Us 3...Siblings

I called her and then I went on and on about my life, I thought that's what mums were all about. I am not sure about this. You heard the latest about Nora? Well let me tell you almost everything about her latest thoughts... then realised I shouldn't have.

Mum: "What a fucking night you three (us 3 siblings) are giving me!"
Me: why?
Mum: your BROTHER just called me (then hung up on me) to announce he bought a dog!
Me: really, is that the end of the world?!

You guys don't know her, but us siblings call her the OCD cleaning lady. It was only last year that I realised that she was actually pretty badly OCD-ed. In Spanish words; puta maniaca.

I won't see your nephew and niece if they have a dog. Why? Cos my hoover still stinks from the last husky shitting dog which I loved dearly. I was surprise to hear the following:

Me: so... Kids... Yeah...bloody burden they are...
Mum: no, just three of you
Me: so... We shouldn't get any
Mum: well maybe not genetically
Me: good, we are thinking of adopting

-END-

H -I-M in capital letters

I know forgive me, champagne glasses after and a long pee, I couldn't leave the Movie in such a small room. "Paul" can be seen in DVD or even "legally" downloaded at home, I wouldn't watch it again.


So today was the very first time I listened to "Born This Way", from queen lady gaga. I do like it, specially: "don't be a drag, just be a queen". Orient and Chloe, never knew that was racist. I'm sure she didn't please some of those fags, I wonder whether she could say 'Faggot' and be ok in the general press. I'm not crazy about her, but I do admire her strength and the faking guts to be political.

"This is a Gay free zone" the stickers say around Hackney Road. Apparently up by Muslim radicals although the police don't discard the possibility of the English Defence League stirring racial tension in a crowded ethnic minority community such as tower hamlets and hackney. Will have to see if these are still up so the council removes them. In a way I want them up so the rest of those people that tell me that we have it very easy now and that shouldn't worry about holding hands, look at them realise that it's still not fine. Stop playing the victim, fairy enough, but I have been shouted homophobic abuse in London several times, and once on our way to the tube on our wedding day.

Romantic. I give a shit.



This one taken in Vauxhall of a moderfakingoodcooking Gogo in Fire.

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Siblings

That's what I have been told few times, and some of you know what I am talking about. I don't mean being rude or bossy, it just happens, out of magic, anyway i don't dwell too much on this.
Feeling ok about yourself is probably something that is built in.

I was called names so many names at schools, but it just went through my head. It never really bothered me enough to consider "what the fuck I am". I lived in a pretty relax family and I owe everything to my parents for having arguments close doors, out of my sight. I appreciate that.

I was such a sensitive boy growing up, and somehow being gay never bothered me. Really? Did all gays cry to the death on their own rooms alone? I believe that:" It Gets Better Campaign" spells it out.

We are now looking whats happening with our jobs, and thus our financial situation. We want to adopt. I day dream. I night dream about it. I am being called Aita (dad in basque) and Adam is daddy, we all four go on a day out. Brother and sister that's what we would like, siblings.

*Sigh*

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Location:Inside the tube

Fagged Out by Butt Magazine

Being a fag can sometimes be so much easier. Forget the gay bashing, the abuse, the stigma attached to the word faggot, and the awful moment of coming out. I hate that word. There has to be many moments in life when we go out there and practice it and then realize that we do have it easy. I read this post from The BUTT magazine site, a lovely normal story of some Londoners. Read below.

“When the Joiners Arms shut its doors at 4 a.m. I invited all the boys back to my house. There were ten of us hanging out during that night but only six of them fancied the after party; perhaps my suggestion of some naughty fun may have discouraged the others. I was staying for two months at my friend’s Steven’s flat in a very dodgy council estate in Whitechapel. Once we got there the only guy I didn’t really fancy passed out in somebody’s room, so I thanked the Lord and was the first to drop to my underwear. But I was so drunk that I just spooned Vincent and we slept so deeply that I heard nothing from the other three who were fucking in the same bed next to us. Vincent was a hot French-Canadian boy who was backpacking in Europe. We met through couchsurfing.com. He had a super fit body, tanned skin, light blue eyes, and a naïve but very beautiful smile. I quite enjoyed falling asleep since Vincent was a lovely guy to snuggle with. Besides, one of the three was my best friend, so it would have been really odd having sex with him, or even seeing him having sex. When I woke up the next morning, desperate for water and a pee, I noticed how lovely this scene was – all five of us together in one bed, so I just had to take a picture with my phone. Of course nobody could sleep well squeezed together, with Vincent snoring like a pig. My best friend eventually took off with Louis leaving me to enjoy a nice threesome afterwards.”

