28th Oct2004

The One Where Carlton Plays Me In The TV Movie…

by Will

OK, I think I’ve completed the “Race Traitor” blog series…

I am so NOT a race-centered, Black Power kind of person. Anyone can tell you this. My a cappella group members ROUTINELY reminded me “Hey, I’m Blacker than you, Will!” My fucking a cappella group! Can you imagine being punked by an a cappella group? That’s like being an able-bodied, healthy person who loses the Special Olympics! That’s wrong, I know. But I had to get the point across (Love you, Last Call!)

I was the laughing stock of Cornell’s Africana Dept because I wasn’t Black enough. I was “pre-encounter” as they liked to call it.

Well, fuck ’em. I bamboozled them into signing off on my joint major, and for a pre-encounter boy, I sure have a pretty certificate that says otherwise…

I’m Black enough to get away with the jokes, and isn’t that really all that matters? 😛

Anyway, I’m not sure where all those posts came from. I think it was just stuff I always wanted to say, but felt I shouldn’t.

Anyway, I figure it’s time to stop before Ossie Davis and his NAACP pals show up at my door, looking pissed.

‘Cause you know what’ll happen next: They’ll kill me. But wait, there’s more.

Next, they’ll make a movie about it. It’ll be one of those BET Originals. AKA, “Shit not worth the film it’s on, starring Shemar Moore.” I swear, Shemar Moore is a beautiful man. Even I must admit that. He’s like the male Halle Berry. But he couldn’t act his way out of a Taiwanese whorehouse. For some reason, though, he’s the modern day Robert Redford of Black Cinema, which, as I’ve already covered, means nothing. Anyway, I’ve gotten off track.

So, they’ll make a movie about how vile and brainwashed I was to spout such evil about my race. But here’s the kicker. They’ll create some random, non-existent character for Shemar to play. He’ll be from the wrong side of the tracks, where they didn’t celebrate Halloween and he’ll really be into getting shit for free. They’ll paint it like we grew up together or something. I mean, he brings in the female viewership, so he’s a given.

In the meantime, I’ll, of course, be played by an aged Alfonso Ribiero. Yup, Carlton Banks, himself…

But the real turning point of the whole film will be the Snoop cameo. You know, where he and the Wayans Brothers work on the same garbage truck that drives down Ruby Dee’s street. Do I know Ruby Dee? No. Have I ever met her? No. But, it’s in the contract. There’s gotta be a role for Ruby Dee.

OK, I’ve done enough, They say “bad things come in threes” and this marks “Crazy Will’s A Racist” post #3. I really need to stop blogging drunk, and I need new material. Starting to feel like Jeff Foxworthy or something…

23rd Oct2004

The One Where I Tear Apart The African Heritage Movie Theatre

by Will

You ever had something you really needed to say, but KNEW you shouldn’t even open your mouth. I’m at that point now. Something’s been bothering me for years, and I just have to talk about it. I’ve gotta warn that this is my “Bill Cosby Goes Apeshit on His People” speech, so if you’ve got a weak stomach, scroll down to where I talk about comics or something. I just know the Council’s gonna take away my rhythm and love of chicken…

First off, Black people need to make better movies. This mess is unwatchable. You see, about 10 yrs ago, some corporate entity created the “African Heritage Movie Theatre”, where each month, some syndicated station shows a movie that’s supposedly “important to our heritage”. Well, Black folks don’t exactly have a “Citizen Kane” to be proud of, so the bar was set a bit lower. When the whole program started, you might get “Coffy”, or on a good day, “Cooley High”. But over the yrs, they’ve been moving through the decades. As the yrs rolled on, the quality got worse.

