Saturday, January 29, 2011

"Um, I think your shoe's untied." (The "Class or Ass" Party)

I was planning to host a party for my dad's birthday. I'd never hosted anything for the family before (and I have relatives in their 30s in the same boat), so I was super excited. Wine… good liquor… I was even going to have food!

It was scheduled for the evening of December 26th: the same day as the storm that crippled NYC for almost 3 days.

So instead of moping, I turned it into an opportunity: a "Class or Ass" party for my friends. And based on the fact that no one had anything legendary planned for NYE Friday, hosting a party that Saturday was perfect timing.

The boys really got into the theme, some more literally than others. Calipornia had mentioned incorporating a jock strap into her outfit, but I really didn't take her seriously til she took her pants off.

"Um, I think your shoe's untied."

The Urban Sprawl revealed a y-back thong. Of course, there were quite a few photo opps for the dorsally exposed pair, and both have rather remarkable asses. But Urban Sprawl's placement is noticeably higher than the Calapornia's. Picture after picture, Calipornia was trying to pose different ways, but there was no hiding the difference in shape.

"Don't try to compare yourself to a Latin ass; just take the compliment and say thank you."

Later, we did the dance to Lady Gaga's "Telephone." You know how at the end, they do that move during the eh-eh-ehs where they bend over to the side? I went to do that move, and all I saw was Urban Sprawl's crack expanding in slow motion. I made a last-minute decision to omit that step.

A manager from my day job showed up with a crew of (HOT) Latin guys. One of them was a guy the Straight Roommate knew from the steamroom gym. Apparently he'd been trying to hook us up for “the longest” (but I never got a phone number, an email address, or even a Manhunt screenname). He was easily one of the hottest guys at my party, and he said about 3 words to me (womp womp).

Eventually, I kicked everybody out and sent them all to No Parking, staying after to make sure everybody was out and nobody was taking anything. As I approached the subway close to my building, I noticed a group of young men loitering near the entrance with open containers.

. o O (I know these delinquents didn’t take to-go cups out of my apartment on the street… maybe they won’t recognize me all bundled up if I walk by fast enough!)

No Parking included go-goes, grinding, and a flirty guy of short stature who definitely got my card on his way out the door. Did I mention that the re-enactment of the end of my birthday far overshadowed the fact that the short guy never emailed me? Yeah.

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Friday, January 28, 2011

throwing up in the tub (New Year's Eve 2011)


I really wasnt excited about New Year's Eve. Med School Mess was no longer in the City to host her annual fête, and everyone’s plans were amorphous at best. I'd gotten a few invites, but nothing really grabbed me. I knew what I didn't want was a crowded, sloppy mess, which seemed to be more or less the direction in which the Crew seemed to be headed for the night.


Meanwhile, I'd been talking to this super-hot guy on Jack'd (a gay LBS app like Grindr) who was a marine in town for the holiday. He looked Latin, but frankly, I really didn't care about his background. I gave him my number and suggested we meet up for happy hour at 3. He called me (like actual phone call… who does that) at 9. But I was disco-napping.

I started the night at Sexican's party on 54th, which is right in the corridor for the Times Square mess. It was tricky getting there because access to everything in the neighborhood is blocked off with restricted access. But somehow, I happened exit the right subway station on the right side of the street and got to his building with no hassle.

Morehead met me there, and it was a good time all around. Of course, two of the 3 guys I checked out were partnered to each other, and the other was there with his (more generically hot) boyfriend. Then at midnight, I got a kiss on the damn cheek. But I swear I still had a good time!

Meanwhile, Morehead had brought a bag with a FourLoko in it putting it to the side in Sexican's room. A young bear (with an awesome homemade shiny dome hat that had 2011 cut-outs across the top) was rummaging and found the Lokos. I called Morehead's attention to the situation just in the nick of time.

The young bear ended up buying the Loko from Morehead, who was reluctant to sell, for $6 and proceeded to down it in about a half hour. By 12:30, his 2011 hat said 201, and he was throwing up in the tub.

I regretted leaving the party at 1 because the other 2 house parties I hit up were basically on their way out (one of them included a coked-out twink who insisted that his gospel-singing black friend loved when he called him jiggaboo). So I texted Mr. Military.

Then he called me.

He wanted me to come to his friend’s apartment where he was staying in Chelsea, but I really just don't do that with guys I meet online. He really didn't want to leave the apartment, so I basically told him I was going uptown if he didn't meet me at Gym Bar. He agreed to come out (thankfully, because I would have been pissed if I missed out on a guy this hot).

