The New Era

Introducing: an updated version of me.

Okay, I lied. It's the same me with more makeup on my face. I blame it on Nicki Minaj and the other trannies out there. But that does NOT mean that I. myself, wants to be a transexual. I love and respect my GIRS out there but that is not my niche. I'm just a guy who is a full tank of sugar and is exploding with glamour, fashion, and extravaganza. Since you have last seen me in this blog, I have become more confident and aware that I am not most homosexuals. I'm just a tang-bang full of fashion.

You know, those special homosexuals that most gays don't really get or wouldn't want to know about. Dating-wise, it's been bleek except for the old perverts who always tend to get on me. No sir, I am not one of those typical, tan, tight-bodied, timid Gaysians. But the men I have met in the past few months have been okay. They are confident enough to talk to someone who's a tank full of sugar. Although, I get bored with them easily. I guess it's my fault. I'm holding out on one particular asshole. God, why do the pretty girls tend to go for the assholes?

In other aspects in my life, I have been more aware about friendship too. I have been selective with people in my life. I have learned not to trust too easily and to determine who is an acquaintance and who is more of a friend. I am also glad that people have resurfaced back in my life and have brought new people with them. One particular is a special friend from New Jersey. No she is not a housewife. And I have two great girls I have known since I was a chubby straight boy. Yes, I was straight for a period in my life. And of course, work is work. Because you see these people almost 5 days a week, doesn't mean you can make genuine friendships with them. There is a handful that I would consider a friend through connective threads and interests.

What else can I talk about? Hmm..I still love my RiRi and my shoulderpads. I suppose my fashion aesthetic hasn't changed as much. My motto is still: "If it's tight, then girl, you got it right." I'm still rocking the black and leather and I have been this whole summer. I have been broke becasue of Balmain. I still need to invest in Alexander McQueen items! Oh and I guess I have changed my hair at least 8 times since you have seen me. Different cuts, different color, bowl cut, a-symmetrical, blonde, streaks, black streaks, red, etc. Is it time for a weave?? I'll let Rihanna determine that! LOL!!!!

I guess you can say: I'm at my happiest this entire year so far. LEt's hope I end this year even happier!

Oh and Emily...that is all.

Fashion Gays

Fashion gays are definitely the group of gays that are hard to understand and be comfortable with in love and relationships. Marc Jacobs and his hot piece Lorenzo gives me hope. So cute!

Happy New Year!!

My Prince Charming better come soon because I lost my Gucci shoe and my other foot is freezing!

Disney movies always hits the heart strings. This better be my dance when I get married. FUCK!

Fall Is Finally Here And I'm Finally On The Twitter-verse.

I am very happy to know that Fall is finally here. It's finally raining in the streets of L.A. I love this weather. I stashed my summer clothes in the darkest part of my closet and pulled out all the thick knits, scarves, jackets, and dark clothes. What am I saying? I always wear dark clothing but in this season, it gets more interesting. As much as I love this season, I'm kind of hoping that it can flash 6 months so I can purchase something from Alexander McQueen's S/S '10 collection, "Plato's Atlantis". The collection is whimsical' the prints are AMAZING and the shoes are to die for. No need to see and adore any other collection. This is hands down the important collection for the upcoming season. Just check out Karlie Kloss working the sea nymph aesthetic.



Anyways, this season makes me feel more alive. I find more energy and romance in these times. The atmosphere of L.A. even feels more bearable. It's my rebirth. I was finally convinced to join Twitter. For the past year, people eg me to sign up for one because they would love to see me rant about my cynical, sarcastic, fabuleux, and over-the-top life. I was also informed that it can boost my blog's traffic. I really want to spread this blog. I know there's a lot of fashion blogs out there. And there's a lot of GAYSIANS who blog about fashion. But I think my point of view is better. I mean...come on....I'm way cuter.

Oh...SO FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER. i promise, I will make your day. Click on my cute photo!





UPDATE!: RIHANNA'S COMING BACK! THERE'S A RELEASE DATE!! EXCITED!!!!!

Happy Birthday Madonna.

EVERY gay. Whether they like to admit or not has been affected by Madonna. Everyone has a favorite Madonna moment. Everyone from RiRi to Lady GaGa has been inspired by the Queen. Today is a gay national HOLIDAY.

