Confessing to a lie!

Take a moment to read the above caption and then laugh with delight when you get it. :)

Moving along to today's posting...

It's Friday and time for another confession and this week, it's debating whether I'm a liar or not.

On December 1st, I started this blog with the idea that I wanted to post something new for 30 days in a row. It was an opportunity to no longer agonize over one's writing and simply post whatever was on my mind at that very moment.

Now here's the thing, I have been posting something new for 37 days, but I don't write them every day.

This week, what's been posted has been written that day. Last week, I was in Manhattan for 5 days, so I wrote 5 postings in advance as I wasn't sure what my net access would be like. Some days, I get in a groove and write 4 things and then set them up to be posted over a period of 4 days.

Does this make me a liar? Does it invalidate this project? Does it really matter?

This week's confession is more of a question. If your intention is not to deceive, can your impact be different?

For the purposes of the project, my intention is to simply write 30 new thoughts a month and I feel that I met that expectation.

Individuals who come to this site always have something new posted by either myself or the other contributors on a daily basis. This is certainly no easy feat and somewhat of a rarity for newly born blog.

Well that's my semi confession for the week...

Let it be known - I have little patience..

There's a reason why I go out to a club for 10:30. There's a reason why I don't work with children under the age of 5. There's a reason why I hate going out to dinner. There's reason why I'm blunt and up front with my questions. I HAVE NO FREAKIN PATIENCE!

I loathe, loathe, loathe lines. Stick me in a line and be prepared to hear me bitch and moan and complain. When I was a 19 year old twink, I would very loudly complain about having to stand in line behind all the old and ugly people. Now I just go at 10:30 and avoid all such frustration. Plus, now I don't drink, so I'm not standing in line to get a drink or for the bathrooms. It's wonderful!!!

Children under 5 make no sense to me...literally. Ever tried having a conversation with one??? They just babble and you have to follow their visual cues to know if you are to laugh, look sad or be angry too. It's most frustrating. Plus, they cry over the stupidest shit. If I don't tell the girl that I think she's wearing a pretty dress after she robotically compliments my staff shirt, she pulls a freakin hissy fit.

Waiting for food at a restaurant??? Who came up with this crazy notion? How is it more convenient to sit down and have somebody else serve you? At my place, if I want a drink, I go to my fridge and voila, it's there! Plus, I don't up my profit margins by 300% on all my drinks. Plus, my food arrives when I want it too and is cooked to my specifications. Oh and I always wash my hands, so I'm never worried about a disgruntled chef's germs in my soup. :) I've no patience for lining up for a table, awaiting a server's arrival to take my drinks, and then the 45 minute wait for food to arrive.

Finally, the reason why I'm blunt and always seeking clarity in relationships, friendships, jobs, etc is cuz I've no patience for bull shit conversation. I want to know if you're into me during our first date (thou I'll usually wait till post-date wrap up to ask). If we're gonna be friends, I don't care about what school you go to or shitty part time job you work at. I want to know about your hopes, dreams, ambitions, etc. If we're working together, don't bother me with your personal shit, I don't care. I need to know what your skills are, strengths/weaknesses and how you like to be recognize. This helps me to know how to properly 'use' you. :)

What do you have little patience for? Or how do you find endless patience?

Mason Wyler made me start this blog!

It's Friday and it's time for me to make a confession.

While I wanted to give myself a new challenge, that's not the only reason that I started this blog.

Granted, I did just end my one year of of sobriety challenge and so I needed a new challenge, so I've been writing every day and will continue to do so for 30 days.

But the real reason that I started this blog and on blogspot.com of all places is Mason Wyler (visit www.masonwyler.com).

I have been following Mason's career since he first was 'straight' on corbinfisher.com and to his many many many others vids that involve topping, bottoming, orgies and solos.

I found out about his blog on blogspot through gaypornblog.com after they did an article about Mason being raped. There was some controversy around him being raped as apparently some other porn stars thought that it was a publicity stunt. Well rape kits and police reports later, it was revealed to be true.

There's something about reading Mason's posts that makes him seem more 'human.' It's not every day that you chat up a porn star (lol...well it does happen to me on occasion) and get to know about their favourite video games. ;) Sure, he certainly does love to talk about sex, but who doesn't? He's a bottom cum slut and apparently proud of it. But he's a geek too and proud of that aspect as well. :P

So now how does Mason's blog lead me to my blog?? Well it's simple, I have a side to me that not everybody always gets to see. While I'm not into material goods, care deeply about human rights, and love to joke around, I have many very vain moments. These moments aren't always apparent to everybody. Now they should be. :)

What is interesting is how people that don't know me (or the other writers) will decide to judge us based merely on these postings? I used to post for another site (pitcher.wordpress.com) but haven't for awhile. A lot of my stuff on there was very serious queer issues oriented and it takes me much longer to come up with good thorough arguments on that.

Here, I can write a usual post in less than 10 min and edit it in less than 2. Plus for a Virgo who can definitely be a perfectionist, it's definitely more about the quantity vs. the quality here. :)

So thank you Mason Wyler for starting your blog, cuz without it, this place wouldn't exist.

Janice Dickinson is my latest confession...

It's Friday and I feel the need to confess my love for the world's first self proclaimed super model, Miss Janice Dickinson.

I haven't followed her career and I know nothing about her rise to the top. Apparently, she has a few books detailing them, but unless she does an audio recording of them herself, I'll never give them a go.

What I do know is that Miss Janice makes for some fucking awesome TV. Back three ex's ago, we had little in common, so we'd watch tv to pass the time. One of the shows, we watched was ANTM (that's America's Next Top Model for any straight males that read this blog). As a judge, she brought the sass and the attitude that was needed. When I broke up with the ex, I lost Janice too.


Then something happened last Friday that I'm finally prepared to confess. Instead of working on my assignment, like I told many people that I would be doing, I discovered the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency. I had heard about this show and I think caught an episode before, but this is the first time that I went online and watched and watched and watched. One would be correct in inferring that I stayed up till 4am to watch all of season 4.

Now what's the show about??? Well Janice has started her own agency, so she can find the next big thing and impart all of her knowledge to the next crop of models. The show is high drama, high on eye candy, and actually high on good advice.

Janice makes for good TV, cuz she's loud, rude, and blunt. She says what she wants and most of the time, it makes sense. :) She's been in the biz for 30 years and she knows what to expect out of her models and clients. This season is great, cuz she builds a model house and the models move in with Janice living in the basement watching all the going on's.

The eye candy is AMAZING!!! Janice seems to book her males/females for all sorts of bathing suits and underwear gigs. Her favourite saying seems to be 'take off your clothes' and the people just do it. I know I want to be able to walk into work and say 'take off your clothes' but alas, I'd probably get arrested for that.

Finally, there's actually some good advice too. Fake or not, Janice cares genuinely for those around her. As a former addict and alcoholic, she flips on any mention of drugs and actually fires one model over a joke about crack. When working with a model who cuts herself due to childhood trauma, she self reveals about growing up with a pedofile father to offer some comfort and guidance. Plus, when suspecting a model has an eating disorder, she hounds her to get at the truth. Finally, 2 seasons in a row, she's rejected allowing a model to join the agency until they graduate high school.

Yah, if you caught that last slip up, I'm now watching season 3. I'm only a few episodes in, but I'll be done this and probably the first 2 by the time you read this post.

What's your confession of the week?