Plus, as some kind of bastard caveat, each movie has a cameo by Ruby Dee and/or Ossie Davis. You see, these two are, somehow, the oldest married Black couple alive. If you can’t tell, Black marriage survival rates ain’t the best, you know, with divorce, abandonment, and hypertension running rampant. So, Ruby and Ossie were like the first black actors or something. And how cute? They ended up getting married. So, for some reason, every Black movie from the past 40 yrs has them in some capacity, even if Ossie plays “garbageman #3”. I think it’s in the contract for every movie: “Find a role for Ruby or Ossie!” So, to cap off this cute little nothingness, Ruby and Ossie host each presentation of the African Heritage Movie Theatre. And it’s so damn cheesy. Ruby’ll say something like, “In this next scene, watch for the garbageman. I thought he was such a hunk!” and then Ossie will follow up with something like, “Oh, go on, now!” Such trifling married banter. But I’ve gotten off-topic.

Bad Black movies. Why can’t we make a good, entertaining, substantial film, without the Wayans’ involvement, and without a Snoop cameo? I had no life in high school, so I’ve watched this mess since the beginning. On a good Saturday, I might’ve gotten “The Color Purple”. But not anymore. Today, I got “Graffiti Bridge”, with Prince and Morris Day.

Now, let me say that “Purple Rain” was a good Prince movie. But there is NO such thing as a good Morris Day movie (Yes, I KNOW he was in “Purple Rain” Forget about that for the moment). In fact, I’ve spent the last few years trying to even understand Mr. Day’s popularity. So, Morris was the poison of this film. That, and the fact that it’s Prince during his religious kick. Which brings me to my next off-color remark: Black people have an interesting interpretation of the Bible.

Prince, or TAFKAP, or “The Artist”, has ALWAYS oozed sex, but even at his holiest, he couldn’t give up the women. I’ve noticed over time, and this is NOT a blanket, groundless generalization, that in the Black community, adultery isn’t really looked at as a “sin”, per se. It’s more of a “that nigga done fucked up.” It’s less about what God’s gonna do to you, and more about what “yo’ baby mama’s” gonna do. I’ve always found that strange. It’s like everything in the Bible pertaining to sex, Black people seem to have regarded as “Oh, that’s something The Man put in there to keep us down!’ I’ve never been able to get down with such devout pick-and-choose religion. If you’re unsure about something that major, then you’re unsure about a lot of the tenets. But don’t act like you’re on your way to Glory as you’re scanning the club for easy prey… Wow, that was kinda preachy.

But please, just make some good movies. ‘Cause one of these days, I’m gonna have to spend time with my kids. You know, it’s gonna be court-ordered and shit, so I’ll HAVE to do it. And what easier way to kill time than watch TV? On the path we’re traveling, it’s only a matter of time before ‘Soul Plane” is deemed worthwhile to our heritage. I’m sorry, but Mo’nique squeezing into a stewardess uniform ain’t really gonna enhance the Civil Rights Movement in any shape or form…

But wait, there’s more! Black people, please stop marrying ugly people. I swear, it’s like Black ugly people are seeking out other ugly people, and it’s bad for our future. Just look at the Jet or Ebony society pages. For the uninformed, Jet is that magazine that hangs out next to Soap Opera Digest, you know, with all the Black people on the cover. Half of these brides look like horses, while the guys just look like they’re glad they chased down SOMEBODY. But let’s look to the future. These creatures are going to have offspring, and two wrongs do NOT make a right! Let’s nip this in the bud. Stop ugly intermarriage.

Man, I went too far today….

18th Oct2004

Cornell Homecoming 2004

by Will

Quotes of the Weekend

“Save a horse…Ride a Hotelie”

“Holy Shit! There’s nothing in this refrigerator but BEER!”

“Filipinos are accidents. They’re the result of sex between Africans and Koreans.”

“Gay IS a disease! It can be cured by antibiotics. When we were younger, when we started feeling gay, we’d go out and play some football. Then, we just realized it was another excuse to touch each other…”

God, I miss Cornell!

And I love you, Last Call. Before this weekend, I thought you were the little disobedient kid that didn’t want to hear from your elders. But now, I realize you’re all grown up and capable of getting along without me. I’m so proud of you boys, and your new guys are AWESOME! Can’t wait for SUX!!!

