It’s been a very active weekend here in my life. It all started once I got off work Friday (though that was busy as hell too.) Courtney came over and we watched Zombieland. Yes, I know I haven’t been updating my MOVIESIGN! page like I wanted to. Just so much gets in the way. The movie is very very good though and I had a great time. A bit more sadness than usual after taking her home. I guess it’s just I feel like I need some closeness right now and am not getting as much as I’d like.

Saturday started early as I changed rooms with my sister and her kidrockboyfriend. It went smoothly enough, though it did take a lot of the day. Sadly my Windows XP machine died in the process. When you press the on button, it sounds almost like a car trying to start up, but never doing so. Another bad thing was that kidrockboyfriend felt he had to go all redneck and burned the bags of ancient stuff I was going to be throwing away. We’re talking childhood and teenage stuff that really ought to have been gone already. So that was pretty awful and bad environmentally.

That evening was DJ Tony Moran at Heretic. While I expected lots of my friends to go, not a single one did. Fortunately, like, a thousand other boys did so I was not alone. The place has changed so much in the last 6 months with all the remodeling. It almost looks classy. The music was good and I just danced my heart out until 4am. Yup, he went an extra illegal hour. Oooooh! I also gave my number to this Latin guy who asked for it. I’d seen him once before on a Wednesday a week ago. We’ll see.

Sunday started early as mom wanted to go to grandmothers and I was thinking since I’d lost my XP machine, maybe my uncle could help me partition my Windows 7 machine and have both operating systems on one computer. Sadly, that didn’t work out so well. Eventually I ended up with a new version of Windows 7 than the one I started with. THAT actually has been working out well. Rather than the 64bit Home Edition, I now have a 32bit Enterprise Edition. It seems to be running my programs that I’d been having a lot of problems with better. But that whole process to get things back to comfortability took until 3am this morning.

Of course, severe thunderstorms came down at 6am this morning, so it’s not like I got much sleep. And there was the truck I had to unload at work at 9am this morning.

So it’s really just been a non-stop kind of thing. I think now that I got most everything situated now, I can go to sleep. Zzzzzzz.

They say that March comes in like a lion, but goes out like a lamb. Well, this year, I’m starting March a couple of days early. Sorry, February, I already know you get the short end of the stick with that 28 days crap. Hell, you even had a movie called “Leap Year” come out and it wasn’t even a Leap Year for you.

But alas, I got bigger fish to fry.

I mean, maybe if I move the calender up a few days, the weather will cooperate. Actually, the Deep South is expecting another snow storm to come blowing through here on Tuesday. WTF!

At least the dance floors here in HOTlanta will be getting an early dose of summertime goodness with DJ Abel tonight spinning a mega party at Jungle.

And speaking of parties, pixiesticks.org is celebrating its 9th Birthday on March 11th, so you know you can expect some surprises then.

And the personal celebrations just keep on coming! March 23rd will see me having quit smoking cigarettes for 1 whole year.

So normally while March is just such a tumultuous month, not to mention those Ides of March you gotta worry about, maybe this year by kind of starting it just a hint early, we can make this one something special.

I dunno about you, but this weekend was really long. I mean, epically long. See, while I did have a really busy day at work on Thursday, that was SO LAST YEAR. That evening, I enjoyed ringing in 2010 at my usual Heretic destination. I kissed some boys, drank some cocktails, and more importantly danced my ass off.

It felt good. It felt like something I hadn’t done much of lately.

So I followed that up by going to The Body Shop. It was an after hours locale that really sometimes could be even better than the prime time hours at any club in Atlanta. The only problem is, the crowds weren’t consistent and after three years, on Jan 2, 2010, it closed.

That was Saturday. I was out on Saturday actually. But I decided to take it back to Jungle which is across the street from Heretic. Armed with two good friends, Kaze and his partner Tatsuo, I did what I’d done not two nights ago: I danced more. I could certainly stand to do more dancing and less of the cocktails as I now am at 160 pounds. It’s not a good number for me, I don’t think.

Speaking of numbers, I really ought to have gotten the one of the Korean guy that my friends introduced me to. We talked quite a bit, and danced a little too. But who gets numbers first it seems these days. You have to Facebook friend and all that right?

It’s all cool though. I think I made a good first impression and that’s a damn good thing to make on the first few days of a new year… or decade.

Sunday, I returned to work to put the supplies away. It’s become overwhelmingly apparent that I’m the only person capable of doing this at my job. Maybe I’m the only queer there with organizational skills, I dunno. I do know that lifting 40 pounds over my head is starting to hurt like a motherfucker.

But whatever, it’s fine. It really is. Monday, my regular off day has come and while I really thought I’d get myself a bit together and prepared for the first real work day of 2010, I instead get another jovial boost with a visit from Courtney. We end up watching MILK (review to come soon on the new Moviesign page to your left) and flirting with Juan. He’s this hot guy I’ve just realized works nights at the CVS on the corner. Delicious!

I look down at the clock/calender on my computer and already it’s January 5th, 2010. I’m starting the fifth day of the new year and all I’ve done is indulge myself in friends and flirting and fun. But you know what, I don’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t feel guilty. It’s the perfect way to start 2010. If you don’t celebrate the things you enjoy doing, while also re-incorporating what you used to do that you enjoyed, and topping it off doing something you haven’t quite done before, what good is any of it.

There’s no real need for me to be making New Year’s Resolutions or anything. I would have technically failed the “quit smoking” one last year. I didn’t end up quitting for good until March 23, 2009. (Nine Months, Twelve Days, 22 Hours and 21 Minutes ago, while extending my life expectancy 19 Days and 23 Hours, by avoiding the use of 5759 cigs that would have cost me $1,191.69.)

I’ve already got the desire to watch more movies and review them here. So I guess you can call that a resolution.

And there is “Later, Skater: On Tour” that will require editing (and later publishing.)

Kaze is trying to see if I can’t get into an Improv class which I think would be not only fun, but again is something I used to do (back in college) and would probably get me to enlarge my friend group… or improve my relationships… or make me some extra cash.

