Here's a new submission to the Shower Room Gallery. Finally, some Ethnic blood.
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SUBMISSION #14
Meet Wayne of Watersea fame. I have come to know this blogger for the last 9 months. When I think of Wayne, the words Wacky, Care-free, and Joker immediately come to mind. Every single email, comment, correspondence I've ever received from him is infused with his silliness, and I mean that in the highest degree. He always makes me smile.
Wayne actually sent me 8 or 9 photos to choose from. I've decided to go with the wet striped dress shirt look. Gee... I wonder why? LOL. He also sent me a picture of him playing with soap and another one where he's making out with a shower puff. Typical Wayne!
In many ways, Wayne's happy-go-lucky spirit reminds me of myself often times. Watercolourboy has admitted that I'm a lot more light-hearted and free-minded in the flesh, quite a contrast to my blogger persona which tends to be very introspective at times. I think the real ME is somewhere in between.
So having said that, I do wonder how much of Wayne's wackiness makes it out in flesh form. He's actually met so manybloggerswhospeakhighly of him that I am convinced he's the real deal.
Hence, here I am showcasing the 'serious' side of Watersea Wayne.
When I first started this blog, I've always wanted to talk about things that I find sensual and sexy. This is why I'm starting a new segment on the Shower Room with hopes that continuous discussion would be generated between my readers and myself.
A concern that I have is that this upcoming Fetish Files will turn into a tasteless raunchy smut talk when all I want is a candid, uncensored, and meaningful conversation about different approaches to our sensuality and self-fulfillment. But we're gonna have to see what happens. This is unchartered territory.
The Fetish Files will be updated on a regular basis based on the additions and suggestions from you, my readers. Perhaps we can BOTH teach each other a thing or two.
On the left hand column, there's a new segment heading with the different 'Fetish Files'. I plan on expanding on them very shortly. I'll post a first edition sometime this week. So, stick with me and let's make this interactive and fun.
Deal?
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I'm no Guru
I've received two emails in the last month asking me: 'Guru, what is your secret with men?'
I'm no GURU. I'm not fit to give advice on dating, on relationships, on men. What do I know? I still have so much to learn as a 26 year old living the single life. For me, the best sex, the most sensual kiss, the greatest love, the man of my life, is still far down in my future.
To answer the original question: I don't really have a secret. By far, I'm NOT a supermodel. But I will tell you my approach and that is to be honest with myself and with others. My reflection in the mirror? It took me two decades to appreciate and finally love what I see. I go by the concept that it's impossible for others to love you when you don't love yourself.
You'll be surprised how well guys respond to confidence with sincerity. Word of caution: Don't be boring. Branch out of the norm, relax, and take that risk. Let that devil out, and let him play a little. I mean... with being goody two-shoes, you're only inviting guys to be your friend, not your potential lover.
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Goodbye, my friend. I will miss your eloquence and your insight. I wish you happiness and love.
I went to a breeder party last night. All I can say is NEVER again!
"I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny..."
One word: Karaoke. I do have to point out that something has to be said about two straight boys doing a duet to Sir Mix-A-Lot's Baby Got Back. The party of 25 people started at 6pm. Good thing I didn't show up 'til 10:30pm. LOL. Yeah yeah, trend-settlingly late as always.
I left the party shortly after midnight and headed to a danceclub. I was solo. I'm convinced I have my MOJO back after so long. We'll see how long this lasts, but I don't have a problem meeting guys. I don't know what it is, I've just been feeling super sexy and super confident lately. And 100% of the time, I've been getting great reception. I had spoken to so many guys, I had lost count.
I met this guy who I ended up spending most of my time with, quite attractive, only to find out much much later that he has a boyfriend. He says: "We have an open relationship." That totally pissed me off. We traded digits, but needless to say, he's not getting a call back.
All that time, I could have made my move on this Shy Blonde Dude that I've had a major crush on since January. I know he wants me and holy god do I want him! It's just a matter of time before we meet.
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The trouble with having a large family is that there's always some occasion to be celebrated. Today is my parents' 31st wedding anniversary. I have no choice but to go to their house and show my face somehow. I wanted to spend my Sunday doing meaningless stuff for me.
I'm also trekking it there again next weekend. Oh, and I'm NOT heading to Montreal for pride anymore. The plans got scrapped. I really can't be bothered with planning these things. I have a feeling that I'll have so much fun here in this city either way.
