Just out of curiosity...

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

does anybody even remember who AMLO was?

What ever became of him? Is he too busy creating his parallel government? Is he plotting his next political comeback? Does anyone really care?

Innocent quesions... and a reminder that true idealism really is dead.

Some films and random thoughts

It seems like finally some decent movies are coming out this fall. I saw The Prestige the other day. Cool film. It's no work of art, but it's increasingly rare to see a well thought-out film with a lavish production and good performances. And Hugh Jackman is just insanely hot. And so is Christian Bale. Yum.

I heard Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillipe were splitting up. I say good; now me and Ryan can finally be together! Yum. That man is crazy-beautiful. And he has a fantastic ass. Btw, his wife literally stole the Oscar away this year from Felicity Huffman. I saw "Transamerica" a little while back, and Mrs. Huffman's performance is infinitely more complex and heartbreaking than the supporting role Whitherspoon played in "Walk the line". Yet another travesty by the Academy.

I did one of the gayest things in my life ast week. I went to see a singalong theatrical showing of Funny Girl. I seriuosly love this film, Barbra Striesand's Oscar-winning film debut, and this event seemed like fun. I remember stumbling upon the original soundtrack LP many years ago and playing it ad-nauseum on my mom's record player. I know, too gay for words. Anyways, the evening was fun but I realized that there are people much gayer than me. Boooooo.

Since long distance phone calls are ridiculously cheap here in the US, I've decided to try and keep more in touch with my friends. I've now vowed to at least call one friend per week, maybe more. I seriously have very little time, but I think this is really worth it. I already make time to call my mom once or twice a week and chruch, so it's just a matter or setting my mind to do things. I've so far called people in the US and Mexico, gotten up to date info on their lives and tribulations, and it just feels good.

Speaking of buddies, I've had plenty of social contact with Mexican people but scarce contact with gay buddies. The only real gay social circle I know is the group of friends that my ex-bf hangs out with. Now don't get me wrong, they are nice enoguh people (most of them anyway) but I just don't find any of them particularly interesting, my ex-bf A included (ha! zero bitterness there!). Anyways, yesterday my ex A called and summoned me to an afternoon of "game playing" with his gay pals, so I packed up my condoms and my lube. Sadly it was a (non-sexual) role-playing murder mystery Halloween-themed game, so I was not gonna get lucky. The premise seemed interesting and I got to play a mad female dentist, lab coat and all, haha. Other guys dressed as a witch, mummy, jester, devil, RodgersAndHammerstein monster (my favorite) and a tramp (how gay was that?!?!). Anyway, it was an surprisingly entertaining evening, but it was somewhat spoiled by the fact that my damn ex-bf A forgot to mention that the only reason I got invited was because some other guy cancelled (in fact I think maybe 2 guys cancelled, so it might have even been third choice in the matter). It was less than thrilling to find this out in indirect casual conversation. And I even felt a little stung, something that's not too easy to do to me, mind you. Was Germy overreacitng and being a diva?

My only consolation was that they guy playing the witch was really hot, and turned out to be a fellow theater-loving geek. I was smitten. Sadly the guy playing the mummy was hig rather long-term boyfriend, and was equally hot and handsome. Dammit! There is no justice in this world. Sniff, sniff. Anyways, it's days like yesterday that make me really miss my gay buddies from MTY. Love ya'll!

Ok, another YouTube post...

Friday, October 20, 2006

But it's the best movie of the year... so says Germy...

Serge's new philosophies

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Seeing that Serge has gone through a few new philosophies in the past few weeks, I was reminded of a great song performed by the amazingly talented Kristen Chenoweth. Here she is in her Tony-winning role as Sally in "You're a good man, Charlie Brown" singing the perfectly titled "My new pilosophy":

(Serge, you know that I wouldn't be making fun of you if I didn't care.... ha!)

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Again (and a dark confession)

Friday, October 13, 2006

The other day, a friend sent me the following news headline via IM:

"Airplane crashes into NYC building".

Jesus-fucking-Christ. I swear my heart stood still and I immediately was transported back to that day when the entire world changed. That strange combined feeling of awe and fear and disbelief and just plain amazment. It all came back in that second it took me to open the link. But it was so much worse because now I was in this fucking war-loving country and therefore felt much less safe. Geez. "Oh no. Not again. Not again. Not again".

Anyways, it turned out to be a false-alarm (only 2 people died? That's nothin'!). The Yankees sadly lost a pitcher, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet I have to admit that in a deep, dark part of my heart, another feeling returned from that blackest of days. A feeling of satisfaction, of justice. A feeling that the biggest bullies in the world were actually as vulnerable as the rest of us. A sign that the giant was not made of stone and could actually bleed too. This dark shameful feeling also came rushing back. So with this confession I've made you a witness to the dark, twisted thoughts the mind and heart can sometimes conjure up. And in a way we're now accomplices. You and me.

Yes, it's 2am and I need to get to sleep.

About a boy

I know I haven't written in ages, I suck. Anyways, The Ex called me today and told me he had gotten mugged in London. Poor angel. Of course I wanted to hug him and comfort him, but, well, I'm really far away and that's not an option. It could be, but that decision doesn't concern me anymore.

Anyhow, I've been meaning to elaborate a little more about my relatonship with The Ex (or lack thereof). No, I'm not in a long-distance relationship with him (I'm not as crazy/brave as Psesito or Serge.... not anymore at least). We're not going steady, but he holds a special place in my heart that no other man has been able to fill.

This year we've seen eachother quite a few times already. We saw eachother for new years (did it in a seedy motel... SO cool!); he came over here to Seattle in june (doing it front of a full-length mirror is INCREDIBLY hot); he was my "date" for my brother's wedding in september (kicking your dad out of a hotel room in order to have sex with another man is more proof that there is just no more shame left on this planet! ha!). Our next meeting was supposed to take place in November at another wedding in Puebla, Mexico... but in the mugging he got his passport and visa stolen, so that plan might change. In any case, I guess I'd move up my planned trip to London from January to December...

"Just what the hell are you doing with this guy, Germy? What gives?" people have asked me. Gee, that's a very good question. The arrangement we have is actually really good right now. We get to occasionally fuck and snuggle, minus all the drama. Real down and dirty action, and cuddle time to boot. Who could ask for anything more??? Well, I could... but this is good enough... for now, at least. Cheers!