So just because tomorrow is my first day back to the mundane, I think my focus will be more on the first few days of the year, consider my focus for the rest of them, and wish myself a very happy 2010.

For three years The Body Shop has dominated the after hours scene here in the Atlanta gay community, mostly by playing by the rules and providing some kick ass parties.

I even used to work there.

This New Years Eve will be the next to last as they are closing shop. The DJ will be Eddie Baez who hails from NYC. He’s also playing earlier in the evening at Heretic, but will absolutely bring a dark deep but joyful tone to the final celebration.

Then on January 2nd, the final curtain call will be made with DJ Lydia Prim up in the DJ booth. Well, it’s more like a DJ Pedestal as long time Body Shop fans know.

The event will likely have a line down the block, in spite of it being an after hours engagement, as Atlantans have to deal with yet another nightspot shuttering the doors.

A federal lawsuit was filed Tuesday against the city of Atlanta on behalf of 19 patrons searched and detained during the Sept. 10 raid of the Atlanta Eagle gay bar.

Police Chief Richard Pennington and 48 of his officers, including members of the department’s Red Dog unit, also are named in the civil rights suit, which claims violations of federal and state law.

“The illegal activity going on in the Atlanta Eagle that night was committed by the APD,” said Greg Nevins, an attorney in the Atlanta office of Lambda Legal, which is representing the plaintiffs.

According to police records, undercover vice officers had been to the Ponce de Leon nightclub and witnessed men having sex while other patrons watched. The department also received complaints alleging drug sales on the premises.

No charges were filed against any of the 62 patrons forced to lie down on the bar floor during the raid, though eight Eagle employees were arrested for permit violations. Pennington said the patrons were “frisked” for the officers’ safety. No search warrant was served.

“My first thought was, ‘we’re getting robbed,’” said one of the plaintiffs, Geoffrey Calhoun, who works as a local 911 dispatcher. He described feeling “dehumanized and humiliated” by the officers conducting the raid. “It needs to stop here. Silence is no longer an option.”

Last month at a community forum, Deputy Chief Carlos Banda defended the use of the Red Dog unit, which is known for its aggressive tactics.

“The procedures are very strict and they go bam, bam, bam by the numbers,” Banda told the forum, organized by Atlantans Together Against Crime. “Sometimes the tactics are a little more aggressive than we would see on regular patrol because of the enforcement problems we are given.”

Attorney Dan Grossman, a co-counsel in the lawsuit, said Tuesday that policy contradicts constitutional law regarding probable cause.

“Police didn’t care whether they were suspected of a crime or not,” he said. “I couldn’t believe police officers would have such a callous disregard for people’s human rights.”

Grossman said the suit, which seeks unspecified monetary damages, also aims to change police procedure.

“It’s unfortunate we need a federal judge to make our police department follow the law,” he said. “Since [police] don’t think they did something wrong they’re going to do it again.”

Acting city attorney Roger Bhandari said he would reserve comment pending review of the complaint.

The raid of an Atlanta gay nightclub by the police has over the last week developed into a pretty huge story. There is a lot of false information out there and a lot of people want to know more and what they can do to help. Here is a clearing-house page that hopes to accomplish those goals.

ATLANTA, GA (WABE) – Atlanta Police Chief Richard Pennington won’t comment on allegations that officers illegally detained and searched the 60-plus patrons at the Atlanta Eagle.

Monday, he did clarify APD policy:

“Each person would’ve had to have been frisked for the police officer’s safety. Now whether or not they searched the person, I don’t know that and we won’t know that until we conduct an investigation. Now if they ran the person’s name through, we do that in normal procedures to make sure the person’s not wanted.”

“You don’t have the right to detain the person beyond the frisk, beyond making sure that the officers are going to be safe.”

WABE legal analyst Page Pate says a systemic policy of running an ID check on everyone in an establishment, even if there is illegal activity there, is unconstitutional.

“You cannot simply keep them there. You cannot keep them there, and you cannot ask them for their identification and run background checks without their consent.”

Pate says APD policy, as stated by Chief Pennington, violates patrons’ First and Fourth Amendment Constitutional rights. The Fourth Amendment guarantees citizens the right against unlawful search and seizure. The First Amendment guarantees freedom of assembly. He says the Eagle’s customers were treated as suspects for no other reason than being present when the raid went down.

“Any post-certified police officer knows you cannot go into an establishment and start arresting and detaining people without probable cause that those people have broken some sort of law.”

No patrons were charged, although eight Atlanta Eagle employees are charged with operating without a proper business license.

Chief Pennington has asked anyone present during the raid to come forward and give their accounts.

He’s promised a full investigation.

A Greek woman set fire to a British man’s genitals at a club after he allegedly made sexual advances on her.

The unidentified woman is being praised by her hometown in Crete for what she did and for also turning herself in to police immediately after the alleged incident. She has been charged with causing bodily injury and endangering private property, according to the Telegraph .

Police said that the incident took place at a club in the Greek resort town of Malia. The British man, who police have also not yet identified, allegedly took off his pants there and waved his genitals at a number of girls. He is then said to have “forcefully fondled” the Greek woman and asked her to hold his genitals.

The woman asked the man to stop harassing her, police said, and when he didn’t, she poured Sabucco, a liquor that resembles Greek ouzo, on his private area.

When the man continued his advances, police said that’s when the woman set fire to his genitals using a lighter.

The man is currently at in a Heraklion, Crete, clinic being treated for second-degree burns to his testicles and penis.

The judge and prosecutor in the case have agreed to set the woman free pending trial, which is an indication that they agreed with her argument of self-defense.

With Friday the 13th, Valentine’s Day, and President’s Day all rolled into one fun happy package, I expected big things. I was not disappointed. While I didn’t find a boy interesting or willing enough to bump uglies with, I did have a great time both out and at home.

Friday I worked half the day for someone who’s worked for me many times before, so it was all good. Money was welcome and allowed me to indulge more than I normally have been lately.

