"How many gays could there be in New York City?!" - Eddie, AbFab

CHIEF

One of my favorite fashion pieces to rock is the handkerchief. It started when my hair was longer (naturally curly, sometimes unruly) and served as a quick fix when I didn't have time to properly style. Usually a standard blue/white paisley, but sometimes a green camo, the chief soon became part of the bad ass look I edge. Recently, my friends and I came across an extensive list for the hankie-code that has long served as a gay hook-up tool with different color handkerchiefs in different locations denoting sexual preferences and interests. One friend bought me 3 as a joke shortly after: mustard gold (seeking >8" cock), robin egg blue (69), and pink (dildos). Of course I have incorporated these colorful chiefs with my M.I.A. chief to make my own statement instead of wearing in back jean pockets. The easiest way is my traditionally on-top-of-the-head (as shown below), but also tie around my ankle in skinny jeans and converses or folded as band and tied around my bicep or head (as sweat band). It's a great way for guys to add some color and style in a hard tone with some street sensibility.












1. Lay chief in front of you with diamond orientation.
2. Flip over.
3. Fold bottom corner up good 9"-11" (but not all of way in half).
4. Flip right side back.
5. Align with center of forehead just above eye brows.
6. Pull left and right corners tight and tie behind head.
7. Pull top corner all of the way down over first knot (in step 6).
8. Tie left and right corners again over top corner.

Rainbow Geo

PRICE LE$$

How do you know the end?

How do you know when it's the end? Lights on at the club, casket carried to the grave, termination papers served, I thought endings were easy to identify. Friendship is harder. People grow up; people grow apart. One of my best friends for last 6 years and I are currently not speaking. Without belaboring the details, I'll try to hit key points. We took trip together and visited some of his family. He was humiliated by my actions and barely spoke to me during trip. Instead of trying to deal with it then, I chose to wait til after trip to deal in an attempt to minimize negativity while on trip. I really didn't want a full blowout thousands of miles from home. After home, he said he couldn't talk to me about it and needed more time/space. So going on a month now I have given just that. It feels weird not talking for so long when we would talk everyday if not every other day. But over this time I've also had time to reconsider our friendship. It is weird because I don't really feel all that sad...just upset that we never got to talk about it...never really made an attempt to understand each other's feelings. I've lost touch with friends before, even best ones, but never amidst a fight (well if you can say that a mutual decision to not talk a fight...not much action). With this much time gone past, I'm not sure if I ever will hear anything from him. I guess that's okay. I can't sit and wait. My life has already gone on, but I had hoped his friendship would be still be part of it. I'm happy and thankful for all good and bad times. I know I learned a lot, but also know that nothing lasts forever. So here is goodbye....

The days of my life...

...in a car running down trolls. I'm fucked up and getting fucked. That's the way my cookie crumbles. Homemade my grandmother's recipe...I may get carpel tunnel...or just tunnel deep and dark. Chunnel my way b/t metropoli, Greek slaves naked and fighting. My place is no ring, but bitch can fuck you up. I'm country...squirrely in fact...fermented pumpkin holed up with MAC in the tree...surprised? You don't even know me...say my name, bitch...say it right? You gotta bring better game if u want the title let alone flash ur nipple at the Super Bowl. You don't see my fire crotch blazing blogs and rags...not like u haven't seen it before. I've heard it all before...the record is broken, screeching ur banshee ass too long into the night. Bob White sells my coke all through the night...whooper-will...yes I will. Conviction without being convicted I walk that line. It's the edge...sharp and dangerous, but subtle in choice I drop my blade in the bush.

boy poet speak

why are people so down right mean ,
say ing low , disgrace ful words
that tears together in to part s .
does it really take so much ?
will joy ful though t s ever be hear d ?
sorry ugly ... you're time is up ;
turn around to live your last death !

Lingo

Trini. Tranny. Three is the number believe it or not. Not here; nor there; I'm everywhere that's nowhere. Dive bar rockin' Tammy...where is dear brother boy? His calling left him dragging a legacy. Can you hear the calling? Anamoly? Is it just me? My caller ID reads blank. Silence. The eye of the storm is passing...only half way there...the worst has past. Swelling, flooding Iniki ravages without blinking an eye. Passing in a New York minute will you ever be able to catch up? I'm ahead of the curve. Beep. Beep. Zip. Bang. Shots ring echo with echoes of pain. I hear it. You can't listen while you're talking. You register a bleep on my radar, Britney. They don't get you, so they persecute you. Hate you. But why do they hate you? Because they are jealous! They could have it to if only they would reach out and touch it. Say my name, Bastien. Life is within you and without you. It's your drama; you act in it. You're the super star...rock star...G Star...this light of mine I'm gonna let shine. Twinkle. Diamond. Are you fighting, Gladiator? When in Rome, do the Romans. Just do it, Nike...DO...DO...DO...do re me...feel the music. The beat of your heart. The crash of a wave.

PRICE LE$$

Spotted in the stall today at Borders:

Life as we know it...

If anyone actually still reads all this shit (as if...) just dropping a line to say, "Hi! I'm alive, and the world is fucked up!" Right? I have many upon many grievances with the world and how as a human race live our lives. The disparity between who we want to be, the ideals we value, and the pretty face painted outward in day-to-day mundane activities is a far cry from the truth and who *WE* actually are. The life I know now is not the life I want. It's time for change. It's time to stand up and represent. As one hot bitch says, "Quiet down now; I need to make a sound!!!" FUCK ALL.

more gay sheep

I like it hot.

Now I don't own a TV, but while visiting friends I do catch some good shows. Often the Food Network is great because the food is always so worked out. A real gem was Down Home with the Neely's when they did their fast foods special. Wings are always great, right? Here is the recipe. And as Gina would say, you can add as much hot and spice as you want because she tasted them before and "They weren't hot enough to slap my mama!"

NYC

New York New York, big city of dreams and everything in New York ain't always what it seems. Thanks, Epiphany! Peace. Love. Unity. Respect.

There is no one right way for people to live.

The revolution won't take place all at once.
It will be achieved incrementally, by people working off each other's ideas.
It will be led by no one.
It will not be the initiative of any political, governmental, or religious body.
It has no targeted end point.
It will proceed according to no plan.
It will reward those who further the revolution with the coin of the revolution.

my flock of gay sheep