Jason Rimbaud

Stuffing sodas in a friends purse...maybe I should start hanging out with more drag queens. The only way you would ever be called a creep is if you looked like me...bald is not the new black. I don't think you have any taste at all...though for a lack of taste...you have great taste. Since 2006 huh...in dogs years it's been sixteen years. Boy no wonder I'm so tired. J

I've been a member here for years. I'm pretty sure I could go and find out just how long it was but then I'm way to lazy for that. And just like my horrible grammer skills, I'd rather you'd do all the hard work and I'll stay floundering in ignorance. So what should I talk about in this first Blog Entry. It's not like I'm a stranger to Bloging. I have a Blog over at Awesome Dude that has been going on for days and some say it's entertaining. But then I don't trust people who say that...I've read that Blog and it sucked. If I wouldn't have written that shite, I never would have continued to read that drivel. And on a completely side note, what the hell is going on with LOST this season? Six days ago, I paid out almost forty dollars to watch Shutter Island. $10.75 for one ticket? Really? Six dollars for a large soda (I'm in the business, restaurant business that is, and I know just how much a cup of soda actaully costs, and let me tell you, it's about twenty-five cents per twenty ounce cup, on the outside chance that the cup they put it inside costs one dollar, I'm thinking that's way too much mark up.) not including the other tasty treats "he" had to have. Bing bam bong I'm out $39.75...and I didn't get any afterwards. But I'm not bitter. This old crack head came into my restaurant the other day and asked for matches. Now I live in California, a place that is unbearabley smoke free ( I love to smoke and I'm smoking right now) and no where can you find matches anymore...they aren't illegal but it wouldn't take much more than a squint to make them so. Crack-head says, "Yo man, give me some of that there matches." Server replies, "I'm sorry, we don't have any matches." Crack-head exclaims, "Then how do you light all these freaking candles?" Server says, "We light a stick on fire from the stove." And then the server walks away and goes about her business. Now I saw the server go over and talk to said Crack-head. I have no idea what the server said but once she walks away, I figure Crack-head would go back to whatever rock it lives under. But no, that is not what happens at all. I notice after a few minutes that Crack-head is still over in the corner, waiting for something to happen. So finally I walk over and say, "What's going on?" Crack-head says, "I'm waiting on my stick." I say, "No one is bringing you a stick. I think it's time for you to leave." There was this cute, younger guy making eyes at me on the B.A.R.T. train the other day. I was having one of those good days, I was comfortable with what I was wearing that day. My hair (should I say lack of hair)was okay. I felt good. And this cute guy was hot. So after a few stops, I finally go over and say, "Hi, my name is Jason." This cute guy takes a look at me, one of those looks that start at the head and goes down to the toes and then back up to the head, and says, "Creepy." When did I go from hot and sexy to creepy? Not that long ago, if this would've happened, I would've gotten into his pants. But not so much anymore. When the hell did I get old? Have I really turned into that old creepy guy that tries to pick up young hot men on the subway? Was there a vote? A mass email that went out and everyone got except me? Old age is no respecter of persons I guess. Lucky for me, when I was young and hot, I threw out enough pity f**ks to old creepy guys I should have a few coming my way. Oh well, maybe I need to retire the club days and accept the fact that in gay terms, I am so over the hill I might as well start paying for sex. So that's it, Blog number one at Gay Author's...it seems to be starting out much like the one over at Awesome Dude. At least I'm batting a thousand. Jason

Thank you all. Considering I'm a bit surprised to have made it to 33, not only am I taking full advantage of my age, I am quite proud. Jason R.