That evening, I ditched Heretic early once again for Rocky Horror Picture Show. There I met up with an old friend Strobel and his gay friend whom I can’t remember the name of. He was nice and we did point out all the hotties together, but it just didn’t seem to gel between us so I decided not to persue.

Saturday night I got to see Victoria who was brought by now goatee’d friend Marco. I haven’t seen Victoria since she fully transitioned so it was a real treat. While I’m sure I totally talked her ear off asking her nosy questions about the whole ordeal, I think she got the sense that I was genuinely interested in how things were. I had quite the crush on who she used to be but am very delighted she’s now got the body to match her mind and spirit.

Also that evening I hiked across Cheshire Bridge Road to Jungle. Yeah, it’s back to being called that, though I still think they sometimes do events there under the country name I can’t recall. Jungle is so much cooler anyway. As was DJ Chris Cox. He gave it to me hard just like I’d been wanting for a while now.

Today was a lazy Sunday. I talked to Elf for a little while. I slept a lot. And I also watched Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. I highly recommend it if you didn’t catch it in the theatres for the brief time it played. It’s good stuff.

This next week school is out so work will be a bit more of a challenge, but perhaps it’ll come with more extra cash.

So to be honest, I really didn’t think much about the bad luck that was supposedly coming with the 13th. And I didn’t think about the Valentine I didn’t have on the 14th either. I guess neither were just not important.

Well here we are: 2009. The subject I think on everyone’s mind is okane. Known to us Americans as “The Shit We Don’t Have Right Now.”

As the United States helped lead the Entire Fucking World into a global recession, I think it’s time to refocus on our budgets and start piling up the cash. I know personally I’m not that great on the subject, but I’ll try and whip it into shape.

Other New Year’s resolutions for myself are as follows:

Lessen my smoking habit. Note: I’ve made quitting attempts before and I’m not asking that of myself this time. But returning to less and less is a favorable option at this juncture.

Dance more, drink less. Alot of my money goes to having a good time at Heretic. Why not go back to the way it used to be and still go and have a good time but dance more. This will not only help my money situation, but also my health as I’ll be moving my groove thing. I may also find this helps me jiggy in other situations as I used to. Read: Have some fucking sex.

Not cut my hair. This one is kind of the easiest, of course. But other than trims, I’m going to strive to not cut my already lengthy hair in 2009. Just call me Sampson.

Feel free to post your New Years Resolutions on this post, or boast about how you achieved your goals from last year. Happy New Year.

Today is the last day you can vote in the current Pretty Boy Poll. I’ll be posting the results and a new poll tomorrow as well as trying to do a bit more work over on shotalicious.org.

But now it’s time to go see DJ Ralphi Rosario and dance my ass off.

I went to Heretic with the intention of selling my XY Magazines perhaps as consignment back in the leather shop. I find out they’re having a yard sale in two weeks, so I’ll just save them until then.

So while I didn’t get that done, I did get something else accomplished I’d been wanting. I got laid.

He’s a latino guy I’ve talked with before, though I couldn’t remember his name. It happens to all of us. The mood must have struck us because before long we were making out in the Sanctuary. Bartender Mac started picking me, and I flicked him off playfully while kissing.

I got to the guy’s house. He’s older, not sure how old. And I’m sure some would probably think I lowered my standards to get this done, but I don’t think so. He had a lean body and really boyish ass that I couldn’t deny.

But as seme as I played it (and I actually played pretty rough) he just wouldn’t allow PIXIE to do the damn thing. Rebuffed, I did allow myself to be uke’d. It was kind of a one-sided affair in that other than the deep dicking (okay, not so deep, but considering how rare I’m uke…) he was mostly only accomplished in making out and looking sexy laying on the bed in the nude while asleep.

In the morning, I give the seme attempt one more try but was denied again. A bit annoyed, I decide I want to leave upsetting him. But it got smoothed over pretty much on the way back to Heretic and my car. I let him know that what happened was rare and appreciated. I thanked him, kissed him, and went home.

I’m sure we’ll see each other again since we’re both kind of regulars of the nightclub. But I’m not sure if we’ll do it again or anything. We didn’t exchange numbers. I did tell him he can grab me if I’m not engaged with something whenever he sees me. So we’ll see. I’m not sure I’d want a relationship with him, but a regular sexing up would be kind of nice I think.

In unrelated news: WETbar tonight is having their final party. The place is closing its doors, being turned over to their new owner, and will be reopened as a straight club. Fucking breeders.

It’s nearing midnight on Saturday, and a gaggle of women in trendy dresses snake their way through Mary’s bar in a cloud of perfume and make-up.

The women walk past a transgender woman waiting to sing Elton John at karaoke. They push through a throng of white and black gay men deep in conversation about the presidential election. They sidestep an East Atlanta local who walks down in a baseball cap to grab a beer.

“We’re not here for the men, and they’re not interested in us,” one woman says, explaining why she and her friends — all straight — headed out to a gay bar in the East Atlanta Village for the night. “We’re just out to have a good time.”

The word about good times at Mary’s has apparently gotten out. Logo, a cable channel geared to the gay community, last month named Mary’s the best gay bar in the country.

The best gay bar in the country? As in, better than the swank spots in L.A. with guest lists and lines of wannabes at the door. Better than the New York clubs where Lindsay Lohan was known to jump on stage and sing (pre-breakdown, of course).

Mary’s, named for the campy term of endearment among some gay men, is a self-described dive bar known mostly for its karaoke. It’s where kitschy theme nights feature the likes of a Double-Dutch jump rope battle or dressing up as your favorite Frenchie for Bastille Day.

“At Mary’s you never know who is sitting next to you or what will happen next,” said John Polly, the editor with Logo Online who collected a national panel of travel writers, journalists, party promoters and gay celebrities to decide what rose to the top. “People are charmed by that.”

Put another way, anything can happen at Mary’s. It often does.

Co-owner Mike Dover remembers the time a giant RV lumbered into the back parking lot. A lesbian couple decked out in tie-dye were on their way home to Florida from the Bonnaroo music festival in Tennessee when they called around to bars in Atlanta. Mary’s had the nicest person answer the phone, so they decided to stop there.