Even before he took off his coat, I could tell he'd put on weight since he’d taken the pictures in his profile… which took him from conventionally hot to cubbishly hot. I couldn't finish my drink fast enough! He turned out to be unexpectedly friendly (if chatty) for how grumpy he seemed on the phone. Even through the drunkenness, I could see he was no dummy (plus he'd actually graduated from college).

And when we got back to the apartment, he showed me just how committed he was to serving.

Did I mention that when I walked out the next morning, Home Depot was on the same block (I'd been meaning to get a runner for the apartment)? Yeah.

Click here to check out New Year’s Eve ’09 -> ’10.

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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Fun with Grindr: I’m gonna guess you’re open on Sundays.


Call Me…

…because…
…we have bigger apartments uptown.


…because…
…I’m gonna guess you’re open on Sundays.


…because…
…you’re the most honest person on this app.


…because…
…putting “read my full profile” at the end of your profile shows you’re serious.


…because…
…er… can I get salt all around that RIM RIM RIM RIM?
(Please, I was totally talking about my Blackberry)


…because…
…I have shirtless photos in at least 10 different lighting schemes. Now are you gonna blow me or not!


…because…
…hashtags: #ur #doin #it #rong

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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

handcuffs from the ceiling (Le Raunch and the Return of McNugget)

This is why I love AdamFaceHunt.

I'd gotten in invite to Formika's new Le Raunch underwear party at Paddles, a straight fetish club with an entrance at the back of a parking lot. The foyer looks more like you're going into a restaurant kitchen, but once they buzz you in the door, you see it's a pretty hardcore scene.

As we checked our clothes, I noticed that there really weren't that many guys present. AdamFaceHunt, who went to the re-launch party the week before, suggested we check out some of the other spaces in the club. He led me through a door into a dark hallway with a cage. A couple of guys were sitting on a bench getting blow jobs as we passed by. We went through another doorway and down a short hall that opened into a room dark room. Once my eyes adjusted, I realized I was surrounded by all kinds of equipment; handcuffs from the ceiling; benches for bending over; a whipping cross. One guy with a phenomenal ass was ready to go on one of the benches, but the top behind him seemed to be having technical difficulties. When he finally worked it out, AdamFaceHunt and I critiqued the performance.

Adam: "You know, I'm seeing some great thrusting here. He's really driving through the hips."
Me: "True, but I'd like to see more isolation. He's going to lose points for not hinging in the hips."
Adam: "Yes, the technical merit is there, but the artistic impression leaves something to be desired. Let's see if he can make up for it with his dismount!"

Did I mention we were passing a Gatorade bottle of screwdriver between us? I don't know if Paddles doesn't have a liquor license or what, but the invite said BYOB. So we brought our B in mass quantities.

image from highgravitybrew.com
Around 1:30, we got our clothes and bade Formika goodbye. It was a short walk to Barracuda where Dallas DuBois was performing and Scotty Rox was spinning. As I approached the bar, I saw an unexpected familiar face: McNugget, who had moved to Michigan with her boyfriend at the end of the summer! Now she's back in the city, and of course, she had Filet-Ho-Fish in tow. Somehow, the two of them convinced me to go to Posh around 2:30. AdamFaceHunt declined.

Not long after we walked in, I got a glimpse of chest hair pouring out of a white v-neck on a cute Jewish otter. Somehow, I found an excuse to talk to his friend, who then introduced me.

I went away. I danced. I came back and talked some more. There was grinding. There was some gratuitous feeling-up. I was behind him with an arm around his waist, and when I looked up, Filet-Ho-Fish was grinding in front of him.

. o O (Does he not see that I'm trying to close with this guy! Or is he trying to sabotage?! Fuck, dude!)

The way I see it, Filet-Ho-Fish and I have quite different target demos. In fact, he could probably pick up any guy he wanted, so I'm really not trying to compete with that. I finally figured that if this guy was into me, he'd leave with me. And if he left with Fish, it was what it was.
image from pleasetouchmuseum.blogspot.com

After a couple of songs, they turned on the lights, and Filet-Ho-Fish wandered off to find McNugget.

McNugget was arm-in-arm with a white guy who was probably the most conventionally hot guy in the bar.

McNugget: "I have a dilemma... Would you go to Jersey for a hookup?"
Filet-Ho-Fish: "Who's driving?"
McNugget: "I dont know if I can do it."
Me: "Hey, sometime's it worth the journey."

The both of them responded with an 'are you serious' look.

image from soundaslanguage.com
I found the cute Jewish otter and dragged him across the street to get a sandwich. On the way back, I talked up the qualities of Washington Heights.

