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Off Topic Forums => Off Topic Forum => Topic started by: Miss Philicia on June 10, 2008, 09:57:58 am
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I AM SO F*CKING TIRED OF THIS CRAP!
Thank goodness after FIVE DAYS of a massive heat wave a cold front will arrive at approximately 8pm, along with 6 solid hours of strong thunderstorms which just flooded the midwest. Whatever -- the high will still be 88°F/30°C tomorrow. Some relief!
I detest summer. Seriously.
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I love summer. Seriously. I cannot stand all that cold weather BS. Still...it has been impossibly hot here of late. I will give you that.
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David
I do sincerely hope that you have a good air conditioner...and if you need one you will call me and let me know because we can run down to Home Depot and get you one.
I have developed a slight heat rash in the southern region. I hope you are doing ok.
Joel
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Can I just say one thing?
You can never have too many hats, gloves or shoes.
Cheers. Thanks a lot.
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David
I do sincerely hope that you have a good air conditioner...and if you need one you will call me and let me know because we can run down to Home Depot and get you one.
I have developed a slight heat rash in the southern region. I hope you are doing ok.
Joel
Oh, they installed central AC in my apartment the year I moved in. My apartment would be uninhabitable otherwise, because I'm on the top floor of a +100 year old building and there's not even any crawl space containing insulation that I know of. The sun beats down directly on my ceiling and I have to run the AC as soon as it gets to 75 outside. My electrical bill for a one bedroom is wretched, but what's a girl to do?
ps: Tim, I exposed Mouse to Ab Fab (specifically the "Morocco" episode) and he didn't seem to appreciate the experience.
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ps: Tim, I exposed Mouse to Ab Fab (specifically the "Morocco" episode) and he didn't seem to appreciate the experience.
Pearls are clutched furiously.
These kids today...
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I'm not sure he found Paris is Burning particularly spectacular either, but then it's a bit sordid and depressing in parts. But you gotta love how a Jewish lesbian somehow cracked into that Harlem ball subculture... but then again Philicia managed to do it too around that same year. I slept with one of the contestants in the "Butch Queen Realness" category but unfortunately he's currently living here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auburn_Prison) and can't be easily reached. I'm not quite sure what he did to gain entrance into that lofty institution as the last time he called me (collect, naturally) he wouldn't tell me. Something tells me when the day comes (and I have no idea how close or far off that would be either) that he's released he'll somehow locate me and try and move in.
Yet another in a long string of troubled swarthy men I seem to attract, generally of the horribly untamable sort. I really need to settle down with a nice, normal young man.
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this swarthy thing has trouble written all over it.
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Oh... you don't know the half of it, sister. I really must tell you all about Miguel, my man in San Juan. A well known local felon, he stupidly put on a pair of handcuffs in my hotel room and locked them, then we couldn't find the keys. I had to get to the airport to make my flight, so I wrapped a towel around his wrists and told him to go sort it out on his own. There was nothing I could do, and they weren't my handcuffs nor had I told him to put them on in the first place.
Anyway, he leaves with the towel and about 30 mintues later the front desk clerk summons me to the lobby where a group of San Juan police are gathered with Miguel, demanding to know why this known felon left my hotel room with a pair of locked handcuffs. To make matters worse, in the adjoining al fresco bar there were at least 2 guys observing all of this mayhem that I'd also slept with, and the entire hotel staff was gagging since I'd basically tipped them all to overlook the fact that my hotel room was practically a brothel for 5 days.
*sigh*
Years later Miguel was found dead outside the Atlantic Beach Hotel (http://www.atlanticbeachhotel.net/) (ps: NEVER stay there!) around 6am from an apparent bullet wound. And, of course, since it's a very small world that I live in it was a friend of mine from Philadelphia down there visiting that was the one that happened upon the still warm corpse.
He was really hot though -- part Italian, part Puerto Rican. Covered in tattoos and with severe cockage -- that thing was massive even when it was flacid. Plus we'd spend entire nights just playing pool, drinking beer and snorting copious amounts of pure cocaine... then we'd go out dancing with a bunch of trannies. Miguel even once completely bloodied up some guy for trying to pick me up at the after hours bar. That was a bit messy.
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You life is not exactly an Edith Wharton novel, is it Philly.