Meanwhile, a limo dropped off a bachelorette party at the front door. Tipsy and celebrating, they wanted to have another toast to the soon-to-be bride.

On most nights, Mary’s is a mix of gay and neighborhood patrons. But everyone is welcome in the two-story bar, where the ceiling drips white Christmas lights and ’60s and ’70s paintings adorn the walls.

“All the things that are right about Atlanta get reflected in this bar,” said co-owner Bill Overall. “It’s the mix of people in a place where it all just comes together.”

Adds Dover, “We’re neighborhood people, gay people, straight people, black people, white people. Why can’t we all go to the same place?”

That attitude of a gay Cheers — only not too gay — strikes a chord with regulars and newbies alike.

Tara O’Bryan had just moved to Georgia last year when a friend took her to Mary’s. A transgender singer, O’Bryan was expecting a cookie cutter gay bar, where she would feel isolated by not fitting the mold.

Instead, her regular table in the corner became known as the Diva Section by other regulars and staffers. It was where, two weeks ago, her boyfriend got down on one knee and proposed.

“It doesn’t really surprise me that this is the best gay bar in the entire nation,” said the 27-year-old O’Bryan. “I’m just glad they got it right.”

A few minutes later, O’Bryan pierced the bar sounds with her take on “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me,” the Elton John song. “I can’t light no more of your darkness,” she sang.

The crowd cheered while others waited for their turn at the karaoke mic. The next wave of songs would feature tunes from the ’80s, Motown and even some country.

At Mary’s, there’s something for everybody.

Another Friday night out was nothing special. I’ve actually cut back on my going out by like 66% since money is always kind of an issue. Still, it was nice to see several of my friends even if they weren’t named Kaze or Tatsuo. Actually Tat is in Japan. He has a brother who’s ill and things aren’t looking good again. So he made an emergency trip overseas. That had to have cost him a great deal of cash since it was spur of the moment.

I hope that like a similar trip last year, this will only just be a minor bump in the road for his brother and that all will turn out if not well, at least more comfortably.

As for me, like I said, nothing really all that special. I enjoyed talking with DJ Rick Walsh for a song or two. Now that I know exactly what he’s doing up there having done some of it myself, it’s alot more interesting to watch. He does his transitions with such smooth execution. It’s fabulous.

Speaking of Ricks, there is another Rick that I see there often. I paw and smooch with him quite often. I’m fond of the older guy even though he keeps saying things like “old enough to be your father.” He’s a lean, androgynous type with a real character in that he wears these totally revealing outfits. I like him, and we keep talking like something’s gonna give eventually, but nothing has yet.

Nothing special.

Considering I go out pretty much every weekend, Pride Weekend for me was just more. More nights. More people. More everything. Including more nothing, as in, I still managed to not get any.

I was offered, but the guy who did was none to my liking despite us having some things in common. He just didn’t have the looks I’d need to appreciate making the beast with two backs with.

As for my own pursuits, I managed to drive a guy that I’ve known for a few months home, and nothing happened there either. He’s taller than I, short short blond cropped hair, and is a few years older, yet looks a few years younger. And though we’re kissing friends, that’s where we still remain.

Still, the extended weekend wasn’t too bad of a bust. I spent just shy of what I expected thanks partially to Kaze and Tat being so generous as well as managing to sweet talk my way on The Bodyshop’s guest list. To bad DJ Duo Yoshi Mac put on a marginal set. In fact, all the DJs seemed to be taking no chances with their oversized crowds.

I have one more day off, tomorrow, before I go back to work bright and early Tuesday morning. And I think that’s just fine. I need to get my finances boosted back to smoother levels anyway.

As for updates on the site: Provided thunderstorms don’t strike yet again tomorrow, I’ll be back to posting a handful of shotalicious goodies then.

Ah yes, one more bit of information: Elf’s housewarming party on Thursday went down as actually one of the highlights of the whole weekend. While I was surrounded by breeders, this fag actually took it in stride and had a good time even when I wasn’t following my favorite trap around like a lost puppy.

Happy Pride to you all whenever your area celebrates such. And honestly, be proud year round!

Last night was the beginning of a long weekend for your faithful webmaster.

Friday night I spent at Heretic as per usual. The beats were okay, but I wasn’t so much in the mood for dancing. I’ve been in the mood for sex. But I didn’t quite manage that either. I did sell the remaining 2 copies of “Later, Skater” bringing my total sold to 16 in person and 7 online: 23 copies so far in all. That’s a great start but I want more! Go check it out and see if a copy wouldn’t fit nicely on your bookshelf.

Shinji was also there. We seem to have a odd connection now where I don’t like him and hate how he’s mean to me and yet I still make out with him. Very strange. I wished we’d fuck. It’d probably be way hot.

Started Saturday off with a terrible hangover, but ironically it didn’t last long. That’s very good since this afternoon I have the Asian Express Pool Party with DJ Kaze. Following that is DJ Eddie Baez at Heretic. Last time he was there 900 people packed the house.

Not to be outdone with fun and sexiness, Sunday I’m going to visit Fang and Pirrip. They are the delicious artists you can see linked on the left hand side. Long time friends they are some of the most delicious boys I know. I’m looking forward to getting a closer look at some of their work, Korean BBQ, and breaking all of Fang’s rules of his new decked out room. (I’m kidding, dude. I’ll make sure to only use the bed for sleeping and sex.)

Thankfully I requested Monday off so I can recover what I hope to be a real memorable weekend. It’ll be made even more so if I can manage to get a little boyxboy goin’ on. I swear.

Shinji is a proclaimed seme. And with his buzz hair cut, frayed ball caps, and cologne I could have predicted such. The topic came up when Kaze, Tatsuo, Shinji and myself were all at WETbar on Saturday night. Enjoying the open bar up in the SKYbar lounge part of the sprawling nightclub, Shinji said he was seme. When I tried to capture more kisses, he tried but ultimately failed to slip away. “A lot of fire in this one,” I exclaimed happily.