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Before I forget, I'm on TV this weekend - it was either shown last night or it will be shown tonight at a local news station. My peers all nominated me as their spokesperson to speak on behalf of the volunteer organization.
I was hesitant but it didn't take much convincing. All they had to say was that there was no one better in front of the camera since I was cute, I was eloquent, I was bursting with life, and that I was a television personality waiting to get national exposure. Oh dear. I can't even remember half the things that I said in the interview. Hopefully, nothing too embarrassing. LOL.
I'm not really jumping up and down though. The irony of it all is that I will not get to see myself. When I moved into my new apartment, I decided not to subscribe to cable tv. I figured TV takes so much of my time. Not having much of it will encourage me to do more creative writing and painting. At present, I have yet to do either.
I am so full of energy. I just got home and had a very interesting evening. I don't even know where to start.
I met someone tonight. Let's call him *Clark Kent*. He's so fuckin' beautiful and has an amazing body. I have pictures to prove it. God, I've never met anyone so vain and assured of himself in all my life. It was both a turn on and a turn off.
Sample conversation:
Me: "You are so handsome." Him: "Yeah I know!"
So get this: He's American who's in town only for the weekend. Oh... not to mention... he's blonde. If you've been keeping track, it looks like my streak of blondes is not about to fade anytime soon.
But here's the kicker: Clark Kent looks alot like the guy I fell hard for 18 months ago. (You can read up on the back story here and here). In some quiet moments, I treated Clark Kent as if he was someone else, someone that I loved very deeply.
Our kisses were amazing. The sex was great. I shot a huge load all over his face and he loved it. I told him I have a little fetish with showers, and he let me indulge. That made me a happy guy. Still, I came away feeling empty tonight.
There's more I wish to share like the fact that I am alone in my bed and he's not here with me. But enough of this drama. I had a lot of fun. In the meantime, I need to get some sleep. I have work tomorrow.
I took this picture prior to Spud Anthony's funeral services at my mom's backyard. Yup. We did the speeches and words of goodbye sort of thing.
My little brother Anthony looked at me as if I had lost my mind holding the urn with a stretched out arm, and the camera on the other hand.
"Well, bro... it's symbolism. The urn with the blue sky in the background... it's like Spud being in doggie heaven." "Oh... you're a genius!" He says.
My funny little thumb is sticking out, nonetheless I like the finish product.
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A Visit to My Apartment
I stopped by my older brother Mike's house on Monday and ended up having dinner there. It's really funny how civil and human we are with each other. This is the same guy I had fist fights with in my youth. And I, being the smaller boy, had the bruises and the black eye.
Mike ended up driving me home downtown. My place was immaculate when I left for work this morning so I invited Mike up. He's aware I'm gay, but we've never had the big talk. It's been a very LONG time since I brought girls home other than my bestfriend Sunshine Girl.
If he is still questioning my sexual preference, the huge pride flag in my balcony would have solidified my position in his mind... not to mention the poppers, and the huge bottle of lube beside the bed. Still, I doubt breeders know what they are to begin with. Pity.
Oh, let's not forget the pictures of myself with various men on my fridge. You just can't ignore that. Mike is not stupid but he kept silent and seemed fascinated looking around. And then he ran into my DVD's.
"Can I borrow some DVD's?" He says.
Oh dear - the Gay Porn! In horror, I stalled by pointing that he should definitely see the Brazillian film 'City of God'. [pointing to the DVD case] "You gotta see this movie, man. The quote here [on this DVD case] by Roger Ebert was right on the money. One of the best films I've ever seen..."
Anyways, he eventually sees the porn which led to an awkward moment. No doubt he has lots to talk about when he comes home to his wife.
(If you haven't already, check out WatercolourBoy's recap of our friday night outing. *** Babe, you had me laughing at my knees when I read of The Bore. ***)
Man#4: Another American in Toronto
So I spent the majority of my weekend with N.Y. Guy. When I first laid my eyes on him and his hot body, I had no choice but to say hello. My 'hello' was very well received. I was out to have some fun, so was he. And it just clicked, we clicked. Obviously at the end of the night, he received an invite to my place for another form of... dancing.
I guess I made quite an impression on him as he confesses that he senses sincerity and goodness in me. He then dropped an unexpected bomb: "I don't want to have sex. I want to make love to you." He went on to say that for him to make love to me, he needs to get to know me better. And that involves waiting. Naturally, I was skeptical. He's from out of town, and as I mentioned earlier, long distance relationships are a no-no for me.