rknapp, I wouldn't date you. Not because of your sexuality but because of your age. I don't know what to call myself. I never had a girlfriend but I've always enjoyed the sex I've gotten from women. For a number of years, I had a regular F-Buddy with a female co-worker. The sex was good, mainly because it last over three years and we got to know each other's buttons. Plus she was willing to role reversal. Might I say, that's hot. And yet I've had numerous boyfriends, mostly gay guys but a few bi guys, one who was only bi-curious, and one was a complete straight guy. *shudders* That was a nightmare. If presented with a choice, I would always choose the guy over the girl. I like the male body better, and I damn sure like the attitude and logic that drives the male body as opposed to the emotional rollercoaster that drives the female body, which, with all respect to those ladies out there, confuse the hell out of me. Does this make me gay? Does this make me Bi-Sexual? Does it make me simply a man that takes sex when he can get it? I've gotten a lot of dirty looks and cold shoulders over the years because I'm vocal about my adventures with women. I find, in my experience, that gay people tend to view the world in black and white. Since they aren't interested in the female's body, then they can't understand finding a man that is more than accepting of it. But these are the same people that I wouldn't date anyway so I really don't care. Labels are for people what electric blankets are to humans. A good way to feel warm and cozy all over, but being warm doesn't make you better than anyone else. Jason R.

I didn't vote, mainly because I think I would have a different answer depending on the guy and what his reasons were for staying in the closet. I'm thirty-two and quite comfortable being out. It would be difficult for me to revert back to hiding my relationship from others. Though I think for the right circumstances I'd make an exception. Luckily for me, all the guys I normally date (read have meaningless sex with) are comfortable being gay and since it's usually one night stands, there isn't really a cause of closet dwelling or not. Though that might change very soon considering the events that are transpiring in my life at the moment. Maybe I should come back here in a few weeks and take the poll. Jason R.

I voted that it didn't really matter. And it doesn't. Basically because I don't believe that any human can stay monogamous forever. Even if it's only a "mental cheat", sooner or later it happens to everyone at one time or another. And when that happens, it's up to each individual to decide how to deal with it. Though more than likely, the other person never finds outs, especially if it's just a mental cheat. Jason R. Definition of Mental Cheat: Entering into a non-sexual relationship with another person for the reason of intimate intellectual stimulation. Though this behavior, if given the time to flourish, will become a sexual relationship.

Err, Kevin, your poll is nice and all but you left out a very important option. For the longest time, mostly through my teens and early twenties, I thought the only perk to being gay was that two boys could not get one another pregnant. Just the idea of having kids, gay or straight, makes me feel all nauseous inside. So much so, that I couldn't even take your poll. Years later, and now I know of two perks that goes along with being gay, no kids, and well...I'll keep it rated G. I did find the results of this poll interesting though. Thankfully, this is a question I'll never have to answer. Jason R.

Since this is the thread of song lyrics and no one stipulated whether or not the song lyrics had to be recorded lyrics and put on CD. I've been listening to a song that I wrote and Camy put to music. Though he won't let anyone else listen to it but me. *HINT HINT* H.R.S.A. By: Jason R. Written October 8th, 2006 Let me take you to this place inside my mind Broken feelings angry thoughts I

Thanks Graeme Jason R.

Just a bit off topic, But I was having the same problem with my avatar. How do clear the cache? What is the cache? Jason R. PS: Rknapp, your other avatar was nice, but I really like this new one better.

I know I don't really know that many people here at GA, but since I live so close to San Fran, I would love to go. And though I don't post that often, I do read what the rest of you are posting, and you sound like a bunch of cool peeps. A bit twisted perhaps, but aren't we all. Jason R.

