Gay Pride

Very quick posting:

Thank you to my friend David and his equally adorable boyfriend for the following: providing me with several large servings of Citron and soda, paying for everything the entire evening since I managed to leave my wallet at home not once, but twice, introducing me to all of your very funny, cute and extremely nice friends, letting me inappropriately make out with one of them, buying me six too many beers, listening to me slur all of my words after 9 PM and then bringing me home safely by 11:30 with half a slice of pizza in my stomach...again, all at your own expense. Thank you! Saturday's Pride parade and everything in between (despite the fact that I was a hot mess a la Lindsay Lohan) was incredibly fun (from what I remember) :-)

And to the three other boys I managed to kiss, thank you for the compliments and for making me feel not just elligible, but attractive.

And to the rest of my fans, I was down 14 lbs as of last Friday, but up 3 (yes, 3!!...I have to starve myself this week) on Monday. Booooo! I guess that's what a gallon of vodka mixed with beer will do to you. Less than 3 weeks until P-town...I need to fast until then.

Things, they are a changing

I have not updated this thing in some time, so few new updates.

Last weekend for Memorial Day I was fortunate enough to snag a last minute invite to Fire Island. Wow. I am not even sure how to describe it for those people who have not experienced it previously. It's a little like a gay petting zoo, only with lots of partying, in all variations of the word. And the Meat Rack...yeah...I thought that was just the name of a porno film...I had no idea that this place actually exists. Seriously, I had to be one of the 10 most vanilla people up there. Still, it was an incredibly fun weekend and yes, my liver has finally recovered, thank you for asking. Of course, this makes me a little worried about my upcoming week in P-town. Fire Island was only 2.5 days and I literally was dragging myself to the ferry on Monday. P-town could prove to be ugly.

In terms of my body transformation (all spurred by the upcoming week in P-town), I have officially lost 12 lbs and 3 inches from my waist. My pants are definitely falling off of me. I am in that ugly "cinching" stage since I refuse to go out and but new clothes at this point. Everything else seems to be coming along nicely as well. I definitely see definable results, which is awesome. I think I am finally, and thankfully, addicted to working out (and having a cute trainer is always helpful).

And this can be filed under TMI: I am now at the three month milestone of not having had sex (yes, even on Fire Island, where even the most tragic characters can get laid). This was not something that I intentionally set out to do, but in all reality, I don't miss it that much (yet) and needed to curb my 'ho bag ways anyway. Plus Craigslist had gotten stale.

That's all for now. Happy Birthday to me. I will be 34 (gasp) tomorrow. Mid-thirties. Boooo! I definitely do not like how that sounds.

So far, so good

Hello Reader!

I have several exciting developments on my road to my new and improved body. First of all, I have dropped 7 pounds for sure, although I have a feeling it may be slightly higher (there is a difference between the scale and my gym and the scale at my trainer's). Either way, it's a start, and only 13 more to go.

But even more exciting were my developments this morning. For the first time in four weeks, my trainer actually put me on weight machines (vs. only using free weights). I felt like I had graduated on to the next chapter in training. That certainly is a nice milestone to have achieved, however, even more exciting is the fact that for the first time in years, I am wearing my belt on a further notch, and because I want to, but because I need to, which is even better. In fact, a belt I purchased a few months ago at BR now can only be work on it's last notch, and I am not even sure how much longer that will last. It's a shame, since I really like the belt too! But I am willing to give it up to fit in to a pair of size 32 waist jeans.

You'll never recognize me

OMG...I am sooo skinny now. J/K, but I do feel better. I am in week four of the trainer and am feeling great. No updated stats (hopefully next week), but all I know is that my face no longer gives me away as the Stay-Puffed Marshmellow Man and my pants fit better :-)

I was in San Francisco for seven days two weeks ago. Incredible. Not my first time there, but the longest amount of time I have ever spent there. I attended our industry conference, full of good-looking, married, straight guys. My favorite kinds of conquests. No worries though, per usual, I was home in bed by myself each night out there. But once I get all buffed....watch out boys...LOL.