Somehow, he was starting to convince me. I don't know how, but already he's making plans on visiting me every weekend, and I'm invited south. I played along. I played along a little too well. I started letting go of my boundaries and really put myself on the line. For those fleeting times, it was wonderful. I could feel the end of my toes as if they were as close to my eyes as my nose, and my ears became extra sensitive when we kiss. Hell, my body became super sensitive to touch. And everytime I breathe air into my lungs, I would feel a tickle inside. It was intoxicating snuggling with him in my bed for two nights.
I invited him to skate the CNE grounds with me on Saturday afternoon. We in-line skated for over 3 hours. We had so much to talk about, so much to share with each other. I wanted to show him a bit of Toronto that would involve doing something physical. At the two hour mark, he couldn't keep up with me so I kept on stopping to look back. Sigh. If this was any indication, I think I might just end up giving NY Guy a heart attack in bed, if we ever do get to that point. I have to be honest here that seeing this super fit guy lose breath gave quite an ego boost to the competitor in me.
Anyways, this doesn't end in a good way. To make a complicated story short, NY Guy had issues with his EX. Due to an undeserved guilt, NY Guy abandoned me at 7am on Sunday morning to be elsewhere. This made me quite upset. "I'll call later." He says this right before he left my apartment. I figured later meant around noon as we talked about having Sunday brunch. NY Guy finally calls at 8:30 on Sunday night.
Needless to say, I was pissed. I told him: "it was wonderful getting to know you." That was that - I hung up. He really needed to get himself a spine when dealing with his Ex. Meanwhile, I waited all afternoon. I became worried. I got worked up in this when I shouldn't have. He made me believe in something. And, I got really hurt.
If he disappoints me now, he'll only disappoint me beyond belief in the future. So...on the upside, I'm glad I don't get to invest any more of my time with NY Guy. Though, there is something in me that says: "Damn, I didn't get to work his ass good."
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My heart is broken. But I'm a big boy. And now I get to write about it. Three cheers to bachelorhood. The fireworks is mesmerizing from my angle.
I'm enjoying my bachelorhood. I'm juggling men. Fun fun fun.
However, there are consequences. It's like playing with fire, and I'm playing with people's emotions. At some point, someone's feelings will get hurt. Even mine.
This weekend, that's exactly what happened. I got burnt.
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Man#1: An American far from Toronto
I received another email from C.C. (as in Christopher Columbus), the beautiful American boy I met during Pride. He wants to pursue some sort of relationship. We're both cognizant of the difficulties attached with long distance romance. I told him this is something I'm not prepared for.
But, CC wants to give 'us' a try. He wrote: "...bottom line, I refuse not to take risks and the weekend I spent with you truly was one of, if not, the best of my life."
Reading this, I am conflicted. I am unbearably touched and absolutely elated that I made someone of his caliber very happy. I feel so loved. But guilt creeps in because I can not reciprocate his feelings in the same magnitude. I had a very special connection with CC. He blew me away (literally and metaphorically speaking). But I have reservations, details I won't expand on to bog down my readers.
C.C. wants to visit me, either end of the month, if not August. Which would be great, I want to see him again. But it feels too soon. And having that kind of reaction in itself is a BAD sign.
I should be straight-forward and tell him how I feel, but it's virtually impossible to do this without hurting his feelings. I guess that's why I haven't called or replied to any of his emails in the last week. I'm delaying the inevitable.
I get another call from him that same evening. "All day, I've been thinking about our kiss." he says. I don't blame him. That kiss was pretty damn hot. Again, he's asking me out on a date. If this was all for sex, then I'm for it. But he has alot of drama attached to him regarding his ex-boyfriend.
I can NOT get involved. So, I turn him down.
When he made his move to kiss me that morning, I ran with it because it was fun and exciting at the time. I was impressed that he was really going after me. That was gutsy and brave. I felt that I needed to reward him. Ahem!
And honestly folks, I was turned on. I know I blew him away with my reaction and the fact that I took charge. And now he can't resist.
He called again on Saturday. Call Display is my best friend. I didn't pick up.
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Man#3: The Shy Blonde
I guess Blonde Cutie liked me more than I realized. We had a date last Sunday. He finally confessed to me that he is shy.
