I am a big fan of diners, hanging out at one and chatting intellectually for a few hours over coffee about life.I love food in general, but after 7 years in Miami, I've learned to appreciate decent quality, reasonably priced AMERICAN food served without pissitude and an overhyped atmosphere...and diners are about the last bastian of that food. I'm also into live theater, which sadly isn't much into me. I support it, it turns its nose to me...oh well.
Music
Non-electronic, old fashioned MUSIC...with singers who actually took sometime to learn how to sing, and/or master an actual musical instrument, as opposed to pushing buttons and banging on electronic parts. Big band, swing, traditional jazz and torch, Broadway, and an occasional jaunt into something unique. Personal faves are the Manhattan Transfer,Janis Siegel, Diana Krall,Harry Connick, Jr.,Tony Bennett,Lambert-Hendricks-and-Ross,Brian Setzer,Big Bad VooDoo Daddy,Squirrel Nut ZippersAtomic Fireballs,and many, many more...but probably not many that you've heard of.
Movies
WAY too many to list...but top two are 'Singing In The Rain' and 'Amelie'.
Television
Other than General Hospital, which I've watched since I was born (basically), there isn't one thing on 'television' that I care to subject myself to. I'm tired of the propaganda from the right wing dumbing down young minds (AND older ones too!), and I'm FERVENTLY sick of commercials slamming me with every piece of mindless shit that I don't need...that NO ONE needs.
UPDATE: I've started watching a few TV series on DVD (the only way I can watch, without commercials, repeats, and in ORDER) 'Huff' on Showtime was BRILLIANT and cnacelled after only two seasons. 'Slings and Arrows' from Canada was BRILLIANT and cancelled after three seasons. 'Six Feet Under' is interesting too.
And...Nurse Jackie is amazing!
Heroes
Michael Moore, Bill Maher, Janine Garofolo, George Carlin, Lewis Black...and anyone else who has the balls to stand up and tell it like it is.
Hopewell Sr. High
Aliquippa, PA
Student status: Alumni
Degree type: High School Diploma
Clubs / Organizations: Yearbook, Art Club, Drama, Tennis, Spanish
1981
JadeScorpionTOP's What Are You Doing?
"As you get older, you laugh less, because you've heard most of the jokes before." - John Cleese
25 days ago
Fluttering around with a fake happy mindlessness draws flies to honey, whereas honesty is like a nuclear explosion on the social landscape?
32 days ago
Best movie quote of year so far: "They talked like people from a TV channel I don't watch".
63 days ago
What I want for Christmas: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6Nz9ziP-R4
I’m not interested in adding hundreds of nameless and connectionless friends to my list for the sake of having ‘numbers’. I will only add ‘friends’ with whom there is a very real possibility of BEING friends…face to face…and in REAL life…not ‘cyber’.
PLEASE...don't click me to add to your 'friend' list without sending a message first saying 'hello' and introducing yourself. AND...if the photo you use to represent yourself is a DICK or an ASS, or any other body part other than your face, then I'm going to assume you are a dick or an ass, and you will NOT be added to my friend list, nor will your comments be approved to my blog entries or photos.
I was born in 1963 in a small hospital in Rochester, Pennsylvania nine days before President Kennedy was assassinated, and my country began its descent into the hell that it has become.
I was the mistake of a lower middle class rural woman and her alcoholic husband (well, the ‘husband’ part came later), who she divorced when I was in second grade, to marry a rednecked millworker who treated her like gold, but who wasn’t very fond of her children, as his often raised hand would attest.
I was a student of the Hopewell School district, where I actually learned very little that would prepare me for ‘real’ life…but I did learn the difference between the ‘popular’ clique, the ‘freaks’, and the ‘slicks’…none of which being social groups or classes that I belonged to. Instead, I spent years skirting the cliques, and at the same time facing the fact that I was born into that ‘alternative’ lifestyle, which the fanatical right wing insists was my ‘choice’…HA
When I escaped the ‘family’, and the school system at the age of 17 (I graduated early), I embarked on a losing attempt to pursue life as a professional actor. I did community theater for many, many years, in Pittsburgh, Dallas, St. Louis, and Miami, always getting good reviews, but never quite getting that foot in the door…the result, I discovered much too late, of having the inability to stuff my head far enough up the asses of the ‘right’ people.
Through my years of supporting myself through my acting habit, I worked many, many different jobs, earning myself the apt title of ‘jack of all trades…and master of none’.
