Who's not cut out to be a blogger?! ME, bitches.
I've been way too busy with work and the general BS that goes along with life to write.
But here's a recap for the few friends that take the time every now and then to read this. In the past few months I've come to the realizations that:
1) As I had originally thought, ME and Fag Hags don't mix. I don't like strange co-dependent relationships where my time is manipulated by some needy fat chick who can't stand being alone. In fact, fag hags bug the fuck out of me, and I found myself being mean to the one I was hanging out with. I'm not proud of that. It's not cool to be mean to someone just becuase you find them annoying. (It's loads of fun, but it makes for very bad karma) So I decided to check out of that friendship.
2) You can have too many friends. Having moved to LA, I've met a lot of people. Most of them retarded lame-asses with no real ambitions other than bar-hopping and gym routines. I'm starting to value my lone time more than hanging out with a bunch of socially-stunted gays with the mentalities of high school girls.
That said... I think the biggest differences between LA and NY so far have been:
1) Driving. Duh. Totally sucks when youre used to downing a dirty ketel martini with a couple xanax. That doesn't really work when you have to get your car from valet, sit behind the wheel, and navigate the streets of LA- where I swear everyones drinking and driving.
2) The people. I'm sure there are great brillant ambitious people in this city. I've met several, but they're diffused in this sea of half-witted wannabes who seem to comprise the majority of the young demographic in this city. There's not the pulse of intelligentsia that reverbs through Manhattan, and a lot of that has to do with the entertainment industry. The museums here suck, the LA Times is a piece of shit, and people tend to know more about the new fall TV line-up than Bush's current foreign policy. So yeah, LA people are tacky dipshits with ugly clothes.
So yes, I'm moving back to New York sooner than later. In the meantime, I am enjoying LA despite my greivances.
I'm off to the gym and beach now. Ta ta.
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Nice to hear from you at last!
About fag hags: perhaps I've just been lucky, but all the women I'd call my "hags" are nothing like what you and many other gay men describe. They're not secretly in love with me, they have their own lives (actually, they have more social lives than I do), and they're not at all co-dependent. Therefore, I use "fag hag" as a term of endearment, whereas a lot of my brethren use it as a term of abuse or derision. What gives?
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