Just another day at the Gym

I am so out of shape.

I mean really! My dad is in better shape than me and he’s over 50. I got  convinced by my lovely one to go with him to the gym and man, I was right to go. I was aching for the first few weeks and could barely go up the stairs (I was actually crawling on my hands and knees because I could not flex them). But I seem to be improving. I can walk easier now than last week and my jeans are getting baggy. He is still cooking for me and this week it has been chicken all day long. Don’t get me wrong, it feels good to eat anything else but rabbit food like I have been doing so far.

So, yesterday after getting out of breath after bycicling, I went to do push ups and before falling flat on my face like a pancake, I managed to do about 5.
We get back home and he asks me:
“Were you wearing a bra today?”
“Yes! Do you think I’d go exercise with everything hanging loose?”
“Well, when you were doing those push ups, your hands were fully extended and your boobs were near the floor!”
“Well, thank you!”
“I think they weigh about 7kg, together.”
“No way!”
“Should we weigh them?”
“Yes, would you like to do it?”
I thought he’d say no because he is gay but he said “yes!”
We don’t have any weighing scales that take more than 250g so we dropped it.

This morning he looks at me and tells me I lost weight since I started ’cause he was watching me in the gym and thinking “Damn, you’re curvy!”. If only he knkeww i was watchin him too in the gym thinking “Damn, you are hot! Those muscles bulging, that flat stomach, the pecs, the strong legs.” I think I was drooling most of the time.

Oh – he offered to make me a baby :) ) but that is a story for another time.

All as one in the Park – London Festival

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This weekend will be mental!! I and my lovely, cute, adorable little gay landlord will be going to one of the biggest gay festivals in the UK! All in London, Victoria Park!

I thought to myself – if you can’t beat them, join them! He is so right for me – even though he likes men – he told me already that if he were straight, he would have been already on one knee with his hand out proposing away so I kinda get he’s feeling it too. And he’s not being a jerk about it either like some guys I used to know. I mean, I know it’s ego-boosting to see a girl fall head over heels in love with you, but you don’t have to be childish and shout it to the whole world and laugh about it! (Thank you Dan, asshole).

He is kind, he is smart, he is important (“The Help”).

So, back on track. We’re going to a GAY Festival. Meaning we’ll see a lot of this:

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We spent a while talking about what we’re going to wear (as he does not want to show off his pecs nor does he want to go there wearing pink or feathers). I already decided on one of my Hell Bunny dresses that fits me (for some reason most of my dresses have trouble fitting on me because of my chest). He is thinking about wearing a pair of black jeans and a cool t-shirt. I sooo hope it won’t rain or be cold and nasty – because being the cheap asses that we are, we are going to walk from the Victoria Bus station to the park (which will take roughly 2h).

We also bought really cheap bus tickets from Northampton to  London (£17 for a roundtrip) and considering how much the tickets were (£45) we will be in a lot of trouble if we’re not careful with the spending. Why is there always so much month at the end of the money?

Either way, it looks like it’s going to be a really good weekend!

PS: Do you think they’ll let me in? He’ll definitely be allowed in ’cause he’s gay but me… I’m straight as  a pole. Maybe I can say I’m a drag queen or post-op :) I hope they won’t make me Kiss a Girl to be able to get in.

Men to Men friendships

bcaa1403e8An excellent and gentle man of my acquaintance has said, “When fifty-one per cent of the voters believe in cooeperation as opposed to competition, the Ideal Commonwealth will cease to be a theory and become a fact.”

That men should work together for the good of all is very beautiful, and I believe the day will come when these things will be, but the simple process of fifty-one per cent of the voters casting ballots for socialism will not bring it about.

The subject is entirely too big to dispose of in a paragraph, so I am just going to content myself here with the mention of one thing, the danger to society of exclusive friendships between man and man, and woman and woman. No two persons of the same sex can complement each other, neither can they long uplift or benefit each other. Usually they deform the mental and spiritual estate. We should have many acquaintances or none. When two men begin to “tell each other everything,” they are hiking for senility. There must be a bit of well-defined reserve. We are told that in matter solid steel for instance the molecules never touch. They never surrender their individuality. We are all molecules of Divinity, and our personality should not be abandoned. Be yourself, let no man be necessary to you. Your friend will think more of you if you keep him at a little distance. Friendship, like credit, is highest where it is not used.

I can understand how a strong man can have a great and abiding affection for a thousand other men, and call them all by name, but how he can regard any one of these men much higher than another and preserve his mental balance, I do not know.