Oh yeah, I PROMISE I’m gonna conclude “Westman: Disassembled” this week, so stay tuned!

08th Oct2004

Running Commentary of Presidential Debate ’04 II

by Will

Running Commentary of Presidential Debate ’04 II

How’d Charles Gibson get chosen for this? Is “Good Morning America” hard-hitting news? Will Matt Lauer be hosting the next round? Where are the REAL journalists?

W looks kinda robotic this round. He does whatever Kerry does. Kerry waves, W-bot waves…

Gotta love Kerry and his “thank you’s”. He never fails with these, and he’s like a hood-rat winning an American Music Award. Only person he forgets to thank is “The Big Man Upstairs…”

W doesn’t look comfortable holding a mic. He’s like the dad making a toast at a wedding, who’s never really spoken publicly before…

“After 9/11, we had to learn to look at the world differently.” He’s starting the heroic grandstanding already…

“Thought there was weapons there.” Shouldn’t he have said “were”?

Couldn’t they have shppied some minorities to Missouri, just for the night? Nelly’s from St. Louis! Was he too busy to pose a few crunk questions?

So, it’s basically John “Reach Out To Our Allies” Kerry vs. George “The ‘W’ Stands for All The Hard Work” Bush…

Still accusing of “wrong war, wrong time, wrong place”…

W’s listing the contents of his political Black Book. Wow, you talk to Tony Blair, how special that must be for you!

“The war on terror is about making sure these terrorist organizations don’t get weapons of mass destruction!” Yo, Joe, indeed! We’re going after Destro next….

Hey, they found a Black chick!

He’s rambling again…”brought in front of a judge”

I love W’s little pompous nod he does when he concludes each rebuttal…

W’s going all “Blinky Bill” right now. It’s like a nervous twitch or something…

“Military’s job is to win the war. The president’s job is to win the peace.” Nice

Kerry, you’re not answering the Iran question. You’re mudslinging like W. Answer the question. What would you do?

Actually, you DID scowl…

W’s got a good ‘Dr. Phil” act going, walking around, working the crowd…

W mentions the internet as if it’s some kind of mythological beast of lore: ” I’ve heard there are rumors on the…’internet’…” You could almost see him wanting to make those little quote gestures with his fingers…

Still can’t pronounce “peninsula”

That “forget about the draft” promise was the equivalent of his dad’s “Read my lips” speech, and we all remember how THAT turned out…

2nd Reagan reference of the night. Who’ll be the first to namedrop Clinton?

W just broke the rules of the debate. Now, he’s got beef with Gibson. “No, let me answer this!”

Whoa, Kerry…I think I’m sold…

That “intelligence” reference was a veiled attack on two levels. Well played, Kerry…

“Hard work” reference. Republicans drink a shot!

“Working overtime”…SOCIAL!

Drug discount cards? THAT’S your defense?

W’s first to mention Clinton, moves back three spaces…

Did W just wink at somebody?

3rd Reagan reference..Man, we’ve gotta add those to the rules for the drinking game…

Kerry oh so loves those tacky website plugs…

Black dude in the audience looks pissed…”They told me Beyonce was gonna be here!”

“Tax Cut Question Guy”, we’ll call him “Fratboy Dave”, doesn’t look too pleased with Kerry’s answer…

“It’s not credible”. Ah, that brings back memories of “Not gonna do it, wouldn’t be prudent…”

“You can run, but you can’t hide”? What’s that all about?

One hour in, and no “gay marriage” question? They shipped in some Black folks, so you just KNOW there’s gotta be a petgroomer and his antique dealing partner in the audience SOMEWHERE!

Love how W stammered over the “Common Sense Policy”

“The quality of the air’s been cleaner since I’ve been President.” Conceited much?

Ooh..not in good taste with the whole Red Sox knock, Kerry. They take the Curse of the Bambino VERY seriously…

“President that believes in science”? That just alienated the Bible Belt! And you’d been doing SO well, Kerry…

Why’s Kerry calling Gibson “Charlie”? Are they secretly golfing buddies or something?

