FHC is stereotyping while Kevin W. has nothing to wear

I had lunch with the lovely Watsonater who had re-dyed his hair, was almost dressed appropriately and looked really pretty in spite of the unfortunate events he went through earlier this year and the prevailing violent conflict with his ex-LOVER. While acknowledging with poise and dignity that his past relationship had really gone sour after their European Tour, he declined to comment on the specific details of his break-up, but said, "I am now very close to Neil B.” which was fairly predictable. He also mentioned in the conversation that he was aware of the need to confront his alcohol problem (as some of his roommates pointed out) and to take steps to resolve it. However, our little buddy did not comment on the urgent need to reduce the number of fag-hags he surrounds himself with.

The gym was really painful yesterday. I instantly hated the place. The entire high disposable income atheist lycra-wearing wine-tasting ipod-listening, eyebrow tattooed, miniature Chihuahuas adopting slightly disease free gay intelligentsia (a.k.a. the wrong crowd including Rodolphe B., Daniel B., a slightly mischievous surgeon, a bartender – working out with the personnel is ok here - some half- dying lawyers, the usual real estate trash, two escorts, a motivating creativity coach etc… etc…) was there having unhealthy preoccupations with the appearance of their decaying body. Someone even whispered to me as I was getting in: “I want to get huge, ripped and wear tank tops all summer” – can you believe that LL wanted to spray-tan last WE ?. Society really wants me to look good but I hadn’t done my make-up (I did not win the Powerball but my face is scarred with acne lately) and was wearing some run-down V-neck white T-shirt. I try to look as down-to-earth as possible these days but it is difficult: I weighted 147.5 pounds last night at 8:42 pm (5'7" 147.5#). I thought that I would not be able to survive all this gayness…. I kept my head down and my hands in the pockets scared to death that someone would notice the stains on my T-shirt. My only satisfactions were to run into my dearest Jim M. on his way to naked Yoga and to get a good glimpse at Greg H. who is a really hot item here in the urban Washington, DC. I stayed on the periphery of some ugly machine and tried to act as if I weren’t staring at him but such a great compact guy with an Ivy League Diploma in that price range is amazing. Bid on Greg H. at Ebay Auctions. Results is starting to grow on me *angelic smile*.

In other news because I AM NOT a gym bunny, I am going to have a netvibes page. I tried to understand RSS feeds today. You young people have such complex technology. What is this rumor that many members of the Academy refuse to even see Brokeback Mountain!?!

Comments

[LL]

I thought you were the original gym bunny.

[Jim M]

Thanks for the nice note. Running into you was definitely the highlight of my early to mid-late evening on wednesday! Maybe even the majority of my post-business- day day. You looked especially adorable, by the way, in your hoodie sweatshirt and too tight track pants. Yoga was a challenge.