“There’s going to be a lot of butting heads.” Kaze explained.

But I can take it. I was turned uke before when I dated Ashley for over three years. And quite honestly, I actually don’t mind the role at all. Kind of crave the feelings of comfort and security. That is after being held down and buttraped. I’ll certainly need to regain my abilities in taking such though since it’s been over two years since I’ve been on the receiving end of a hot beef injection.

But back to Shinji and the night at WETbar. Yes, the same WETbar I was so angry at for kicking me off the shuttle at 3am because they decided to stop running it for the night. Well, it was better this time, thankfully, and Shinji really did like the space. It’s beautiful with many levels, the upstairs patio, and outside gardens.

We danced a bit, though never on the actual dance floor (packed due to DJ Tracy Young.) We kissed a bit, though it wasn’t nearly enough for me (probably due to his bashfulness being around my friends.) And we made it pretty well stated that something is starting to go on between us.

I know we need to do something outside of the nightlife soon. Going to Speed Racer was mentioned but that’s not until May, so something before then. Something that hopefully grants me more time with Shinji who may have only been joking when he said he was dumping me as his boyfriend. It was exclaimed to Kaze when he was telling us that my directions were bad since exit 250 was closed. Oops! But hey, did he say boyfriend?

I’m pretty sure I would label it as “dating” at this point if I was told I had to give it some sort of classification. After all, we only somewhat know each other and are only at first base. Hehehe. Still, I’ll take it. Because like I said to Kaze while the two semes (Tatsuo and Shinji) were wandering around while we were outside chatting, “Not to put too much emphasis on everything, but if this IS something, it is what I’ve been kind of training the last several years for: A Japanese boyfriend.”

The Crystal Method roared into WETbar’s DJ booth and took the mostly rolling and mixed-sexual orientation crowd by storm. With a hard trance ferocity, they rocked their set without giving the people gathered much time to collect their breath. While they only played 3 of their own songs (that I could recognize through the heavy layering and improved remixing), I don’t think anyone went home disappointed.

Well, except one guy that I was with.

He is older, has shoulder length long hair, and is best described as looking like a rock musician — except he actually installs audio/visual equipment for business and residence.

I’d seen him a long time ago at Heretic, but he’d been going mostly to Blake’s and WETbar lately and they had been treating him quite well after he installed some new equipment for them.

So this got us into VIP which as I think I’ve stated before really isn’t all that amazing. But I guess it’s just the allure of something the great unwashed can’t get into that makes it all so much better, right?

So anyway, this guy, he’s hot, handsome, really into me. Too much into me, actually and that becomes off putting. I let him know rather quickly that his aggressiveness is too much for me. I try to go more on the attack with little success. And though I had a moderately good time making out with him and bumping uglies on the dance floor to what should be Barack Obama’s theme song for the younger set (Keep Hope Alive), I just couldn’t go home with him.

I turned him down.

Maybe in the end that my way of finally overpowering an extremely dominate seme. But I started to think about how it wasn’t going to work out anyway. While I can please some as uke, I’m not especially good at the role in the bed. While it’s always great to do things out your ordinary comfort zone, I didn’t think it would lead to anything really all that pleasant. At least not for me.

And you know NOT going home with him STILL was quite unpleasant as WETbar and Blake’s shuttle stopped running after I was to be the only one needing to ride it back to my car. They actually told me to get back off the bus, they were shutting it down. I complained. I knocked on the closed WETbar door and complained some more to the bartender who opened it. And after walking the 8 blocks back to my car at 3:30 in the morning, after driving back home, I pulled up their website to complain to them some more. They’re the assholes that should have been fucked last night.

It seriously makes me reconsider going to see Hybrid in 2 weeks and Deep Dish in 4.
VIP… ha! The Heretic wouldn’t have treated me that way.

Last weekend, it was Sherwin. A boy who was one of the last ones I’ve dated locally. He came on kinda strong but didn’t seem to want to take it any further. And he ignored my calls this past week to see if we could get together. After all, if we’re both lonesome, and we know what we’re good at… It’s too bad he seems to have been playing Useless Ukes Games™.

This weekend, it was Ashley. Well, okay, no he didn’t come on strong and we didn’t do anything! But seeing my most important ex always has the ability to made me either quite delighted or absolutely miserable depending really on how I’m feeling at the time.

Oh, and there was also Raver J. Well he IS always the hottest thing ever. And quite easily accessible a majority of the time. Just as long as he hasn’t got his glowing lights set on someone else before you get a chance. We had a very good time Friday night and I was reminded that I *DO* know what I’m doing with a boy when I finally get around to it.

So that’s how things have been going there.

The writer’s strike may be over in Hollywood, but I’m still seeing quite a few reruns if you know what I mean. Not that that is such a terrible thing. I mean if the boy is good, why not give it another look-see?

New Years Eve is one of the only nights of the year where the non-professional party people try to have a good time. I’m all for sharing the love (and the dance floor) with them, but some of you bitches need to know when to say when about three cocktails before you fall into me. And I’m talking about actual girls. Seriously! You’re coming into our gay nightclubs, all fine and well, but don’t make complete asses of yourself. You’re pissing me off!

On a more positive note: Kaze and Tatsuo’s hospitality was so wonderful. I felt very loved while spending our third New Years Eve together as friends. I ventured to their home, which is very lovely. We watched part of the Japan 4 hour annual New Years Eve concert. Tat gave me more Japanese candy! Yum yum yum.

WETbar is where pretty much all of the girls taking spills with their drinks in hand took place. But it was also where we rung in the actual New Year. Who would have thought this time last year Britney Spears would have had made such a disgraceful fall only to be reclaimed as a diva the pretty boys all love singing and dancing to?

I didn’t win any of the cash money drop, but then again, I wasn’t really trying. And I wasn’t dancing so much either. This was because there really wasn’t much space to do anything other than perhaps survey the carnage.