W’s really harping on this “Kerry doesn’t show up for votes” thing. Did Kerry forget W’s birthday or something? ‘Cause he’s clearly bitter about something…

“Need some wood”? Oh, W! You little minx!

Wow, another Black guy!

Way to namedrop Teen Wolf, Kerry. Like Alex P. Keaton’s REALLY gonna win you some votes…

Wow, Kerry just told us he’s friends with Superman! Fucking SUPERMAN! Now, tell me. WHo are YOU voting for NOW?

I think W won the whole Stem Cell battle via “forced emotion” alone…

Gotta love that nod…

Climate’s shifting towards “Disciple vs. The Scientist”…

Something tells me W doesn’t fully understand the Dred Scott case. It’s one of those cases we all know by name, like Roe v. Wade, but couldn’t really argue if there was a gun to our heads. A good namedropping case…Makes one sounds intelligent…usually…

W just said “legislay-TORS”. They sounds evil. Are those new enemies we’ll be bombing in the coming months?

“I respect that…place you’re coming from.” That’s “Kerry” for “I’m about to disappoint you”

“It’s never quite as simple as the President would like for you to believe.” Truer words were never spoken…

Nice final question!

Ooh..”Mistakes appointing people?” Any of them rhyme with “Gondapeeza”?

WOULD Saddam still be in power? Interesting thought to leave us with…

I always laugh when Kerry says “kill”. It’s so cute…

“Thanks, it’s been enjoyable.” Somebody’s lying….

Wow, he busted out “haters” & “nexus” in one phrase. Talk about catering to the extremes. Somebody got a thesaurus & ebonics lessons since the last debate….


Well, this round….

It’s a close one…

I think Kerry works better when not answering questions…but I don’t feel W really told us anything he’d do differently. But then again, his whole campaign is about “staying the course”…For now, I’m giving it to Kerry. We’ll check back in next Wednesday….

13th Sep2004

Yay! New Season Of Syndicated TV!

by Will

Well, here it is, folks! September 13th. As any pop culture aficionado knows, today is the beginning of the syndicated television season. Forget all the network hype surrounding “Joey” and “The Apprentice” and “Lost”. Today brings us new episodes of “elimiDATE”, “Blind Date”, “Ambush Makeover” and “Starting Over.”

For the UPN crowd, “Girlfriends” is now five days a week. It’s Black-tastic! Or is it Black-tacular? Either way, it’s Black…

There are a couple of new shows that won’t make it to Christmas, like “The Tony Danza Show”, “The Larry Elder Show”, and “Live Like A Star.” if history’s taught us anything, shows named after their star tend not to last long. It’s almost like they didn’t try:

“What are we gonna call this thing?”

“I dunno….what’s the dude’s name?” ”

“Tony Danza…”


“You know…he’s the guy who’s the boss…’


“No, the ‘other boss.’ You know…’Angela…Mona…Jonathan…Saman-ta..’ C’mon, he used to say, ‘A-oh, Oh-A!'”

“Yeah…whatever…we’ll just call it the Tony Banta show, then.”

“‘Danza’…’Tony Danza’..”


On a side note, I know this is a talk show, but has Tony Danza EVER played a character NOT named ‘Tony’? It’s like they were afraid he’d forget his lines if he had to answer to any name other than his own. Anyway…

Some old pros are back, like Dr. Phil and Oprah. Speaking of Oprah, you know that crazy bitch gave every member of today’s studio audience a NEW CAR?!!! That’s one crazy bitch…

But, as with all syndicated seasons, some shows must die so that others may live. This Fall, we say goodbye to “On Air: with Ryan Seacrest”, “Ricki Lake”, “Ex-Treme Dating”, and “The 5th Wheel”.

So, take a sick day from work, stay up real late at night, or set your Tivo, ’cause the syndy season is off and running!

