Monday, January 31, 2011

Sex with Strangers

Yesterday I was awake for 23 hours.

Within that 23 hours, I went to Eros for the first time, it is one of San Francisco's gay sex club.  I met a black man who is wise and fun to talk with. He had a great charisma and was considerate for others.

He told me some great tips regarding doing anything sexual with strangers:

  • Are you sure you want to kiss them? They might've eaten someone out or swallowed someone beforehand. The bacteria in their mouth can get into yours through cross-contamination.  Even if you haven't agitated your gums from brushing your teeth, the bacteria can get to the mucous membranes in your mouth and throat or through any small scrapes in your mouth.
  • Are you sure you want to blow them? Do they have sores or lesions on their dick? Also, pathogens exist in pre-cum AND cum.
  • You don't know a stranger's sex history (past or immediate), or if they are hygienic.
  • Are you sure you want them to blow you? If they just got a collection of bacteria in their mouth, there's a chance they can get on your urethra.  Are you sure you want them to use their cum to jerk you off?
If you don't know that person, 
you don't know their background, 
you don't know if they're lying.
Settle on the thrill that you're with a stranger, and do it safely. 
(condoms condoms condoms)
Hand jobs, petting, kissing everywhere else.

Save your treasures for someone you know and love.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Happy Feet

Why do Black people dance so well?

Darlin', when you know that you're no longer sufferin'.
When you know you're no longer enslaved.

When you know you're a freeman...
When you have the time to rejoice...

Once you've understood you're no longer oppressed,
that the pain is long over,
and you're free to tap, sing, twist, express:

You'd dance too.

Saturday, January 29, 2011



Don't forget to center yourself and breathe.

Think about the good people and things in your life.

Who always were there to help?

And who will you reach out and help in the future?

Because brother, I'll always try my best to provide for you.
Best believe that.

Friday, January 28, 2011


David Kato, a Ugandan gay activist, was beaten to death on Jan 26th.

His picture appeared on the Rolling Stone newspaper when they selflessly and purposefully published what they claimed as pictures of Uganda's homosexual officials.

His funeral was met with the pastor proclaiming that homosexuals should be punished.

Many, like Val Kalenda, blamed the US evangelicals who visited Uganda in 2009 for promoting hate toward homosexuals.

My verdict: Leave Africa alone, let them claim (or reclaim) their own faith and beliefs.  The only message you should spread to the other countries (hey, how about) "Love thy brother". Because what happened here, and in many hate crimes in the past, was a fratricide.


Further reading:

Thursday, January 27, 2011


Something about a Black man's feet is alluring...

The smooth cocoa skin that is the top,
the strong willful latte skin that is the bottom.

The perfect form, the right curves.

To be able to cradle them in my hands,
to massage them, to caress them.

To ease him of his ache from walking all day.

So he can continue to step,
to march,
to claim each inch on ground with pride
as he stride.
Let me love you from head to toe, baby.
But let's start with the toes today.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011


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Dread Philosophy
When a white person wear dreads, I would think "hippie". 
It is nothing more than a fashion statement, to look cool.
When a black person wear dreads, I would think "history". 
It is an embrace of a state that once was missing.

To wear dreads is to commit to the dread, to give yourself in to letting your hair grow, and intertwine.
To wear dreads is to open your being to another culture, to embrace what Rastafarians describe as the sense of wholesomeness.

Because it is not a trend, it's a state. 
Otherwise your hair will have no meaning to stay in locks rather than the physics of it.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Picture Day: Willie O'Ree

I'm having writer's block, so today I'm posting a picture.
This is Willie O'Ree, the first African American NHL Hockey Player.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Once you go Black...

Michael - by Jacob Collins -
To me, there wasn't a "once".

There was no "once", and there was no "going back". 
Because it's always been there, and it's just is.
Black is Black, there is no going, no traveling, no visiting or revisiting.
It's a culture, it's a color, it's an identity, it's a mindset, it's constant.
It just is.

Sunday, January 23, 2011


I object calling anyone's butt as "cakes".
Sure, people dive their face in and eat it.
But face it (pun intended), ass is nothing like cake.
Ask a pastry chef, and he or she will agree. 
A cake has layers, a cake has delicious frosting, and a cake definitely doesn't bounce.
Comparing buttocks with scrumptious moist cake should be a sin in its own.
I for one though, would decorate an ass like I would a cake, whip cream, candles, icing and all.

But it's still an ass. Case closed.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

On the DL

To those who say they're on the DL,
if you're under 30 years old, it's cute (and that's giving the act the most credit).
But if you're over 30, it's about time to face the facts.

If you don't admit your love for men, you're going to hurt a lot of us,
because we are the most faithful when it comes to relationships.
So don't blame us when we start ignoring you, knowing that you can't commit to us and to yourself.

Yes we're talking behind your back, about your no shows and your dodgy nature. How you stood us up for whatever reason. We're tired of justifying for you, defending you from our doubts so we can continue to love you.

It's time to stop playing this game and take it to heart.
Be proud, be strong, be bold, be courageous.
Because we want to love and treat you like no one else has been before.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Excerpt from "Does your Mama Know About Me?"

I ask you brother: Does your mama really know about you? Does she really know what I am? Does she know I want to love her son, care for him, nurture and celebrate him? Do you think she’ll understand? I hope so, because I am coming home. There is no place else to go that will be worth so much effort and love.
-Essex Hemphill 

Searching for Hemphill

Essex Hemphill (1957 - 1995)
Looking into his eyes I see a sense of peace and understanding that draws me in.

I regret that I didn't get to see or meet him or even been exposed to his works earlier.

AIDS have taken so many lives of talented Black gay men in the 80s and 90s.

My Offering

As I wake I search for a grasp of cosmic truth
that once was emitted from your energy
lingering across the land, waiting to be fused
with like-minded people

I welcome your spirit, if you were to visit
and together we will soul dance

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Who am I?

A couple of friends who are Black told me that I'm a Black man in an Asian man's body.

I told one of my close friends, who is Black, that in Summer 2007, I went to Atlanta and saw Dr. King's mausoleum.  As soon as it came into view, my heart felt heavy and I started weeping silently with one phrase echoing in my mind: "how he fought for us".  Without hesitation, my friend replied, "Yep, you are Black."

What if I am and what if I'm not? Does it mean anything?

There are, of course, a lot of people out there believing that they are a different gender on the inside... or, it's a stretch, a different age.

But what about race?

Sure, there is "acting Black", putting on this mask to pretend to be someone else all in the name of popularity or acceptance among peers (usually of the same gender).  But what about "being Black"? The submergence of another culture, to be accepted as part of the whole community?

Do I believe that I am a Black man in an Asian's body?
To a certain degree, yes... maybe I'm just discovering this dormant spirituality within me that radiates the energy of a Black man, and it's a part of me that I should welcome with open arms. One thing I know for sure:

I don't act Black, I feel Black.

This blog's purpose is to explore and welcome that side of me, I shall speak with the voice of a Black man who's born into a different life and body, the one of an Asian.  Please join me in this journey of self-discovery, as I ask myself "Who am I?".

Starting 2011 Upright

The Daruma Doll

Make a wish, paint the pupil in.
Let that wish stay standing like the Daruma Doll.

Welcome to 2011, this is the first post of this blog.'

My wish: May this blog flourish.

My next post: To explain the mission of this blog.