Gasp. "Mary, you are soooo not shy." "Oh gurlfrieeennnd, I am!"
Since we both love Brazillian Bossanova, he bought tickets to a Bebel Gilberto concert in August. Still a month away, Blonde Cutie says he's hoping to take me. I said yes without thinking.
I'd like to hang out with him, but I don't know about another "date".
I was right. So far so good. Met some really cool people this weekend. And... get this... someone fell in love with me. Met him at a club last night. It was so effortless. He can testify since he was there.
Sigh.
And here's more: He's American. Aw Gawd! I haven't known him for more than six hours and already he's talking about pursuing a long-distance relationship with me. I get to spend the entire weekend with him.
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On a side note, super sexy Sissy is back! Temporarily. You can catch up with him here at Zeitzeuge.
I had a heavy make-out session with my neighbour this morning. Oh my god. Is my life that uncomplicated that I'm inviting drama into my life?
The bastard finally made a move on me. So... naturally I ran with it. More later.
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I'm infatuated with this brunette bombshell who sent me a lovely email. He's so sexy. Ofcourse he has to have a boyfriend, but I don't see why he can't be my new crush of the month.
*** Kevin: This is silly talk but if I'm still studly & buff, to honour your request at your grave, I'll fly west. I'll go shirtless and carry you myself with the Pet Shop Boys''I Wouldn't Normally Do This Kind Of Thing' playing in the background. ***
*** Sorry Steven. You've been unintentionally replaced... and so quickly too. But feel free to redeem the card if I'm ever around....okay... I'm just playin'. We cool, babe? ***
Argh! There are too many sexy bloggers out there I just can't contain myself. Oh...and here's another uber sexy mother. I drooled looking through some of his linked pictures at his site. I daydreamed of how nice it would be to have those arms as my pillow. Sigh.
*** Jake: I have no problem using my magic to turn you into an irreversible rice queen. Aaaaahh! ***
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To end on an even brighter note, I'm really looking forward to my weekend. It's been some time since I felt this way. Not even during Pride, believe it or not. I think I just got my MOJO back, baby! I get this strong feeling that I'm gonna meet lots of cool people who will naturally fall in love with me.
Help! I'm obsessed! The idea of getting more tattoos is not going away. It took me five years to get the one that I already have on my shoulder. I don't regret it one bit, but I know I shouldn't rush into getting a new one just yet.
In turn, I've been playing around with some fake tattoos periodically (though inconsistently) for the past year. The picture above was taken two days ago. And yes, that's my reflection. If I recall correctly, the Chinese writings read as 'eternal summer god'.
I put it on as I was about to meet someone new.
A Sunday Afternoon Date
I had a date with *Blonde Cutie*, a very personable guy I met online who I've been chatting with for the last month. Yes boys, not another blonde! He's been anxious to meet me for weeks. But he's a workaholic, and I've been busy with volunteer work in the evenings. So when I called to tell him the news that I stayed in town, he jumped at the chance to meet me.
(Back to the tattoo obsession talk: Blonde Cutie later confess that he was impressed and drawn to the tattoos. I think this is a sign for me to go forward with more. Anyways...)
Off I lead Blonde Cutie to check out the Toronto Street Festival, the Outdoor Art Festival, and then to Church Street to dine at O'Grady's patio. (Note to self: unless I'm there ONLY for drinks, avoid that restaurant. Good location. Mediocre, if not bad, food.)
It was a blast putting the voice and words I knew of Blonde Cutie together with the physical form that makes up the rest of him. No doubt that Blonde Cutie is attractive. But I wasn't clicking with him which I suppose is a good thing because Blonde Cutie has some heavy baggage with his ex. Despite this, we did have a great time getting to know each other.
Right before we said our goodbyes, I spurt out the "F" word:
"I'd like us to be 'friends'" I told him.
I think he felt the same way. We both realized that we weren't each others' Mr. Right. He still has issues surrounding his ex and he's testing out the waters, while I was simply looking to be stimulated. Despite this, we know that we both met someone cool in each other. This might just be the right ingredients for a great lasting friendship. Who knows? Time will tell.
Here's something I haven't done for some time - draw attention to some e-mail.