Me: "It's seriously like 20 minutes from here."
Him: "In a cab?!"
Me: "Hell no! On the train."
Him: "And how often do the trains run?"
Me: "Um, about every 20 minutes."
Him: "We need to take a cab to my place."

After all that grinding and feeling up on his furry body, I really wasn't in the mood to put up a fight. I did, however, have to wait for him to finish kee-kee-ing with his friends on the corner before he hailed a taxi and directed the driver to Woodside, Queens.

Did I mention the following things:
• He was quite educated.
• He was quite fun.
• It takes forever just to get to Times Square on the 7 train from Woodside.

Yeah.

Click here to check out when I saw Kylie Minogue at Michael "Formika" Jones' & Mark Nelson's The F Word.

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Friday, January 14, 2011

TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log (your guide to personal fitness in 2011): How I Did It


So you wanna know how I did it? What did I do when I actually went to the gym? Well, I’ll tell you, but just be warned that different bodies have different metabolisms and responses to working out, so I can’t guarantee similar results for anyone. This is meant to be testimonial: one perspective of many for you to consider in your workout research (please, please, please, don’t ever take any one blogger’s opinion as universal fact before you verify with other sources… that goes for everything).


I knew I wanted to bulk up my whole body. I knew I didn’t want to spend all night in the gym. I knew I hated cardio and that I really didn’t need to slim down. And I knew that I didn’t want to go to the gym on the weekends. So I structured a realistic workout around those parameters.

The ideal workout that I came up with involved alternating between muscle groups so that I could hit each group twice a week and still have a weeknight free from the gym. I did heavy lifting to address the bulking up, but I started out with a rather elaborate warm-up. You may find that you don’t need to do as much warming up as I did (which you'll soon see), but warmed up and stretched muscles are less susceptible to injury.


Here’s an email from the fall after, explaining my plan to a fellow blogger:

I was working out 4 days a week, 2 days upper body, 2 days abs and lower body. I did a 10-minute warmup on the elliptical, a circuit workout (i.e., one set of each exercise with no rest between) doing 1 warm up set at a low weight with about 15 reps and 2 sets with heavy weights with 6-8 reps. I probably did about 7 or 8 different exercises.

This website is a great resource for finding exercises to work your target areas: http://www.exrx.net/Lists/Directory.html

My gym is right by my office, so it was pretty easy to keep on myself about working out. My main problem was eating when I was hung over (I go out a lot). It typically took me about an hour and a half from when I walked into the gym to when I walked out (changing, shower, stretching, etc. included). If you have a hard time staying trim, you probably want to add some sort of cardio.

I got my results (ended up gaining about 8 or 9 lbs) in about 4 months. I did the same routine for about 5 months, but I plateaued (and probably should have changed it up after the first 2 or 3 months). But everybody's body is different. I had lost about 4 or 5 lbs when I had done that photo shoot.

And that’s what got me in the best shape of my life so far. As I stated I have a naturally slim frame and high metabolism (and I was 25!). It’s quite unlikely that you’d get similar results from an identical workout.

There’s no one workout that works for everyone. Define your goals and research what the experts (plural experts with sound research behind them) suggest for achieving them. Then formulate a realistic plan of attack that will keep you motivated and won’t let you make excuses.


Let me know if you found this series useful. Share your success stories in the comments… or your shortcomings… or let me know if you think I’m talking out of my ass!


Note: I am not a certified fitness/health professional. Just a gym rat who reads a lot.

Click here to check out TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log: Intro.
Click here to check out TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log: My Fitness Journey.
Click here to check out TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log: Food and Diet.
Click here to check out TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log: Making Your Workout WORK !

Saturday, January 8, 2011

This is worse than FourSquare! (Toys for Tots '10 and Calipornia's 30th birthday [observed])




In the same night as Toys for Tots, I had committed to Calipornia's 30th(?) birthday at TriBeCa Cinema, and I had been invited to a holiday party hosted by one of the gay VPs at my new job.

After a couple of vodka tonics (VP status [or at least age] = low-cal mixers only), I raced down to Chelsea on the train. It wasn't til I got out at 23rd street that I remembered I needed a toy to donate! Best believe I went into CVS and got the cutest stuffed Snoopi a 3 year old could hope for (and it fit right into The Blackout Budget)!

image from allmygems.blogspot.com
A short cab ride later (you don't think I was hoofing the 3+ avenue blocks, did you!) I checked my name on the list. I saw the mountain of toys where I was supposed to drop Snoopi, and I hesitated. I mean, we'd kind of bonded over the course of the cab ride. And by bonded, I mean that he would have been an awesome prop.