Let a man come close enough and he’ll clutch you like a drowning person, and down you both go. In a close and exclusive friendship men partake of others’ weaknesses.

In shops and factories it happens constantly that men will have their chums. These men relate to each other their troubles they keep nothing back they sympathize with each other, they mutually condole.

They combine and stand by each other. Their friendship is exclusive and others see that it is. Jealousy creeps in, suspicion awakens, hate crouches around the corner, and these men combine in mutual dislike for certain things and persons. They foment each other, and their sympathy dilutes sanity by recognizing their troubles men make them real. Things get out of focus, and the sense of values is lost. By thinking some one is an enemy you evolve him into one.

Soon others are involved and we have a clique. A clique is a friendship gone to seed.

A clique develops into a faction, and a faction into a feud, and soon we have a mob, which is a blind, stupid, insane, crazy, ramping and roaring mass that has lost the rudder. In a mob there are no individuals all are of one mind, and independent thought is gone.

A feud is founded on nothing it is a mistake a fool idea fanned into flame by a fool friend! And it may become a mob.

Every man who has had anything to do with communal life has noticed that the clique is the disintegrating bacillus and the clique has its rise always in the exclusive friendship of two persons of the same sex, who tell each other all unkind things that are said of each other “so be on your guard.” Beware of the exclusive friendship! Respect all men and try to find the good in all. To associate only with the sociable, the witty, the wise, the brilliant, is a blunder go among the plain, the stupid, the uneducated, and exercise your own wit and wisdom. You grow by giving have no favorites you hold your friend as much by keeping away from him as you do by following after him.

Revere him yes, but be natural and let space intervene. Be a Divine molecule.

Be yourself and give your friend a chance to be himself. Thus do you benefit him, and in benefiting him you benefit yourself.

The finest friendships are between those who can do without each other.

Of course there have been cases of exclusive friendship that are pointed out to us as grand examples of affection, but they are so rare and exceptional that they serve to emphasize the fact that it is exceedingly unwise for men of ordinary power and intellect to exclude their fellow men. A few men, perhaps, who are big enough to have a place in history, could play the part of David to another’s Jonathan and yet retain the good will of all, but the most of us would engender bitterness and strife.

And this beautiful dream of socialism, where each shall work for the good of all, will never come about until fifty-one per cent of the adults shall abandon all exclusive friendships. Until that day arrives you will have cliques, denominations which are cliques grown big factions, feuds and occasional mobs.

Do not lean on any one, and let no one lean on you. The ideal society will be made up of ideal individuals.

Be a man and be a friend to everybody.

When the Master admonished his disciples to love their enemies, he had in mind the truth that an exclusive love is a mistake. Love dies when it is monopolized. It grows by giving. Your enemy is one who misunderstands you why should you not rise above the fog and see his error and respect him for the good qualities you find in him?

 

Blind Date

I decided that I was not going anywhere with my little cute gay landlord so I decided to go out with a guy I’ve never seen before. Except online. Partially naked. Really hot. He pulled up in a posh car, gave me a kiss and a cuddle and we had a reaaaally good time.

gareth4 gareth3 gareth2Problem is, I cannot keep my mouth shut. During the “date” with Monsieur Gareth, I have been talking about my crush, what he does, how cute he is, how happy he makes me and believe it or not, my date felt compelled to say that he will call me again and had to rush off. Well, how do I say this – he won’t be missed. One, he was way too short for me, two – he spoke in a very aggressive manner, fast pace, like he wanted to know the answer straight away without a pause. Him having an army background made it clear to me that he would not be around either way and made me realize something really important:

I love my gay best friend.

I do.

I really really do.

He is funny, he is attentive and he – as much as he can – loves me back. He even said the other day – “Jules, if you were a man, you’d be in my bed by now. We’d be partners for ever and ever”.

“But I’d still be fluffy and you would not want to date me”

“I’d take you to the gym, make you work out until you were toned and date you then.”

I told him about my date and he was shocked. I did not think he would be jealous but he was! He asked me about 6 times – “so, are you going to see him again?”. And everytime I said “nope” he would get a bit more relaxed. I told him that he is my no.1 man and when I decide I wanna get really serious about someone, I’ll let him know first. He chewed on this piece of information for a while and then yesterday he comes up with this beauty.

“Jules, we should get married. I don’t know how it would work, but I love you. We could have an open relationship. And separate bedrooms. But we’ll do all the rest together.”

I was trying really hard to keep a straight face. Me love him so much! And I did think of this but … hmm … not with separate bedrooms ;) and not that open of a relationship. Me want him. It sucks sometimes that I can’t get him to like women, but well, the day is not over yet and there are plenty of possibilities.

