I've been sort of abducted into the land of the Gays recently. I made one friend who led me to another friend, who led me to another, et al. Okay, so maybe 'abducted' is too strong of a word. Everyone I have met has been disconcertingly nice... and they buy me drinks... so that helps. Long story short, since I moved to NYC I have been to more gay bars than Boy George.
I feel like this is a weird situation, so I'll expound a bit. My sexual identity is rather contrary to the popular school of thought. I heard someone say once that "labels are meant for jars" and I tend to agree. To put it bluntly: I am both sexually and emotionally attracted to women. So far I have been sexually attracted to some men... but have yet to be emotionally attracted to one. In the past it has really depended on the person. And on the flip-side... I am an attention whore, so anyone...guy or girl... who pays me attention kind of makes me flutter. I have this annoying little habit (with both men and women) of always choosing " the right path"... even when I'm drunk. No play for X. For once I would like to be free to make some wrong decisions... but it will probably never happen.
Anyways... so I seem to be somewhat of a hot commodity here in NYC. I've noticed lots of people checking me out, but only the gays are ballzy enough to act on it. God bless 'em. I suppose I need to get off my lazy ass and flirt with some mamacitas if I ever want to find a girlfriend.
Ah... the woes of being young and intoxicated in the city that never sleeps.
This should prove to be an adventure...
Your's truly,
X
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Queens
I am a foreigner... I am a complete foreigner here.
For the first time in my life I am surrounded by people who's life stories I can't predict. Back in my hometown, everyone had relatively the same story. There were different variations of course: The rich girl, the jock boy, the awkward boy, etc... but just by looking at someone I could usually get a good feel for where they came from and what they were about.
But here I am a foreigner. For the first time in my life I am surrounded by people who's pasts are unknown to me. The have grown up in a reality completely different than my own. The shine of this City is lost on them. Where I have wide-eyed wonder, they harbor half-lidded resignation. The size and scope of the city is so familiar for these natives, so passé that they have internalized all the things that still make me stop in awe. They are the gears that keep the city moving. They may not have passion for New York City, but they are the bed in which this inferno is able to burn.
For the first time in my life I am surrounded by people who's life stories I can't predict. Back in my hometown, everyone had relatively the same story. There were different variations of course: The rich girl, the jock boy, the awkward boy, etc... but just by looking at someone I could usually get a good feel for where they came from and what they were about.
But here I am a foreigner. For the first time in my life I am surrounded by people who's pasts are unknown to me. The have grown up in a reality completely different than my own. The shine of this City is lost on them. Where I have wide-eyed wonder, they harbor half-lidded resignation. The size and scope of the city is so familiar for these natives, so passé that they have internalized all the things that still make me stop in awe. They are the gears that keep the city moving. They may not have passion for New York City, but they are the bed in which this inferno is able to burn.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Episode 1: Ups and Downs in Macy's
As I entered the immaculate lobby of the bustling department store, the sweet sent of cherry flavored parfum filled my nostrils. And like a shining beacon of hope, there is was in front of me-- Mecca-- the Homeland-- The Mothership-- The Macy's Men's Watch Department. Each piece glistened with beauty from behind the shine of its protective glass case. I was in Heaven.
I'm not sure when my fascination with expensive watches started, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it has something to do with the fact that they are shiny. Much like a baby or a stupid teenage girl, I find myself fascinated by shiny objects. While I poke fun at it now, seeing the light reflect off of a building, a diamond, or a $200 dollar watch is enthralling. As the light hits my eye, for a moment it's like I can see into another world--one where everything is more spectacular than I can imagine. In all honesty, when I think of Heaven, I imagine it to be that same feeling of wonder and amazement. I'll often be the only who doesn't look away when the Sun shines through the subway window and onto my face. It feels like home.
Not knowing which floor contained which department, I decided to be adventurous and climb the elevators. The first few floors were what you would expect from Macy's--modern and relatively boring... but as the floors got higher in number my enchantment grew more and more. At one point, the escalators in Macys go from grey and modern to wooden and old. The have maintained the original escalators from the 1900's. Taking these tattered wooden escalators up to the top is like going back in time. I suddenly felt like I was climbing the Macy's to watch the parade in Miracle on 34th Street.
Then I got lost, and subsequently hit-on by a salesman. He first asked if I was Italian, then if I was a "White Boy"...I said no and he said "You look Latino"... I answered I was half and then he proceeded to try to sell me in Spanish on the Versace men's cologne. Trying to be nice, I asked him for his name--so that I could return to him if I decided to buy-- and I somehow ended up with his name and cell number. He told me to call him anytime--which is why I think I was getting hit on. Who knows? Maybe he just really needed the commission.
All-in-all, my afternoon in Macy's was fantastic. Olde New York charm and modern brands... not to mention shiny objects... makes this NYC landmark a must.
Until next time.
Your's Truly,
X
I'm not sure when my fascination with expensive watches started, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it has something to do with the fact that they are shiny. Much like a baby or a stupid teenage girl, I find myself fascinated by shiny objects. While I poke fun at it now, seeing the light reflect off of a building, a diamond, or a $200 dollar watch is enthralling. As the light hits my eye, for a moment it's like I can see into another world--one where everything is more spectacular than I can imagine. In all honesty, when I think of Heaven, I imagine it to be that same feeling of wonder and amazement. I'll often be the only who doesn't look away when the Sun shines through the subway window and onto my face. It feels like home.
Not knowing which floor contained which department, I decided to be adventurous and climb the elevators. The first few floors were what you would expect from Macy's--modern and relatively boring... but as the floors got higher in number my enchantment grew more and more. At one point, the escalators in Macys go from grey and modern to wooden and old. The have maintained the original escalators from the 1900's. Taking these tattered wooden escalators up to the top is like going back in time. I suddenly felt like I was climbing the Macy's to watch the parade in Miracle on 34th Street.
Then I got lost, and subsequently hit-on by a salesman. He first asked if I was Italian, then if I was a "White Boy"...I said no and he said "You look Latino"... I answered I was half and then he proceeded to try to sell me in Spanish on the Versace men's cologne. Trying to be nice, I asked him for his name--so that I could return to him if I decided to buy-- and I somehow ended up with his name and cell number. He told me to call him anytime--which is why I think I was getting hit on. Who knows? Maybe he just really needed the commission.
All-in-all, my afternoon in Macy's was fantastic. Olde New York charm and modern brands... not to mention shiny objects... makes this NYC landmark a must.
Until next time.
Your's Truly,
X
Friday, July 4, 2008
Episode 1: Overture
Day One:
I saw a dead man on the subway today.
He was right at the bottom of a busy entrance to the Union Square station. In true New York fashion, people neither slowed down nor stopped, but simply threw a concerned glance at the poor man in a wheel chair surrounded by all those cops. His head was thrown back, mouth open. Stiff. Still. In his hand he had taped a paper cup in which to collect money. I would have naturally assumed that he was either passed out from booze or sleeping, but the worried faces of the police officers told me that he was no longer a New Yorker.
It was my first day in New York City.... this should be interesting.
My name is X, and this is my story...
I saw a dead man on the subway today.
He was right at the bottom of a busy entrance to the Union Square station. In true New York fashion, people neither slowed down nor stopped, but simply threw a concerned glance at the poor man in a wheel chair surrounded by all those cops. His head was thrown back, mouth open. Stiff. Still. In his hand he had taped a paper cup in which to collect money. I would have naturally assumed that he was either passed out from booze or sleeping, but the worried faces of the police officers told me that he was no longer a New Yorker.
It was my first day in New York City.... this should be interesting.
My name is X, and this is my story...
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