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August 31, 2004
Singer and Superman!
Vanity has an article stating that Brain Singer, the director of the X-Men films, has just signed on to direct the Superman movie that's due out in 2006. This is the best news ever! Singer, who I thought captured the essence of the X-Men left Marvel and the pending X-3 flic to do Superman's much needed movie make over. I have complete faith in Singer's ability to make the man of steel the movie it should be. Now the script on the hand, has me a bit nervous. As a fan boy, I'd love to see another villian done beside Lex Luthor. I'm rooting for Brainic to be the major baddie in Sup's new film. Only time will tell.
Posted by roque at 10:39 AM | Comments (0)
The new family jewel...
I went from Queen to Prince in a matter of 1.2 seconds. Yup I did it. I have been crowned Prince, Albert that is. This may be too much information but hey, this site is dedicated to all things woofy, and a Prince Albert to me is woofy. I was expecting it to hurt.. alot, but surprsing enough, it wasn't. I didn't bleed, and that was noticed as weird to my crowner. She said that it's uncommon for a p.a. not to bleed. Cool, I thought. Day three and all is well. I was told not to "play" with it for few weeks. Right. Like that was gonna happen. Day two was as long as I lasted. It was N.I.C.E. It was a whole new sensation. Looks like things are gonna get a bit more intresting for me in the bedroom. Can't wait.
Posted by roque at 10:19 AM | Comments (3)
Sac Valley Bear Conclusion
O what a nite. It was such a blast! Me and Ben joined up for a bite to eat before heading to the Bolt. When we got there I noticed my ex's car in the parking lot. "This is gonna be fun" I thought to myself. We get inside and started drinking. I see the ex and the awkward moments start. He smiled, I did the same. I went over to give him a hug had a few exchange of words, then went back to Ben. O.K. I thought that was easy, until another ex walked in. "Am I a whore?" I thought to myself as I see the 2nd ex walking his way twards Ben and I. Again, we hugged, chatted, then he moved on. I needed another drink. Ben and I went outside to see what the stage was going to look like, and there was ex #1. Drunk. He asked to talk to me alone. I left my safety blanket (Ben) to go see what ex #1 had to say. "Friend or Foe?" he asked. "Huh?" I replied. "Should I go or should I stay?" He asked. "Are you having fun?" I asked? "Not yet" he answered. "Then you should stay till you know if your having fun" He smiled at me and hugged me again. I felt bad, we really didn't end on a good note, then again do you really end a relationship on anything good? I almost ran back to Ben, where we decided to get ready. The introductions where nice. Ben got a really nice welcome form the crowd. He did great. I did much better then the meet and greet the night before. Exotic wear was the best. Ben looked great in his Leather Daddy get up, while I went up as a leather Sherif. At the end of the reveal wear, we set out to sell raffle tickets. According to the announcer, the raffle tickets will decide the winner. All of my friends bought tickets from me. Doug, the current Sac Valley Bear, who was about to hand over his title that night was a bit grumpy with me for not having a helper, so he went and recruited Scott for me. Thanks to Scott, the selling went much faster. Finally after the selling of the raffle tickets the winners where announced. I don't have a picture of each winner for you folks to look at, but to me the most important winner was Ben. Ben won the title of Mr. Sacramento Valley Daddy! GO BEN!!! Bill the web master for the Sacramento Valley Bear web site should have a group photo of the winners updated soon. I of course didn't win a title, If you saw the competition, you'd see why. I didn't care about winning a title, I just wanted to have fun and raise money. I did both. Not to mention I feel I got bit closer to Ben while doing this contest. We've always had Scott with us every time we get together, Now I feel we have our own bond, "Friend" Now that's a title I'm proud of.
