Sep

27

Renegade Rapport Buzzing …

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Sep

23

Woman Reviews The Men She’s Dated

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I came across this article in MSN Dating, you should have a go at it and learn something…

5 guys I’m glad I dated…
By Lee Bailey

If you watch too much cable television, you know that popular media believes in only one kind of gay guy: fit, fabulous, and fashionable. He loves to shop (and to tell other people how to shop), and he consumes hair products at a higher rate than a Texas cheerleader.

Personally, I’ve never fallen for the hairless, muscle-bound Adonis with blonde tips—or the overeager shopping buddy. Looking back on my dating life, I realize that most of the men I’ve gone out with have deviated from physical, social, and professional stereotypes of “good gays,” at least as mandated by VH1 and Bravo. But even though many of the men I’ve known weren’t picture-perfect homosexuals, I’ve learned a lot from them collectively. Here, then, are five surprising types of guys I’ve dated.

#1: The Guy’s Guy

“What? He’s gay? I had no idea.” I can’t begin to count the number of times I heard this said about one ex-boyfriend. Female friends of his would always make a point of telling me just how straight he seemed, and how they themselves had endured crushes on him. He had nary a gay friend, and passed his evenings with straight pals at the local dive bar, playing pool and watching football. Though I myself tend toward these pursuits (hence our original attraction), he took it to an entirely different level, enthusiastically commenting on women’s curves and behaving in a super-competitive fashion. I believe that most of these behaviors were part of his natural personality, but I have no doubt that some of them were affected as part of some self-denying instinct he harbored. He was older than me, and I think that as a child of the late ’70s, he wasn’t entirely comfortable with what being gay really involved.

Why I’m glad I’m dated him: Being able to talk about gridiron, admire she-booty, and evaluate lagers are all valuable skills, and I must admit that I learned many of them from the Guy’s Guy. Even though I live in New York, which I like to think of as the gayest city on earth, most of my friends aren’t gay, and I relate to them in many ways I that picked up from this fellow. As Weezer sang, “Everyone’s a little queer, why can’t she be a little straight?” Every gay should know how to be a little straight, I think…just to relate that much better to the rest of the population. Go ahead and disagree, but it worked for me.

#2: The Obsessive-Compulsive

“Wash your hands!”
“Why?”
“You pressed the elevator button!”
“But I pressed it with my knuckle!”
It was after this exchange with one former boyfriend that I realized I was dealing with something serious—something clinical. Slowly, other obsessive-compulsive behaviors surfaced, and when I asked him about them, he admitted to the diagnosis. He couldn’t go to bed unless every dish was clean—not just dripping in the dish rack, but actually dry and put away. Same for clothes. No sock was to be left on the bedroom floor. He was like Faye Dunaway in Mommy Dearest, but in real life.

Why I’m glad I dated him: Hello? Cleaning lady and boyfriend all in one? What’s not to like? But seriously, being with someone who is that consumed by order and exactitude serves as a helpful reminder to the rest of us that sometimes you just have to let things go. It helped me see that, frankly, I never wanted to let myself get that possessed by neatness.

#3: The Closet Case

Remember in Scarecrow and Mrs. King how Kate Jackson had trouble keeping her life of espionage secret from all those who thought she was a mere housewife? Well, multiply that level of subterfuge by 10 and you have some idea of what it is like to date a guy who hasn’t come out. Of course, I didn’t set out to date a closet case, but it happened, thanks to a confession of interest he made one night after a few drinks. He was a friend of a friend, and everything about him was perfect—except for his seeming inability to come out. A strapping, all-American lad, he was irresistible. The relationship was clearly doomed, but I couldn’t stop myself from starting it.

Why I’m glad I dated him: Despite all the predictable angst his situation caused us, dating the Closet Case reminded me of the importance of putting myself in someone else’s shoes—in this case, white bucks from Brooks Brothers. He was from a very well-known, ultra-WASPy family, and it was this lineage that was the primary reason for his reluctance to reveal all about himself. He will eventually one day realize that honesty is the provenance of happiness, but I recognize now how much more of a challenge coming out is for some than others. I feel I gained some significant empathy from this guy.

#4: The Corporate Climber

I once dated a very successful advertising executive who always put work first. There is no faster way to make the guy you’re dating feel like an insignificant other than to place him toward the bottom of your to-do list, as this guy did with me. Worse, when we did spend time together, the number-one topic of conversation was generally his job. Should he switch firms? Should he confront his boss? Should he demand more in the latest of his many promotions? He didn’t want a boyfriend—he needed a career counselor.

Why I’m glad I dated him: While the “A” in Type A can stand for annoying and ambitious, it can also reflect admiration. Yes, his obsession with his job was tiresome, but it also led me to think more about my own career at the time. Was I missing what I needed and wanted out of work? Was I putting up with too much grief at the office? I decided I was, so I quit—shortly after breaking up with the boyfriend, thereby solving two problems at once.