My first stop (after coat check) was the restroom. Scooting past the stall line, I found the urinals virtually clear (I love gay functions). And who should pass by as I'm washing my hands? The now-estranged boy situation: Grrber. I laughed at the fact that we both happened to be wearing leather top (my blazer and his shirt/jacket combo thingy). We did a quick cheek kiss, and within 2 seconds, he was gone.

. o O (Damn, that's it?)

The party is at Pier 60, which has a capacity of a few thousand people. I now had the fun task of finding people I knew who had managed to get tix while they were still available. Of course, I ran into a Grindr date on the way.

Just after I saw Urban Sprawl's face uncomfortably close to the camera in one of those official group pictures displayed on the jumbotron (a station was set up in one of the far corners), I ran into her with RSTLNE at the central most bar. Eventually, TTT and a couple of other friends found us.

image from gawker.com
Most of the rest of the party I spent watching guys avert their eyes when I caught them staring, seeing pictures of people I knew on the jumbotron but not seeing them in the crowd ("This is worse than FourSquare!"), and gawking over how easy it was to get a drink quickly. Did I mention it was open bar?

Urban Sprawl: "Look at Bloomie on the Jumbotron."
Me (seeing a familiar, well-dressed face on the screen with about 6 other guys): "Who?"
Sprawl: "Uh, Mayor Bloomberg... the mayor of New York City, which is the patch of land you're currently—"
Me: "Look, Bitch. I don't work in City Hall like you, so I'm not so familiar with y'all's pet names for the Mayor... But damn, he looked gay as hell in that picture. I mean he fit right in."

The party as scheduled til about 11. At 10:15, every bar I went to was out of vodka. That was my sign to move on. I obvi wasn't the only one who got this sign because it literally took my walking 2 avenues to catch a cab. By the time I'd arrived at Calapornia's party, it was starting to wind down. Luckily, I was drunk enough not to care about the consequences of listening to the shirtless boys who offered me mini cupcakes with butter-cream frosting.

image from Calipornia's friend's Facebook profile.

At midnight, they were headed to Bartini. On 10th ave. Did I mention that I love that No Parking is a block from the train? Yeah.

Fuck snow. Click here to read about a hot time on Fire Island (FIBO '10).

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Monday, January 3, 2011

TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log (your guide to personal fitness in 2011): How To Make Your Workout WORK


Is working out a chore for you? If so, you’re probably not going to stick with it. As I’ve shown with my other posts, fitness and healthy living really is a lifestyle choice. You go and get a masters degree once; you have that masters for the rest of your life (along with the loan payments). You get in shape for the summer; it’s only going to last as long as your commitment to maintaining it. So all you 25-year-olds who want to be one of those hot daddies in the Pines, you’re in for a lot of early mornings or happy hours spent pumping iron.

The keys to sticking with a workout plan are setting goals (so that you can see your progress and keep motivated), eliminating excuses (so that you can’t justify not going to the gym, even if just for a half hour), and accountability (having to answer to someone else).

Setting Goals

Anyone who has ever worked in sales or any other field where your performance is constantly monitored will tell you how annoying important setting realistic goals is. The same thing goes for getting fit and here’s why: staying motivated for the first couple of weeks is easy. You’re in a new routine; you’re taking charge of a situation and empowering yourself; and it feels great! But often, people who aren’t realistic about their goals (or those who don’t have any) wonder why they haven’t seen any change after all this hard work!

image from reallifecoaching.net

Keep in mind that changes in your body usually happen as a result of your body adjusting to repeated (slight) damage to its muscles or a change in caloric balance (what you consume versus what you burn). Often, it takes several weeks to see results in the mirror. So saying you want to look like Zac Efron with your shirt off may not be so great of a goal to get you through those first few weeks. But losing 6 lbs might be. So might gaining 3 lbs (if you’re looking to bulk up). Or increasing the weight that you use for your reps by 10%. Depending on your body type and routine, these may be quite ambitious goals, but losing 3 lbs when you were aiming for 6 is still tangible progress. And when you add a few months of progress up, your achievement will fuel even more motivation.

Another good way to track your progress is to take measurements (with a tape measure) and pictures (with a camera). While it’s hard to set a concrete and achievable goal based on pictures, before and after photos speak volumes about your progress (as opposed to the mirror, where you see yourself every day). Inches or centimeters lost or gained can easily be incorporated into your fitness goals. But for both of these methods, consistency is key. Take pictures in the same lighting from the same distance with the same posture. If you flex with your first measurement, make a note of it and flex with your follow up measurements. And no sucking in!

