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I spent all day taking care of my cat Tillamook. Last night, he was spot pissing everywhere. On my bed. On one of the high bar chairs. On the living room tray table. When I touched his belly, he was meowing in pain. I slept on the couch. In the middle of the night, he went on top of me and I think spot pissed on the blanket too. Have you smelled cat piss before? It has a very sharp taste. It was a clear/yellowish, not red, so at least he wasn’t bleeding.

I was really upset and concerned about him. Is this a glimpse of what it feels like to have a child? I think I decided last night I don’t ever want to have children.

This morning, we drove to a West Hollywood pet clinic. I was surrounded by white people who’ll probably care more about their pets than all homeless people in Los Angeles combined. But am I becoming one of these annoying pet people. I post too many Tillamook pictures on Instagram already.

Tillamook was friendly to the female vet. He opened one of the drawers himself. The vet said that was the first time she’s seen that. Yeah, Tillamook is a fuckin’ smart cat. Like pet, like owner. She got a urine sample and I’m gonna call tomorrow if she found anything serious. For now, it’s pain meds that I have to somehow get inside Tillamook’s mouth and an introduction to wet foods. He seems to have gotten a taste for fish.

Yum!

Yum!

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Some resolutions for 2014

1. Stop saying “Whatever!”
2. Abs by summer.
3. Finish 3 books before buying a new one.
4. More yoga & stretching.
5. Two international destinations this year.
6. Continue reconciliation process with my parents over being gay.
7. Be more honest and adventurous with E___.
8. Volunteer more.
9. Perform more.
10. Bike more.
11. Speak up for myself more.
12. Challenge my complacency; date for courage & innovation.

Date appropriate songs. Happy 2014!

(Source: Spotify)

When world leaders were young & hot: Benjamin Netanyahu

When world leaders were young & hot: Benjamin Netanyahu

Last day in #dc: banana waffle/first flight/Capitol realness. Next stop: Virginia Beach!

Last day in #dc: banana waffle/first flight/Capitol realness. Next stop: Virginia Beach!

Model crushin’

Model crushin’

MEXICO CITY, TEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU…

- Frida Kahlo casa azul

One of my favorite places was the house in Coyoacan that Frida Kahlo lived in with Diego Rivera that has been turned into a museum of her life. The majority of it is painted a warm, royal, and inviting blue, hence the name Casa Azul. I snooping into the privacy of the artist and I felt like I got a better sense of who she was as a person seeing her house as opposed to various pieces of hers in a sterile exhibit someone else. I was too cheap to buy phototaking access, but here’s me outside and here’re some pictures of an adjunct exhibit talking about her costumes/outfits and how it defined how she wanted to be portrayed in the world, that of strength and life and artistry despite a slowly debilitating body.

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- Diego Rivera studio room

This reminded me of the potential of my attic room at the Victorian home AKA 321 AKA Gay Frat House. Strewn about in Diego Rivera’s studio room were giant paper-maiche puppets, old typewriters and brushes, paint powders, creepy dolls and figurines and statues. It was like looking into his brain. If only I had a room of my own with wooden floors that I can dance on filled with junk to spark my creativity. To dream…

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- Condesa

If I ever decided to get the fuck out of Los Angeles and move to Mexico City (yes, I loved it so much that I could imagine myself living there), I would move to this neighborhood. Yes, it’s a little bourgie but imagine if the neighborhoods surrounding Central Park in NYC were infiltrated by jungle. It’s immensely walkable, it’s relaxing and beautiful, the air feels fresh, and I just feel like I would be really happy here.

- Un Teatro, Centro Cultural

While walking around La Condesa, my friend and I saw a beautiful courtyard beyond a metal gate and we went in. We were met by someone who works there, who told us that this was a new theatre space/school. They have theatre and dance there, as well as yoga and dormitory for youth who take classes there. They also have week-long residencies for outside artists, something that I’ve already suggested for the dance group I work with, 3-19 Dance Art. A few days later, I took a morning modern class there, and whoo boy, I am out of practice. Still, it was an exhilirating class. The subgenre of modern being taught was called the “Flying Low” technique, which apparently originated in Mexico. I didn’t understand anything the instructor was saying, so I was just following the movements.

- place we stayed at: Red Tree House Inn

The first few days, we stayed at a place that was recommended by Lonely Planet. After checking out their website, I had a good feeling about it and quickly reserved some dates. My instinct was correct. The staff was immediately friendly. A gay couple owns the Red Tree House Inn, so it seemed like the young support staff they’ve employed are a) either gay and/or b) men they find attractive. It was a warm and relaxing place. Shawn and I spent most of our day out, and between 5-9 PM, we spent it at RTH resting and drinking. The wine was poured freely and lots of beer bottles were opened. We got to know the staff and some of the guests fairly well. I would definitely stay here again. The only downside was that Shawn and I didn’t stay there the whole time.

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- subway system

Quite possibly the most ubiquitous, most efficient, and most affordable subway system I’ve ever seen and ridden in. Each ride is less than a quarter, it seems to go everywhere in Mexico City, and me and Shawn didn’t wait any longer than 3 minutes at each stop. Superb.

- gay love everywhere

I’ve never seen so much homo public displays of affection before as I have in Mexico City. It was wondrous. That is all.