A jaunt over to The Body Shop afterwards was filled with ALOT more fun than usual. While I’ve discussed at length how the after-hours club has simply not lived up to any expectations, last night they really put on a barn burner. Sure, it was mostly filled with the sketchiest of the bunch (partly because another after-hours party at Center Stage was shut down by the po-po), but it was the most fun I’d had there in a while. And perhaps for the first time, The Body Shop felt like a real club.

Today I’ve spent mostly resting. It was a really long final day of 2007, but I’m glad to say that I survived a particularly troublesome year.

I’ve also been slowly chipping away at editing down my winning entry for NaNoWriMo written back in November. It’s a novel called “Later, Skater” and I’m really fond of it. Editing isn’t a easy chore to say the least, but I really feel good about this project and hope it will be successful.

Glad to have each and every one of you to start off this new year. 2008 could end up being one of the most dramatic in the world we live in, but one thing will remain constant: Pixiesticks.org will still stand tall as one of the best places for yaoi and shota.

So stick around and Happy New Year.

DJ Gomi was spinning to a mostly empty WETbar last night. There were light crowd all over due to the traveling before the holiday. But even the rain couldn’t dampen the fun I had hanging out with an overly chatty DJ Kaze and Tatsuo. They truly are some of the best friends I only get to see in the nightlife.

Except on New Years Eve this may change.

For the first time, I believe I’m going to be going to their house earlier in the evening in preperation for a club going oddessy that I have never attempted before in my life. 12 straight, or rather, not so straight, hours of party! WETbar 10pm-3am, Bodyshop 3am-7am, Heretic 7am-noon. Can we do it? Is it insane? The likely answers are yes and yes.

But back to Gomi. The extremely attractive DJ who got his roots basically from Junior Vasquez wasn’t the powerhouse that I thought he was going to be. Of course, a DJ typically needs to feed off what the crowd gives them and well all I could manage was to melt into a pile of transfixed goo looking up at the cutie in the booth.

So after trying to pull pixiesticks.org out from the ashes the last three days, when I finally got the site running the way it’s supposed to, I went out to reward myself with alcohol. Hey, I got my priorities people. I wanted booze and boys and in that order.

Heretic was moderately quiet likely due to both the holidays, I Am Legend being all legendary and shit, and it had rained all day. Thankfully Kaze and Tatsuo were there along with a lot of their aZn friends whom are delicious but sadly not desiring the pixie. That’s one of the problems with being in a community for so long. Everyone already knows you and has made up their mind about you.

Still, it was quite fun and I enjoyed talking with Kaze, flirting with Tatsuo and Raver J who is a Chinese boy who just can’t seem to keep his clothes on. Seriously, he’s running around the place shirtless, his tall lanky body all proudly on display, and his athletic pants all slipping off his waistline. He has such a delicate delicious ass too. And you know the front part is quite nice too, if interestingly a bit like him overall — long and skinny.

When the lights came on, a guy visiting from Europe was asking for directions to The Body Shop. I told him that I could drive him if he wanted. I was angling for some cash or maybe some sex you know? I drove him up there and instead he paid for my way into the place. Gah! I could have likely gotten in free anyway considering I used to work there and still on occasion work at Heretic, but anyway. It was cool and I was glad to have had another hour or so dancing and listening to DJ Yoshi Bear who is quite good.

It was a very nice night out. A great reward for all the difficulties I’d been going through with work and then the site falling all over itself like sumo wrestlers in a vat of Crisco.

Kaze sadly didn’t draw any more people than any other DJ has at The Body Shop in the last few months. But that doesn’t mean a good time wasn’t had. There were prolly a few more than a dozen or so revelers and thanks to his style of beats, prodominately stayed on the dance floor rather than lounging around elsewhere.

Elf and Colin joined me and it was a very fun time. I do have a bit of a hangover, because I somehow managed to put away lots of drinks. Even Elf got more than a bit tipsy with the Key Lime Pie doubleshot. Sooo tasty but sooo dangerous.

What was very different about this outing was how I feel now. I don’t really feel that sense of pain of not having like I normally do after I spend some time with Elf. I’m not quite sure why, but I’m more than happy to not be so goth damned depressed about him.

* I saw Fred Claus and Lust, Caution yesterday and really liked both. That’s kind of funny since Fred Claus is a slap-dash holiday comedy and Lust, Caution is a very serious buisness stoy from Ang Lee about infiltrating the bed of the enemy.

* Tonight is WETbar’s 2nd Year Anniversary. I’ll be going with Tatsuo. Tony Moran is the DJ so it should be hueg like X-BOX. I may go to Body Shop afterwards and enjoy hearing DJ Yoshi Bear since maybe that’ll bring more gaysians out. Yeah. I just wrote that.

* Wrote two times the NaNo today since I skipped yesterday. It’s going very very well.

* Yaoi post either tomorrow or Monday. Probably Monday.

Well my first night working at The Body Shop and I think I’m going to like it very much. Working from 2am until 8am wasn’t the horribleness that I thought it’d be. Though a more proper nap before hand is definately going to be in order.

Especially if they really start advertising the night and bring in more folks. I think if they were about 3 times busier than they were last night, then I’d be much happier about it. While I loved getting paid 40 bucks for sitting around listening to dance music, it would be nicer to have something to actually do.

I just got a call from Allan who is the manager over at The Heretic, a gay nightclub here in Atlanta that I’m extremely loyal to. He called and offered me a job over at The Body Shop, a gay after hours nightclub here in Atlanta that I’ve been kind of indifferent about.

I’ll be working the door, taking the monies, stamping the boys, and checking off any people on the guest list. Then after close, I’ll be cleaning up.

The job is Friday (really Saturday) 2am until 8am. 8 bucks an hour. So not quite 50 bucks extra for me a week.

Of course, the real benefit is that I’ll be getting my foot in the Ye Old Door™. He’s already mentioned that if things go well, he’ll cross-train me into other areas which could lead to my being employed at Heretic which was the original goal.

Regardless, I think I’m really going to enjoy this. I’m very excited even though it seems on the surface a small thing. It could be a catalystic change to my life which is sorely needed I think right now.

