Big Fat Hairy Living

I had a lot of fun hanging out with Greg and John at their place yesterday, playing Super Mario Brothers on John’s original Nintendo system. Later in the night we went to the Toolbox, but I was thinking of my giant Italian artist bear all night. I guess when you think of someone a lot when he’s not there that means you like him right?

Some guy on #bearcave on IRC comes on and starts advertising a bear porn site he runs. Apparently it uses a “free” Adult Verification system. You give your credit card number and it’s not charged, but they give you a trial to a gay site and if you don’t cancel in three days, they charge you $US 50 a month. On top of that, there’s no privacy policy on the page, which means you have no guarantee of what they’ll do with the credit card info they give you.

Naturally I question him on this. He says he’s willing to guarantee me personally that he’ll pay back any excess charges to my credit card, and if I doubt him, I can even ask his “cub!” Does he think I’m stupid?

When he later asks the channel for advice on buying a new bicycle, I reply with

i can recommend one, but you have to give me your credit card info. i won’t charge, though — you have my personal guarantee!

to which he replies with the clever retort:

that’s cute .. but you see, I’ve already heard about you so I DO infact question the reliability of any promise YOU make

Mommy, I’m sad! A sleazy porn site operator is saying that he’s heard bad things about me. I think I’ll cry now!

What does he think I am, some stupid little IRC flake whose self-esteem is so low that I’ll cry myself to sleep wondering what all the awful things he’s heard about me are?

My friend Jonathan Cohen, author of the upcoming book Bear Like Me, due to be published in 2002 by Haworth Press, recently brought to my attention a hilarious epinions review for Marvin’s Magic Drawing thingy:

CHAD…who is three, loved it at first…maybe 2 minutes. Seeing all those pretty colors pop through that black goop really thrilled him.

Pretty colours popping through black goop? Doesn’t that sound like really bad porn dialogue?

Then it came time to re-spread the goop. That only frustrated him…and me…when he brought it to me crying. That goop is really hard to spread out

Try replacing “that goop” with “his ass for daddy” and see how this sentence sounds.

TAYLOR…who is five…drew a darling magic picture of a kitten with some flowers. then she used the plastic spatula to smooth out the goop…AND THEN SHE WAS WEARING THE GOOP!! Whatever that GOOP is…it was all over her, the carpet, and the wall! Thank Goodness her parents are in the middle of re-decorating! The goop DOESN”T COME OUT OF CARPET!

This one is the prize. The kid is happily drawing a “darling” kitten and then suddenly…. THE BLACK GOOP ATTACKS HER!

CODY…who is seven…Thought it was the dumbest thing. And…informed everyone that “It isn’t MAGIC…it’s only colors under black yucky stuff that you move around” !!

Wait until the kid figures out how to make babies. “This isn’t a miracle! It’s only fishy juices under hairy yucky stuff that you spread apart!”

I just got off the phone with giant Italian artist bear, who called me to arrange the details of our date tonight. I answered the phone “Development, David speaking.” He asked me if he could get some development between his legs.

The second cabaret performance was much easier than the first one because I wasn’t nearly as nervous, despite the fact that my friends were there watching. Judging from the reaction of the audience and some of the people there, I think I must be a decent singer.

I’ve been in a good mood lately and it’s not just because I have a guy who likes to cuddle me. Lately, it just seems like everything is going my way. I think I’ve been trying to take a more positive outlook, and it’s really working. For some reason it seems that I’m not letting things and people bother me any more. I’m not sure why I’m able to do this now when I wasn’t able to do it in the past. I think it makes me much more attractive as a person.

Even Claude says he notices that I’m more content lately.

The song I chose to sing in my choir’s yearly cabaret on the weekend was “We Kiss in a Shadow,” a song I think is beautiful and very relevant to queers, all of whom know what it’s like having to hide who and what they are.

Last night during the intermission, an older gay man who looked like he was in his sixties came up to me and told me that he really enjoyed my song. He told me that it was the only song that made him cry. I was a little surprised that I could move someone that much. For a moment while I sang, I was able to connect with him.

That’s why I want to sing.

When I got home today I noticed that I had received a flyer for Stockwell Day in the mail. This man wanted to be prime minister, yet he can’t mail out his flyers soon enough that they arrive before the ballots have to be mailed in. Is there something wrong with this picture?

Henry David Thoreau:

Friendship is never established as an understood relation. It is a miracle which requires constant proof. It is an exercise of the purest imagination and of the rarest faith.

A guy named BJ is writing a blog about some mourning doves nesting on his ledge. Extremely cute.