Serendipity!

One time… In 1853 in Saratoga New York,

a bitchy queen by the name of Cornelius Vanderbilt repeatedly refused to eat the French fries that came with his meal, bitching that they were cut to too thick, were too soggy, and full of grease.
He kept sending the fries back to the kitchen where the chef George Crum repeatedly tried to cut thinner fries (and probably spit on them) only to have them sent back again.

Finally, Chef George Crum decided he would fix this queens bitchy attitude by slicing the potatoes so paper thin and frying them really crispy in the grease. Initially Vanderbilt bitched that they were too thin now to eat them with a fork, but upon having a few, realized that they were delicious. Instantly they became a hit and everybody in the place wanted a serving, and before long, the whole world wanted some. Serendipity: the invention of potato chips.

Sometimes, the best things are discovered serendipitously. Several things happened to me this way in this past week. For instance...

The world is mourning the loss of the King of Pop Michael Jackson.

He passed away on June 25, 2009 at 2:26 pm. I was at work when a bunch of media buyers started stirring as the reports of his death came over to us on TMZ only 7 minutes after it happened.

Call him what you want, a freak, a child molester, a star, a tortured soul--whatever you want, but you cannot deny that he was a musical genius who changed the face of entertainment. Most of us can think of a different Michael Jackson song (and nose) for every momentous occasion in our own lives.

I was going home on June 27 from a dance gig, when the subway trains in NYC went awry. What should have taken me 15 minutes to get home from Harlem’s 125th street had already taken me 45 minutes, and I was still at 125th Street! I called Herbert (He usually has a good sense of direction) who guided me further into Harlem’s east side by mistake. I was trying to get to another train line. I headed west in hopes of finding the D Train.

SERENDIPITY! I came across the famous Apollo Theatre where a celebration of Michael Jackson’s Life was taking place.
Up on the marquis were the words: In memory of Michael Jackson a true Apollo legend. Below the marquis, were thousands of people laughing, crying, and mourning the loss of the musical genius.

The whole block was lined with people of all ages, singing and exchanging his music, --signing the walls to express their love for this man. It was overwhelming and amazing.
I couldn’t help but to wipe a tear away from my own eyes. I am glad that I happened on to this celebration of life. I never even thought to go down to the Apollo to be a part of this, and here I was being a part of history.

The next morning when I got out of bed, I immediately fell over in pain. My right heel hurt. 2 weeks prior, my doctor told me that I needed to stay off of it for 10 months. No dance gigs. The dance gig I did the day before (against doctors orders) must have done more damage. I had the NYC Gay Pride Parade today. I was supposed to march with the New York City Flaggers alongside the S.W.I.S.H. float! What was I going to do?


2 hours later, some ice and an anti-inflammatory, a slight limp, and I was on my way to the parade. When I got to the parade SERENDIPITY!—because of my injury I was allowed to ride on the S.W.I.S.H. float rather than walk the pavement.

But wait. SERENDIPITY again! But who should be walking by and stopping to look at our float but Gay Porn King himself Michael Lucas and one of his hotties. I quickly jumped off the float and posed for a picture—this was one hot manwich!



Not even one week later,
having gotten the Friday off for the 4th of July holiday, Herbert and I decided to venture out for a Thursday night on the town.
The city was dead. Most of the gay boys had headed to either Fire Island or P-Town. Every bar was dead except one: Splash. But it was college night and sure to be full of twinks. Ugh! I like my men manly, muscular and hairy NOT boyish and hairless.

Just as I was about to call it a night, Herbert noticed one of the twink go-go boys. “I think that’s the boy from the Beyonce viral video for Put a Ring on It” he said.

SERENDIPITY!
(okay, not really but yes really), suddenly the song came on and sure enough, Shane Mercado began doing the choreography that made him famous across the world on YouTube as the skinny boy in underwear and a nipple shirt, prancing around like a girl in his dorm room.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0Rjc7HSt0E


2 days later, I was helping my friend Pedro scope out new places to live since his current nutcase roommate tried to commit suicide yet again.
We had taken the dreaded G train (the only subway that doesn’t go to Manhattan) to places such as Clinton Hill and Bedsty in Brooklyn. Scary!