 

PS: Advice for the lovelorn: If you love somebody, don’t try to date. You won’t like whomever you pick because you’ll keep comparing them to your crush, you’ll bore them to death with tales about your guy and your crush will suffer from not being in the center of your universe anymore. It will make him jealous and possessive and bring out the ancestral side of men. They will try to claim you and mark you as their territory (even though they don’t do anything on that territory).

To make it clearer, he came to me after telling him about my date and rubbed his body against my side. He said I’m his lamppost and now I’m his again ’cause I carry his scent. Weirdo :)

 

Dexter Morgan, my favorite serial killer

I think “Dexter” was the first time I loved the series more than the book. No offence Jeff Lindsay, I feel robbed! I bought the books and the story was bland, the characters not nearly as cool as in the series, and the dialogue lacking. I stopped buying the books and went for the DVDs instead.

The best part of the show is the main actor, Michael C. Hall whom I loved ever since I saw him playing the gay funeral home director in “6 Feet Under” (I’ve seen all seasons twice!). He manages to come across as unfeeling and short of a psychopath playing normal. It’s like me on my time of the month! :)

I read somewhere that Dexter was such a huge TV hit that people actually tried to mimic him by chopping up people and saying that they had a Dark Passenger too! I’m not surprised, the world is filled with people so deranged that a simple fiction TV series (or book) can tip the over the edge of sanity into a pool so dark they cannot see reality anymore. Like that chick in Cluj (my home town) who decided to end her life after seeing “Avatar”, sad that she will never see Pandora.

Why can’t people just enjoy it and not think any further?

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Thank you boobs!

I’ve been trying for a while to at least get to base one with my landlord who is attracted to the same sex… (not the same as mine though) and I have finally made some progress! Yes!

I bought some t-shirts off of e-bay (pre-worn, pre-loved) and there was one with the Buffalo’s (I assume that’s some American football team). It was a size too small but still looked great on me and I decided to wear it out shopping.

I come downstairs and what I hear: “Damn! Look at those knockers! OMG! They are huuuuge! I’m not going shopping with you! All the men will be staring at those! OMG! They burn my eyes!”

I look down, and yes, the t-shirt was clinging to my size D (or maybe E) boobs. He’s gay, he shouldn’t be affected by boobs! So, I decided to wear the t-shirt to see how much I can make him suffer (evil laugh). HE makes me suffer well enough being cute and sexy and adorable and walking half naked in the morning (or sometimes just covered in a towel so I can admire his pecs and muscular legs), so why shouldn’t I? :)

So, we went shopping. He would lift his hand up to shield his eyes from my boobs when he was talking to me and he told me not to jump up when I was feeling excited. :D I jumped, and bounced and even convinced him to do a chest slam! He staggered back a few feet and if my eyes did not deceive me, I can swear I gave him a boner!

Not all hope is lost, dear friends! He can be swayed to straightness (and to my bed) and once he goes Ferk he never goes beck! I so suck at rhymes!

 

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Battle Royale – Best Book Ever

Koshun Takami wrote this novel in 1996 (but only published it in 1999). Nearly 14 year later, this person has picked it up a bookshelf and decided to give it a go.
Nearly 10h later, I put the book down and I slowly exhaled. It’s by far the best book I have read this year and only comes second to “The Stand” (by Stephen King).
I found out today that there was a movie made after the story (seen it this morning) and also a manga (see a volume cover below):

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Weeeelll, I read the manga after the movie and I can now say I had a full “Battle Royale” weekend!

What’s the fuss all about?

Battle Royale isn’t set in modern Japan, but rather the Republic of Greater East Asia — which sounds like a mix of Japan and North Korea. State control is more far-reaching, and among the ways the state exerts its control is through the egalitarian but deadly ‘Program’, officially the ‘Battle Experiment No. 68 Program’. Every year fifty third year junior high school classes are selected. Each is brought to some isolated area (an island, typically) and the students set against each other. Provided with a variety of weapons, it’s a winner take all battle: the students have to kill each other until only one survives:

The final survivor of each class (the winner) is provided with a lifetime pension and a card autographed by The Great Dictator.
Battle Royale is the story of one such class-battle. Beginning with 42 students, the novel follows their fates as they battle each other. Among the special rules of the game is that someone has to get killed every 24 hours or else everybody gets killed (which turns out not to be a problem — the slaughtering occurs at a pretty good clip), and that more and more parts of the island where they are playing become off-limits as the game progresses. Control over the students is exerted via metal collars they’ve been outfitted with: explosive charges in them will detonate if they move in a prohibited zone (or if the 24-hour limit is exceeded).
It looks like a no-win situation for the participants, or at least all except one, since there appears to be no way to turn against the game-keepers, or to stay alive without turning to murder. With the large number of participants at the beginning of the game Takami manages to go through most of the possible variations of reactions and attitudes. A few jump right into the game, readily willing to turn on their classmates, while others try to forge alliances and help each other out. Trust is hard to come by — and hard to keep.
Cleverly, the students are outfitted with different weapons, everything from a machine gun to a set of darts. One player only gets a bulletproof vest, another a device that lets him know the location of near-by players. Betrayal is common, and Takami comes up with some entertaining twists of fate.
The novel centres around three of the players, Shuya and Noriko, who ally themselves with Shogo. Shogo has a big advantage over all the other players: he’s played this game before. (It’s his bad luck that he got left behind and had to repeat the year at a new school where the class he was put into then got selected …..) His enormous hatred for the country and the system drive him to subvert it, and his insider knowledge gives him a huge edge. Still, it’s hard to know who to trust and how to act (and the authorities have a few more tricks up their sleeves as well).
Battle Royale is necessarily a book of mass-slaughter: more than forty deaths, and practically each one is described, a litany of brutality and betrayal that even it its many variations can be a bit of overkill. Still, for such a long book littered with so many bodies, Takami manages to keep things moving, and to hold the reader’s interest. There’s constant tension, and a few good surprises. There are too many characters to really get much of a sense of many of them, but Takami does try to show the reasons for the way they act, a fun reflection of (junior) high school life which can often seem this brutal (just without the bloody consequences). In the extreme situations true colours are shown — and they’re often surprising ones; it certainly makes the book a fun reflection of typical teen life.
Takami does have to take a few short-cuts — convenient facts that allow this battle to be a bit different from most of the others. Ultimately, it’s not particularly realistic — but then one really can’t expect a book with such a premise to be highly realistic.
There are a few odd choices — including the fact that the programme is so enormous (fifty classes a year ! that’s roughly 2000 students killed, an enormous hit for even a large nation to take). (The purpose of the programme is never made too clear either – the movie hinted that the teenagers did not respect their elders anymore and this program will instill fear in their hearts.) And the altered state — the Republic of Greater East Asia — perhaps adds an unnecessary layer. A closer-to-reality society in which one class a year is sacrificed in this way might have been more compelling.
Still, Battle Royale is a perfectly fine thriller, with a fun premise, quite well drawn-out.

My favourite character

Chihusa not letting herself get raped and killed by one of her classmates

The villains

Well, there are many villains – the system is one of them but there are two that really shine out from among the 42 classmates:
- Mitsuko Souma – A teenager so f..ked up that she could definitely have won if her greatest weapon was not her undoing. She is a teen prostitute, selling herself for money, handbags, shoes, anything that could get her any advantage. She runs her own gang and she is ready to slash and kill anyone who dares stay in her way.

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- Kazuo Kiriyama – Devoid of any emotions due to an accident early in his life, Kazuo has no qualms in killing his friends and enemies alike, a true sociopath. He seems to be almost immortal as the few attempts to kill him are unsuccessful. He keeps on coming back like a damn cyborg. I rooted for him to be killed brutally throughout the book and I was truly happy when he went to the end of the clearing.

Love Confession of an Emo

Dark RoseMy whole body trembles as I teeter on the edge of sanity.

My soul is burning. How can one live when you want to only get away from yourself? My insides crane and cramp as my intestines unravel. My hands are shaking like a heroine deprived addict.

And I am, but Love is my heroine. Trying to please, to do what is asked of me. Yet being kicked away, spit on and rejected, never good enough. Why do I tremble, why does my body quiver so? I feel as though I am watching life through a window. I feel distant and disconnected. Separated from the world.

I am unraveling, barely kept alive. Break in any moment, just need one button pushed, and I will break down, lose everything. I’m struggling to keep myself calm, ready to burst into tears at any moment. As absurd as I once thought it- considering how dead I feel, how much I want to feel real, alive.

I shake more and more as the seconds pass, how do I stay alive? When I try to stand, my body begins to fail me, a sudden weakness engulfs my limbs. Speak softly, quietly, do not disturb the rest of the world.

Distance yourself, revel how you feel, act like it, -Disconnected from the world.

My body still quivers and shakes. My face is emotionless and my movements silent and slow, do not reveal your weakness, don’t show that you are dead.
It is time to bite the bullet, accept your fate and die.