Posted by roque at 09:23 AM | Comments (0)
August 28, 2004
Sac Valley Bear Part 2
Last night was so bloody amazing! Ben and I got to meet the other 7 contestants and boy, are they hotties. It's gonna suck to be a judge for this contest but someone's gotta do it. Scott and Ben sold beer tickets at the door, so they got an advance peek at all the woofys that came into the Bolt. Scott looked so hot! He was wearing his camo pants with a black tank top. WOOF! After Scott and Ben's door duty, it was time to be greeted by the crowd. Ben was second to be introduced. When the announcer asked Ben to show his hair, the crowd went wild. I know Ben is hot but DAMN! He's the right kinda woof. I was second to last to go up and boy did I make an impression. When it came time to answer the question I was asked by the announcer, the little girl in me took over again. I've never sounded so queeny in my life! A bloody purse should've just flew out of my mouth, it was that bad. So I tried to redeam myself by clearing my voice and give the talking another try. What came out was a very gay sounding Barry White. I just could'nt win. The announcer also knew that and ended my time on stage rather quickly by having me expose my version of a hairy chest. After the meet and greet, Ben and I got together and sold a ton of raffle tickets! $1.00 for one ticket or $5.00 for a waist or inseam worth of tickets. Ben was the money man while I was Mr. Measure. You would think in a bear bar they would want to have their waists measured. Nope. I've never touched so many croutches in my life! It was fun. So now tonight we get to play dress up. I think I've come to a costume selection for the exotic wear. Any reason to wear a cowboy hat! Again, tonight, it's all about raising money for C.A.R.E.S.! YeeHaw!
Posted by roque at 06:17 AM | Comments (1)
August 27, 2004
Sac Valley Bear Part 1
So tonight is "meet the contestants" night at the Blot. It should be a blast, more so now that Bens' in the line up with me. I only know two other bears that are in the contest. I've been running around town picking up some last minute accessories. I have my "bear wear" all planned out. Simple jeans and my "woof" shirt. "Exotic wear" is another story. I'm torn between two ideas. This may have to be a flip of the coin type decision. Reveal wear? Ugh. I was told by my friend Ariana that I should be ashamed of my non-mexican skin tone. She made an appointment for me to get an emergency fake and bake procedure done. I've never been ok with walking around in public with just my underwear. Who wants to see big hairy "white" belly? Ok, some white hairy belly is kinda hot, just not mine. The best part about this whole experience? Raising money for C.A.R.E.S. No matter who wins tomorrow night, C.A.R.E.S. will end up the victor, as it should be.
Posted by roque at 06:50 AM | Comments (0)
August 25, 2004
This is not a news flash...
My hubby always gets the best stuff from his fellow bloggers
Here's another quiz result...
eXpressive: 7/10
Practical: 2/10
Physical: 8/10
Giver: 6/10
You are a XSYG--Expressive Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Sex Bomb.
You are sexy sex sex sex! The sexness! You are the sexiest, hottest and most charismatic of all types. You are a captivating speaker and a great dinner date -- relaxed, self-effacing, charming and generous. Your type probably has origins in something sad -- trying to keep the peace in a tough family situation, or an early heartbreak -- and you'll probably want to address and resolve that at some point, but in your relationships that heartache is pure gold!
You lie effortlessly -- not necessarily a bad thing. You can have problems with fidelity. You need frequent praise and validation, and in seeking it you can make decisions that aren't consistent with your general good judgment. In other words, don't cheat on your significant other just because someone is paying attention to you.
You strongly dislike conflict, and will avoid it. Like an XPYG, you give so much of yourself to your partner that you feel dismissed and unappreciated if you don't get the same in return. But you internalize your feelings more and have a hard time getting over them. You don't *want* to cheat -- you just keep finding yourself in vulnerable situations. But you'll stay with your partner in the long run from guilt and a desire to please.
Your sex life will always be hot. You are one of the rare people who can keep the fires of passion going forever -- if you find a good match. Find another XSYG and you will never need (or want) anyone else again.
Of the 3069 people who have taken this quiz, 12.3 % are this type.
Posted by roque at 01:42 PM | Comments (3)
BEN!!!
A woofy buddy of mine is now in the running for the Sac Valley Bear contest! Ben has my vote!!
Posted by roque at 11:13 AM | Comments (3)
Leather shopping in San Francisco...
Road Trip! Me and a few friends went to the city to buy some leather stuff for the Sacramento Valley Bear contest that's going on this weekend. Ariana, who loves leather; took me to this leather daddy meca, Image Leather on market. They had it all, leathers vests, harnesses, leather caps, the whole nine. I left there spending a little more than I wanted, but the end result should be fun. We took a good friend of mine Jon who's straight. I was worried that Image Leather might be too much for a guy to handle. He held his own pretty well, he even started looking for stuff for me to try on. We had a blast. The guy working the place was VERY friendly. Putting on my vest for me while rubbing my arms, putting his head on my shoulder as I was looking at a mirror. Jon said he was a fan of mine. He was cute by the way. We then played around Castro for a while, had lunch, played some more. It was good day. We plan on going back next Monday for a full day of fun, this time we take over Market!
