Fuck it, I'm going to pride

Decisions, decisions. Not that it would not be nice to sped time alone with him.... but it seems like any time we do spend together lately is just the two of us. I have an opportunity to pick up an 8 hour shift friday for time and a half because of the holiday. I really hope C will come, but I have been looking forward to Pride since forever and finally decided if I gotta be a good boyfriend and not drag him to things he does not want to go to the reverse should apply. So I'm going. FTW!

Especially with all the political goings on, this is going to be one hell of a show.

So I did get included on the best male sites yesterday. Although an increase in traffic it brought along an email from a clothing distributor offering to pay me for advertising. Seriously? I have never given a thought, and now that I have the answer is hells no. I am very selfish, but my blog is for me, and whoever wants to read it. It sure is not about selling clothing. Maybe it was not a wise idea to join the network, but I can always unjoin if I find I get undulated with businesses that cater to the gay community.

Exception

*I will be thrilled to advertise for lube and condoms for supplies*

You know priorities;)

My 100th post!

Post 100, wow! So I have applied to this site for the "best male blogs" (gay men only). We'll see. But from what I have seen it is for blogs more pic and video rich. Not so much text wise unless is pornographic content. Oh well, still keeping fingers crossed for the bragging rights and hopefully increased traffic flow.

Today Chris and I were invited to my friend Kay's for a barbecue. Chris will not go of course. So it will just be me. No big deal because Jake will be there, but it does drive me crazy that I have the invisible boyfriend. Net weekend he wants to go camping, so I guess the way it works is if we go out into the middle of no where he can be seen with me:P Such is life of the deeply closeted boyfriend. Le sigh.

Normal life

Things are quiet. Too quiet. Just kidding. Things are settling quite nice. Isn't it funny how a storm can blow over like mad. Everyone scramble and feel like they are chasing their tail. Then nothing. CJ celebrated his 12th birthday, but it was nothing big, just a family thing. Everything has just been so normal. Is this my life back? For real?

Chris got himself a nasty sunburn which is a good foundation for a tan, in his mind. In my mind it is an idiot who burn himself raw on the beach. last night he slept on the couch because it was "too hot". It so was not. He just won;t admit that it hurts when I move, which I do a lot. Not on purpose. But I tend to sleep very restlessly. I always say you can tell when I drink too much, because the next day the bed still has sheets on it, rather than tangled all around it. Guess I'll be quite unnivited until his skin no longer looks like he was a reject for the casting call of Hellboy.

Casey is home. And wonder of wonders, quite quiet and content. Amazing how one person can fuel crazy for full grown adults, then suddenly peace. It's nice to see someone not walking the floors with him.

In the mean time I think I'm going to catch some sleep.

yay casey

okay, i know i have been bi chin. casey has just gone through major surgery. and made it! they gave him 50.... you know, whatever happens... fucking, they don't get that there are really live humans that ....my brother fucking lived! sorry been such an ass hole

Legalizing prostitution

So right now Prostitution itself is not really illegal. Holy shit, why did I not know this? Not that it is like a job goal, but I shoudl know these things. But the restrictions put on prostitution have been said to rather than discourage the practice make a dangerous profession that much more dangerous.

•Laws against keeping a common bawdy house prevent them from working indoors, where it's safer.

The argument on the other side is that is makes the sex trade more attractive to young people today.


•Laws against communicating for the purposes of prostitution prevent them from taking time to talk to a potential client to assess the risk they pose.

The argument being that this way pimps can't pick up young girls and entice them into it.


•Laws against living on the avails of prostitution prevent them from hiring bodyguards

I just don't get this law at all other than pimps must be a better option, right?

Anyway, going to the Ontario Appeals court to see if it will uphold a ruling by a judge that declared the laws unconstitutional. At CBC news so far 72% of Canadians want the rules struck down and argue that a persons right to do as they wish with thier own bodies .

Anyway, I don't know I felt the need to blog about it. But here you have it. What is going on in my corner of the world. And no mail delivery due to postal strike lock out.

Generation Me

Inspired by PB's most recent post

http://privatelegends.blogspot.com/2011/06/bloated-self-image-generation-me.html

I am part of Gen Y. Born in 1991. Right smack dab in the middle of the selfish generation. I find it funny that those labels are most likely put on us by those long haired hippies of the 60s and 70s. Yep, those judging society today was misunderstood and criticized as the most horrible and senseless generation. And while I understand the concept of what the hippies were trying to accomplish sometimes they came across wrong because of the words and actions of a few. The fact is the most radical of any generation is going to become the poster child for what the whole generation stands for. I find it funny that those who grew up during hippie days can talk about my generation being sexually promiscuous, or criticize drugs and drinking. Little bit of a pot and kettle there.