TEHRAN (Reuters) – Iranian police detained more than 200 people and seized alcohol and drugs in a raid on a “satanic” underground rock concert, media in the conservative Islamic state reported on Saturday.

Iran, which has launched an annual summer crackdown on “immoral behavior”, bans alcohol, narcotics and parties with unrelated men and women dancing, drinking and mixing. Western popular music is frowned upon.

The police operation took place on Wednesday night in the town of Karaj near the capital Tehran, at an event with local disc jockeys, rock and rap groups performing, the media said.

“Most of those arrested are wealthy young people … who came to this party with the goal of attending a provocative, satanic concert,” daily Tehran-e Emrouz quoted a senior police official, Reza Zarei, as saying.

Karaj’s public prosecutor, Ali Farhadi, said invitations had been sent out via the Internet and that people from Britain and Sweden were among those held. Zarei suggested they were expatriate Iranians visiting the country.

Farhadi said 150 bottles of alcoholic drinks, 800 “obscene” CDs and different kinds of drugs had been confiscated by police, as well as “inappropriate” dresses that those behind the event were giving to female guests as gifts.

“Some 230 people who attended a rock party in Karaj were identified and arrested,” Farhadi said on the Web site of Iran’s state broadcaster.

He said 20 video cameras had also been seized and that the organizers had planned to blackmail girls after filming “inappropriate and obscene” videos of them.

Under sharia, Islamic law, imposed after Iran’s 1979 revolution, women are obliged to cover their hair and wear long, loose clothing to disguise their figures and protect their modesty. Violators can receive lashes, fines or imprisonment.

1. Even if I wait a day or so, I can’t even possibly out-cum pixiesticks.org fanboy Paul. Christ, you know you could put an eye out with that stuff? Do animators from Japan come stay with you to get ideas on how to make their scenes so squishy?

2. Churches are killing Gay Pride Parades. I think it’s really awesome that you churches are open and accepting. But when there are that many of you, a part of me thinks you’re seripticiously just trying to sneak in and destroy us from the inside. So be open and accepting like what Jesus would do, but stop marching in the parade. You’re making the drag queens nervous and taking away the attention from the important issues that are covered during the parade like HIV, Transgender equality, YouthPride, and so many more…

3. The Stanton Island Ferry is free and the best touristy thing you can possibly do. You’ll get a great sweeping view of the city, the Statue of Liberty, and all that. Plus you’ll wanna do it again right away, since there isn’t much to enjoy on the island. Oppositely, Times Square sucks cocks.

4. The Web, a gay Asian nightclub, is simply heaven on earth for someone like me. I got there around 9 to make sure to capture at least two of the “two for one happy hour” drink specials. And it just slowly but surely started filling up more and more and more with happy go lucky Asian boys. So fucking hot. So mercilessly fucking hot. In fact, to return after having a smoke break took twenty minutes due to the completely packing in of hot Asian boys. And they were so friendly. Not stuck up or anything. Maybe it’s because I was in a major major minority. I’d say only 3% or so of the crowd were white.

5. The art of bartering is still alive and well. I was wearing my 300 The Movie shirt to The Web, and one of the boys asked about it. I ended up trading it to him for some seriously delightful making out. Fortunately, he gave me his white tank top so I didn’t have to go home topless.

6. Take advantage of Go-Go Boys. I know this may seem like a DUH type situation, but I don’t really associate with Go-Go Boys on a regular basis. Heretic had some for a while, but RJ (another hot Asian boy) has moved on to other things and so the whole project dissolved. Back in The Web, I met up with one who had blond streaked hair, loved to braid mine, and he had such a young look and braces. I couldn’t believe he was even 18, he was so bishounen. So I definately tipped him quite a bit, but unlike Paul over at Porkys “Hot Mess” later in the week, I really didn’t sexually capitalize on the fact I was forking over money to a sweet thing who was working it for the money.

7. Drunk and blind (due to your glasses being in your pocket) is no way to leave a club at 4am. Especially if you miss your subway transfers and end up lost. Wandering the streets of Manhattan as the sun is starting to come up. It’s just not pretty.

8. Hail cab. Get inside. THEN tell them where you’re going. That way when you’re drunk and blind (due to your glasses being in your pocket) he’ll be forced to actually take you to your destination instead of just muttering sorry and driving off.

9. Chinatown is fucking awesome. While there was the obligatory Pocky purchases, there isn’t that much fake-like about this little piece of Manhattan. I thought it’d be trying to cater to the tourists just like so much of the city, but no no, it was authentic for the most part. It’s also where I’d like to live if I ever moved to NYC.

10. However, since I was just visiting, after several days, it was definately time to come home. I love New York City. I could become a New York City boy, even with my wide-eyed youthful additude — they couldn’t make a cynic out of me!! — but going away from Atlanta for a while always makes me return with a big smile. Because Atlanta is my home and I love it first.

It was another weekend this weekend.

Not to belittle my friends Kevin and Tatsuo who are really really awesome, especially such that they gave me a lift from Heretic to WETbar last night, but, well, it was merely another regular ol’ weekend this weekend.

The only differences were that I did write up a first draft of a short film that Colin wants to film. I’ll will keep you all updated on that, of course.

Oh and it seems that Elf has pretty much abandoned me.

I met a boy last Friday at the Heretic. I didn’t write about the encounter like I normally would. I think the reasons for that are more clear today, nearly a week after meeting him. See, he’s 21, quite uke, delicious “scene” hair and fashion and body without the attitude/annoyance. We had a lot in common such as yaoi, music and movies, and completely random but interwoven comments.

Oh, and we actually talked in between heavy snogging. Our chemistry was really good, both on the dance floor and off. To bystanders, it may have looked like we were already involved boyfriends.

But we didn’t sleep together. Not that night. Nor the next evening. Of course, he actually canned our plans to see each other that next evening due to the rain. And it was raining. I know, because I was already at the nightclub when he canceled. *rolls eyes* (At least DJ Kaze and his long time partner Tatsuo was there.)