Posted by roque at 10:34 AM | Comments (0)
August 22, 2004
Umm... ow...
So a few days ago I got my left nipple pierced. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it was going to. The gent who performed the nipple procedure was a nice guy. He said right before I laid myself on his table; "just remember to breath." I grabbed on the handles on his folding table, bracing myself for what ever pain I was about to endure. He used his clamp to pinch my nipple and raised it. I thought to myself "what the fuck am I doing? I dont even like looking at porn that has piercings let alone think about getting one...
Last week, a friend of mine told me it would be hot if I got a nipple piercing for the Sacramento Valley Bear contest. I thought, "well, why not." Yes folks, it's for pure show and tell... back to the story...
"O.K. all done" "that's it?" I said. "Yup" "Are you serious? I thought it was supposed to hurt?" Now it seems like I wanted it to hurt. "well, if it's done right it shouldn't hurt THAT bad" Mr. Painless went to his register and charged me $42.00. I wanted to get a 12 guage but all he had was 14. He said I might've passed out with an 8 guage. So the 14 guage was the size of choice. I get to go in and get a free 12 guage upgrade in two months.
Now, I wanna Prince Albert... I may have to be drunk to get that done. Cheers!
Posted by roque at 06:21 PM | Comments (1)
August 20, 2004
Seeing red...
Ever have one of those days where you just wanna be grumpy for no reason at all? Every little thing that someone dose all of a sudden just sets you off? Yeah, that's been my mood for the past week. Is it cause I'm 31? Is it because there's no drama in my life and I can't seem to function without it? Could it be that things are so bloody perfect that I don't wanna wait for the other shoe to drop? Who knows why we do what we do, or why we feel the way we feel, but according to my therapist (yes I have one, it's hard to be me) I'm supposed to know. Right.
Yesterday was the first time I just wanted to run away and hide under the covers. It was bad from the 3:00 a.m. shower (stubbing my toe on the door jam) to the 9:30 p.m. nighty night shower (Binki, my kitten scratched my door jam toe). The worst thing for a person to do is have a pitty party by themself, where all they do is fester and remember stuff that happend months ago.
I went to bed hopping to just fall asleep and forget the whole day ever happend, that is until my poor unsuspecting boyfriend asked if I was o.k. Pandora's Box flew open. I unloaded stuff on him that he had no idea was an issue with me. I guess I thought he had E.S.P. and he knew everything I was thinking or feeling for that matter. After it was all said and done, I felt even worse. I said things I wish I could take back and forget I said. All it did was make him feel bad for my issues. I pretended to sleep all the while looking across from the California King size bed to see the man I just put through the ringer. I cried. Why? Again, who blooby knows. I was supposed to fell better about our talk. I'm still waiting for it to happen.
I wanted to go to the city for the past few weeks to go do some Sac Valley Bear shopping. He was never in the mood, he wanted a "lazy weekend", until this weekend. A few of his friends are going to city just to hang out. He asked me if he could go, and I said "sure". My heart was crushed. Why did it bother me that he wanted to go to the city with his friends but not when I asked him? This is part where I start crying like a little girl. Eww, I hated feeling that way. Dose he not deserve to go out and have fun with his friends who are from out of town? Who the bloody hell am I to throw the catholic guilt? Ugh...
My head dr. said she was going to give the best perscription money can buy. I remined her I managed a restaurent, which would make me poor. She wrote out a perscription and handed it to me. All I could think of was mmm, zombie meds. I looked at the paper and it said "communication". I looked up at her and said "huh?". She smiled and said that communication will fix most of my problems. Right. Look where it got me.
I never want anyone to censor who they are or what they do, which in retrospect seems to be what I was bitching about to the other half last night. I've always said that two people should complement one another, not be defined by one or the other. I want my other half to do what he wants when he wants. I, in the meantime will put the focus back on my life and find what definds who I am. Who knows, maybe it's not to late to grow up, even at 31.
Posted by roque at 07:16 AM | Comments (2)
August 15, 2004
Hazards of the job...
So last night, my restaurant was invaided by cars that did not belong to my guests. My entire parking lot was full, and restaurant was almost empty. So I decided to have a tow-a-thon. I had all of my two tables I had in house tell me what kinda cars they had, and the rest where on out the parking lot door.
