Manhattan Offender

Meet my neighbors, Jeremiah and Karla, and? Maybe come meet me.

Jeremiah and Karla have been my downstairs neighbors for years. Over time we've held door for each other, and, if feeling particularly outgoing, we've said "hello". Recently we've met through our shared involvement in the Marriage Equality movement. It's strange how the struggle is bringing together people that don't know each other, and bringing closer people that do. Sunday evening will see a large rally in Astoria's Athens Square Park . Beforehand, I've invited a few thousand people to come to Studio Square Beer Garden starting at two to rev up for the rally. Hopefully some of you can come out and we can come together too.

Assistance needed - Ruben Diaz, Sr. might just be hiding something, or, maybe tucking something away

From two different places have come rumors of a transsexual having relations with Bronx Senator Ruben Diaz, Sr.  Diaz is the preacher that recently bussed in Latin evangelicals from New Jersey and Connecticut to have a anti-Marriage rally in Manhattan.   For Diaz to be a trannie-chaser would be an interesting development.  Perhaps an investigative trip to Escuelita is in order.  If you have more information, please contact me.

Well, Paris Hilton is in town for the FiFi awards. Um. Whatever.

Live- Marriage Equalty response to that California bullshit

Street cruising alive and well in Jackson Heights

Following is a letter sent to friends in Jackson Heights after having dinner in their home last night:

Dear [redacted] and [redacted],

Thanks for the company for dinner last night.

I left your place and turned toward Trade Fair so I could stop by Citibank on the way home.  A guy caught my eye and I gave him a quick once over.  He didn’t look my way, but another guy (less attractive) noticed me noticing the other guy and started following me.  At the first corner I was able to cross the street with the light and I had thought him gone.  At the next corner he caught up to me.  

He was very country-bumpkin type Latino with very sweet eyes and smile, but not really attractive.  To nip it in the bud, I quickly told him that I didn’t live nearby and that I was on my home.  This confused him so we switched to Spanish for the rest of the conversation.  He then offered to walk me to the subway, to which I agreed.  By this point I was pretty amused.  

As we walked down the street, he attempted to rub my butt.  A lot.  There were no people behind us, but still I told him that his behavior was inappropriate.  I also told him that if he wanted my attention, he should rub me on the front side.  He followed me into the Citibank and stood next to me as I transacted.  At this point he rubs me in the front and I get a boner, as one does when rubbed in the front.  I tell him that now I have to hide that as I continue on the way home.  

He asks me to walk into Vaseline Alley and I decline.  He asks for my phone number and I decline.  He mentions my neighborhood is very close and I agree that it is, but tell him that I’m quite tired.  He asks if he can give me a hug and I say, “Yeah, sure.”  He tries during the hug to impress me with his tumescent wiener and fails.

I wished him a good night and got on the subway.

Your neighborhood; it is very you.

Rod

 

So, like, proposing "child-free" areas in public parks would probably get the mommy-squads all pissy, right?

Let the sunshine in, indeed.

From Sunday's Marriage Equality rally.
Via those wonderful boys.
(Your writer's laptop is on the fritz. Posting will be erratic until the Genius Bar is visited. But posting as been erratic here for a long time, so maybe you wouldn't notice.)

Faces of love - Pro-marriage, pro-love, pro-equality rally!

Faces of hate - the scene at Seator Ruben Diaz's circus of anti-equality and anti-marriage and anti-decent graphic design

What this town needs is more sassy taggers