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I wanted to tell the world about my Best Boo BrettCajun today!
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Happy Valentine’s Day Boo! Ah Wuf Youuu!

Anyone remember the personal journal blog Art Is For Losers? Esteemed style and culture writer Mitzhi Jean MacWhorigan took it down a while back, and had a Tumblr blog for a while that’s changed to Hello My Ghost. Mitzhi’s feeling despirited that nobody’s following her up in there so if you’re on Tumblr go follow Mitzhi cuz I said so. And say sassy things in the comments section, she loves it when you do that.

woofI have a durrrty Tumblr blog too but I don’t mention it here because my mom reads this blog and if she goes there the poor lady will see things a mama wasn’t meant to see. The most you’ll get here is an animated .gif of bearded Olympian Nick Thoman telling us he likes his own beard.

Anyway I went up to Baltimore this weekend to visit the blog’s author Mitzhi Jean and had a good time. We talked about people we used to write about and how many personal blogs have fallen by the wayside over the years. We talked about whether or not I need to bring this blog with me to Portland, with all its baggage. What I think she meant by that was that perhaps so many people know I blog and have read it they may have been reluctant to have said hello to me out on the street, and that the blog may have been a liability to my dating potential in DC. My strong opinions posted, and perhaps fear of public reprisal kept people away from me.

Hmm…let me just say for the most part I try to avoid blogging about work, close friends’ business, rugby team gossip, and dating experiences on this blog. I’ve learned the hard way from all of the above. I may talk about general experiences with people but I don’t talk about specific dates. As for my strong opinions – I guess if a guy is intimidated by my opinions it’s best he stay away anyway as I don’t date mice. But everyone has opinions, I just happen to post them in a public forum.

I could kvetch about all the factors as to why I never got into a longer relationship in DC than the one I was in, or why I didn’t date anyone the past 6 years – perhaps I was too busy, to picky, too beardy, or any host of things. But the fact is that nothing happened – when I did meet a guy I was into he wasn’t into me, or vice verse, or he was partnered and that’s not gonna work either. Lemme tell ya if I had a dime for every partnered guy who’s up in my kitchen I’d be a millionaire. Don’t you guys have trips to Lowe’s and Home Depot to keep you busy? Or better yet go pork your partner instead.

But a funny thing is happening recently now that word has gotten out that I’m moving. People are coming forward out of the woodwork to say hello, some of whom clearly want to get with me. All I gotta say to that is y’all had from 6-16 years to say hi and that’s plenty of opportunity squandered on your part. I’m busy packing now but thanks for saying hi.

In DC I think I’d become like that one can of tomato soup in the back of your cupboard that you know hasn’t gone bad yet, it’s been sitting there for years, but you just can’t get yourself to pull it out and put it on the stove. It will always be there, so there it stays. Another word for that situation is ubiquitous. I’ve become a ubiquitous part of the DC gayscape and have been passed over because it’s been assumed I’ll always be there. This is no longer true. Later guys – the tomato soup is leaving the building.

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Because U.S. viewers have no attention span and no knowledge of Kate Bush, this Kate Bush-inspired segment was cut from NBC’s broadcast of the closing ceremonies of the Olympics. Yeah it was some wierd-ass interpretive shit but I liked it. If it wasn’t for the magic of the Internets I wouldn’t have known it was part of the ceremony. Follow the link above to view it, I can’t find or embed the video of the segment because the IOC nazis will hunt me down and find me. And for the record: NBC Olympic coverage sucked donkey dick.

The Spice Girls reunited to perform and they were big fun. I was expecting more from Take That, but where the hell was Robbie Williams? And where was Duran Duran and Erasure? Why? These questions plague my thoughts on a daily basis.

So who was Jimbo’s 2012 Olympics Gold Medal Woofer? It was a really tough call this year. I mean Phelps did a great job breaking the all time medal record and all that, but he is not technically “woofy” – only occasionally “adorkable” and that is not enough to qualify in my heat. And what about Chilean gymnast Tomás Enrique González Sepúlveda and his irresistible ’stache/wink/wave combo?

Who can top that? Wait – don’t answer that…

Or howabout British long jump gold medalist and SuperGinge Greg Rutherford?

Again, it was a tough choice but the 2012 gold medal for woofiness must go to American swimmer Nick Thoman for overall beardiness, willingness to experiment with the ’stache, and a deep voice that will hold my interest for decades to come:
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This is Chilean gymnast Tomás Enrique González Sepúlveda:

He has a gold medal ’stache.