I was on a roll. I was up to 8 cars when this silver BMW 320 parked right under the "Your car will be towed at your expence" sign. He was all metro-sexual'ed out. Kinda cute, and I could tell he had this evil auora about him by the way he talking to his friend who was getting out of the car with him. I told him I was going to tow his car unless he moved it. "Do what you gotta do" he said and walked across the street where all the other evil car dropper offers where going. I dialed my tow truck campnay and his car was towed. It made me happy.
Two hours have passed, and he comes in asking for the "Asshole who towed my car?!?!" I thought to myself, well this will be fun. I went over to him and told him "well, I did what I had to do" He started to yell "I'm gonna kick your fat ass!" "Excuse me?!" I screamed. Now I'm pissed. "Fat ass?!? Do you know how much weight I lost you sorry excuse for a metro-sexual!" The look on his face told me he was going to get a tad bit louder. "I'm gonna kick your sorry ass now!!" He stumbles towards me by the cash register, I could smell the beer from his breath a mile away. "Let's take this outside!" I didn't my now 6 tables to feel icky because of a drunk dumb ass!. He slurs, "Who the hell do you think you are towing my car!" "I think I'm the guy who warned your ass I was towing cars as you ran across the street!" Folks were know lining up to see what was going to happen next. "I'm gonna fuck you up!" He yelled as he pushed my left shoulder. The it hit me, he realy was gonna hit me. I decided to take him up on his threat. "Go ahead, hit me! You see, I'll be on workers comp. and get to stay home while you go to jail and get to be someones' bitch! Go head!" The crowd was laughing and I couldn't help but smile myself. "You don't even know my name muther fucker" he said as he filled the air between us with his spit. "Hello! Dumbass! I had your car towed! They can find your information hrough D.M.V.!" I'm not sure what was going on inside his head, but he gave me a look of confusion. "I'm gonna wait for you to get off muther fucker!" Again, he said while spitting.
He did what said and waited. I called the cops who showed up rather quickly. God was he cute! I almost wanted to do a crime just so I could get searched. "what's the problem" sexy cop said to me. I pointed to the drunk BMW boy and said "He's my problem! and him to! Pointing to his friend. "Hey leave me out of this" "Riiight, your just waiting here for you health right?" I growled back. At this point drunk dumbass started to walk away. "Do you wanna press charges?" Woofy police-guy said. I wanted to press something, but it wasn't charges. No, but if the restaurant get broken into or any damage happens, he should be the first suspect. I had to call the tow truck company to get drunk dumbass's info and give it to my future ex-husband. He gave me a hand shake, I sighed, he left, I smiled. It was a good night after all. Mmmm touching a yummy police officer. Now I had a fantasy for my next self satisfaction session.
Posted by roque at 09:41 PM | Comments (4)
August 14, 2004
Two weeks and counting...
So in two weeks the Mr. Sacramento Valley Bear compitition will be judged, and I haven't a thing to wear. There are three portions to the compitition. There is "Bear Wear", jeans and t-shirt (I got that covered). "Fantasy Wear", leather anything, harness, etc... and "Revealing Wear", pretty much boxers or briefs. I also have revealing wear down, so all that's left is "fantasy wear". Do I have the balls (no pun) to wear my leather pants with an opened vest? I was thinking about an S&M cowboy sheriff costume. Any sugguestions?
Posted by roque at 09:26 PM | Comments (0)
Family wow overload...
So I had the baby shower today and I saw all sorts of family I haven't seen in years. The shower was a huge success. Now I'm gonna back track a few years and give out some free Roque history.
I'm gay. My sister hates my homo-ness. My Grandma and mother haven't spoken in almost 8 years because of my gay-ness. My brother, also of the gay (I swear I didn't get a toster for him) and I have not talked in almost four months because of his immaturity and also being a bad roomie. Kay, back to our story...