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Oh... you don't know the half of it, sister. I really must tell you all about Miguel, my man in San Juan. A well known local felon, he stupidly put on a pair of handcuffs in my hotel room and locked them, then we couldn't find the keys. I had to get to the airport to make my flight, so I wrapped a towel around his wrists and told him to go sort it out on his own. There was nothing I could do, and they weren't my handcuffs nor had I told him to put them on in the first place.
Anyway, he leaves with the towel and about 30 mintues later the front desk clerk summons me to the lobby where a group of San Juan police are gathered with Miguel, demanding to know why this known felon left my hotel room with a pair of locked handcuffs. To make matters worse, in the adjoining al fresco bar there were at least 2 guys observing all of this mayhem that I'd also slept with, and the entire hotel staff was gagging since I'd basically tipped them all to overlook the fact that my hotel room was practically a brothel for 5 days.
*sigh*
Years later Miguel was found dead outside the Atlantic Beach Hotel (http://www.atlanticbeachhotel.net/) (ps: NEVER stay there!) around 6am from an apparent bullet wound. And, of course, since it's a very small world that I live in it was a friend of mine from Philadelphia down there visiting that was the one that happened upon the still warm corpse.
He was really hot though -- part Italian, part Puerto Rican. Covered in tattoos and with severe cockage -- that thing was massive even when it was flacid. Plus we'd spend entire nights just playing pool, drinking beer and snorting copious amounts of pure cocaine... then we'd go out dancing with a bunch of trannies. Miguel even once completely bloodied up some guy for trying to pick me up at the after hours bar. That was a bit messy.
5 Star Post.
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Oh... you don't know the half of it, sister. I really must tell you all about Miguel, my man in San Juan. A well known local felon, he stupidly put on a pair of handcuffs in my hotel room and locked them, then we couldn't find the keys. I had to get to the airport to make my flight, so I wrapped a towel around his wrists and told him to go sort it out on his own. There was nothing I could do, and they weren't my handcuffs nor had I told him to put them on in the first place.
Anyway, he leaves with the towel and about 30 mintues later the front desk clerk summons me to the lobby where a group of San Juan police are gathered with Miguel, demanding to know why this known felon left my hotel room with a pair of locked handcuffs. To make matters worse, in the adjoining al fresco bar there were at least 2 guys observing all of this mayhem that I'd also slept with, and the entire hotel staff was gagging since I'd basically tipped them all to overlook the fact that my hotel room was practically a brothel for 5 days.
*sigh*
Years later Miguel was found dead outside the Atlantic Beach Hotel (http://www.atlanticbeachhotel.net/) (ps: NEVER stay there!) around 6am from an apparent bullet wound. And, of course, since it's a very small world that I live in it was a friend of mine from Philadelphia down there visiting that was the one that happened upon the still warm corpse.
He was really hot though -- part Italian, part Puerto Rican. Covered in tattoos and with severe cockage -- that thing was massive even when it was flacid. Plus we'd spend entire nights just playing pool, drinking beer and snorting copious amounts of pure cocaine... then we'd go out dancing with a bunch of trannies. Miguel even once completely bloodied up some guy for trying to pick me up at the after hours bar. That was a bit messy.
LOVED this story, although maybe they'd be quicker reads if you only pointed out the folks you DIDN'T sleep with (i.e. "a group of San Juan police, who I didn't sleep with...", etc.).
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Hot eh?
Think of it as the Lord's way of preparing you sissified perverts for the eternal torments of Hell.
Glory!
MtD
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Hot eh?
Think of it as the Lord's way of preparing you sissified perverts for the eternal torments of Hell.
Glory!
MtD
LOL
I'm ok with the heat. Cant stand the cold though.
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70 degrees in Los Angeles....*neener neener*
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Dallas is
87°F
Cloudy
Wind: S at 6 mph
Humidity: 62%
Totally normal weather for us...
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Oh, and I'm about to cook a roast in this heat. Absurd, I know.... but whatever. I bought the meat days ago and it needs to be cooked before it spoils.
I need to dash to the supermarket for shallots though -- MUST have roasted shallots with this always!
Other than that tonight is the season finale of WORK OUT!
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Here in Boolaboolabongbong it's a seasonal 11 degrees C at 85% humidity.
MtD
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Other than that tonight is the season finale of WORK OUT!
OMG, I hate that show! I gave it a few episodes because it was Bravo and I'm gay, but no way.
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Think yourself lucky..this was our headline news this morning:
Motorists in Southland are being warned to take extreme care as snow, hail and sleet have made driving conditions dangerous.