02nd Sep2004

Magic Shave Turned Me Into Firemarshall Bill

by Will

Boy, today sure sucked…

1) I didn’t get that job. I didn’t know if I could really do what they were asking, but I was willing to try. Anyway, the chick just kinda fumbled on my voicemail. The professional equivalent of “It’s not you, it’s me…”. Man, if she’d mentioned that she was a lesbian, my life would’ve come full circle…

2) I burned my face using Magic Shave. For the uninformed, as a Black man, a razor is your worst enemy. Well, the Grand Dragon of the local KKK is your worst enemy, but a razor is a cross-burning distant second. So, there’s this powder called “Magic Shave” that’s a chemical which removes the hair. Anyway, leave it on too long, and it’ll irritate your skin. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I got to work, and noticed there was basically blood on the surface. It had take off a good bit of my epidermis. And it was predominantly just on the right side of my face. So, I spent the day looking like Two-Face, which burned until I numbed it with an icepack. It also didn’t help that a guy at work called me “Firemarshall Bill”. That asshole…

3) I lost my man! No, it’s not what it sounds like. Well, I guess it is. Anyway, Cheesecake Factory guy’s been spending a lot more time in H&M. But it’s not for me! Apparently, he’s met one of the authentic H&M ga…i mean, “guys”….Well, there goes that source of attention….

4) For the second week in a row, my comic total came to about $50. This is absurd. Especially when I think how these things used to cost a fraction of what they do now. Of course, I wasn’t alive then, and the same could be said for gas and food, but still….why should 22 pages of colored paper cost $3.50? I’ve GOT to drop some titles….

5) I can’t go to Boston anymore. I was planning on visiting Tarek for Labor Day, but H&M has fucked with my schedule as they’re so prone to do. I need out. I can’t take that job anymore. And I really needed that trip, too….

22nd Aug2004

What An Epically Fucked Up Night In DuPont…

by Will

WARNING: The following is the longest, most drunken, most deplorable and shameful post I’ve ever written for this blog. This seriously bleeds into the “too much info” category and I probably shouldn’t even share it, but I’m so mad that i have to get it all out. Bear with me…

Tonight….fuckin’ tonight…So, work sucked today because I was hungover from Bethesda bar-hopping with Davis last night, and only getting 4 hrs of sleep. Not only was it a typical busy H&M Saturday, but the server went down, so we had to manually approve each credit card transaction, which caused our lines to be LONG! Anyway, after work, I had plans with Natalie.

Natalie and I went to a Loverware Party @ Night Dreams, a sex shop in Bethesda. Hosted by DC 101, the guest of honor was Victoria Zdrok, Penthouse’s Pet of the Year 2004. It was…interesting… Honestly, Victoria was kinda busted. And the sex shop was kinda disappointing. I think the shady Ithaca one had more to offer than this place. In the meantime, the event had an adverse effect on me ’cause it made me depressed. While in there, I realized “There’s a sexual world out there, and I have nothing to do with it!” Seriously, where’s my sex? A place like that makes you realize just how many people are screwing, and it hurts to not be in that number….At the same time, Natalie’s walking around going, “I want this…and this…” And it got to me ’cause she’s gonna use the shit. With some girl. No particular girl at the moment, but give it time…So, when the thing was finally over, she asked what was wrong with me, and I told her. Yeah, I’m too honest. Then she goes into this thing about “it happens when you least expect it” and “you gotta stop looking…” blah blah. All shit I’ve heard before. I’m tired of these games: You’re too nice, you’re gay. You have to make a concerted effort to appear uninterested in order to interest a woman. WTF?!! I’m sick of this mindgame shit.