Eliminating Excuses

There’s always an excuse to skip a workout plan: “I’m tired;” “I worked late;” “I’m throwing up blood.” Okay, the last one is actually a good excuse for skipping a workout (leaving bodily fluids on gym equipment would be considered improper gym etiquette), but the fact is that if you’re looking, there will always be an excuse. And let’s be honest: skipping one workout won’t kill your routine. It’s when skipping becomes part of your routine that you run into problems.

image from freakingfitness.com

One solution that worked for me: I left my cheap-but-cute gym in Chelsea (almost 40 blocks from my office headed away from home) for the cheap-and-not-so-cute gym that was one block from my office. Ironically, when I was unemployed and living way out in Queens, I had no problem trekking 1.5 hours to the gym on a regular basis. But when my situation changed (moving to Manhattan, working long days, dealing with rush hour on the subway), I had to adjust appropriately and realistically.

Affordability was another factor. I still had a good 3 months left in my contract at the old gym when I joined the new one, but the convenience made the purchase worthwhile. I’d wager most people pay $80-$150/mo for the gym in NYC. I paid about $30 per month for the old gym and $330 up front for 14 months at the current gym (no pool, steam room, or sauna… and towels cost extra). When the newer gym was convenient to work and already paid for, I had no excuse not to go.

I also had a flexible, short workout program. From the time I walked in to the time I walk out is about an hour and a half, including changing and showering. I’d do a warm-up on the elliptical, stretching, agility exercises, and a warm-up weight-lifting set followed by two “real” weight-lifting sets, ending with more stretching. But in a pinch, it’s better to do a truncated workout than to skip all together. If need be, I could do the 3 weight-lifting sets and be out in 30-40 minutes. However, the stretching and warming up help to prevent injury, so I don’t skip them on a regular basis. And the agility exercises? Who knows when you’ll have to pull a Russian out of your back pocket!

If I couldn’t make all my gym days during the week, I knew I had to drag my ass down 100 blocks to the gym on Saturday and get my workout in. Talk about motivation not to skip workouts!

Accountability

Holding yourself accountable to someone can make or break a workout routine. You’re a lot less likely to wimp out because you had a bad day or because you’re hung over if you have to answer to another person because of it. If you can afford it, a trainer can be hugely helpful because, in addition to showing you how to do exercises correctly and safely, s/he is an appointment that you have to keep. All of a sudden, staying up til 3am playing World of Warcraft doesn’t sound like such a great skipping excuse when it means you’ll have to cancel on somebody.

image from onlinevideopersonaltrainingbootcamp.com

And if you can’t afford a trainer, have a workout partner. Ideally, this is someone around your fitness level with similar goals. But you don’t necessarily have to do the same workout as your partner; you guys can show up, greet, and do your own things. As long as the two of you (or more) are accountable to each other, you will motivate each other. People say they’re looking for workout partners on Manhunt, Adam4Adam, and Grindr all the time, but I wouldn’t necessarily recommend being delusional lying to yourself making that the focus of your profile.

I work out by myself, so who holds me accountable? You guys. No seriously. With the pictures I have on Facebook, Twitter, Adam4Adam, Manhunt, Grindr, DudesNude (you get the picture), I really have to keep up my fitness!

One night, I was on RealJock.com’s webcam chat (to promote the blog, of course), and I got this email from a European guy:



Shout out to my frank Euro readers. And in my defense, our living room has awful webcam lighting. In fact, that inspires another nugget of fitness advice: always find the best lighting possible.

Let’s face it: if it were easy to be in shape, everyone would be. It’s a huge commitment, and unless you can stay motivated, you’re setting yourself up for failure. I’m not going to tell you that reading this will make you look like me (rather, like I did two years ago), but if you go into working out with a plan, you’re going to make significant progress. Set realistic goals so that you can see your progress (and where you need to improve) along the way. Make sure you have no excuses to miss workouts by making your gym routine flexible and your gym’s location convenient. And find a workout buddy or hire a trainer so that you’re accountable to someone and have an obligation not to break that external commitment. You may not get a six-pack, but you’ll definitely have swagger to spare.


Note: I am not a certified fitness/health professional. Just a gym rat who reads a lot.

Click here to check out TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log: Intro.
Click here to check out TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log: My Fitness Journey.
Click here to check out TheBlackoutBlog Workout Log: Food and Diet.
Click here to check out TheBlackoutBlob Workout Log: How I Did It.