Here’s more ‘stache sweetness here: 27 Things To Love About Tomás González.

We are going into the home stretch on the move to the West Coast. I have put in my official notice at work and am going about doing administrative things like cancelling my gym membership and stuff like that.

When I bike around town I think I am seeing things with different eyes – but just a little different. I look at things like the monuments and wonder if it’s the last time I’ll see them again. I reflect on that thought and ask myself “Am I OK with that?” and the answer is always “Yeah I’m cool with that.”

douchebag masc brosEvery page of this article was hilarious, even though I haven’t been to many of these places as they’re all straight bars: 25 Douchiest Bars in Washington D.C. I can’t confirm the veracity of any of the claims, but the City Paper already has a response regarding the douchiness of the Black Cat’s Red Room.

I can confirm that DC is getting douchier. Living within the borders of DC is no cheaper than it used to be, but it’s certainly become more popular. There’s so many places that “foodies” can explore after all! All of them riding their “fixies.” Wait, I’m confusing hipsters with douchebags. Or are hipsters now douchebags? I’m so confused…

Like I said no gay bars were mentioned in the above article. But can gay bar patrons be douchey? They certainly can. Check out Nellie’s on a Saturday night – scores of “masc bros” with low-hanging ballcaps there to reaffirm their masculinity at a “sports bar” but only before all the “queens” show up at around 10pm. Then they have to go because it’s become “too gay” and they gotta get back home to update their Grindr profile (“Discrete only, face pic upon request.”).

J.R.s isn’t so much douchey as it is simply a sad crowded watering hole for alcoholics. The drink specials there are legednary. OK maybe MOVA is douchey – it certainly attracts the nouveau riche willing to pay ridiculous prices for rail drinks. Secrets/Ziegfeld’s is too far away to be douchey – it’s simply distant. Town: another sweaty watering hole – douche levels depend on how many bridal shower parties are in the building at any given time. Oh wait…DUPLEX DINER IS DOUCHEY. As I once called it “a nest of vipers.” A wicked place indeed but their meatloaf plate is tasty.

This just in: Brightest Young Things reviews the 25 least douchey bars in DC.

Half a StreetThese are the watergate steps which overlook the Potomac River, Arlington Cemetery and much of the Rosslyn cityscape. It is a favorite place to sit and watch the planes landing at National and gives a good view of the sunset. And there are often hotties running up and down the steps too, so it’s an overall favorite place to stop for a rest when I’m on my long bike rides around the monuments. Photos by M.V. Janzen.

I was going to post a more thorough retrospective on favorite places in DC modeled after the wildly popular DC Cribs series of blog posts, but life is speeding up quickly with preparations for my move and I expect to be very busy in the coming month. That Cribs series took a lot of time to write and ride around town taking pictures.

That said, I want to reflect on my time in DC, what personal outlooks have changed in my mind and what things have not. Aside from the infernal summer heat which I can’t do much about, what’s the biggest thing that annoys me about DC to this day? Some things I’ve actually gotten used to – like surly service at the checkout counters, or being asked “So, what do you do?”

What bugs me the most about DC and the Mid-Atlantic region is the general aversion to friendliness. Like the heat, I can’t change that part of the climate either. Understand that I grew up in one of the most friendly places in the country where people just come up to you at random and start yammering. But if you try that in DC you’re met with horrified looks of shock. When you talk to people around here it’s as if you’re trying to steal a part of their soul or something, judging by how they react.

I think there’s a reason for this aversion to friendliness. The only other times people come up to talk to you in DC is for you to sign some petition or to panhandle for money. So I guess that’s why people are so defensive in DC. At least it’s my theory.

This aversion extends into the bar scene. DC has a very strong happy hour culture, and most people tend to go out with their close circles of friends. So it’s hard to just come up to people and talk to them without some sort of context. You need to somehow have an ‘in’ with that circle of people to be able to approach someone in that circle.

Add the general local aversion to being approached and that makes meeting people challenging. People I have approached to talk to seem to think I’m a stalker ready to ask for their hand in marriage, which isn’t the case. I have been trying to simply start up a conversation and see what comes of it. Don’t be afraid guys – take it in stride and recieve an offer for a chat with grace. I have the sense to cut off a conversation if it’s clear it’s not going anywhere, but you don’t have to be a dick about it.