The severe gale force winds predicted have eased but heavy snowfall is still on the agenda for parts of the country as a cold front makes it way across New Zealand.
The Radio Network's head weather analyst Philip Duncan says the South Island has been battered by very strong winds where gusts of more than 150 kilometres an hour has been recorded.
Hugs
Jan :-*
(who is now wondring how she can fit all her babies into the the lounge in front of the log fire.. ;))
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Dallas is
87°F
Cloudy
Wind: S at 6 mph
Humidity: 62%
Totally normal weather for us
Winn
I came home last night from Dallas (after a 6 hour delay - thank you AA) and it was hotter here....at midnight!. Plus - NYC in this kinda heat...it ain't pretty.
Pete
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Give me hot stinking summer weather any day. I hate the cold. It's a cold and depressing 17 C (about 65 F) at the moment and it's about to get worse, so they reckon, wet and cold for the weekend.
Philicia - you need to write a novel or novella about your exploits with Miguel. We don't get many Dominicans down this way, but you've definitely peaked my interest. must pop them on my things to do before i die list.
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Miguel was in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Luis Alberto Reyes Bourgos was my man in the Dominican Republic -- you're mixing up your islands!. Luis was by far my idea of perfection though. However, Miguel was a bit more fun, and always a yearly habit of mine though the last year I saw him I'd had enough as he begun to drink too much and get violent. Miguel was not dependable, so you had to make the most of him when he deigned to make an appearance. Luis was full service, and would meet me at the airport, carry all the luggage, pump gas and was basically a personal valet and chauffeur with a very large uncut cock. And for a boy from the bad part of town he sure as hell liked Jil Sander cologne and Kiehl's moisturizer. He had a really bad experience the night I made him try poppers though and I had to take him to la clinica at 3am because he thought he was having a heart attack.
They were both complete lummoxes though, but in a cute way. As far as I know Luis was never in prison, but he did have a brief appearance in Horse Hung Hispanics Vol. 5 by Latino Fan Club video. However they gave him another name and said he was from Costa Rica for some odd reason. I had such a scandalous time my last trip to Santo Domingo that when the airplane lifted off the tarmac on the way back to the US I promised Jesus that I'd never go back.
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o noes o noes!!!111ONE!
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Winn
I came home last night from Dallas (after a 6 hour delay - thank you AA) and it was hotter here....at midnight!. Plus - NYC in this kinda heat...it ain't pretty.
Pete
I imagine it would be pretty bad. I'm guessing they would have less green areas and you know how cement holds that heat in.
In the city I'm thinking it would be torture with the buildings blocking the wind.
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Actually if the city has a grid pattern (like NYC or Philadelphia) the tall buildings often create wind tunnel effects and it's gustier than normal. Hence why Manhattan can be atrociously cold in the winter if it's windy.
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Oh, so it kinda flushes out the hot stale air.
Nothing like walking in the oven from one refrigerated place to another.
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Miguel was in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Luis Alberto Reyes Bourgos was my man in the Dominican Republic -- you're mixing up your islands!. Luis was by far my idea of perfection though. However, Miguel was a bit more fun, and always a yearly habit of mine though the last year I saw him I'd had enough as he begun to drink too much and get violent. Miguel was not dependable, so you had to make the most of him when he deigned to make an appearance. Luis was full service, and would meet me at the airport, carry all the luggage, pump gas and was basically a personal valet and chauffeur with a very large uncut cock. And for a boy from the bad part of town he sure as hell liked Jil Sander cologne and Kiehl's moisturizer. He had a really bad experience the night I made him try poppers though and I had to take him to la clinica at 3am because he thought he was having a heart attack.
They were both complete lummoxes though, but in a cute way. As far as I know Luis was never in prison, but he did have a brief appearance in Horse Hung Hispanics Vol. 5 by Latino Fan Club video. However they gave him another name and said he was from Costa Rica for some odd reason. I had such a scandalous time my last trip to Santo Domingo that when the airplane lifted off the tarmac on the way back to the US I promised Jesus that I'd never go back.
bah, all jsut dots in the carribean, or what we tend to refer to as the West Indies (incorrectly, lumping the entire carribean into an old colonial name for a few islands).
I note we both have a thing for the odd lummox though. I've had this occassional thing with a guy named Tony over the last 20 years or so. Tall, dark, handsome and a true lummox (in the cute, sexy way). Attentive and loving, mostly but prone to the odd 'moment' when you fear for your safety. For some reason, we've not crossed paths for about 5 years now. I often wonder where he is, and hope he is OK.
