Seattle Pride

SHOW ME YOUR PRIDE!!!


What a weekend. I took myself on the train friday night. The next morning we got ready to bike to Capital hill. OMG i hate hills! Seattle has a shit load of hills. Well besides the hills part we both had a great ride to capital hill pride. It was so fun going and looking around. We ate at a great restaurant called julia's. For over 25 years Julia's chefs have used the freshest local ingredients of the highest quality. We prepare all of our menu selections fresh from scratch with an emphasis on giving you the best value and a unique dining experience. Great food and great time in the sun. After lunch and a few drinks we headed back to the house to rest. I really wanted Chinese food, so we when to Cheif Liao. Great food aw well. The next morning we biked again to Downtown Seattle to meet our friends Errol, Jeff, Starla, and Val. We all forgot our sign's so we all yelled instead. We got so many people coming over and just handing us free stuff, doing things and yelling at us. It was a really great pride. Plus drinking and biking home up a hill is a bad idea! I had to walk most of the way up. But after the parade we headed to West Seattle for a BBQ. Once again Great food, drinks, music, and GREAT FRIENDS!! John felt so at ease with my friends and he even played some games. With a weekend like that. i wish i did live in Seattle!

I make

Biking sexy!!

As you can see i have a biking uniform.. I love it. It keeps me cool as i ride in this hot summer sun. Plus i look great.

This brings me to my story. On monday after work, i biked home in the beautiful evening sun. I get down to the waterfront and this other biker in his compression short and shirt pulls infront of me. I look ahead and see something wrong...

The back of this shorts have been washed so much that i can see his ass clearly. At first i was shocked. How can this fellow biker not check his shorts.. i mean i check my clothing all the time. But riding where i could see his ass crack and all the hair on his ass. It get worst. He gets to the part of the waterfront where there is a ramp to get up to the road to get on the interstate road. Well he raises his ass into the air and there it is. His pride and joy, his Asshole, his browneye. I can see it through the clear hole in his shorts. i hurry to pass him and say nothing. i get home and check my shorts to make sure i had no holes.

Past life

When i first moved to portland this is some of the parts of me that has left and really wish that didnt. i miss my friends!

Ya me Voy!!!

A SEATTLE!!!

happy birthday dad.

Today i received a txt from my sister asking if i was going to call our father for his birthday today. I do not talk to me father after the last time i talked with him. Huge fight. I thought that maybe i could just call him and ask him how he is done and go from there. The last thing i wanted to tell him was to have a good birthday. But as soon as i started to talk to him, my childhood came back to me. My father is very controlling, if he doesn't have control of the conversation, he tries to take it. Well i am not a little boy any more father, i am a man. Things got really nasty after i told him that i wanted to talk and tell him about my life. He told me to shut up. I said no, he was being rude for not letting finish what i was saying. Than he made a remark about being gay. MY father does not support my lifestyle. This is the part where all hell broke out of me. I was cursing at him, telling him that he has never been there for me, how many times i have asked and pleaded with him to be apart of my life, to call me and not let me do all the work, to accept me and allow me to be his son. He told me i was full of shit and that my mother brainwashed me. I told him he was full of shit and that he has fucked up my life, my mother's, brother's and my sister. "If you don't want to be my father dad, than FUCK YOU! Fuck the way you think about me, fuck the way you think your life is perfect, Just FUCK YOU!!!" There was a moment of silence that i heard, i don't need this from you. Come down here and say that to my face. I was speechless for a second. I didn't know what to say. I told him the reason why i don't go home is cause i fear him. I fear he will tell me off and that my life means nothing. I than decided you know that dad, i will come down and tell you know i feel. You need to know that i am tired of your fucking shit you have given me over my life. You have no control over me. If you do not want to support me being a homosexual than that is your miss. You can't change me, nor am i going to change. I will NEVER be like you!

(phone hangs up)

This is the phone conversation i had with my father tonight. It looks like i will be going to home soon. This is going to be my faith on my father. If he wants to be apart of my life or not! Either way i will be stronger.

Twitter???

it had to be explained to me... WTF!!

Pills... Give me my husband's pills....

Yep, that what i be taking right now. I have strep throat. I really hate getting sick. And now that i have a doc's note saying that i can not go to work... What does a boy do all day? Read, play video games, facebook, blog, watch porn??? Lol. i am as i said in a past blog about getting sick, i am get up and on the go type of person. Well i got some Steroids (Fluticasone Propionate- Nasal) Some predinsone and finally some penicillin. I am off of work til friday, but i do want to go work but i have to stay home. Maybe i will take up a new hobby or make some more new music video's to post on my facebook... Well i just need to stay rested. But with the steroids, i was told that i wasn't going to be able to sleep well. Oh well... here goes nothing!

pills...pills....pills....!