Happy Birthday Madonna Ciccone.

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Long Beach Pride.

Went to Long Beach Gay Pride on Sunday with my cousin. This basically sums up the whole day: Messy but we still look all kinds of cute.

Yummy Yummy Screw: Javier Beltrán Edition.

I don't know who this guy is but he looks yummy and tropical. He has a movie coming out with ProbsGay Twilight Actor Robert Pattinson. Who cares? Let's just stare at Javier Beltrán. Yummy Yummy Screw indeed.

Bruno

Fuck Grey Gardens. This is the fashion movie of this year!

Minor Blog Change, Major Perception Turnaround.

" I know that you can't live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living"

As you can see in my blog, I took out my funny "Suck My Balls" picture for something more appropriate at these times. I decided to be less cynical and more aware, knowledgable, and understanding. Don't get me wrong, you must be thinking "Why the sudden personality change? You're starting to write about things that has not have to do with fantasizing about screwing a hot guy or shoes?!" Trust me, I still want to screw Richard Gutierrez and male models. And you can all still suck my balls but this is really important to me.

Today, I received the package I've been waiting for. It's basically a tiny piece of fabric knotted to signify my support for marraige equality. Tying the knot, if you may. I also went to my friend's house to watch "Milk" and it finally sunk in that the social ridicule I go through is a walk in the park compared to the times where gay men where beaten and gay-owned businesses where raided for no real reason.

As much as my mother loves me, she voted Yes on Proposition 8 because she believed that it's against her religion. What she doesn't realize that there is a separation between church and state and it is definitely not fair to see my two brothers have the right to marry and I can not, which makes me feel like a second class citizen. And since then, I still bug her about the issue. Reality hasn't hit her yet and maybe something like that movie or a piece of cloth can change her perception.

You see, I did not get the white knot for me. I plan on giving it to my mother, with an attached paper showing information of marraige equality and a copy of "Milk" (also because she thought Spicoli was funny in "Fast Times At Ridgemont High").

What can you do? Click the link, check the site. Be informed. The knot costs a stamp. You know you love me, you wouldn't be reading my blog. You know you love the gays, we make things prettier. So why not support?

Time To Fag Out!

Yay! Finally, I am going to San Francisco with my three girl friends that I have known for more than 14 years collectively. Yes, they are my original fag hags since 1st Grade. I guess you can say that they contributed to my homosexuality. It felt like yesterday that I was hanging with them near the bungalows in the school playground, talking smack about boys.

I will try to update later in the day once I have arrived. Castro won't know what hit 'em when I arrive. HAH!

Emulation. Silverlake, CA.

Black. Draped necklace. They've been reading my blog. Good job, girls.

A Really Enjoyable Birthday.

Move out of the way, bitches. I got to show off my Maison Martin Margiela jacket. Shoulderpads!

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who greeted me, called, texted, showed up to the bar, etc. You guys are amazing. When I woke up, I was really dreading being 23 until my Grandma called and gave me some spiritual words of wisdom. After that, it made me realize that I'm still young and I can do anything. And after THAT, I walked around town and threw my berét in the air a la Mary Tyler. Kidding.

I have a deeper appreciation in life. Although it's been rocky, I had a heart to heart with the guy of my dreams. It was really needed. I also got to hang out with mi familia and my mom cooked my favorite dish. Then it took me 3 fuckin' hours to get ready to dance my ass off. I had to rework on my hair a few times because it kept looking trashé. Everyone who's important in my life showed up. And we danced the whole night away.

By the end of the night, a friend and I went to her apartment and had some more heart to heart. Prior to that, she fought with the clerk at 7-11 over a bottle of champagne. We also boozed till 5am, watched 80's video on YouTube, and practiced our runway all night. I truly adore our friendship. Especially because she is as fierce as Iris Chacon. Now that is how you do a fab B'Day.

Yummy Yummy Screw: Patrick Petitjean Edition

You won't get it at first but, this guy is delish. His name is Patrick Petitjean and he will definitely be the father of my children. He's been working since the 90's, obtaining the Calvin Klein campaign and resurfaced a couple of years ago in magazines with a beard. Very dapper. After landing the H&M F/W '08 campaign, he got more noticed and got the Prada campaign of that season. Yummy Yummy Screw, indeed, no?