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Philly,
I want to hear more about being gang-raped by a group of Moroccans and Algerians from the Dix-Huitieme Arrondissement, to which you once referred. (Can the willing be, you know, raped?)
Is there a (porn) book with your stories, or not? I think so. Title: "My Adventures with Swarth."
P.S. Yes, the Atlantic Beach Hotel in San Juan was something else indeed in the 70s! What was the name of the disco they had on the top floor?
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IIRC it was the 14th arrondisement -- where one finds the famous catacombs there are many Moroccans and Algerians in the area, all incredibly sexy. My reference was only to wishful thinking of being gang raped there, though I did manage to meet a deaf Algerian boy on the dance floor at The Queen, the large nightclub on the Champs-Élysées.
Ah, the disco on the roof of the Atlantic Beach is long gone. Last I was there in 1999 there was only an unused hot tub. The place is tired and aside from my first trip to San Juan I never stayed again, though of course Sunday Tea Dance is traditional. I think that the hot place to go is still Eros, which was once called Crash -- it's over a decade running now.
You know, sometimes I actually ponder retiring to Puerto Rico. If I'd not stopped working I would have totally bought a piece of property in the Ocean Park area of San Juan -- it's the nicest with the best beach. I actually always stayed at this place (http://www.numero1guesthouse.com/) whenever I made my yearly jaunts down there in the 90's. It's not gay, but the owners are hugely gay friendly and the group of guys I used to go down there with all became good friends with the owners. It's quite private, very secure/gated with direct beach access, and with an excellent on premises restaurant. They only have about a dozen rooms, and there's usually about 1/3 of the patrons that are gay.
Here's a good article on Ocean Park (http://www.caribbeantravelmag.com/article.jsp?ID=20553) for anyone planning a visit. It's a good secret to know.
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Give me hot stinking summer weather any day. I hate the cold. It's a cold and depressing 17 C (about 65 F) at the moment and it's about to get worse, so they reckon, wet and cold for the weekend.
It's a sweltering 58 here - Fahrenheit. Such is summer on the Rock. ::) If it were 65, I'd have on a sleeveless shirt and maybe even some shorts.
I miss real summers. We had a couple days in the lower 70's last week and I suppose that's probably all we'll get until next year. :'(
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If it were 65, I'd have on a sleeveless shirt and maybe even some shorts.
No doubt this is sufficient reason for God keeping the place cool.
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No doubt this is sufficient reason for God keeping the place cool.
Word has it you're no beauty yourself, babe. ;)
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No doubt this is sufficient reason for God keeping the place cool.
WOW
That was really unkind.
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WOW
That was really unkind.
Yeah, really. Ouch.
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WOW
That was really unkind.
Yeah, really. Ouch.
~shrug~
In my experience, people who feel the need to say things like that are really insecure about their own looks. If it makes him feel better to put me down, then maybe I made his dreary day a little brighter.
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~shrug~
In my experience, people who feel the need to say things like that are really insecure about their own looks. If it makes him feel better to put me down, then maybe I made his dreary day a little brighter.
At least they didn't mock your post count :)
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I do say the most awful things- and i am terribly sorry!
I don't know what gets into me sometimes- a little demon seems to take control, and turns me into an evil, cackling witch!
a med side effect..?
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I do say the most awful things- and i am terribly sorry!
I don't know what gets into me sometimes- a little demon seems to take control, and turns me into an evil, cackling witch!
a med side effect..?
that sounded so sincere.........
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OK FOLKS LET'S LIGHTEN THINGS UP HERE!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idlX-oZCGEg
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Its 95 today in the south of Nebraska... the saving grace... there is a breeze... I feel bad for all those in the flood.. but at least we still have our home... the rains have been so bad for the people around the water.. and 3 family's have lost EVERYTHING in the tornado... .. I try and feel lucky!
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that sounded so sincere.........
Well look at his profile. Stop the insanity! Where is Daddy P when you need him? :)
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OK FOLKS LET'S LIGHTEN THINGS UP HERE!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idlX-oZCGEg
I was three when this came out.
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I do say the most awful things- and i am terribly sorry!
I don't know what gets into me sometimes- a little demon seems to take control, and turns me into an evil, cackling witch!
a med side effect..?