I left Pittsburgh in 1985, to live in Dallas, Texas, where I lived and worked for two years, followed by landing a job doing a one-man puppet show on the riverboat ‘Admiral’ in 1987. The Admiral went bankrupt six months into my one-year contract, and I was stranded in St. Louis for the next five years, where I worked for, among others, The Fox Theater, and started a not-for-profit resource center for the performing arts which St. Louisans (residents of the ‘show me’ state) refused to support. I was the horrid ‘outsider’. I moved back to Pittsburgh in 1992, where I remained until 1999, when I took a job as a backstage manager for a Carnival Cruise ship based in Puerto Rico. I served my six month sentence…errr…worked my six month contract, and then spent two months in Lima, Peru, and tried settling in Puerto Rico.
I stayed in Puerto Rico for seven months, nearly literally going bankrupt, the result of the third world banana republic business practices, and scraped together enough resources to get back to the United States…Miami…little did I know that Miami is nothing more than an extension of that third world banana republic mentality, only with slightly higher wages, and maximum higher housing expenses.
I started my time in Miami working as an office assistant temp for, of all places, Chanel, where I stayed until 9/11 forced many companies to cut back. Since I was a nameless and faceless 'number' to the corporate offices, I was, along with every other office assistant position in the company, laid off. I took advantage of unemployment benefits long enough to find a job working within the genre that I could enjoy, namely 'the arts', and began part-time with 'The Arts and Business Council', which turned out to be an eye opening experience about the arts and the people who run them. The woman running the company at that time in Miami (and I believe she still is) had nothing but her own gain in the forefront of her mind. When I caught on to some of the scams, I left. I had also been part-time hired to run another not for profit umbrella organization called 'The Childrens Cultural Coalition', which was practically non-functioning, when I was thrown into it. Well, almost one year later, and with one phenomenally apathetic and dysfunctional board, I left that. I couldn't do anything myself, and no one seemed interested in helping, except the Arts and Business Council lady who depended on part of the CCC's income to pay for her own office and utilities. Of course...the grantors didn't acknowledge that.
In Miami I most recently worked for a not-for-profit dealing with promoting classical music, which was run by a tyrant, lived on Bay Harbor Island, and continuously tried to save enough money to leave South Florida.
For several years I volunteered all over the arts community of South Florida, and after being consistently treated like an illiterate and incapable outsider, I gave up trying to ‘help’ people who consistently showed a lack of respect or appreciation for any help they were offered, and turned to being a recluse.
So I ended up working my nine-to-five, and spent most of my free time sitting at home with Netflix.
I’d made a few friends here and there, most of whom disappeared after about a six month stint as friends, either moving intelligently out of South Florida, or succumbing to the shallow and pretentious status quo of South Florida, in which I refused to participate. Erwin and Michael / Miguel were the best friends in South FloriDUH. Well, there was also Preston, who I'd known since 1986...when he was in town...and didn't have something involving nudity to take abject priority...or a date...or a meeting...or houseguests. Ok...so there was Erwin and Michael Miguel.
On May 31st, 2007 I packed a U-Haul and headed off to Pittsburgh to work for my former employers as a general office assistant and to live in a much bigger space for much less money than I've paid in South FloriDUH, with many more pleasant amenities nearby, including my best friend ever, Ilene.
I've been in Pittsburgh now since June 1st, 2007 and although it's been much more pleasant than life in the third world and land of mannequeens and frankenbarbies, Pittsburgh has its drawbacks too. Society is about 15 years behind the times here, the blacks are still riding on high ghetto, and the whites are still functioning on blue collar steel mill mentalities, even though the mills have been gone for a LONG time. Half of the gay guys who are out of the closet need to be shoved back in, and the other half you couldn't pry out with a crowbar. I've never seen so many married guys who were so obviously gay, and with wives incredibly too clueless to recognize it. The gay guys in Pittsburgh also have tremendously misguided delusions of grandeur. I've never seen so many totally average to below average guys strutting around and throwing attitude like they're on the same level as the South Beach mannequeens or Chelsea boys.
Here on LifeOut, I’m not interested in adding hundreds of nameless and connectionless friends to my list for the sake of having ‘numbers’. I will only add ‘friends’ with whom there is a very real possibility of BEING friends…face to face…and in REAL life…not ‘cyber’.