So a week has gone by, and I gave him another call. I said that I wished I could see him at Jungle on Saturday night. Last week he mentioned he was going to be there with his friends. But I won’t be going. Jungle is going to be too packed and too expensive for my tastes, promise of boy booty or not. Superstar DJ Tony Moran is going to be there with the 5th Annual Queer As Folk Babylon Tour. Even though the show is over, the party continues on.

I got the voice mail. You know, the bane of cell phone existence. They can be easily ignored, they eat up your minutes with all their chatter before you get to the beep, and really make you feel bad that you didn’t get the actual person you dialed.

So, what will happen next and why should a seme like me care anyway? Well, believe it or not, I *am* a sensitive seme. Especially after being plied with sensuality. Personally, I see three possible outcomes:

1. I’ll probably get a text message back saying something like, “yeah too bad, maybe we’ll see each other some time soon.” This is how he canceled seeing me the day after we first met and made that plan last week. So, it won’t really mean much considering it doesn’t have a voice to back up the thought.

2. I may get no response at all. That’ll really reinforce my thought that the night was more of an intoxicated experience for the boy I’d met. It means I was a convenient person to share a bit of boy/boy fantasy with when it was desired at the time.

3. Or maybe, just maybe, this time, this will be the boy that will call me back and give me some earnest hope that we actually will get to spend time with one another again. And even better, maybe we’d work out exactly when that would happen during that call.

I hate to be pessimistic. Especially after feeling so reassured of why I go out, and why I do really like boys last weekend. But, I just don’t see the last of the three things happening.

It was very fleeting, no doubt, but tonight as I was outside on the patio of The Heretic here in Atlanta, there was indeed snow flurries wisping about.

More than 4,000 clubbers danced through the rush hour at Victoria station in Britain’s biggest flash mob stunt.

Revellers responded to e-bulletins urging them to “dance like you’ve never danced before” at 6.53pm.

There were knowing looks and giggles among the casually dressed crowd that gathered from 6.30pm, wearing earphones.

A deafening 10-second countdown startled station staff and commuters before the concourse erupted in whoops and cheers. MP3 players and iPods emerged and the crowd danced wildly to their soundtracks in silence – for two hours.

University of London student Lucy Dent, 20, was among the flash mobbers. She said: “It was my first flash mob and I’m hooked. I’ve been dancing non-stop since we began.

“I didn’t even notice the commuters. When you get into the dancing you’re oblivious to them and forget you’re at a railway station.”

Chris Gale, 39, brought his daughter Sophia, three, and son Jacob, six. Mr Gale, a property entrepreneur from Bromley, said: “The children were a bit bewildered at first but then had fantastic fun. Some of the commuters are only interested in their trains and had to weave round us to the platforms. But most of them stood and stared, finding it hugely entertaining – and some even joined in.

“I saw the straightest looking guy in a suit with his briefcase doing the freakiest dance moves.”

Last night’s flash mob ended when four vanloads of police dispersed the dancers. The event was staged by clubbing website mobileclubbing.com. Invitation emails and texts went out a week in advance.

One commuter failed to see the funny side: “I was trying to get my train home but the whole concourse was filled with students dancing and I couldn’t get through. The last thing I wanted after a hard day at work was to miss my train because of the idiots.”

Flash mobs, groups of people brought together via the internet who perform a bizarre act together before disappearing, took off in America in 2003.

It was a strange night tonight. Elf has lost his ID again, so there wasn’t a CyberRaver to be enjoyed. I had a few drinks at Heretic and then at Blakes and saw a few old faces. No really, some of these bitches are starting to look old.

I then went to Elf’s and watched Taboo. It’s a pretty lame-brain gay samurai movie that is about as creative as most doujinshis.

While there, I related to him how I had recently watched Transamerica. It’s a movie he actually liked, surprisingly. Elf said that it felt like a real portrayal and that was important. I tended to agree. It also let me tell him that I was sorry for not always seeing how difficult things were from his perspective.

So that was good.

I also disposed of the gift from the shady character from earlier in the week. I took a little bite out of it, just for my own amusement. Not really so much effect, maybe a bit speedy which means I definately did the right thing by not doing it.

As I’ve mentioned before, I’m pretty sure I’m tired of alot of this stuff for the time being.

Last night I not only got the free ride to WETbar, but also met someone on the shuttle that got me into the venue and VIP for free. I so don’t belong in that section though, what with my shota shorts, dragon t-shirt, and two color hair. But, heck if Sanjaya is gonna be our next American Idol, who knows what can happen in this world.

I also got a few free drinks, free cigs from Camel, and a -ahem- free um, well, gift from an certain shady character that wasn’t involving sex. Don’t worry though, loves, I didn’t use such item.

I do want to meet him again. He and his friend are going to be at CyberRaver which is Friday night. I’ll be there with Elf, who won us free tix off the radio.

Free is good.

DJ John Digweed was outstanding too, btw. He even gave us applause at the end of his set. What a nice bloke!

Armin Van Buuren was lame!

It was 30 frickin’ dollars. I wished I could have heard him outside the club before deciding to plunk down so much money to hear how boring his set was going to be. I’m a fan of no-vocal trance, but to not have any vocals almost all night when your top rated song is “Shivers” which is very vocal? Oh, and he didn’t play that song either.

And worse, the music he did play was so so boring. It lacked any umph, did very little building to climaxes… (That’s what SHE said!) and was just so dry and dull.

The only good parts about the night was Joel the SKYbar bartender who makes a mean anything. I’m still feeling drunk.

And some boys dressed as girls (It’s a TRAP!) selling girl scout cookies. Which, Joel used a few to make shots. In-fucking-sane!

Tonight at WETbar liquified presents Armin Van Buuren not Armand as often misspelled. While I’m sure he’s likely a fan of the young hot vampire as much as the next guy, I wanted to make sure to get the name right.

I’m looking forward to the show. Hoping it’ll be just a smidge less crowded than Oakenfold from last week though. I need space to daaaance.