So, after she dropped me off, I got ready for the second phase of the night with Brett. Once at Nation, I immediately see this beautiful girl dancing with her friends. I mean, she was smoking. She looked like Jessica Biel. And the cute part was she almost looked like she was counting while she danced. She had some moves, but she was definitely getting points for effort. I danced around her. but not with her. I thought her friends were trying to keep her away, so I didn’t press the issue. Eventually, after a few more drinks, I tell Brett how much I want the girl, and he’s all like, “Talk to her.” I didn’t know what to say, so he took his drunk ass and went to talk to her for me. I pretended I didn’t know. He told her I was straight, thought she was attractive, etc. She told him I should come over and talk for myself. So, after pounding a Long Island, I make my way over to her, not knowing what to say. First off, I apologized for Brett ’cause I had to make it look like I hadn’t put him up to it. We started talking, and she was a cool, beautiful girl. But there’s more…the kicker was when she told me her future plans. You see, she just graduated from college and her major was RUSSIAN!!! And in a few weeks, she’s off to grad school in RUSSIA!!! I told her about my Russian past, and she couldn’t believe it. After we exchanged a few Russian pleasantries, we were really hitting it off.. When the good music started, we were back on the dance floor, and I was grinding her like you wouldn’t believe. There were points where I thought, “I should make a move”, but I can’t bring myself to be that guy. Unfortunately, I was drunk, and I think I lost my rhythm at one point. It was then that a gay guy just swooped in and snatched her from me. Later on, I saw her and she told me she was going to find a friend she came with. I found her in the other dance room, chilling with some Black dude; I’d been replaced….

So, Brett and I left, and decided we were too drunk to come home, so we went to Soho for coffee. Soho’s right next to Apex, which is where Natalie went tonight, so I called her up. She met us outside, and went to Soho with us. Now, this is where shit gets twisted….

I’m drunk as shit, and brazenly hitting on Natalie. So, she likes girls. I’m drunk. What do I care? So, I’m making an ass of myself, but it’s cool ’cause she knows I’m drunk.

Next thing I know, these two guys, George and Tony sit at our table. I kinda see them looking at me, but I pretend to ignore it ’cause we’re in DuPont at this point, and I don’t wanna send any mixed signals. Next thing I know, Tony’s telling me that I’m a beautiful man. George, then, says that I’m the most beautiful man he’s seen all night. Well, Holy Shit! I’m getting hit on by some gay guys! They’re older, like late 30’s, but they definitely seem interested. Now, I’m weirded out ’cause I don’t swing that way, but at the same time, flattered ’cause, c’mon, “Most beautiful man all night”?!! that’s some heavy shit.

So, we all start shooting the shit, and all of a sudden, George is like “Are you 100% straight?” I was like, “Yeah, I am.” Natalie, trying to be cute, chimes in, “No, he’s like 50%, max”. You see, here’s a little variable I’ve never blogged about before. As much as I’m into the girl, she’s got this hang-up where she doesn’t exactly believe I’m entirely straight. In fact, she kind of thinks of it as some kind of sick game to try to turn me. I think it’d be some kind of HRC accomplishment for her to do so. Maybe she gets double coupons this month if she’s successful.

So, of course this little tidbit stokes the fires, and Tony and George wanna hear more. He finds out that she likes girls, and then he’s like, “Dude, why are you chasing a lesbian? You’re in denial!” I’m like, “Denial of what?” He responds, “C’mon man. Don’t bullshit me! I was like you. When I was in my early 20’s, I got married. I had a kid. But I was fooling myself. I wasn’t being true to myself.”

He continues with, “You love this girl because she’s safe. Don’t get me wrong. She’s a beautiful girl, but you love her because you know you can’t have her. But it’s the closest you’re willing to go in order to be with someone who’s not straight.”

Brett’s just sitting there, kinda laughing at the absurdity of the whole thing, but Natalie becomes fucking Juror # 1. She seems to be agreeing with the guy. He asks her why she’s dating me, and she says we’re not dating. She tells him we were dating, but it just didn’t work out. Now, that’s fuckin’ news to me! Whenever I’d even attempt to call our shit dates, she’d get all weirded out ’cause “things change when you start dating”. So, here I am being attacked ’cause I’m “in denial”, and the past few weeks have apparently been a sham.