PLEASE...don't click me to add to your 'friend' list without sending a message first saying 'hello' and introducing yourself.
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You Are 15% Stereotypically Gay
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REAL people...not cyber-flakes who only know how to communicate with a piece of plastic and wires in their hands. FACE TO FACE communication and friendship.
My ideal guy would be like one of two characters that I've seen in movies. Not the 'actors', but the characters.
1) Tom Collins in the film version of 'Rent'. Although Jesse Martin is gorgeous, it wasn't his 'look' in the film that made teary eyed. It was his strong, quiet, masculine, mature, intelligent, non-pretentious and playful persona that he created.
2) 'Pike' in the film 'Big Eden'. Again, although Eric Schweig is very attractive, it wasn't the look. I shiver every time he walks onto the screen. He is strong, incredibly generous, and extremely humble. He has a heart as big as they come, and never blows his own horn. He's shy, painfully, but can stand on his own two feet with great strength. I cry every time I watch the movie...because I wish in the depths of my heart that his 'character' could exist somewhere in real life.
I would really love to meet a sincerely down-to-earth, average, dark featured, skinny and furry guy who would be very happy cuddling all night, spending evenings in front of good DVDs, swigging coffee...and kissing until our lips are sore! My ideal intellectual type would be the slightly disheveled intelligent yet unpretentious writer type, with a flair for social commentary, who would love to share coffee and a pack of Marlboro over cheese fries at the local diner.
If your profile raves with photos of your naked body, with birds eye views of your intestines via your asshole, chances are, this guy won't think you're 'hot'. I'm not interested in making friends with your dick. Friendship starts with the brain. Show me you have one, and we're probably on the road to starting a possible friendship.
I would like to really meet guys. I'm not much into 'cyberland' anymore, finding it to be just a bit disconnected from humanity. If you travel to Pittsburgh, or think that you might like to, drop me a line and say hello. Please have a green card (at the very least) and speak English. I was in Miami for 7 years, and quite frankly, the third-world charm wore off a LONG time ago.
If you're interested, drop a line to timoria63 at hot mail dot com, and send me a photo...I'd love to see your face and maybe get to know you.
I'd love to meet a decent guy, who knows how to communicate like a human, and who knows the meaning of both 'give and take' and 'follow-through'.
While we're discussing what we want...I think we're all waiting for our knights in shining armour to come and rescue us from our lives of loneliness. BUT...what if YOU are the knight someone might be waiting for? Dontcha think ya might wanna get off of that horse and stop riding around and maybe proactively DO something?
OH...manners are a good thing too. If someone compliments you, and they aren't you're type...you CAN still pull up enough testicular fortitude to respond with a polite 'Thank You'. BELIEVE ME...NONE of you are THAT spectacular that you are forgiven for selfish arrogance.
I am looking for a 'guy'. Not a bear (which is really simply a synonym for 'fat and lazy'), not a mannequeen (the over gymmed, over gelled, over shaved, over trended gay boys who look exactly like the rest of the gay sheep...stamped out of the same gay plastic machine), not some macho creep who feels he has to overcompensate in masculinity because he's a homo, not some little boy with Greta Garbo eyebrows and a body covered with razor stubble who delusionally thinks he's 'hot' simply because his metabolism hasn't abandoned him yet, not some trend whore who needs to keep up with the 'Queer Eye' advice, not some Abercrombie Clone, not some gym rat who is only sculpted, but who has no real athletic endurance, not some over tattooed carnie sideshow freak, or a guy with so many piercings that making it though an airport metal detector quietly is impossible, not some beer swigging yinzer, not some shiny yupster who feels that what he 'has' is impressive, or that his 'position' qualifies him as a decent human being, not some ghetto thug wannabee with his pants hanging off his ass, a stupid ballcap screwed on sideways, and a team t-shirt that could double as a fourth ring for Barnum and Bailey, and who believes it's 'cool' to speak in a language that separates them from 'mainstream' or 'the man'.
I want just a 'guy'. With a brain, zero pretentiousness levels, a normal human body, no attitude, but the intellectual capacity that might actually warrant it. Just - a guy.
AND...if anyone could get me a date with THIS guy...I would be forever in your debt!
Hey there buddy. How you been doing? I'm ok here can't really complain because it's the same old thing day in and day out. You know that though. Trying to find a full time job, it's not going that well. Anyway, just stopping by to say hello and see how you were doing.