Hello Fan, I am back

So I have decided to give this whole blogging thing a second shot. I have no idea why, other than the fact that I have a stock pile of new "scary but true" life stories that I thought could be fun to share and the fact that I finally reached the bottom of the barrel in terms of self image (i.e. I am sick and tired of my Body by Pillsbury) and have started to work out with a trainer. I took out a second mortgage and will be training now three days a week until the Fall, with the goal being able to look respectable in a bathing suit (I don't think that's a lot to ask) by the time I hit P-town over July 4th. If the way my quads feel this morning are any indication, I am in big trouble. Either way, I thought that keeping an online diary of my progress will help myself and I am already excited to be able to track my morphing in to a Catalina porn star (well, not quite, but a boy can dream).

So, I will continually post my overall stats, and that way, when you, my one true fan, see me on the street, you'll be able to recognize me by my measurements, if not my ruggedly good looks...LOL.

True and actual weight as of 4/9/07: 195 lbs (yes, fatty, fatty big daddy, I know...but I hide it well on my frame 5'10.5"...LOL). Other stats will be posted later, once I remember to write them down at the gym. The weight, however, is permanently tattooed on my brain. Tipping the scale was a very shocking and painful experience, but an excellent motivator (and a small relief since I was convinced I was at least two benjamins...hahaha...look at me thinking I am so ghetto)

Babies R Us

I have a handful of close female friends, several of whom I have known for 15 years or more, all of whom I know will be a part of my life for the next 15 years to come. Through these friendships, I have been able to become friends with their spouses, and have good relationships with all of them, albeit on different levels, with each couple. So as the old rhyme goes, first comes love, then comes marriage....and now, ironically, four of the flock are pregnant. What is even more ironic is that all four of them are due within about six weeks of each other. Now, two of these ladies were good friends with eachother before I even met them (back in high school! Yikes!) and planned to try and get pregnant at the same time, and luckily for them it happen to work out that way. But the other two are just random occurrences in my small world.

It goes without saying that I am incredibly excited for all of them. They will be wonderful parents. So why is anything besides a wonderful occurrence in my life (other than knowing I have some serious upcoming baby gift expenses)? When I came out, had one gay friend. My true friends, the ones I could turn to at any hour, the ones I could see every day and never get tired of, were the same people I had always been friends with from high school, college, grad school and other aspects of my life, including these mothers-to-be. And they are all straight. At the time, they all were, or have since become, married. We all still hung out. Got ridiculously drunk. A lot. Put us all in a room with a good bottle of wine (make that six good bottles of wine) and we could go all night. I guess a small part of me thought that it would be like that forever. I realize that people grow and change and move forward. I realized that this group of people, including myself, would do the same thing. I guess I never thought that it might all happen at once.

I know that this makes me sound incredibly selfish. The problem is that ultimately, what my friends have, or are in the process in having, is what I always have wanted, and in all likelihood, will never have. I know, as a gay man, I can supposedly have it all. But I probably won't, and I am fine with that notion. I guess a small part of me was hoping in the back of my subconscious that these folks could have taken turns...you know...one couple and one baby a year....every six months would have worked too. A kind of selfish easing of everyone in to this new phase in life. In reality though, I guess I just need to open a line of credit at Babies R Us and be done with it.

Mark Foley

I am far from perfect, believe me, but Mark Foley has to take the cake as the biggest homo basket case that there is walking around the crazy state of Florida these days (or wherever his secret detox center is).

So his attorney just held an October surprise press conference, during which he opened the door to Foley's defense for his pervy emails and IMs by claiming this guy was molested by a clergyman in his teens. And what is even better, (and was NOT the headline on CNN.com) his lawyer then slips in, oh, by the way, Mark Foley wants you to know he is a gay man. First of all, thanks for the news flash, although a small part of me appreciates the fact that Foley finally allowed himself to be officially outed. However, I am gay and Catholic (non-practicing, but still Catholic), so thanks for lumping me in with all of the other 16-year-old Capitol page molesting gay Catholics. I mean, what is next? Maybe his mom only had one leg, and her disfigurement scarred him for life and turned him towards a wayward clergyman at the age of 13. Or maybe his puppy died last week and that caused him to suddenly become a "closet alcoholic." Believe me, I am taking notes, and if this creep quietly is allowed to slip out of the limelight, I am going to use the fact that I am a gay, cocktail loving Catholic the next time I find myself in my own unsavory situation.