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June 13, 2006
various and sundry rants and woofy pictures
An assortment of rants, judgements, thoughts and woofy pictures today. Clearly I am feeling needy and a bit cranky today:
If you are a friend, former lovah, or strong acquaintance of mine and "keep up" with me by reading my blog, it is still no subsitute for a personal e-mail or phone call, which I really do appreciate from time to time. It makes me feel special when you give an unwarranted call or e-mail me directly, with a "Hey Jimbo" in the salutation line. Think about it: via my blog you are looking at me in a room through a one-way mirror. I don't know you're there.
If you once promised to meet up with me and did not show up with no explanation, and then don't follow up with with an e-mail or call as to why, resentment will build. As it stands, you're on shaky ground already, buster.
This is James Denton, from that one really popular show that I don't watch. And please don't tell me I need to watch it, thanks. But I will watch him. Nice beard, fly haircut too. Thanks to Otterdoc for the scruffy submission.
Props to all the nice normal well-adjusted humans who have approached me in various social settings and in the gym to say, "Hello, I just wanted to say I read your blog..." I appreciate it, and no I don't think you're wierd. Scowls and frowns to those of you who read my blog but just look at me strangely in bars.
The weather this spring continues to be incredible, uncharacteristically cool and dry so far. My best spring yet in DC, hands down. No swamp ass whatsoever!
Homer is coming to visit in late July. Yaaay!
On Bigmuscle.com and Bigmusclebears.com, why do hot guys from Los Angeles, New Orleans and Atlanta give me an 'I Like' but hot guys from Washington, D.C., San Francisco and Seattle do not? What is the relation between city demographic, general friendliness and attraction to Jimbo?
OMG DJ Timothy Mykael is spinning this Friday at Cobalt. I will be going. He sent me a secret bonus track that he might play, a remix of Heather Small's "Proud," the Pride '06 version. Two and a half rotations of it (7:11) fueled a wonderful run over the Rock Creek bridges into Adam's Morgan last night through the wonderful dry, cool air. There are awfully handsome men at my gym these days. For some reason DC got prettier over the summer.
So if a person cannot get laid at a big giant gay rugby tournament, a big bear dance party, various Blowoffs, at gay pride, nor at a farm full of gay men, does that mean his Aura of Desperation has now become visible in broad daylight? Is there a large tumor or ectoparasite sticking out of the side of my face? Do I spit when I talk? Do I have bad breath or something? Are my horns showing? Do people have a problem with my moles? I don't know what the fuck is up lately, but it's been quite a dry spell. Today after lunch, Chrisafer's partner captured this palpable Aura of Desperation on film. Gurl came up for lunch gossip and gabbing too:
This is, I think, Ben Roethlisberger and his hot football coach Mr. Cowher. Imagine the two together. Ben has most recently been shaggy, but I don't mind the ornery buzzcut look either. Ben got in a motorcycle accident recently. He was not wearing a helmet.
I've heard a lot less griping this year from gay people about how press and newspaper photos focus on the leather and drag queens at Pride. I think many people have realized that we are not being accepted as "normal," will never pass for Ward and June Cleaver, and people have realized that we are actually different from straight people, and that the point of Pride is to celebrate this difference. Think of it more as 'Freak Pride', because if we can't celebrate the freaky people, then there's no room for gays in the freak room either.
And I also noticed that we celebrate this difference with much more fun and fabulousness than The Others ever could. We really are good at whimsy, fun and being fabulous. Grumpy 'normal' gays need to realize that and appreciate it.
But my personal tolerance for difference stops at popped collars on polo shirts. Please, someone make it stop. And men with Capri pants. And those stained straw cowboy hats that were so over in 2002. And trucker caps. And overalls with no shirt or underwear underneath. And jelly bracelets. And anything that reminds me what I wore in the early 80s the first time around.
Photo snatched from the Post a few weeks ago, of some cops from Fairfax. Someone said I look like the cop on the right:
Yes, it has been about complacency, I think. We became complacent during the Clinton years, and now we are starting to realize people still hate us for being different, and that they do not understand us at all. That is why we enjoyed Pride so much this year, and better appreciate the drag queens and leather queens. I guess we can thank W for revealing what we were ignoring in the past. It is easier to think everything is fine, but it isn't, and better the devil you know than the devil you don't.
Regardless, I still need to get laid some time soon.
Posted by jimbo at June 13, 2006 10:54 AM
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Did I forget a meet up with you? Argh! Feel free to send me a scathing email if I fail to show up.