*** When I visited Room Sixteen a few weeks back, I was alarmed by JDub's non descript message about "the two biggest things ever to happen in [his] life". So, I wrote him an email of support. This weekend, I finally received word back. JDub recently lost his mother to leukemia. If you've had the pleasure of getting to know JDub through his words, then I urge you to send him some much needed love at dullrazors01@yahoo.com
***1000 Words & More: A picture paints a thousand words, and that's exactly what Aaron Edwards, its creator, is portraying. This is a new blog site I found...or rather, he found me. A story behind every one of his daily-updated photos. Other than the fact that it can be tricky navigating through his site, I was blown away with the blog concept.
I really have to give Aaron huge applause for his creativity and artistry. Since I'm such a visual person, I really dig his ideas. I love the signatured stylized dark look of his photos and his site. The last time I was blown away like this, it was with the sexiness of this guy.
*** Stupid Ryan: Tell Josh I updated. Only for him. Wink wink.
***Homer: You made me blush. The pictures are for my eyes only. Hee hee! Thanks for sharing your hot story, I feel so priveleged!
*** Scott, thanks for the pics of those tighty-whities. They were neat!
***MeZack: It's great that we trade webphoto albums showing things we've been up to. You such a little cutie! Yes, I thought of taking the large wooden chair, but I realize it won't fit in the elevator.
Guys (and two girls) - thank you for the emails of support! They were great - from pictures to porn to talks of fetishes - oh my! I actually do feel 98% better. I just need to get laid though. Oh wait. I sort of did last night. Uhmmmm. Sort of.
Anyways, I think I just opened up a new window... FETISHES! Thank you for sharing - anything from massages to waxing. Mmmmm. Share yours and I'll share mine. I've always wanted to talk about what excites me, not necessarily in a sexual standpoint.
So... keep the emails coming. Tell me your story. I can take your shit, good or bad. And I promise to reply to every single message I receive.
My weekend plans are ruined. Because I haven't been feeling good as of late, it's been strongly advised that I stay in town all weekend. Apparently, I've contracted a virus since last weekend.
I'm one very healthy boy and I never get sick. But the combination losing my dog and working too much made me susceptible. Last tuesday was the last time I went to the gym. I fought with all my might to resist going home and sticking to my exercise routines. I was thankful and proud but I nearly passed out by the end. That should have given me the biggest clue to see my doctor.
Anyways, the doctor has advised me to should stay away from carbonated drinks and spicy foods. I think he also meant alcohol. Rest is key, not dropping into bed due to dancing all night long for three nights in a row.
I am really disappointed. Guys cheer me up. Send me an email. Tell me your fantasies, your fetishes. Recommendations? Movies to see? Books to read? Porn to enjoy... I recently bought these twoDVD's and have enjoyed the film commentary by the surprisingly eloquent and very personable John Rutherford, the director.
So...Tell me anything. Let's make this interactive.
There's so many people out there who I've never heard from. Say hello.
I screen my phone calls. I'm notorious for it. If I don't know who's calling, I don't pick up. 95% of the time, this works in my favour.
The other 5% is my missed opportunity. Like the long-distance call I received thinking it was from a telemarketer. I didn't check my voicemail until much later. It turns out to be my new American friends I met during Pride two weeks ago.
They were having a pool party and watching the fireworks. They thought of me and felt I should join in their fun via phone. Aw, wasn't that thoughtful? Damn, I should've picked up my phone. They want me to visit down there. In their happy long message, they ask with genuine interest on the federal election results. "Our media just doesn't cover Canadian politics. The conservatives better have not made it...." One of them says. "It was the Liberals we wanted, right?"
If you kids hadn't figured out by now, during those last two days of Pride, I found myself a temporary boyfriend with a beautiful American boy. I got shivers just hearing his voice again. We met on the street, instant chemistry. I clicked with his entire posse too. It was great. I ended up ditching some friends to hang out with these guys. LOL.
Anyways, I got an email from you know who yesterday. I'm all smiles. He doesn't know about this blog, but I hope he won't mind if I share some excerpts of his email:
"...I think of you often and have been having flashback snapshots of our time together... ...I think about you in your leather pants and how hot you looked dancing... ...Bestill my heart. I think about how I was sitting on the scaffolding wishing you were there and the thrill to know that you had been looking for me and found me amongst a million people... ...I think about being in the shower with you... ...I think of your kisses and how beautiful you looked lying on your stomach spreading your gorgeous ass for me and how it felt to be inside you and have you give yourself to me... ...I think about how much I wanted you inside me and how erotic it was to be possessed by you..."