Well, mate, next time you feel like that, you could always crawl back under that bridge...
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that man seems to have a helment.... may I ride away with him? (I really like BIG men on MC's)
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OK FOLKS LET'S LIGHTEN THINGS UP HERE!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idlX-oZCGEg
LOL I am old enough to remember 1983 but I dont remember this film.
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that man seems to have a helment.... may I ride away with him? (I really like BIG men on MC's)
Lis, dear, that man with a helmet is none other than our dear, sweet chm02, as featured on his blog (http://flawsofur.livejournal.com/).
I hear he wants to be kicked. ;D
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I do however remember this one from 1983.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjfcOlzqncY&feature=related (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjfcOlzqncY&feature=related)
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It's a sweltering 58 here - Fahrenheit. Such is summer on the Rock. ::) If it were 65, I'd have on a sleeveless shirt and maybe even some shorts.
I miss real summers. We had a couple days in the lower 70's last week and I suppose that's probably all we'll get until next year. :'(
Ann, you are doing nothing to encourage me to come visit you and your rock next NH summer. :-\
I had to laugh here yesterday as 65 isn't really that cold, but so many people here were wearing trench coats and scarves or otherwise rugged up. I guess it's what you get used to. Ask Tim Horn - I was literally shivering when I caught up with him last year - it was about 60F.
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I do however remember this one from 1983.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjfcOlzqncY&feature=related (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjfcOlzqncY&feature=related)
(http://img461.imageshack.us/img461/1792/valleygirlxo7.jpg)
"I didn't mean to do it, spaz!"
hehehehehehe!
Ann, you are doing nothing to encourage me to come visit you and your rock next NH summer. :-\
I had to laugh here yesterday as 65 isn't really that cold, but so many people here were wearing trench coats and scarves or otherwise rugged up. I guess it's what you get used to. Ask Tim Horn - I was literally shivering when I caught up with him last year - it was about 60F.
Steve, if you're coming for a visit, I'll ask Manannán mac Lir (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manann%C3%A1n_mac_Lir) himself to let the sun shine and warm the place up to Aussie standards. Just for you! :-*
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I kind of like dreary, rainy places. I must own 5 different rain coats so I could feasibly use them all in one visit, right?
I dream of moving to the southern Oregon coast one day.
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I kind of like dreary, rainy places. I must own 5 different rain coats so I could feasibly use them all in one visit, right?
I dream of moving to the southern Oregon coast one day.
Hon, you're welcome to move here. We hit a high on Monday of 10 C ! That's like what, 50 F? And it has rained something like 8 of the 10 June days so far. And it is supposed to be summer.
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Oh, on second thought scratch Oregon -- wtf! I'm buying a defunct coffee plantation in Jarabacoa (http://www.jarabacoa.org/photos_jarabacoa_dominican_republic.php) and having this reasonably priced small modernist home constructed there:
http://rocioromero.com/LVSeries/LVL150.htm
Please make note that it can withstand a Cat-5 hurricane!
(Dominican house boys not included in fee!)
(http://homepage.mac.com/bedstuy65/.Pictures/jarabacoa2.jpg)
(http://homepage.mac.com/bedstuy65/.Pictures/jarabacoa1.jpg)
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"Can I just say one thing?"
Er...
(Domincans, roast in the oven, Puerto Rico, thunderstorms, Paris . . .)
Well, now . . .
:)
And may your post count ever increase :-*
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And may your post count ever increase :-*
PREACH!
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Philly....
I'm really surprised you haven't mentioned the Mariel Boat People. For those of you of another age and/or continent, back in 1980 Cuba was catching a lot of grief about human rights, freedoms, economic opportunities, yadda, yadda, yadda. Fidel got fed up and opened the doors of the jails and the mental institutions and let out the inmates. The golden opportunities of America (http://www.westsidestory.com/site/level2/lyrics/america.html) beckoned so they all sailed out of Mariel Harbor to the golden shores of Miami. But one man's freedom is another man's threat. Soon these political refugees became illegal refugees
Eventually the Cubans made their away across this great country of ours. I was living in Sacramento, CA at the the. One night I walked into the local leather bar (The Wreck Room) and I was made (I'm an easy 'mark'.) This "swarthy", lean, tall, dark young man catches my eye and we start talking and drinking (I'm buying, of course.) Before I know it, we're in the back room. Eventually we make our way to my apartment, just around the corner on "I" St. Great sex with no holds barred.