If I may offer another point of view about the real reason, not the reason the Mayor cited in that article, but maybe the real reason they want to create a law. I've worked in bars and restaurants for most of my adult life. And in most of those establishments, they had a dress code. Guys couldn't wear tank-tops, no hats allowed, no thug attire, IE: saggy britches, back wards hats, bling bling, etc etc. This was done not because it offended patrons, but because they wanted to keep out a certain element of society that usually caused the problems. This was the ONLY reason certain liquors weren't sold in those clubs as well. And believe me, it works. Now I'm not saying that the bar or restaurant owners were right or wrong in making this decision, but I could tell you that it made less hassle for the staff as well as the other patrons. Granted, this wasn't a law but more of a choice. The mayor went out of his way to say this law would not be targeting blacks only, yet he had to say that. The media and the citizens of this country would throw him out of office so fast if he even showed a hint of questionable actions. Due a bit a research, and I bet you'll find that town has a high crime rate and maybe even a major problem with gang activity. It's just not about indecent exposure. But here, in America, you can't say certain things. He has a better shot at passing this law, citing indecent exposure then he would ever have citing gang attire. America has gotten so scared to offend people, that we go beyond political correctness. We have entered into stupidity. Before you get in an uproar, I'm not saying that everyone who sags their britches are gang members or even criminals. We all know better than that. I know several guys who sags their britches, and they are all law abiding citizens. And blacks are not the only class of people who are involved in gangs, white, Mexican, Asian gangs are problems, big problems in San Francisco. So much for the city of peace and gay love. Anway. Yet I also live in an area that are filled with gangs. And face it, they all have a dress code they wear, it's a uniform so rival gang members know who's turf they've wandered into. If the Mayor passes that law, the police can start enforcing it, and in the act of enforcing what would be a very stupid law, it would give them the excuse to approach certain individuals. And in the process of citing them for indecent exposure, they could run that person's fingerprints and check to see if any of the those individuals has warrants against them. It would give the police an excuse to stop individuals that they know are criminals, yet they are powerless to approach because America frowns upon racial profiling. For most of this post, I've been playing devils advocate. Do I think it's a stupid law? Yes. And in a perfect world, it would never happen. But unfortunately, America is not a perfect world. We can't, as American's, sit back and let the criminal get away with destroying our home from within. In the wake of Rodney King, the police has been bound by stupid restrictions, frivolous lawsuits, and fear of being called racist. Nowadays, most of the police departments spend more of their time searching for drunk drivers then they do trying to stop crime. Why? One, it brings in more money than busting criminals. And two, the public has tied their hands so tightly, that a hint of racism or racial profiling, and that officer is suspended indefinitely. I'm no fan of police, believe me, but I know personally of a officer that was approached by a drug dealer while he was off duty and in street clothes. When he pulled his badge from his pocket, the drug dealer attacked him and in the struggle, the officer broke the drug dealers arm. The drug dealer sued the police department, and the officer was fired. Why, because the officer had three beers with dinner and the lawyers claimed that he used unnecessary force because he was drunk. The drug dealer, a known criminal was released and the police not only paid his doctor bills but gave him a settlement as well. Okay, I think I went off topic and began ranting. I guess what I'm trying to say, before you automatically dismiss this law, maybe try and find out why they want it passed. And if you find out some old lady is being offended because the neighbor kids are showing off their boxers, then lets all fight this law. But it might be for the reason I cited above, though I'm just guessing, it could very well be election year. Jason R.

I found out about this site through Awesome Dude. I joined over a year ago but didn't start really delving into the site until a few weeks ago. For some reason, I thought only hosted authors could share their stories here. How I missed eFiction I'll never know, but I'm liking it. But what really caught my attention was the poetry forum. I'll admit it, I love writing poetry almost as much as writing stories. This site has it all. Very cool. Jason R.

Confessions are really tricky things. Sometimes the only way to keep a secret is to never talk about it. But....then we wouldn't have this really cool thread would we? So I'll go, I confess that I once had sex with my best friend, Jason, the night before his wedding. His wife still doesn't know about it two years later. And the very next day, at the reception, I had sex with the other groomsman in the kitchen pantry. His girlfriend/now wife doesn't know about that either. Jason R. Hmmm, maybe I shouldn't...ever...never...be included in weddings. Lots to consider.

Chameleon Boy By Blue October I change my color for you I shed my coat with caution I lack the beauty you display See here they are the bruises Some were self-inflincted Some showed up along the way So I nod my head I'm ready for the world to see The secret I kept here inside the man you thought I'd be I slip into coma calm The coma where I calm myself down Here come excuses Why I let you down Stand by for another break down Sound off the alarm Is this the chameleon boy I swore I wouldn't become Chameleon Boy So now we've come upon the hardest thing I've ever done It's telling you that I'm a mess What sort of mess I mean is self destructive gasoline The kind that strips you of your best While I play instead The way that most would end up dead You sleep alone at home and wish that I were in our bed With this I'm telling you my color changes back to blue How do I ask you this? Will you help me through? I try to think of all the people I looked up to While growing up who would I be? Now the twisted part...Where did all of my idols end up? They all past away