Stop your futile efforts, give up and eat the dirt.

I struggle to keep my eyes open, keep the darkness at bay. Close them and it enthralls me, tempts me with its silence

 

Things are getting better

I love my life! I really do :) I am in love and it feels great. The guy I love might not love me back in the same way I do but he does nonetheless!
We were both playing around in the kitchen and I told him I would still talk to him even if he hated my guts😄
He goes “awww! let me give you a hug! “
I said “no! no!”
and he comes up to me and gives me a massive bear hug! and then tries to climb me like a tree! I was laughing so hard, trying to pick him up and I managed to get his ass off the floor and run with him wrapped around me! It was funny!!
Me like him! I just told him righ now :)
He still scowls and ignores me but I feel it chipping away. The massive wall that he had built around himself is starting to crack and little by little I feel that he will come to be on my side of the page.

PS: I have not initiated any moves towards him since the Tesco failure but it seems I was worried for nothing. He hugs me loads and even started making funny comments like :”do your boobs make a slapping sound when you turn from side to side at night?”

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Now this is awkward

Hey y’all! It’s the happy Ferkel again! Well, loads of stuff happened recently so I waited a little bit to see how they develop to be able to give a full description. I was annoying my sexy landlord as usual and as it was really nice outside he asked me to tag along on his walk.

I was like “Yeah, bitch, walk me anywhere!”. Of course I did not say that out loud as I would have appeared slightly deranged. Well, more than slightly. And he mentions casually that he has to do a delivery to his mom and wondered if I would tag along? I would be treated to luke-warm tea as I like it if I say yes. I said, why not?

So… this Saturday I got to meet his parents, drink tea in their posh living room, all dolled up in a dress with my sexy gay best friend next to me. Ahhm. His family do not know he’s not straight. I found out only after we left when he told me that his mother thinks we are dating… and that he likes me. If he would have told me this before telling me he likes wieners, I would have been overjoyed, now I only took it with an approving nod.

Now, the oddities did not stop. He took me to lunch at a posh pub where we had popcorn chicken and garlic mushrooms and he had a few pints. Not beer, but cider. I was looking at him trying to determine whether he was drunk or not, and well.. he was. After two drinks of cider (I call it pussy drinks), he was tipsy. He was laughing, walking a bit bendy and he started getting lovelier – if that is even possible.

Garlic Mushrooms and popcorn chickenHe hugged me for about 5 minutes, squeezed me tight, got my heart racing in my ears and kept saying my name over and over again. “Julsy ballsy” he calls me because I’ve got balls :)  and my name is Jules.

He never had such long contact with me and I was getting a bit restless. I know people behave differently when they are drunk and none of it should be taken to heart. Especially when they go manic and start telling you all their deepest darkest secrets.

“Julsy, I love you. If I was straight, we would have been married by now. Seriously”

Aham… now – how should I reply to that? I kept silent and just nodded. He would not remember anything by morning time so it would not be great to go into confessions of my own in case he does. I was so flabbergasted that I put an air-freshner in the car and said “Oh, this is so tight in that I would only be able to get it off with a spoon. I mean knife! Knife! Don’t laugh!” Too late – he was rolling on the floor laughing hard. He gave me another embrace and then he fell on the floor laughing. I’ve never seen such a cheery drunk in my life. All from two pints of cider.

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The next morning he was looking a bit rough so I made sure I spoke slowly and softly to him as not to cause him a headache. But he seemed to be stuck to me like glue. He followed me around the house playing shadow, taught me how to do a proper wave and then we went shopping together. I really thought he forgot everything that he’d done the day before, including the very sweet hugs, until he said “I can’t believe you wanted to take out the air-freshner with a spoon!” and chuckled.

I kept my eyes on the road, holding my breath to hear if he said anything about everything else but he remained silent.

We went in the lovely posh store called “Tesco” and while we were looking at electronics, I got this urge to give him a hug. So I did. And what followed left me a little bit broken. He pushed me away and said “Ewww, I can’t believe you are trying to rape me in plain view”. I knew I crossed the line again, he obviously does not like being touched by women and he only feels comfortable when he initiates the move. I still feel a bit bad now, after two days, and am trying really hard not to touch him, even casually. As I’m a contact person, I like to touch people when I’m talking to them – always did and always will – but this abstinence is really difficult for me.

I’m just hoping it’s going to pay off and he’ll feel the need for closeness again. Either that or I shall give him cider daily

CAUSE I REALLY LIKED HIS HUGS