My sister and I are cutting up yummy garlic bread when she see's my wedding band and touches it. I get a cold chill. "So, what's he like?" she asks. "he's the best" I say with a huge grin on my face. "Are you happy?" she says looking down at the cutting board. "I've never been this happy" I decided to just ask the question I've always been affraid to ask. "So you guys should come over for dinner or something." My heart was racing like nascar awaiting to hear her responce. "Just say when" She then looked at me and smiled. We hugged for what felt like an hour. Both of us standing there crying over my spinach dip. My mom walks in and starts crying too. She heard everything. Wow #1
My gradma and aunt who I also haven't seen in years arrive. My mom and grandmother lock eyes, run to each other, hug, then the waterfall of tears started. Not a dry eye at the shower. I walk into the kitchen to collect my self plus shove a few pieces of garlic bread in my mouth when my shoulder is tapped. I turn to see my aunt who hugged me so tight I almost choked on my bread. She whispers in my ear "I am so proud of you. You look so good mejio (that's good boy in Spanish)" I lost almost 60 lbs since they last saw me. Then my grandma came in. My heart fell to the floor. I wasn't sure what kinda reation I was going to get from her. It's one thing to love your own daughter, but to love her gay son is one other story. She pushed my aunt away and took me in her arms... again, waterfalls. She tells she loves me and starts kissing me on my cheak repeatedly. Wow #2
My best friend Tara asks me to be her "boy" of honor at her wedding wow #3
My brother got me a 10' Wonder Woman action figure for my birthday. We still didn't say a word to each other, still it was a cool gift. Wow #4
This whole shower was emotionally draining, but in a good way...
Posted by roque at 03:54 PM | Comments (2)
August 13, 2004
So bloody true...
My Hubby had this quiz thingie on his website and I just couldn't help myself. Here'z what it had to say...
Posted by roque at 03:49 PM | Comments (2)
My baby shower hell...
So Tomorrow, my mom and I are throwing my sister's third baby shower.... bloody yeah... Don't get me wrong, I love my family and sometimes their offspring, but I can only handle so many grubby hands at one time. Their are going to be at least 15 yes 15 children at this shower, most of them under the age of 5... Nice. My mom is having me stay over her house tonight to baby proof the the place. Ugh. I gave a slight rolling of the eys when she said that, then she smacked me over the head with her "Star" magazine. "I swore you where the son of the devil!" my mom blasts. I know I want a little girl someday, I just hope I don't change my mind after tomorrow.
Posted by roque at 12:50 PM | Comments (0)
My Hero!!
I was trying to make my site a bit more pretty, instead I totaly destroyed it. I was hopping to fix it myself before Scott found out. To late. My husband e-mailed me wondering what happend to my site. He called me and got it up and running in a matter of 15 minutes. According to him, I messed up the HTML so bad that it looked like I was slapping the keyboard. Sorry honey! You saved the day! My Iron Man!
Posted by roque at 09:56 AM | Comments (5)
August 12, 2004
You're fired...
Yeah, Woofy naked guy? He's done. We worked out together two days in a row, and it was just sad. The first day we worked on free weights, which was cool because he was teaching me some cool exercises that I can already see a big difference in my arms and chest. In between the free weights, he would ask me; Dude, you think shes hot? I of course gave him the look of death and say; shes alright. Then he asked, Dude, whats wrong with you, you gay or something? I couldnt help myself. Uh, yeah, I love dick, makes me happy The look on his face was priceless. Oh sorry, I didnt mean anything bad by it or anything. I could tell he was starting to sweat a bit more, and it wasn’t because of the workout. It’s ok. Gay guys happen. He smiles and acts like nothing happened. When we were done, he asked if I was gonna shower, I smiled and said; Naw. I don’t shower at the gym, to many bad things happen from what I hear. Like what? Now he was looking kinda afraid. Sex in the bathroom I say confidently. No fucking way! he whispered loudly. Yup. He looked at me for a second and asked Have you… well… you know? Eww! I gasp. Hell no! Oh he sighed almost disappointedly. I thanked him for a good work out and told him I’d see him the next time I ran into him. The next day he was already on the treadmill behind these two J-Lo esque’ kinda girls. He sees me coming form the locker room and waves at me to join him. I did. Why? No bloody clue. He starts whispering, Hey, would you do her? I looked at him and said, Again, Im gay. Did you not read that memo? The girls look back at us because apparently, I was sorta loud. So there is not one girl that you’d fuck? I raised my eyebrow like ten inches from my forehead and I said, Is there a dude out there you would fuck? No dude, Im not gay. Shaking his head and looking away from me. Well Im not straight, I prefer dick to pussy any day. The girls in front of us leave. Again, me, kinda loud. Dude he says trying to calm me down. Look, Im gonna work on the stair master, Ill see you later Later he said in a bitter tone. On the way to the stair master, it hit me; he’s just Dumb. I think hes curious and that’s cool, but at least be consistent about your curiosity and stop being coy. If you want dick or you want it sucked, get it. But not from me.