We later found ourselves in Woodside, Queens. A nice cute neighborhood at Rita Brady Square and 61st Street. SERENDIPITY! A street fair! It was way past lunchtime and we had not had breakfast either.
SERENDIPITY again!
A booth that said Dollar burgers! And I’m not talking about crappy thin burgers, these burgers were better than McDonald’s, fire grilled and flavored in Garlic, Bacon, BBQ, or Ranch. Why had I not seen this booth at any other street fair in NYC before? Because the booth was sitting in front of a butcher shop.
Ottomanelli’s Butcher shop had decided to throw up a booth for the day. The burgers were Delicious!! And only $1 dollar each! Who could complain?



SERENDIPITY yet again!
The apartment in this neighborhood was just the right size, price, and in a great neighborhood. My friend will take it! We head back to the train. SERENDIPITY yet one more time! Fried Oreos!
I had heard of fried Twinkies (NOT twinks), on the food network, where sugary treats like Twinkies and Snickers bars were battered and deep fried. The hot oil changes the composition and flavors of the treats making it into a different treat altogether. I had never tried any of them, but now was my opportunity.


I watched the man batter and deep fry six Oreos. He then dusted them with powdered sugar. I bite into one. The insides are warm and gooey, almost like caramel except not caramel and still Oreo tasting. I end up eating 5 out of the six, Pedro having only 1.



Sometimes, the best experiences come from the things that we don’t plan. Sometimes we need to just wake up, leave the house, and see where life takes us.

My mother claims that she had her tubes tied after my brother was born so I was an unplanned pregnancy. Like I said....the best things in life are sometimes unplanned.

For Real! Seriously!

Adults Only!: Folsom Street East

***The following blog is intended for mature audiences only***

***It contains pictures of nudity and adult language. If you are under the age of 18 please shut your bowser now***


One time… In Atlanta, this older couple that I barely knew at the time, Ed and Brian-- came up to me on my birthday in the night club where I was a club kid, and gave me a box. I opened it to find a pair of expensive black leather pants. They were made of REAL leather. I was so excited! They asked me to try them on and they fit like a glove. I couldn’t believe they got the size exactly right without asking me my size, or measuring me. Or maybe they did measure me somehow whenever they would cop a feel of my ass as I walked by. I asked them how they knew my size and why me.

“We saw them, knew it was your birthday, and we thought your ass would look good in them. We just guessed at the size” they said.

I decided to wear them the next night to the “fetish” club called the Chamber.
I wouldn’t say it was a hardcore fetish club, because it had become trendy for everyone (guys and girls, weirdoes and preppies) to go and watch the fetish shows. There was a guy in the show (that I knew) who was getting whipped that night. After the show, I asked Carlos “Do you like getting whipped?”

“Not really” he replied.

“Then why do you do it?” I asked.

“Because it pays well and I have a high threshold for pain” he said.

Watching Carlos get whipped was hot!
I thought to myself-- maybe I’d like to get whipped and get paid for it too—not that I had a high threshold for pain, but simply that I might like it.

I never explored those options, nor did I really explore the world of leather. I am fascinated and turned on by it though. I consider myself sometimes submissive in bed, and don’t mind the occasional spanking,
slaps on the face, being spit on, or WS (Okay I know this is TMI for some of you!). I think it’s hot to be dominated by a really rough manly guy. Guys like those in the Tom of Finland artwork that portray gays to be tough and masculine-- real men.

Anyway, the really big leather festival in the United States takes place on Folsom Street in San Francisco. I have never been to it, but would like to go one day.
NYC has its own version of it called Folsom Street East. It takes place in the summer on 28th street in front of the Eagle (the gay leather club). I went last year and the eye candy was amazing. I knew I was going again this year.

This year Folsom Street East took place on Father’s Day. I decided what better way to celebrate than by spending the day looking for a hot leather daddy! There was a chance of rain, but I knew I had a really big umbrella!
The eye candy wasn’t as great this year, though I’d say that the people were much more daring. There were naked people outNabout everywhere!