It's always great to know when others are thinking of you. I find it comforting. This email came at the best time. I've had a very difficult week, mentally and emotionally. And other night, I fell into bed due to physical exhaustion. I've decided I should take it easy with volunteer work.
Looking ahead to the weekend, my self-prescribed method of recovery? I'm heading out of town today to party my ass off with a good friend alongside with a whole city crowd. I'm gonna dance like there's no tomorrow. I'm gonna get drunk. And, I'm gonna get laid.
Who knows, maybe I'll find myself another temporary boyfriend for the entire weekend.
I really did think that the grieving process for the departure of my dog Spud would be easier. I had this preconceived idea that I could just put it away the memories in my backpocket and refer back to it when it's convenient. But that hasn't been the case. My heart sinks at the thought of kidney failure and not having had a proper goodbye.
So, my enormous gratitude goes to everyone who sent emails and left comments. It really does help to know that many of you can relate.
Anyways, on to some YUMMY business... here we go again with another submission to the Shower Room Gallery, another chance for me to kiss more ass.
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SUBMISSION #12
This is Steven at Apt 3E from Queens, New York. So I asked the obvious question: Does he actually live in Apt.3E?
Stalkers take note: he did... or rather he used to.
I have developed a silly little crush on Steven over the last few months. He already knows this. If I ever do meet him in person, I'll make sure to brush up on my shield of confidence, and ensure my nails are immaculately manicured and maintained. (*** Steven, I've been taking pointers, see? ***)
As for Steven's blog, I emailed him and asked if there was anything in particular that I should draw attention to. According to Steven's humble reply, he tries to capture being human in his blog. He is "...prone to making mistakes, and fully admit them." He admits he is "far from a perfect person, but [he] certainly try to be a good person where [he] can."
Aw babe, we just can't forget the time when you helped the blind cross the street. My HERO! OR the time you turned that two-way subway train kiss into a makeout menage-a-trois kiss-a-thon. That was...mmmmm... your dirty imagination. Aw, my hero!
Spud is one beautiful dog. Though he seemed healthy, time was bound to catch up. Knowing this certainty doesn't make things easier though. I feel like I lost a part of my family.
I will not dwell on the drama that actually did transpire. I'll spare you the details. Everyone has lost a pet at some point.
It hurts alot. I haven't cried like I have in a long time. But I guess this is part of being human.
Yesterday was one memorable Canada Day. Spent it with family. We had one hilarious time at my sister's backyard. The day was filled with jokes and play, and right off the bat, everyone neglected to realize that you need food for a barbeque. That was pretty stupid silly of us.
But it worked out for the better as we ended up going to a Chinese grocery (the only place ever open on a holiday), and managed to buy fireworks in the process. I bought Canada Day umbrella hats for everyone, but no one wanted to wear them... so that kinda sucked... but at least I got some beautiful pictures out of it. Below is a picture of my niece playing by the stairs
My siblings and I had a thorough discussion about a dilemma we're facing. I mentioned a phone conversation with my younger brother Marc earlier in the week. It seems everyone had a near-similar experience that went something like this:
"Marc... stop crying!"
"I can't! I'm crying in the middle of Scotia Plaza and everyone is watching me!"
Marc has been super emotional lately. Man, he really needs to come out of the closet. Sometimes, I feel sorry for his girlfriend... (she was also present in the family barbeque).
The above picture was taken last night. I decided to have my own fireworks by my balcony.
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Update: I have answers from the unsolved mystery I mentioned yesterday. I received some pictures via email. The guy is from Ann Arbor, Michigan. I remember him now. A very nice guy. He says I have a place to stay over there should I want to visit. Damn, he's just not my type!
I ran into this earlier in the week. I just felt I had to share the satirical genius of Ben Sargent.
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National holiday here in Canada * Went to a friend's place last night * He prepared a very nice dinner * started drinking at 7 * By 11, we had both fallen asleep on the couch * we were supposed to go out dancing * Sadly, he couldn't recover, and I braved the bars and clubs alone at midnight * Met some interesting people * Hmmmmm... let's leave it at that.
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Heading to see family this afternoon * I've got a new pride-related unsolved mystery * Received a text message on my cellphone yesterday * I looked up the area code * He's from Michigan * I do not recall who he is * He was asking for my email address * He wants to send the pics he took of "us together" * Replied back with my email address * Hmmmmm.... I'll let you know if I fucked him... so stayed tuned.
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