Hey you wanna kitten? Know anyone who wants a kitten?
Posted by: Marie at June 13, 2006 1:37 PM
Re: you not getting laid.
You're too picky. If you couldn't get laid at Bingham, you weren't trying. :)
Hi, Jimbo.
Posted by: stebbins at June 13, 2006 4:45 PM
Resentment and wanting to smurf with smurfs are a bad combo. I'm just smurfing.
You know when you left us w/ Ben Cohen's pelt, I was going to suggest you get your smurf smurfed. Perhaps you're looking in all the wrong places?
Or maybe you were just being appropriately social in all these places, leaving no sexual tension or overtone and thus people figured you weren't interested?
Posted by: copperred at June 13, 2006 4:48 PM
Perhaps I do pet my Smurf too much.
At the farm, I threw every verbal, nonverbal and physical cue at one guy who, while he didn't run away, did not react. It was like throwing eggs at a wall.
Now listen here Stebbins, at Bingham it started with me hitting on a straight guy, then went downhill from there...the next guy had ex-boyfriend issues (I had to hear it all) and the next was a recovering meth addict who wasn't interested. Yeah, I guess I'm too picky.
Posted by: jimbo at June 13, 2006 5:04 PM
You might be trying too hard. Sometimes you just have to wait for a guy to fall into your lap. Literally. But I wish you luck. I think you look great! But I've never seen you in person.
Posted by: Sarah at June 13, 2006 6:45 PM
You need to spend a weekend in baltimore :-)
We may be ghetto but We gots cute puppies :-)
Posted by: Dax at June 13, 2006 6:47 PM
and don't forget that some of us SF'ers really like the Jimbo a bunch...we can be an awfully friendly bunch. :-)
Posted by: andrewSF at June 13, 2006 10:40 PM
LOL...I like the aura of desperation. Hopefully it's not contagious.
I was thinking about you the other day, because there is a crazy red-headed woodpecker living outside my window that keeps flying up against the glass (it is not the brightest). I was thinking of investing in one of those plastic owls.
Posted by: Brechi at June 13, 2006 10:42 PM
hey Jimbo,
I am not a friend, nor a former lovah and not even a strong acquaintance of yours :o( but I read your blog daily and ... yes, YOU ARE SPECIAL, you should not wait for emails or phone calls to remind you that YOU ARE SPECIAL. You should be aware of it yourself...
I totally agree with you about the issue of the gay people not being accepted as "normal". Apart from the fact that we should review & define what is "normal" and what is "not normal", but I think gay people are just different. This does NOT mean better or worse, just d i f f e r e n t. Probably because they just get so bored with reality that they really do like nothing more than encasing themselves in rubber and hanging big weights from their balls whilst their partner sends jolts of electricity into their nipples. The following morning they probably run a sweet little pillowcase embroidery service or something, but you have to have a certain respect for those who are living their dream :o)
People (at least in Europe) think they are open and tolerant just because they don't feel personally "in danger" whilst seeying gay people somewhere, so they just say "hey, it is ok as long as they don't kiss eachother or hold hands in public and do their own sex in their bedroom with well closed doors" which means more or less "as long as we don't HAVE TO SEE them, it's ok".
Bugger!
Straight people should get more tolerant and open towards everything that is "different", regardless if it's gay or lesbian or black or yellow or jewish or disabled. That's the point.
Big warm hug from the old Germany, Jimbo!
Carlo
Posted by: CarloMUC at June 14, 2006 2:16 AM
you get an "i like" from this seattle guy--not that i'm on bigmuscle.daddy.bear.woofy.com. still, gotta count for something, right?
Posted by: jeremy at June 14, 2006 10:15 AM
Having now hung out with you a little in a few different contexts, Jimbo, I think you come across as a nice, well-adjusted, good guy -- and not particularly a predatory horn-dog. So if in any of those situations, you were dropping hints or making moves or whatever, maybe you need to be a little less subtle.
I didn't get any at Bingham, either. Not even from my partner. It really didn't seem set up very well for that sort of thing to happen. Just my $0.02.
Posted by: Mark in Portland at June 14, 2006 1:04 PM
Did you know there is a great picture of you (and also a nice shot of Brett) as part of the Outsports article/photo gallery re: Bingham? Clearly someone at Bingham was admiring you. As I recall - that reporter was rather fetching.
Posted by: Michele at June 14, 2006 2:56 PM
Hey, had my first Bubble Tea on Saturday during Southern Maine Pride in Portland.. Awesome!
207guy
Posted by: 207guy at June 18, 2006 10:09 PM