A few days ago in the CS I got really annoyed at someone, probably my age, who commented that employers should hire three people for a two weeks span and keep the best one to give them a "chance". FUck that self-entitled bull shit. The start of this she said she understood it being an employers market. Uh, obviously you do not. No one OWES you a chance to prove yourself. You may get one, but you are not entitled to it.

We have here a certain number of volunteer hours you need to graduate high school. I guess the theory is that it makes us more aware of the community and how to get involved. I say it is to give you job skills and something to put on a resume, but only if you actually WORK at it. Some people do, some don't. Ironically you have to fight to prove you are the best to be chosen as a volunteer, because of the demand.

When I got my co op I had to beat out over 100 others who applied for the position. I was the third person interviewed... yeah, like a fucking job they were going to pay me for. The volunteer hours I had already put in was really what won me the job. And after my co op they kept me on as a worker.

I guess my point is that I fucking probably hate the little fuckers who taint all of our generation's image. It is hard to fight against people thinking you obviously are a selfish ass who mommy and daddy spoiled simply because of age. Maybe I have a biased view, because I would not choose to hang around such individuals, maybe they are more plentiful than I thought. I hope not.

Honey, I'm home...

I fully expected not to see Chris on Monday morning, as he intended to go straight from his parents from work. He came in Sunday night after having a bust up with his parents. Been in a shitty mood since. I'm pretty sure it is about going to church. Apparently his "pastor" recommended a church in the area. They are all freaked that he is not living in church. Which honestly did they think him moving AWAY from them would accomplish what living with them did not. He just is not into the Jesus loves you way of life. The opposite of the way I am. I simply know nothing and have no interest in religion. He seems to know too much that he can't believe. Either result is the same. Two hard atheists that are not likely converted, me because unless you can tell me something that will blow my mind, I am not going to listen. Him because he's heard it all before.

He loves the name Nelson by the way. Well, smiled at the choice and said "Good, 'cause Minstrel was not an option". Pics to follow shortly. I did get a couple of crap ones on my phone. And when I see it like that i know you are dying to see them.

Home for the weekend

So Chris went home for the weekend. But, with Nelson (yes, I have decided that will be his name, and if Chris doesn't like it, he should have named him first) he can no longer just take off. So I am going to be in and out of his place until Monday.

Chris grew up in the opposite of Hamilton. In a little town that is known for it's beauty. A lot of retirees. I asked him once what it was like. "If you ever find out you only have a week left to live you gotta go there."

"Why? It's like something you gotta see before you die?"

"No because every fucking day there feels like 5 years."

Buskers are in Dundas and if the thunderstorms stop I may go down there with CJ, Jake and some of his brothers, possibly his sister with her two kids. It was not supposed to rain at all today. Weatherman, you suck! I have not seen Jake's sister Kaylee in , god forever. She is such a character. She had her kids really young, but a more dedicated mother you will never meet. She's had a rough life. But Jake says she is doing well now. Married and settled. I haven't seen her since her wedding. I just remember how weird it was seeing someone 18 actually getting married, it blew my mind. Still does.

So my fucked up weekend:( Nothing going to plan.

it's official, I love him

now to only get Chris to commit. I mean he is beautiful, but it started as a lie. Temporary. You know, a weekend. But then... it became something more. Chris is still insisting it is temporary. That he is not the one. Yeah, okay. In the mean time the poor thing needs a name.

See this woman across from Chris had a cat who had kittens. He most certainly did not want one. Then she was moving, and asked Chris to watch said kitten for the day, to make sure it did not run out the or get underfoot. That was over a week ago. Yet if I call the cat his he insists she is coming back. No, stupid, she isn't. I told him I would take the kitten. I freaking love him, he's awesome. But No, what if his owner comes back?

See what I mean. He must like the little fur ball but will not commit to actually name it or anything. He ignores the cat, who ignores me, the one who wants to pet and cuddle him, in favor of insistently climbing up on Chris until he finally gets the attention of him. C has no idea, but he has been adopted, whether he likes it or not.

As for me, I will continue to pine for the love of a cat who has completely not time for me:'(

Psycho basher Change of Venue

I know ofcourse you all are (or should be) her followers, lol. Well, if you keep up with the chat in TCS then you know about her hijacking issue. To rid herself of the leeching She is deleting the old blog. New blog address :


http://privatelegends.blogspot.com/

As much as you think you know someone....

Chris hates when I call him C. He calls me J, my preference. But he always likes to be called Chris. So I say :"Hey C, you got a bandaid?"

Horrid blisters from a burn on my hand.

"I really wish you would use my fucking name."

Cranky. So damn cranky when he has not enough sleep.

"Sorry, Christopher." I'm tired to, but a fucking sweetheart.

"Christ J. My name is not Christopher. It's Christian. On second thought, C. is better than that." He grimaces as I laugh. "I still prefer Chris."

"alright, cranky."

"I'm not cranky."

"Of course not."

"Asshole."

"I love these pet names" He flips me off. Good thing he's hot.