- Shawn

This trip wouldn’t have been the same without my partner-in-crime Shawn. After college and when we finally both acquired stable jobs (with paid vacation!), we became travel buddies, first to Costa Rica and then to Puerto Rico. After a hiatus of almost three years, we decided to travel once more to a Latin American country. He is super fluent in Spanish; funny thing is that people always look at me first thinking I know Spanish. I don’t; I’d love to, but I’m a slow learner of language. I miss our stupid, gay, immature, nasty jokes to each other. I miss his insistence on listening to Lana del Rey’s “Summertime Sadness” and Beyonce’s “Countdown” every day… several times. Next time we travel together, it will be at a country where we don’t know the language together.

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- Teotihuacan

I was humbled by the pyramids. The ancient sacred site sprawled but you could always see the Pyramid of the Sun and the Pyramid of the Moon. Despite the hawkers of souvenirs and random jaguar sounds coming out of people’s mouths (I was one of them), climbing the steps of the pyramid and, once on top, getting a 360 degree vista of the land around it as the wind was blowing through my sheer shirt was as close to a spiritual experience as I’ve had in a long time. For lunch, we found a restaurant closeby called La Gruta that was inside a cave.

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- Chapultepec Castle

The highest point inside Bosque Chapultepec, the Central Park of Mexico City, the castle now serves as the National Museum of History, but the hill itself was a sacred place for Aztecs. The building itself has been a military academy, imperial residence, presidential palace, and observatory. A gigantic Mexican flag hovers above. There is a view of the city skyline on all sides of it. The plaza and garden are immaculate. And there are wonderful butterflies just flying around.

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In summary, I wholeheartedly recommend everyone to visit Mexico City someday in their lives. Forget the news reports of drugs and disappearances in the county. This is a metropolis that is all at once modern, developing, and Old World at the same time. It is a very spirited city and I look forward to the next time I’m here.

The 100 Top Things You Honestly Don't Need To Do Before You Die

jockohomo:

You can dump your bucket list and start enjoying life again, Richard Osman gives you a few good reasons to do so: “The average human being will live for 701,844 hours. You will be asleep for 233,600 of those hours (more if you’re a cricket fan). You will be working for 74,060 hours (fewer if you’re Usain Bolt) and you’ll be waiting for your children to hurry up and get their shoes on for 11,850. Take off another 200,000 hours for miscellaneous activities such as being on hold for broadband customer service, queuing at Costa Coffee, or looking up pictures of your ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend on Facebook. You suddenly find yourself with just 182,334 useful hours in your life for reading, watching films and baking your signature Loganberry Pecan Flapjacks.”

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This is so disturbing and grotesque, yet so amazing at the same time.

This is so disturbing and grotesque, yet so amazing at the same time.

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The Artist’s Way

I quit an artistic gig for the first time not out of scheduling conflicts but out of principle, and it felt good. Earlier this year, I read a book by Julia Cameron called “The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity”. And one thing that stayed with me is a passage on criticism: “…even the most severe criticism when it fairly hits tha mark is apt to be greeted by an internal Ah-hah! if it shows the artist a new and valid path for work. The criticism that damages is that which disparages, dismisses, ridicules, or condemns. It is frequently vicious but vague and difficult to refute. This is the criticism that damages… Because of this, as artists, we must learn to be very self-protective.”

I was asked by a dear friend to be a dancer for a production entitled “Lorca, Child of the Moon” and I agreed, because she was going to be the choreographer. She did warn me that the director can be really mean, but I thought that I could handle her. And for the most part, I did. It helped that a lot of things she uttered were lost in translation because she spoke only Spanish and I only understood “un poquito”. In the first few rehearsals, I thought of her only as a crazy aunt who says mean things but ultimately means well. But then, some cast members just up and quit. My friend quit as a choreographer because the director wasn’t giving her clear instructions on what she wanted, so when my friend would create something for the cast to do, the director would say she hated it without giving any other feedback or suggestion. In general, she was vocal about things she hated but uncommunicative of what she really wanted. Many people in the cast have been called useless, pathetic, and expendable, even though this was one of the most talented casts I’ve had the opportunity of working with. She’d scream at people and insult them. We were children to a volatile and abusive parent.

The week before the big show at Grand Performances in Downtown LA, I started getting migraines most likely because of the stress and succumbed to painkillers to alleviate the headaches. Things were changed last minute. She threatened to cut a scene that I was in if she didn’t like what it looked like and the effect it had during rehearsals. Thankfully she didn’t because it was my favorite scene that I was in. The night of the big show on August 23rd went better than I hoped. There were a few mistakes, but overall, the production felt solid. A lot of family and friends showed up to support and watch me. A few days later, I went to Mexico City for about a week.

On my last day in Mexico City, my friend messaged me to let me know she was fired from future performances because the director didn’t like her performance. What was horrendous about how she was told was that the director didn’t even tell her herself; the director’s assistant left her a voicemail. That was it. I know from many people that they thought she was the highlight of the show, which makes me think the director’s decision was more personal than professional. A professional decision would be to work with my friend on how she can improve in future performances; firing someone after months of rehearsals is just unsound and irrational.

The vacation to Mexico City cleared my head to make the decision to resign from the performance as well. I e-mailed the director’s assistant and that was that. It was a hard decision mainly because I enjoyed the cast’s company. We were all in what felt like a sinking ship together. But no more headaches. My weekends are freer. I feel a large tense weight off my shoulders. I can dance again.

Orange Truly is the New Black

Some of my favorite images from the recent NYFW:

Caroline Herrera

Herve Leger

Naeem Khan

Nautica

Ralph Rucci (i’d wear this if I was a girl.)

Tracy Reese

Photo credits: tomandlorenzo.com

Come if u can this Friday!

Come if u can this Friday!