts out small; a spark of lust, a pinch of sensuality silently begins to stir. Then the hurricane comes. A tide of horniness engulfs you. Your mind immediately whirls out of control and you concentrate on one thing and one thing only: liberation. This feeling inside must be let out, exorcised, freed. A very basic need must be satisfied. And when it's over you feel all the more powerful for it, the wheels of life have turned and you were their axis. This is what we were made to do. And it feels good.

Even though orgasms are indeed great, and Germy is 100% pro-orgasms, I also recognize that there are times when you should not have one. Yes, I know, it sounds contradictory, but please read on.

Having an orgasm when you're sick is NOT always a good idea. When you're being attacked by a cold or flu virus, for example, and your defenses are down, I so do NOT recommend it (at least from personal experience). Apparently having an orgasm takes up a lot of energy, and when I've had one while I was sick, I just felt worse afterwards. Yuck. So when you're feeling a little under the weather, you might want to "curb your enthusiasm".

Doing it on an empty stomach is also not recommended. I almost passed out once. It was noon and I hadn't had any breakfast. Me and my bf decided to, umm, well, take a shower together. Kinky details aside, I "climaxed" in mid-shower and suddenly started seeing everything black! I was passing out! I had to go out into the fresh air and lie down for a sec. Sure, the moment felt great, but when your keens start to buckle and it all starts to fade to black, it's not so cool.

I remember having one during my first hang over (after the first time I ever got drunk... it was just me, my bf, a bottle of tequila, lemons, salt and Alanis on the CD player...haha, now those are good memories, haha). Anyways, when Germy's hung-over he gets these nasty migraines, and the morning after that first drunken evening was NO exception. My fist full blown hangover was HORRIBLE. Anyways, this did not stop me from gettin' jiggy with my bf, but right when I "finished", the pain from my migraine shot all over my head, YEOW! THAT HURT! Bad idea, bad idea!

Ok, ok, wait a sec, I'm drifting off topic. This post wasn't about me and my weird-ass sex stories. It was about... ummm... oh, yeah, orgasms, haha. So, in conclusion I say orgasms are good. They stimulate blood-flow, they exercise the old heart, they feel genuinely wonderful and they are certainly a perfect way to reach a little bit of heaven here on earth. Yes, there are times when they are not such a good idea, but these are a minority of cases. Having them alone is great. Having them in the company of at least one other person is fantastic. So here's to getting off! Germy salutes you!

Hottie of the week

Thursday, October 13, 2005

...Michael Owen!

Ok, he's hot, he's young and he's a super athlete. He made his professinal soccer debut in England when he was 17 years old. He went in for an ailing player and scored a fucking goal. HA! He then became European Footballer of the Year in 2001. Wow! A real prodigy! Now that's hot.

I first saw him during the 1998 World Cup. Yum. He looked so boyish, so cute, so harmless, what was not to love? And then I saw him move. Wow. Nice legs. Wow. Fast boy. Wow. Nice legs. Anyways, he won me from the start. How could you say no to a face like that? Seriously! He has the most beautiful eyes. And hot legs. Even though he doesn't have like a super spectacular upper body, he sure seems pretty flexible, haha.

He used to have this good-boy haircut, and then he changed to this ultra-sexy shaved look. Oh my. Sadly, he married some girl in June of this year... but hey, I'd totally do a married guy, hello! And here's a tidbit of gossip: he had his first child with this woman in May of 2003. We can all do the math, right? How scandalous! What a hunk of a man! Be still my heart!

Musical interlude of the day

Even though Serge is the big Coldplay fan, this song struck me as incredibly melancholy but full of tenderness. Here's a bit...

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep...

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

-Fix you (from X & Y by Coldplay)

And the winner is...

... of the 2005 Nobel Prize in Literature... Harold Pinter!!! What a surprise!

A very famous and influential Brittish playwright (no, I have yet to see or read a play of his, I lamost caught "Old times" in London... almost). He is most famous for the uncomfortable stretches of silence in his plays, in which the characters seemingly find it very hard to communicate with each other. Cool.

It's great for the Swedish Academy to recognize theater as another form of literature. Hoo-ray for Harold!

Spin! Spin! Spin!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

My gringa friend and I have been going to the gym for about a month. Yes, we're gym-buddies! haha. Anyways, what we always do is go to the spinning class. It's been quite an experience.

First off, I had only previously taken ONE spinning class in my life. It was back in college and me and my best girl bud almost died! It was horrible! Needless to say, we never returned.

Anyways, here I go back to spinning. After my first class, I almost passed out. No, this is not an expression. I literally almost fainted. I had to walk out before the end because I was fucking blacking out man! GEEZ! Not cool! Not cool! It all started getting dark, dark, DARK!... anyways, I was actually propelled to go back. And I did. And I didn't pass out. Thank goodness. But I'll tell you one thing, the next day my butt hurt SO BAD!!! It was sooo not funny. Those damn seats are killers! I mean my ass hadn't hurt that much since the first time I... oh, forget it...

There are these two instructors. One is this kind of lame and all soft-voiced guy. He has a nice body and his classis really easy to take. We think he’s boring. Then there's the other guy who actually makes you feel like you're training for the fucking Tour de France. He yells at us and goes over to our bikes and tells us to raise the resistance, and actually holds down the wheel with his hand if you don't. He's a fucking marine. And we love him, haha. I don't know, I mean he's short (and this just further proves my theory that short guys are evil), but he's like 100% muscle, yum... he has this rich deep voice (great for yelling) and he has an amazing ass! That is like a prerequisite to be a Spin instructor... have this huge round butt, haha. Cool. And this guy has a really tender face, quite cute. But he's nasty. And we love him for that. Yes, we have issues.