Message on the pavement

I don't tend to see graffiti on the floor but this one caught my eye yesterday when I was walking to the office. Are people that promiscuous or is it a love message Hackney-way, East London?

I think is a love message, how romantic.

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Location:Hackney

Self centred nude portraits

Obsessed with photos, or with yourself. Either or, it doesn't matter, that's what we are doing more and more with the gadgets that we have now. There has been an impressive number of people being comfortable with having their photos taken. I have always been easy with this, but some people that I knew really detested the idea of being semi nude or nude in front of the camera, now is all changing. It must be that we are getting older and at ease with this thought. No. There is a camera everywhere we go, we record more than ever before, and whether we use our self portrait photos for our own self-fulfillment or 'commercial' purposes, the thing is that there are million of digital stills our ourselves.

Imagine if this movement would have come 30 years ago, we would have plenty of photos of our parents', the baby-boomers, sexual encounters in display. Will this change? will this get worse? or will the moral reverse and become less self-center and hypocrite? In my opinion it will be more mainstream, and it will be seen as normal, but it wont be in the same format that we have it now. It may turn into video instead.

Steve Rosenthal collected tiny sex-nude photos from gay users in Gaydar back in 2009. For a longer article read the interview with Steve

Faking everyone else

Yes, f-k you. Come on, we all know the Tories were going to fire us, why do we all sound so freaking surprised.

I went all day feeling smug, yes, oh, I haven't had any of those chocolate heroes in 2 days, and! I'm going to the gym, wow so freaking smug.

Council. Team meeting. Blablabla. Are we safe? Can I still have my spotify account? ... Well we are in much better position than faking Baby P council shitpants someone said.

Is that meant to make me feel
safer? I forgot, I don't work there, but half of our household income does. Incapable to keep kids out of murderers, why will they be able to keep other non-essential carbon reduction jobs safe?! I am spoilt, I was. Fair enough, but I worked pretty hard to be where I am. I didn't just use my gay charm and magic funny eye. I used my parents money instead and secured a uni place. Then, 7 hours and 17 minutes later I met Adam. He was 18, I was 18 years and 10 months, not a pedo after all. I met him, he met him, and decided I wanted him. 10 years later we got married, the Labour party allowed us, we felt less leprosy. Now the Tories and parasite Lib Dems, have ruined my weekend.

Oh yeah, I hope Nick, Mr Clegg, que tu mujer te la este chupando mucho ahora que eres "casi prime minister". Fak ya.




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Job.", idiotic strikers. Yes, fak you all too.

Jon, "A Not So Single Man"

After few drinks we braved to point at him with our finger.

-Is that him? I asked Adam
-yes you knob stop pointing so embarrassing! Said the shy drunken Adam.
-I go! I go! I will touch him, ok fine I will speak to him. Nora slurred while she "tried" walking towards Jon Kortajarena.

It was a Wednesday during the Aste Nagusia of Bilbao, Basque Country. The popular drinking marquees were striking so they were closed, but the "pijo" (snob) marquees, as the left wing voters refer to the more spaniard sounding music marquee, were opened.

Me and Adam looked from the distance how Nora was talking to the wrong Jon. The guy seemed confused and Nora kept talking to him, while Jon looked amused about their conversation.

She comes back in a very not straight line with a very short dress that is not usually worn in conservative Bilbao town;

-is not him! He's some French model, £&@&&**%*!!! You twats!
-£&&£*%#!!!! of course, Jon was the one next to that guy!

Anyway, if we would have drunk less perhaps I could have felt his lips, but most likely in my dreams.

A Single Man. Tom Ford. He is the Spanish James Dean lookalike in the car park, I remember the lips close up scene. Not wonder he is Tom's favourite muse.



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