Herbert, Ivan and I decided to find a nice spot,
sit, and people watch. The amount of diversity in things that turn people on is amazing. From guys who like being tied up as if being kidnapped by a spider, to guys who just like wearing ropes as clothes.
A lot of these guys were not that hot, but the thought of them just walking around in nothing but rope was somewhat erotic and quite a turn on- not that I’m ready to go naked in public with anything on but rope.




The atmosphere just oozed sex. There was a stilt walker who had no problems bending over to let a guy lick his ass.




Or how about the guy in shackles who found a dominant master and deiced to just go behind some scaffolding and let him tweak his nipples and make out.




Penises were flopping around everywhere! There were your average Joes walking around naked. Then there was your Latin guy, semi hard, uncut,
and flopping all over the place! HOT!! They were trying to recruit men for their nudist group.

And then there was the guy with the freakishly fat cock wrapped in towel.
I told Herbert “this is what happens when you use your penis pump (like Austin Powers) too much!” We watched a guy attempt to swallow it only getting the head in his mouth. Feeling a bit self-conscious, they headed behind one of the tents! Is this legal? Someone else commented “talk about pride, if I had a cock like that I’d show it off too!”




There were tons of people who despite the hot humid weather, still wore their latex/PVC outfits (the animals as they were called).
One of them was sweating so much, we watched a trickle of sweat leaking out of his pant leg… or was that sweat? Hmmm….



Who knew that ski gear could be so erotic?




Several girls walked around in fetish gear also, one asking another guy to whip her on her titties.
We watched and winced as we heard the whip crack as it slapped her boobs leaving what look like scratch marks that a Tiger would make. She loved it.

Even Sarah Palin was there walking around!




At last year’s Folsom event, I fell in love with a guy walking around in jeans and a harness. He was there again this year, and this time I spoke to him and asked if he didn’t mind posing for a picture. He is the epitome of hot! Perfect in every way… and NICE too! Why can’t I find a boyfriend like this? Why can’t I look like this? (I’d date myself!).




Since it was Fathers day, of course I found myself a daddy! Well actually I was too shy to ask him to be my daddy. I was too shy to even ask him for a picture. Herbert asked him for me! “Oh daddy, I’ve been really bad!”


A couple of celebrities showed up to the festivities. Famous gay porn director Chichi La Rue hosted the shows that were taking place on the main stage (mostly rock performers) and from Project Runway Jack Mackenroth (perhaps getting design ideas?).




At around 5PM it started to rain. Lucky I brought with me a big umbrella. Me and several friends with umbrellas, banded together, and just watch the naked gay boys scrambling for cover. It was rather funny actually.
What where they afraid of? Messing up their hair? ‘Cause they sure didn’t have to worry about getting their designer clothes wet.




Another funny thing was the table set up for Crystal Meth Anonymous. What is so anonymous about walking up to a table in the middle of a crowded fair to say you have a problem with crystal meth? (Crystal Meth is NO LAUGHING MATTER!)


The highlight of the whole day though, was watching this big burly tough guy get spanked. He was getting spanked hard and his ass cheeks where crimson. As he got smacked harder and harder, his dick got harder and harder.
It was hot watching this big tough guy get dominated like that. You could see the crowd adjusting themselves as it happened. When he was done spanking him, the dominant master sweetly kissed him and his wounds, to show that he loved him. It was all so hot! Even the hottie that I see every month at Habibi seemed to be enjoying the show.




After posing with Mr. Leather for some pictures, Herbert, Ivan, and I decided to grab some dinner in Chelsea.

Reflecting on the whole day of events, I realized that I’m not exactly sure to what extreme I would like my sexual limits pushed—though I do want them pushed. I don’t want to be beaten to a pulp or made to do things that I don’t want to do, or be degraded and treated like an animal. But I do know that I find a manly man, in control, knowing what he wants, extremely hot—especially if I can totally trust in him to let go, knowing that he won’t hurt me. I also think that NYC is great in the fact that so many diverse people can live together and celebrate their diversity with such a street fair.

I once wrote 25 random things about myself and mentioned "fetishes I did not care to discuss"... now you know....

So… with that being said… who wants to be my daddy?

For Real! Seriously!