#5: The Social Butterfly

Do you ever see technical specifications for cell phones along the lines of “holds up to 500 numbers in speed dial?” When I used to see these, I always wondered who on earth needed such an extensive directory in the palm of his hand. Then I met the Social Butterfly. Dating this man was like living in the Butterball Call Center the week before Thanksgiving. The phone rang non-stop, and meals, funerals, and sex were not considered sufficiently important to let a call go unanswered. And when I wasn’t with him, reaching him was impossible—he was always on the other line. No party invitation was declined, and no event was left without at least 30 double kisses bestowed.

Why I’m glad I dated him: Left to my own devices, I can be a bit of a hermit. Give me a good book and a duvet, and I could spend days in my apartment alone. Dating a compulsive socializer showed me that the yield of interesting people in your life is greater when you go out like a madman. I’ve since settled on a happy medium between solitude and Paris Hilton-level night-crawling, and am quite happy with the results. But I wouldn’t have gotten there without dating the Social Butterfly, so to him — as to the others mentioned here — I say thank you!

Lee Bailey is a New York-based freelance writer who has contributed to The New York Times and WWD, among other publications.

Sep

22

Knocked Up

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This is even better.. just imagine haha..

I was so ugly when I was born, the doctor slapped my mother.

Anyway that aside… since it’s a Saturday, I wonder wheres a good place to hang…

Clubs are getting pretty boring, bowling’s lame, movie’s definitely out, paintball’s hmmm… nah… drinks of tea… hmmm… no no no ..

Oh speaking of movies, guys any of you watched ‘Knocked Up’? Just saw it the other day and I’d be the first to admit… It was pretty cool. ;-)

Hey go watch it.. I liked it.. but just in case you don’t know what I’m talking about… Here’s the short story of it…

Knocked Up is the very opposite of a storybook romance, and also the very model of a great comedy for our values-driven time: Slacker shlub Ben (Seth Rogen) meets career-girl beauty Alison (Katherine Heigl) at a sloshy bar in L.A., where all the women are strong (and work in television) and all the men are exactly average (and dream of hitting it big by launching a dirty website), and the two get drunk together.

Sex happens.

Slacker shlub and drunken beauty experience misunderstanding about the use of condoms. Conception happens. Beauty, no longer drunk, chooses to go through with pregnancy and raise child, even if dad is a baggy man-boy who lives with stoned roommates. Shlub announces, ”I’m on board.”

Ben doesn’t exactly choose to grow up — he remains partial to rumpled T-shirts bearing slogans and convinced of his status as ”the guy girls f— over.”

The wonder of “Knocked Up” is that it never scolds or sneers. It is sharp but not mean, sweet but not soft, and for all its rowdy obscenity it rarely feels coarse or crude. What it does feel is honest: about love, about sex, and above all about the built-in discrepancies between what men and women expect from each other and what they are likely to get.

Check it out when you have time, man.

Interesting watch.

Sep

22

Joker

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ngia ngia ngia ngia…

Saul is working in his store when he hears a booming voice from above: “Saul, sell your business.” He ignores it. It goes on for days. “Saul, sell your business for $3 million.” After weeks of this, he relents, sells his store. The voice says ‘Saul, go to Las Vegas.” He asks why. “Saul, take the $3 million to Las Vegas.”

He obeys, goes to a casino. Voice says, “Saul , go to the blackjack table and put it down all on one hand.” He hesitates but knows he must. He’s dealt an 18. The dealer has a six showing. “Saul, take a card.” What? The dealer has — “Take a card!” He tells the dealer to hit him. Saul gets an ace.

Nineteen.

He breathes easy. “Saul, take another card.” What? “TAKE ANOTHER CARD!” He asks for another card. It’s another ace. He has twenty. “Saul, take another card,” the voice commands. I have twenty! Saul shouts. “TAKE ANOTHER CARD!!” booms the voice. Hit me, Saul says. He gets another ace.

Twenty one.

The booming voice goes: “un-fucking-believable!”

Whoa the weekend’s here already??

Time sure flies…

Sep

21

Men May Have a Secret ‘Weapon’

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Guys, I read about this today at the Daily Telegraph and decided to share it with you over here.

TESTICLES may one day provide a plentiful and accessible supply of adult stem cells that would help their owner fight off disease or regenerate damaged organs, according to a study published today.

Researchers at Weill Cornell Medical College in New York have already isolated the multi-purpose cells in mice, and successfully coaxed them to grow into cardiac cells, brain cells and working blood vessel tissue.

If the same technique can be extended to men, the study points out, it would sidestep the morally charged debate over the controversial use of embryonic stem cells for the same purpose.

In experiments, a team led by Dr Shahin Rafii of the Howard Hughes Medical Institute was able to cultivate “multi-potent adult spermato-gonial-derived stem cells” (MASCs) without recourse to any form of genetic manipulation.

Glad to say… you and me have some “goodies” which can be used for medical reasons haha. So, remember to take good care of your ‘property’ and don’t ‘misuse’ it k! ;-)

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