TJ was horrified by this photo of a whole roast pig that I posted on Facebook this weekend. Sweetie – where do you think pork comes from – vines or bushes or something? Yes it’s true: your meat comes from dead animals and sometimes that isn’t pretty:
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Besides, I know TJ has seen BrettCajun naked and it’s not such a different sight to behold.

Anyway the pig roast I went to on Saturday was fun and I ate the whole pig all by myself. There was rugby there too:
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And it was good to catch up with some old rugby friends:
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Part VII of an 11-part series.

Warder Street, NW DCThis building is just north of the McMillan Reservoir, west of the U.S. Soldiers and Airmens Home Golf Course somewhat near the Georgia Avenue MetroRail station on the Green Line.

We – well he – had decided to move out of our smaller home on Capitol Hill in 2002. I didn’t have much input in the decision because a good boyfriend does what he’s told and doesn’t argue.

At the time this place was a shell of a building, and huge by DC standards. My ex purchased it, and when I looked around on the inside at the work that needed to be done it was my first inkling that the relationship was over. His grandiose plans and decisions were always made in his manic states, and I was always left to pick up the pieces and maintain all his toys and plans when he crashed. I knew he didn’t really have the time or money to fix it up, and I didn’t have the skill. And I no longer had the strength to be the rock in the relationship. I knew I would end up with the dirty work in fixing this place up, and just couldn’t do it. We did not end up fixing nor living in it in the end and I left him with this shell.

Trouble comes in threes, and a week after I moved out I lost my job. It marked a huge period of upheaval in my life that cost a lot in many ways. In the end it did help me prioritize what I wanted out of a job and in a relationship. Since then I’ve had success with my career path at least.

When this photo was taken in 2008, the new owners were still working on it six years later. I can’t imagine working on a house for six years or more. The place was huge and needed a lot of work. And I just wasn’t up for living the dream of gutting a house together.

This picture is so awesome I had to share. But I’m sure you’ve already seen it all over the place on the Facebooks.

While the President’s statement was not a law enacted, it was still powerful and will have a lasting effect. Sure, other lawmakers may have voiced their support for gay marriage in the past, but this guy said it while he was in office.

I suspect this was fully calculated despite some pundits’ insistence it was a reaction to Biden’s perceived diarrhea of the mouth earlier in the week. Both Biden and a cabinet member spoke in favor of gay marriage beforehand and I believe these statements were strategically placed trial balloons. If the public had freaked out over what Biden and Duncan had said, then Obama wouldn’t have come out publicly like he did so soon.

But the trial balloons did not pop too loudly, and Obama did say it and said it eloquently. Watch the whole interview beyond the major talking points seen on the news if you can. (I’m looking for the entire interview for y’all…)

The most important and lasting effect of his statement was the affirmation for gay youth. To be honest coming out in the early 90s was scary and really sucked, but to have the President’s support today must make the kids who are coming out feel really good. And with such an organized and fanatic opposition today, the kids need every boost they can get. There were anti-gay sentiments in the 90s but they were nowhere near as organized back then as the anti-gay haters are today. These days they are mean and calculated reptiles.

Oh wait I need to correct myself: perhaps the most important thing coming out of this whole discussion is that one day BrettCajun will finally be able to get married to some Southern belle. Then he will finally stop texting me and peeking at my Scruff profile every 4 hours, all thanks to President Obama.

Only then will I truly be free.

The weekend at Darth Jersey’s dacha was fun. We went for a hike on the Delaware & Raritan towpath along a historic canal. It’s much like our Chesapeake & Ohio Canal and towpath and trail in DC. I wonder: one is a state park while the our towpath is a national park. Is the C&O Federal mainly due to its proximity to DC, or does it have some greater historical value? These are the things us bureaucrats in DC think about…

Anyway, the birding was great and I spotted three warblers I hadn’t seen before: the American redstart, yellow-rumped and a possible black-and-white warbler. They are fairly common birds, it’s just that I hadn’t seen them in the wild yet.

Darth Jersey doesn’t post pictures of his beloved on his blog because he says it’s “too technical”, so I have posted a nice picture of their naughty dog Boomer, who eventually peed on my pillow. You can tell he’s naughty even from the photo.

We went to see The Avengers. It was fun. I especially liked the part where Hulk beat the snot out of Loki:

On Saturday we went to Asbury Park, which is considered part of the Jersey Shore. It was just like how they depict people on that MTV show:

And for a moment I pumped my fist too, but now I feel unctuous from parroting their behavior. I still feel like I can’t get all that hair product, tanning oil and sweat off my chakra.