Posted by roque at 10:51 AM | Comments (3)
It was only a matter of time...
Ok, I bet your thinking, for a guy who uses a lot of superhero pictures, shouldnt he be writing about comics? I have just been inspired to do so. I have been reading DC Comics's Idenity Crisis. Its a superhero murder mystery written by Brad Meltzer. Wow, this is an amazing story. Even if you dont read comics, pick it up and give it a look over, if you can find a copy. If not here is a preview from issue # 3 Identity Crisis 3 Preview. The story starts off with a steak out with two B level hero’s Elongated Man and Firehawk. They talk about how hard it is to have Elongated Mans identity public. At that same time, his wife is being murdered. She was pregnant. I’m not gonna give to much away other than the question as to why DC comics villains suck is answered, and boy has it caused a controversy. Brad, who’s only, wrote a hand full of comics for DC seems to have the characters down to a science. If you read one comic this year, it should be Identity Crisis!
Posted by roque at 09:41 AM | Comments (0)
August 10, 2004
Show off...
So last night I spent 2 hours at the gym. 1 hour of cardio and 1 hour of weight training. It was bloody amazing! If you read my "Wondering eye" entry, then you will remember woofy naked guy. He was at the gym last night looking hotter than last time I saw him. I was using the curl machine while he was doing leg lifts. I was really not checking him out like I did last time, and I think he kinda noticed. I was to involved with my new mini i-pod to even pay attention to him. He then came over to me and tapped me on my shoulder. He scared the bloody hell out of (I was bobbing my head to Deborah Cox so yeah, I was a tad bit embarrassed). I ripped off an ear piece and he asked if he could cut in when I was done. "Sure, I was done anyway" My arms felt like jello. He sits down where I was and raised the weight from 150 (don't laugh, it's been a while!) to 300 lbs. Eww. He just lost cute points for that. I was getting ready to roll my eyes and walk away when he said; "you have a nice chest" He just got bonus points. "Thank you" now I'm blushing. "Wanna do free weights with me tomorrow?" He asked "Umm sure" The little school girl in me took control of my voice. He smiled and said "1:00 sound cool to you?" "works for me" now coughing to get my manly voice back. As I was heading to men's locker room, I look back and he's checking out this girl on the treadmill with crazy bouncy boobs. Huh, here I thought he was the way of the gay. Funny thing is I never got his name. This should prove interesting.
Posted by roque at 04:12 PM | Comments (1)
August 09, 2004
My Mini!
For my Birthday, The best husband in the whole wide world got this for me.View image It rocks!!
Posted by roque at 03:34 PM | Comments (2)
So it begins...
Today starts the first day of my get my ass into shape work out schedule. I now have a little over two weeks to get ready to bear my hairy body to a bunch of judges who will decide who is the woofy of the woofest. Again Im doing this for fun, not for a title. I just want to look somewhat decent while I have my shirt off. This is also a great way to motivate me into getting back into shape. This past weekend, I felt I deserved all the carbohydrates I could inhale. I think I went bit overboard. So now I have to make up for my carbohydrate splurge and get back on that treadmill. The judges’ a-wait!
Posted by roque at 12:40 PM | Comments (3)
Stop the spinning!!
Well after almost sleeping the whole Sunday away, I’ve finally recuperated from Saturday’s festivities. Had breakfast with my mom and a good friend. Dinner at Hamburger Mary’s with my closest friends, then ended the night at the Mercantile where I was given 3 shots of tequila and three long island iced teas… all in less than two hours.
I remember going to Hot Rods and ordering food but not wanting to eat it because I knew I was going to be hugging the porcelain god at some point. I got home and headed straight to the bathroom were I spent the majority of the night. I did it. I survived my 31st birthday and remember 90% of it. It was an amazing day!
Posted by roque at 09:09 AM | Comments (0)
August 07, 2004
31...
So today marks my first day as a 31 year old. So far so good. Me and a few friends went to the bar last night to start the drinking portion of my birthday. I woke up this morning to have breakfast with my mother and I had a bit of a hang over. Yeah that was fun. "Hi mom, I have a hang over" Hehe. She didn't notice lucky for me. Well now we are heading off for dinner and more drinking. Cheers!
