Whaaaaat a long time ago! I am very sorry for not posting any blog entries the past month, but I have been busy like a crazy person.
As I mentioned in my last entry, I currently reside in the beautiful city of Madrid. The past two months have been off the hook, seriously, I am reconsidering my future over this.
What else happened is that my boyfriend and I recently -well, about a month ago- broke up. It seems so crazy that it's already been more than a month, but time just really doesn't stand still in the vibrant capital of Spain. But, on the other hand.. I guess this gives me the opportunity to have more input in this blog. Because you can say whatever you want.. Listening to the stories of a person in a relationship aren't néarly as interesting as the ones he can tell you when he is single.
The story continues as follows.. I am in Madrid, you can also hear people call it 'Gay Paradise', because everywhere you look and everywhere you go you find gay people.. It is even getting to a point of being ridiculous. On my university I can easily swing my net around and trap 10 gays within a 20 feet radius.. -Yes, it is THAT crazy-.
Of course for a person that recently updated his facebook status to 'single' this is absolute valhalla.. so I am absolutely not complaining, even if I wasn't interested, it is much more interesting to be surrounded by people that actually check out your ass, than to be around people that feel insulted when you check out theirs.
Now, to get to the point of this post.. - I wouldn't want to bore the hell out of you - . Yesterday night I went out with my Belgian friends.. And a lifelong (or at least since I have been gay) dream finally came through!
I actually kissed a straight boy.. and no it wasn't as part of a bet..
He came partying with us another night before yesterday and he gave me the strangest vibes ever. I could definitely notice he wasn't gay.. but it wasn't perfectly clear if he was straight either. He just dealt too.. loosely with the gays ( well.. me actually).. I could so easily just hit on him.. of course without crossing the line between gay and straight guys.. but I actually felt attracted to him, because I knéw he was straight, but I could still enjoy attention from him, in a weird, twisted kind of way.
So yesterday it was the same story as that other night and I had been talking to him about - of course - 'the gay experimenting for straights' and he was being all coy about it and saying he wouldn't be scared of kissing guys, but it just wouldn't "do" anything for him.. blahblahblah.. guess you all know the drill.. But well, I guess he was wrong.. it only took him a small business transaction to go for it.
Let me explain:
At this club you received a plastic cup at the entrance.. that cup was only valuable during happy hour, to obtain free drinks. Afterwards the cup is of no use whatsoever. It was an hour after happy hour, so evidently the cup was no longer of any value and I stole it from him. Then he came up to me and was like : "Hey, give me back my cup".. I have to remind you at all times that the cup was no longer needed.. "Well, what do I get in return?".. "I don't know, what do you have in mind?" .. well, I have to disappoint you now, because I don't réally remember what exactly made it happen, but after that, he allowed me to kiss him.. I myself didn't even expect that something that easy was going to push him over the edge, but I guess it did.
So long story short, maybe it wasn't super exciting, but hey.. I was drunk, I got my way.. I am happy!
Until my next story..
X
October 22, 2009
October 21, 2009
I wish I were Trinny or Susannah.
This afternoon I was waiting at the check out of the local super market. It's always the same old story: I never manage to pick the right queue. It's something I simply suck at, because for some reason or another I always go standing in the line where it takes over 15 minutes for the old and mostly cripple grandmothers to find the right change. Yesterday an Asian couple was standing before me with at least thirty boxes of Jules Destrooper biscuits (these cookies are tha bomb yo, for real). No kidding. I'm bad at picking the right queue.
While I stand in the line waiting, I always notice the rather hideous employees sitting behind the check out.
Today was no different. Before me sat a woman, somewhere begin thirties. I later learned from the receipt that her name is Sara. Sara looked like she had just cleaned a frying pan with her hair, and her eyebrows were so bushy that I bet at least two squirrels were living there. Her moustache gave the finishing touch to what I like to call the "Neanderthal look". Maybe, if she keeps up with it, it'll become a trend. But I reckon she will be dead and buried before that happens. I seriously felt like grabbing her a pack of Gillette Fusion razorblades. Even Mario would be ashamed of his moustache if he were standing next to Neanderthal girl.
In the hope to spot something better, I turned around to check out the other personnel. Things didn't exactly start to look up.
A woman with bright red spiky hair was sitting behind her desk. Let's call her Linda. She was wearing goggles, which, to my big surprise, were quite fashionable. But even a blind guy with no cane could tell that Linda didn't know shit about how to apply make-up. From what I could see, this is how I think her morning goes. Linda gets out of bed, and stumbles into the bathroom. She applies the gel in her hair while sitting on the toilet, whereafter she faces the mirror. Then she wakes up. Linda then pulls open the drawer, takes two inkpots with blue ink in them and pushes the pots against her eyes. Linda tilts her head back, and now she is ready to go.
I don't get that nobody ever told Linda to use less make-up. Seriously girl, you look like your husband has beaten you up badly after a night of boozing with the pals in the local strip club.
At times like these, I wish I could be like Trinny or Susannah and just tell them what is wrong with the way they look, and improve the way they treat themselves and how others will treat them after a much-needed make-over. To be honest, I am not surprised that they work at the department store. There's very few employers who want to hire a woman who looks like she goes hunting for mammoths with a spear in her spare time. And who would hire a Tina Turner who looks like she has just been rolled down the river? I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin'.
While I stand in the line waiting, I always notice the rather hideous employees sitting behind the check out.
Today was no different. Before me sat a woman, somewhere begin thirties. I later learned from the receipt that her name is Sara. Sara looked like she had just cleaned a frying pan with her hair, and her eyebrows were so bushy that I bet at least two squirrels were living there. Her moustache gave the finishing touch to what I like to call the "Neanderthal look". Maybe, if she keeps up with it, it'll become a trend. But I reckon she will be dead and buried before that happens. I seriously felt like grabbing her a pack of Gillette Fusion razorblades. Even Mario would be ashamed of his moustache if he were standing next to Neanderthal girl.
In the hope to spot something better, I turned around to check out the other personnel. Things didn't exactly start to look up.
A woman with bright red spiky hair was sitting behind her desk. Let's call her Linda. She was wearing goggles, which, to my big surprise, were quite fashionable. But even a blind guy with no cane could tell that Linda didn't know shit about how to apply make-up. From what I could see, this is how I think her morning goes. Linda gets out of bed, and stumbles into the bathroom. She applies the gel in her hair while sitting on the toilet, whereafter she faces the mirror. Then she wakes up. Linda then pulls open the drawer, takes two inkpots with blue ink in them and pushes the pots against her eyes. Linda tilts her head back, and now she is ready to go.
I don't get that nobody ever told Linda to use less make-up. Seriously girl, you look like your husband has beaten you up badly after a night of boozing with the pals in the local strip club.
At times like these, I wish I could be like Trinny or Susannah and just tell them what is wrong with the way they look, and improve the way they treat themselves and how others will treat them after a much-needed make-over. To be honest, I am not surprised that they work at the department store. There's very few employers who want to hire a woman who looks like she goes hunting for mammoths with a spear in her spare time. And who would hire a Tina Turner who looks like she has just been rolled down the river? I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin'.
x, L.
October 14, 2009
October 4, 2009
Basket et maths
I don't exactly know where I found this. I guess it found me. This short, called "Basket et maths" is part of a campaign against homophobia, which was featured on the Canal+ website and consisted of five short films. You can find the other four shorts below. I couldn't find any versions with English subtitles (except the first), so French it is. I reckon you can still get what's going on. They're all pretty nice, but I consider Basket et maths the best. Enjoy (and comment which one you like best)!
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