When you buy an apartment in Praça das Flores, maybe more than in any other part of town, you’re bound to have a gay man in your building. I’m the one in mine! But along with the gay residents, you have the gay visitors, who visit the bars, the restaurants and the other residents, especially the gay ones! Sometimes, I find myself surrounded by so many gay men, that I feel the need to find shelter… and what better protection from too many gay men… than lube and condoms?
Besides the gay men, when you buy an apartment in Praça das Flores, you’re bound to have a grumpy old man in your building. I also have mine! Everybody else gets along but not him. He’s the one who is always against everyone and everything. He’s not ignorant, he’s not poor, he’s just rude. Luckily, I don’t really need to put up with him most of the time, except… in condo meetings. Last night I was in one, and among the many accusations from old man, the same old same old accusations, inconsequent and deliberately offending accusations, a very serious one was directed to me. Suddenly, I had an outburst, because more than fed up with him, I was unprotected. It was an ugly messy scene, which fortunately didn’t last as I was quickly able to calm myself down.
If even for gay men, society found such a fabulous protection so we can deal with each other and not be contaminated with each other’s «mess», how come there is no protection for when you get messed up in condo meetings?
I didn’t get much sleep last night. But now, it’s another day, it’s morning, it’s sunny and maybe, the next time I meet the grumpy old man from my building, I’ll apologise for my outburst. Someday I may be an old grumpy gay man from some young gay man’s building and I’d sure like him to say hello! No one is worth a bad nigh sleep because if in Bedrock they had a gay old time, in Praça das Flores I plan to have a gay young time!
- "Ep. 1 - Condoms for condos!" posted on August 29th, 2007 at 9:18, by Ser.Calvin
- Posted in Thoughts by Ser.Calvin
Remember Ryan Atwood from “The O.C.”?
Well, here you have him, the sexy Benjamin McKenzie!
See more of him on IMDB and TV.com.
Peace 
- "Hot or Not #7: Benjamin McKenzie" posted on August 27th, 2007 at 11:14, by Mr.WannaB
- Posted in Hot or Not?
Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal, on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.
Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so that you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.
Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the home just before your husband arrives, gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too.
Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair, and if necessary change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.
Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer, dishwasher, or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad he is home.
Some don’ts: Don’t greet him with problems or complaints. Don’t complain if he is late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day. Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and pleasant voice. Allow him to relax and unwind.
Listen to him. You may have a dozen things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first.
Make the evening his. Never complain if he does not take you out to dinner or to other places of entertainment. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure, his need to be home and relax.
The Goal: Try to make your home a place of peace and order where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.
One more cigarette.
My head spins around with the smoke.
Decisions, decisions…
- "The late night report #10" posted on August 24th, 2007 at 2:36, by Mr.WannaB
- Posted in Life, Quick Post
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
Y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma,
Emerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
Y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.
Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante,
y estás como quejándote, mariposa de arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
Déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.
Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio.
Claro como una lámpara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.
Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa bastan.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
Tonight “The Devil Wears Prada” and “Ben&Jerry’s Cookie Dough Ice Cream” were my dates. Both were delicious dates!
So, from now on, I’ll be presenting a new feature in this blog: “Hot or Not Mondays”.
Isn’t it a great way to start the week? hehehe!
So, this monday is Ryan Reynolds.
I never realized how hot he is untill I got to see these photos!!!
Do you refer with or without the beard? I actually love to see him in chains!!!!!!!!! 
Peace
- "Hot or Not #6: Ryan Reynolds" posted on August 20th, 2007 at 1:38, by Mr.WannaB
- Posted in Hot or Not?
Death in Tarot Cards, in the upright position, is the beginning of a new life. As a result of underlying circumstances transformation and change. Major changes. The end of a phase in life which has served its purpose. Abrupt and complete change of circumstances, way of life and patterns of behaviour due to past events and actions. Alterations.
Death in a dream can mean the death or change to a part of your personality or the end of a certain phase in your life. Frequently, seeing the death of someone shows a desire to be free of someone; or unexpressed aggression; perhaps one’s love for that person has ‘died’. We often ‘kill’ our parents in dreams as we move toward independence. Or we may want someone ‘out of the way’ so we do not have to compete for attention and love.
I just had this fucked up dream, really long dream, where I was being kidnaped, taken away to another town by this guy I can’t identify in my real life, but that I knew in the dream. The whole context is kind of a blur, but it was definitely not in Lisbon or Portugal. I was taken to his house, where I was tied up by the hands and started to fear for my life. Suddenly I sensed that M, my latest ex, was there, with this guys daughter (whom I also don’t seem to identify from my own real life). The feeling I got was that he was there to see my execution.
Anyway… I woke up, my heart racing madly, rolled over in the bed and tried to relax.
Then I fell asleep again.
The dream continued from where it stopped. I was crying, begging for my life. I didn’t want to die! The whole thing suddenly turned over. He untied me. We were now in the kitchen. Someone else was there - it was a girl - but I didn’t saw her. She told him to stop playing around. Me, M and the guys daughter were close to each other by the counter. He suddenly grabbed a bread knife. The three of us got close in fear. His daughter in the front. He came close, pressed the tip of the knife to her chest and just let it all the way in.
I woke up.
Heart racing even faster then before.
Got up, grabbed a smoke, drank some water, and came here to write this post.
Fucked up dream, uh?
Can anybody help me figure this one out?
The thing about M is pretty self explanatory, and I guess the whole death theme might have to do with my long desires to move to another country to live.
Does that make sense to any of you wise souls out there?
I’m gonna meditate a bit about this and try to sleep again.
Peace.