Posted by roque at 06:14 PM | Comments (2)
August 06, 2004
Love connection...
It's official. I'm totally, absolutely, crazy in love with my husband to be. We had a "connection" recently that made me feel things I've never felt before. I cant even explain these new feelings I have. I mean, I LOVE him thats not what Im saying, but now it's been amplified like 1000%. Now I cant wait to see him when Im not with him, I cant think about him without smiling. Wow, I think I just feel in love all over again. Nice.
Posted by roque at 06:21 PM | Comments (2)
August 05, 2004
So, the real question is...
What am I gonna wear? This weekend is my 31st year on this planet. Ive been dreading this day for the last year because it would mean that Im now in my 30s. But when I took a look back on the last 30, it's not so bad anymore. Do I want to relive my first heart break? My first awkward sexual experience? My first 3-way? My first drunken one night stand? Uhh no. Im glad that I went through what I did because I think it helped me be the guy I am today. I've accomplished so much in this last year alone that I'm kinda looking forward to settle down and start my life as an "adult". This weekend, My friend D.J. is gathering the Peach Pitt gang (thats a name given to us by my friend Edward) to get wasted and man watch! Since last year was so bloody amazing, Ive got great expectations about this one!
Posted by roque at 07:03 PM | Comments (0)
Here we go again...
So yesterday at the Sacramento Valley Bear meeting, I signed up (again) to be a contestant for the Mr. Sacramento Valley Bear compition. I had a blast last year, and I wanted to do it again this year to help raise more money for C.A.R.ES. I have a friend who is H.I.V. positive and I wanna make sure he'll be taken care of. So far another friend of mine "Aztecbear" seems to be the sure bet. (He looks yummy topless) I'm trying to talk another hot bear into doing the Mr. S.V.B. with me. (Ben... You would look so hot with a Sacramento Valley Bear leather vest on ya!) May the woofy-est bear win!
Posted by roque at 11:09 AM | Comments (0)
August 03, 2004
Ugh!... Work...
Work. We have to do it. We may not like it, but we still have to do it. I have been trying to quit my job for the last few months, and I thought I did it for sure this time... right. You see, with my new situation (wedding to plan) I thought it would be better to have a job that'll give me weekends off and paid holidays. With my current job, yeah, that was never gonna happen. I always felt left out when my friends would go out while I had to work... I hate that four letter word by the way... Anyway, I gave my "final" notice, and all of a sudden, I got 90% of what I wanted. I now have Sunday and Monday's off, plus I open on Friday and Saturday. In writing no less. Life just got a whole lot better! So now I have to call my ex-future employer and tell them I've been sucked into another deal with the devil. I just hope I don't regret it.
Posted by roque at 07:52 PM | Comments (0)
Wondering eye...
After work last night I went to the gym and had a nice hour-long workout. There was this woofy guy doing free weights and boy did he look yummy. His arms were so bloody amazing; I couldnt help but stare at them. As I did my 35th gawk in his direction, he noticed me checking him out. I quickly turned away trying to pretend he didnt catch me in the act of gazing. About 1-2 minutes have passed and I think its safe to look back his way again. He saw me again, but this time he was smiling at me. Now Im almost positive hes a homo! I smiled back and kept running on the treadmill and didnt look back anymore. In the men’s locker room, I was getting my gym bag to get ready to head home for bed (its about 3:00 a.m.) when I see woofy arms guy… NAKED! I of course had to see what he had as far as manhood goes, and MY GAWD! He has some kinda manhood! He has to be bottom! With a tool that large (it was soft by the way) there’s no way he’s gonna impale someone with that thing. As he was drying off his hair, he again noticed me starring at him. I looked face down to the ground and headed out of the locker room as fast as my sore legs could carry me. *sigh* Another great workout at the gym.
Posted by roque at 08:37 AM | Comments (1)
August 02, 2004
Ahhh San Diego...
It was such an amazing trip! I had a blast. We went to the S.D. pride festival; boogie boarded, had a little acoustic performance from an incredible musician and ate a ton of good food. I have pictures of the whole event, as soon as Scott installs my photo gallery, you can bet I’ll be one picture posting fool!
Posted by roque at 08:49 AM | Comments (0)