10.18.05 Hey Hey My My Yo Yo

Ok. I started posting my writings yesterday. Some trepidation, but I forged on ahead. I usually get hung up on names. How should I change them, who is who, etc. I mean, I’d really get hung up, but decided against it this time. Damn the torpedoes. I did entertain a paranoid fantasy that some child of Helen “Natalie from the Facts of Life” Devilakos would google her name and up would come all the nasty things (warranted of course) that I had written about her.

Then there was the Bill factor. I didn’t want to hurt him. He is being supportive of me, but I have written some of my innermost ‘things’ and they include him. So I expect him to be hurt or angry. Julio, threatened to sue me, but I think he came to his senses when he realized that I have nothing to sue over.

Pedro loved the idea. Of course he did. He is also supportive of me, and I am of him. It’s a nice situation. Don’t think he’s visited the website yet. Julio did and wrote some comments. One or two that I had deleted because they were just so mean. Let him get his own blog, I say!

Of course, I wondered about bleedin’ Hope. She’s vainglorious enough to constantly Google her name several times a day probably, so for her it’s merely a matter of time. Bill’s wonderful best friend, Margaret emailed me today, wanting to know what is going on with me. I mentioned how I miss Bill and sometimes hear his phantom footsteps coming up the stairs to the apartment.

Then I figured, “Hey! I wrote that already” and sent her the link. No comments thus far, though I haven’t checked yet. Annemarie, my dear sister, got the link also but couldn’t connect. I replied that the link worked for me, but half heartedly tried to dissuade her from reading it, saying it’s ‘just a lot of stuff you probably don’t want to know about me’.

Drugs, drinking and hopefully illicit sex. Of course, 2 out of 3 ain’t bad. Done the drugs, had enough to drink, but still no illicit sex.

Kissing Chris Hammer doesn’t really count, especially since he never showed up last night. No biggie, though I used to be so much luckier before the Internet. I don’t know who else has read it. I did send a big email and mentioned johnozed.com, but if there’s a way to tell how many ‘hits’ I’ve gotten, I simply don’t know about it.

The Rod2.0 blog that I read most days is a lot of fun. I sent him an email telling him so, and he thanked me for the compliment and looked forward to my blog.

If he compares his blog to mine, boy, will he be disappointed, but he does have quite a lead on me. I should’ve started this a while ago, right after bringing world peace and curing cancer, but I never got around to it. It’s all in the timing I guess.

10.17.05 Word on a Wing

Today is Monday. I now have a domain name. I am the master of my domain. Yesterday, Rand and I discussed while walking with Lisa, how I should blog my writings, and ‘hey why don’t I have a domain name too’. So after we parted ways, Rand and Lisa went home, I climbed my 4 flights of a five story walk up and wrote what I wrote yesterday. Eventually it will all appear somehow.

So I come home, in my charcoal gray double-breasted Givenchy suit, purple silk tie, black braces, tasseled loafers and TNT OTC sox. A bit sweaty. Also a bit later than I expected since I had an email from Chris Hammer who was in Manhattan and wanted to meet me at the Townhouse. Chris likes suits and also likes to smoke cigars. This is what started us chatting a few years ago. Things being what they are, we could never really hook up.

We were supposed to meet last week but there was nonstop rain, and he was traveling from down the shore. So that fell through. He was apologetic which was nice. Other times I was supposed to meet someone it didn’t work out, usually because someone flakes. Either me or the other guy.

Song2 was a nice guy and very sweet though he disputes this. He was also on time. But the weather was in our favor two weeks ago. Last week the weather was in the favor of waterfowl. I can’t really compare both Song2 and Chris Hammer, because both seem to be genuinely sincere. And in Gay.Com land, that is a very rare quality.

So I met Chris at the Townhouse. He saw me and made a beeline. He shook my hand and offered to buy me a drink. I had a Heineken, he had a Bombay Sapphire and tonic. I’m such a cheap date. He had some time to kill before his dinner with friends and wanted to meet and buy me a drink and apologize to my face.

So we sat on a sofa and chatted. Nice guy, handsome, reminded me of my cousin Joey Powers. It must be an Italian thing. It was also the first time in over a year that I’d been kissed. REALLY kissed. That was fun. I was surprised I remembered how. It certainly is nice to be with someone who thinks you’re really hot and good looking. Or ‘bangin’. No, Chris didn’t say ‘Bangin’.

That was from 3 girls a few years ago in the summer when I was walking home from Central Park. Three girls hangin out under a scaffold on 7th avenue and W50th Street saw me and yelled, “Hey Mister, you bangin’” That made my day, and still brings a smile years later.

Of course I told Julio this, who to this day has a laugh and says “Hey Mister, You bangin’” especially when I think I’m looking good.

But no, Chris didn’t say that. He did like the way I looked and the way he kissed me seemed to convey that nearly perfectly. He may be traveling thru Hoboken on his way back down the shore, and asked if he could call me when he got off he PATH train. I said yes.

He’s a handsome guy, about 5’6”, to my 6’2”. Some thinning hair, but that doesn’t bother me. Also some heft around the waist and that’s also alright with me. I think it’s cute.

This is the first entry for johnozed.com. I hope you like it. Plenty of room for improvement I’m sure but hey, it’s something.

10.17.05