The next morning he was gone, the wallet was gone and lot of my clothes and food too. Oh well. I had always wanted a dark, hot Cuban and I got my wish. That wild Caribbean blood took hold and I never complained. An evening well spent.
robert
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ZZ BOTTOM
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Well, to honest in NYC there's not that many Cubans -- but they definitely feature in my past history. Actually badly when it comes to HIV. Ricardo was a brief lover around 1990 pre-diagnosis, and right when my lipo started to become obvious a decade later I ran into Ricardo out at a trendy club and he actually came up to me and blurts out "ARE YOU SICK???!!!???" -- that little fucker set me off and shook me from my apparent denial. I became hyper aware of it and quickly became unglued and the result was many hours on the shrink's couch.
ugh... I just googled his name and he has a wikipedia entry (he's an artist/photographer). One of our first dates he spent the entire time in a packed movie theater sticking his finger up my ass hole and then smelling it OVER AND OVER. He was really twisted, and not in a good way. I won't even go into why we broke up because it was so incredibly ludicrous.
Oh, and if you really want Cubans I highly recommend Club Body Center in Miami/Coral Gables. :)
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One of our first dates he spent the entire time in a packed movie theater sticking his finger up my ass hole and then smelling it OVER AND OVER.
How...vivid.
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Oh... and you know what. Now that I'm in the internet age I love finding out that ex's lied to me about their age. I mean, I know all queens are liars but Ricardo was 3 years older then me, not younger. And now I just googled Alfredo (artist too -- very traceable bio information!), the Guatemalan and he's THIRTEEN years older than me. No fucking way did he ever say that.
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ZZ BOTTOM
LOL :D
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Well, to honest in NYC there's not that many Cubans -- but they definitely feature in my past history. Actually badly when it comes to HIV. Ricardo was a brief lover around 1990 pre-diagnosis, and right when my lipo started to become obvious a decade later I ran into Ricardo out at a trendy club and he actually came up to me and blurts out "ARE YOU SICK???!!!???" -- that little fucker set me off and shook me from my apparent denial. I became hyper aware of it and quickly became unglued and the result was many hours on the shrink's couch.
ugh... I just googled his name and he has a wikipedia entry (he's an artist/photographer). One of our first dates he spent the entire time in a packed movie theater sticking his finger up my ass hole and then smelling it OVER AND OVER. He was really twisted, and not in a good way. I won't even go into why we broke up because it was so incredibly ludicrous.
Oh, and if you really want Cubans I highly recommend Club Body Center in Miami/Coral Gables. :)
Having been in a relationship with a Cuban man for 16 years I can tell you they are strange, passionate and fascinating. Since I don't speak Spanish I have no idea what he's talking about half the time, but it only adds to the mystery! ;)
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Hmm, is this thread about the weather or Philicia's spanish men? Well, nothing wrong with having some spice in your life and "we" spaniards are spicy and know how to turn up the heat.... :P As for weather, here in my quaint little town it has been in the upper 80's and even the 90's. I was given an AC thank the goddess because before that I felt like a runaway slave. For the most part it is hard to find an ac used or new because they are selling out faster than a fiend looking for some crack.
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Can folks please stop dumping on chm02? He fucked up, and apologized for it. But now folks are just piling on. I hate it when this place starts feeling like junior high school. We're making fun of his blog pic? Nice.
Yes, I know he was even less kind to Ann, but I was raised that two wrongs don't make a right.
My two cents. I'm not speaking as a moderator, since no rules have been broken. Just my two cents as a member here.
Peter
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Well, if you meant me....I was just trying to make a joke.
But I know how things can get perceived, so maybe I should have kept my questionable commentary confined to PM's, eh?
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Truthfully, I think most of the people on this thread (including myself) were being sarcastic and were teasing in friendly manner. if Chm02 is hurt by this then he should let us know.
No harm meant at all.
but when you venture out into shark infested waters....
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One of our first dates he spent the entire time in a packed movie theater sticking his finger up my ass hole and then smelling it OVER AND OVER.
Do you guys call that a dirty Sanchez, like we do?
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I thought a Dirty Sanchez was when you fingered your lover's bunghole and then wiped the result under his (or indeed her) nose.
MtD
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technically you are correct, Matty, as always.
but it's in the same vein, i guess. but, i stand corrected.
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Heh.
It's all poop under somebody's nose. :)
MtD