And the people who go to a spinning class are also interesting. We have this woman (the spin-class-wench) who looks like a former athlete in her forties who can cycle away at full speed and still have enough energy to yell across the room during most of the class (yes, she's annoying as hell). Then you have the spin-class-slut, a very gay-looking young guy who always wears skimpy shorts and tank tops, and when we stretch, he raises his leg real high, to show off his flexibility (that's a very BOTTOM-ish attitude, if you ask me, haha). Then there's the spin-class-hunk, this guy with AMAZING arms who just looks fantastic, sweaty or not. There are other varieties of spin-classmates, but this is enough for now, haha.

It sure is a challenge every time I go in, but so far spinning has been fun. I'm waiting for my flat stomach so I can be ready for high season here on the beach! Haha... if I could only stop eating tacos and drink less beer... oh well...

Musical interlude of the day

How'd I come?
Where'm I from?
What's my ultimate aim?
I don't know,
even so,
I'm glad I came!

-Here in Eden (from The Apple Tree by Sheldon Harnick)


Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Dammit, I feel liek this last week just flew by, and almost zero Germy posts.

Granted, a lot of my time now is dedicated to talking with my long-distance bf (that's another post altogether), I just reminds me how time consuming a relationship is. And I mean we just talk for like an hour or hour and a half each night (and not even every night). If he were here full-time, it would be even MORE. Damn. I'm not complaining (too much), I mean I like doing it and all, but it's just that other stuff has suffered, like my writing, reading and my training to become a super Germy developer and usability guru...

...silly me, I thought I'd made friends with time...

Germy's charitable act of the trimester

Ok, here is a link to donate money to the USA's UNICEF fund to help the children affected by the Earthquake in Pakistan (yes, it's the USA, but they have a credit card billing system that accepts money from any country in the world).

The casualty list has grown to over 35,000. ANY money you can donate is obviously welcomed.

Yes, I know, there is NEVER enough money to actually give some of it away. But this is a time when effort and sacrifice is needed. And you never know, mayeb we'll be hit by the next one...

DONATE to the fund for the Pakistan Eartquake.

Roomie update

Monday, October 10, 2005

My new roomie, the girl, just bought a surf board. How cool is that? I have a surfer chick as a flat mate. Sadly, my gringa friend said she wouldnt' let me near it because she found out I bought a lime-green inflatable tube when we went to the beach once . Arrgggghhhhh!

News Flash!

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

My man's nickname when he was younger was "Oso" (bear). That's what his ice-hockey teamates used to call him. Who the hell plays ice-hockey in Mexico anyways?

Nonetheless, this makes him seem even hotter than before. Yum...


Psst, psst...

If someone ever tells you that one of the main reasons they like you is that you fit perfectly in their arms... oh my... that guy's a keeper...

Germy has spoken!

Hot Toddy

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

In the post below, a fellow by the name of Hot-Toddy left a comment. I've been meaning to blog about him for a while, so I think this is the perfect opportunity.

No, this is not an "Oh my God! Hot-Toddy knows I'm alive!" post, although I sooo got that feeling when I saw he had written something, haha. Toddy has his own blog, Hot-Toddy's Toaster Oven, and I stumbled upon it a few months ago while I was seeing the nominees and winners of this years Bloggies. I saw the nominees for Best GLBT Weblog. They winner had been some gay guy from the US who was now living in Sweden; other than some faintly insightful lines, the only thing worthwhile about his blog was that every post included a new word in Swedish so as to expand your vocabulary (yeah, I know, like that's useful.. but it was original). Anyways, since I actually lived in Sweden with my then bf for all of 2 weeks, I found this blog was very appropriate: it was overwhelmingly white, very clean-looking and quite boring.

Then I decided to take a look at the poor boobs who had lost. Among then was one Hot Toddy. I thought the design of his site was neat, and then I started reading some of his posts. What I discovered was a very irreverent and unforgiving humor. It was quite entertaining, and addicting (he completely won me over with this little gem). I really loved the way Toddy sometimes made fun of his life in some posts, and completely bared his soul in others. It's amazing how you get to know someone through their daily musings on their existence. By the time Toddy announced his über-boyfriend Thor was moving away, well, having been in a similar predicament once, I couldn't help but feel his pain. It sucks to be single sometimes. But to have a partner and for some reason NOT be with him is a pain and sorrow native to some deep dark region in Hell.

I admire Toddy's wit and never-ending humor; I feel for him when he lashes out at mean comments on his blog; I find understanding in the way he yearns to be held by arms whose touch became second nature to him; I whine along with him when his bf doesn't call; I celebrate along with him when he has drinks with his friends at CC Slaughter's. And when he blogged about the torture of waiting for an HIV test result, well, I decided to comment on his blog for the first time.

Hopefully, when I grow up, I'll be just like him. Just with like black hair and stuff. =D

Conversation over Msgr

Monday, October 03, 2005

BUDDY: I don't know what's wrong with me Germy.
GERMY: Why? What's up?
BUDDY: I just love American guys. The blonde hair, the colored eyes, everything.
G: Yeap, I hear ya.
B: I mean seriously, whenever I go out, I'm hot for like 80% of the guys.
G: Oh, that's perfectly normal.
B: Really?
G: Yeah. There's nothing wrong with you. You're just a slut. :-)
B: Oh, good to know. I was getting worried.

Musical interlude of the day

I've got what you want,
I've got what you need.
I know how much you want it... yeah, yeah...

If we don't share this secret,
you just might die...
So I will give it to you,
and when I give it to you,
You will shout for joy
... and so will I!

-I've got what you want (from The Apple Tree, by Sheldon Harnick)


Saturday, October 01, 2005

We NEED to recruit people who will NOT give up on their scheduled duties and start whining about how hard they are and will only report all the excuses why they couldn't do it. PLEASE!

Ok, rant over... sheesh...