Don't Ask Don't Tell. Los Angeles, CA.

Insomnia Is No Bueno.

Oh my God, I haven't looked this butch since 2002.




I blame it on power pilates and v-neck t-shirts.





In other news, if you strangers receive my buisness card, that means you're one stylish mother fuck. I will look for you stylistas/fashionistas/recessionistas.

New York Fashion Week Is Around The Corner...

I can't wait. The best of the best is gonna be walking. Designers, choose this guy. He'll do you good. I promise.







P.S. I LOVE my new Gucci shoes. Thanks, Beb.

Falling Off The Wagon Would've Hurt, But My Fat Ass Cushioned My Fall.

GOD! I am such a Fatty Patty Boom Boom. 99% of the people I know would not think so but being a person who lost 60 lbs. in the last two years, I can tell I've put on the extra pounds over a period of 3 months. I'm just very hard on myself because I've worked all the fat out and gaining it back would be a waste of time and effort I've already put into it. So starting today, No more In-N-Outs (I shouldn't be eating that crap anyways since the company invested money for Yes on Prop 8) and more food I've prepared myself. At least I know what I'm eating AND since recession is FINALLY hitting me, I can't afford a Venti Iced Upside-Down Caramel Macchiato with an Extra Shot every other day.

I have to work harder on my excercise routine. I have to dance to "Single Ladies" twice a day now. Leotard and all.

I need to go back to my emaciated days, just in time for Haute Couture season. I just realized that I am so living the "Lindsay Lohan Life." I go through phases. One minute, I'm full figured; then ultra coked out skinny; and then go Lesbien; and now Lindsay is semi-lez and skinny all over again. I guess that's the phase I need to go through. Anyways, for short, I gotta keep my weight in control. Cause I don't wanna end up like Oprah. Or Worse...Tyra.


P.S. Although I think I look shiteous in that pic, my hair and makeup looks amazing. HAHA. And my pose. Totally smiling with my eyes. Rihanna, is dat chu?!

I Think I Found My Long Lost Gay Uncle.

We bumped into each other and was like "What The Fuck?"

Hahaha Anna Nicole. "I Want A Pickle"


P.S. My makeup looks way better!

Yummy Yummy Screw: Real World Edition

I've always had this fascination with straight guys potentially being a homo. But then again, every gay guy has that fascination. But when you're on TV (Reality TV at that!), the cute straight guy always has a "straight potentially gay" vibe to him. I'm sure the casting directors are probably...duh...gay.

What I'm trying to say is, why am I not on the Real World? They have never had a "Gay Asian Alcoholic Bitch Semi-Retired Slut Who Acts Like A Sassy Black Woman" on the show! I am like, SEVEN Real World Stereotypes in ONE! I have auditioned for the upcoming season and hopefully, they pick me. They need to! Call Me Back!

Anyways, this season has nutty nutjobs. And I feel like they should kick out the Tranny and replace me instead. So I can totally get up on this...



Oh yeah...



Ryan is a "ProbsGay" (Probably Gay, for you heteros out there). Why do I think he's a ProbsGay? Let's take a looky loo:

1. Didn't you see that .gif of him on the stripper pole?

2. Look at his Gay Face. He needs to overcome that. Or not.



3. He kissed a Tranny.



4. Double Whammy!: He was in the military.

5. He totally watched "Top Model" in Iraq. I mean, look at his ferosh pose.



6. He likes to sing to anyone who will hear him out. He did have that homosexual serenade with Chet on that washed up outdoor boat on the first episode.



7. He totally shows his feelings on the downlow. Using his military skills, eh? Don't Ask. Don't Tell. Well...kinda.



Anyways, all the men on the show are gay.



Post-Op Duh.



Double Duh. I totally had that Reality TV crush on him until...



Yeah...Umm..."Two bottoms don't make a top, honey."



DE-NIAL! Nice Body but, HELL TO THE NO!



Flaming!



AND TACKY!

He swears he's straight. That's utter bull. One minute, you're wearing eyeliner. And next minute, you're probably gonna make yourself a ReReHat.





So please Real World, pick me to be on Season 22. I need to live my lifelong dream to be the Reality TV Bitch who gets wasted and sits on a face like this...

Smash Into You.

Jon Mclaughlin is fuckin delish. Enjoy!