Brett and Tony disappear, and I go into my explanation of how I’m willing to acknowledge an attractive man, but that doesn’t mean I want to sleep with him. Quite the contrary. I can’t fathom the idea of sex with a man. I seriously can’t. Hell, I hate my own penis, so how can i go about dealing with those of others? I LOVE women. We won’t get graphic, but there are things women have that a man can never attain. I appreciate an attractive anything, be it man, woman, or sunset. I don’t feel as comfortable acknowledging attractive women because women tend to be catty and jealous, and being raised by women, I was conditioned that you’re just asking for trouble if you open Pandora’s Box in that dept. Don’t tell a woman that another woman is attractive.

This explanation seems to satisfy George. He says that I’m just a secure, heterosexual male. But no, Natalie can’t seem to let it die. She goes on about how I’m perfect, and how if I was a woman, it’d be on. But I’m just in the wrong package. The knife twists. So, George harps back on how futile it is for me to be pining for a lesbian. I tell him I’m a dreamer, and I guess I’m holding out for that tiny part of her that does want me. She sits there quietly.

Another blog I neglected to post was from last Saturday. You see, I got drunk, and a few revelations. I realized, as much as I want her, Natalie doesn’t not feel the same about me. Sure, she loves me. Just not IN love with me. She doesn’t want me. I’m safe, and nice, and care about her, but it’s not about…desire. And like an self-respecting drunk, I called her and told her this. Long story short, she didn’t deny any of it. Basically, this time has just taught her how much she really likes girls. What luck have I!!!

Fast-forward back to tonight. She considers my phone call last week to be when I “broke up” with her. Hello?!!! Didn’t know we were on that level. There’s a part of her that’s joking, but also a serious part.

So, here I have Tony and George telling me how foolish I am for pursuing this, and I have Natalie basically in silent agreement. She stands by her whole, “we tried and it didn’t work out, so stop dwelling” stance. Sorry, but I don’t remember all this!

So, then George starts trying to buy me a drink. He’s all like, “OK, I am gay. Do I have a shot?” I CRACK UP LAUGHING. He’s got balls, I’ll give him that. Now, here he is, psychoanalyzing me, and then he tries to take me home! I was like, “No, you don’t have a shot!” But he kept plying us all with drinks, so when Brett agreed, I was like, “fine, you can get me a drink.” He kept suggesting espresso, so I guess he wanted to make sure I stayed awake for awhile tonight….

Finally, Tony is like, “Do you find me attractive?” What are you supposed to say when you’re on the spot like that? I was like, “Yeah, you’re cute.” “But do you find me hot?” he asked. I told him I didn’t have feelings like that. I didn’t know him to know if he was hot. At a glance, he’s cute. He said, “I want you to listen to those words. You need to listen to the words that you are speaking. And I want you to respect this woman, ” as he puts his arm around Natalie. Ok, not really sure how I disrespected Natalie, but this was turning into a bad sci-fi movie where your ally has been a spy all along. She seemed pretty comfortable nestled up with him, as Tony suggested I be honest with myself. He said, “You love this woman, but you know it cannot be. You are hiding from something. You must be honest with yourself. What was your name again?”

George chimed in with, “You shouldn’t be like this. You should be proud of who your are. You are a handsome Black man. You shouldn’t take shit off of anybody. It took me awhile to learn that, and I’m not Black. I’m a White guy. From Switzerland. But I learned that. You should go out there, with your head up, and say ‘fuck you!’ You should never be afraid to be who you truly are!”

This is when the real shit hit the fan. Tony stands up, offers me his hand, and says, “My name is Antonio Guerra, and you are gay. You are in denial, and you are scared, but you should know that there’s nothing to fear. You have friends here for you. We will support you.” I didn’t take his hand. I just sat there, dumbfounded. I can’t believe he fucking tried to OUT me in a damn coffeeshop in such an AA fashion. I just looked at him. This bastard was standing here, trying to welcome me to the fold!!! Brett thought it was hilarious, which, had it happened to anyone else, I probably would’ve laughed too.

Everyone seemed so convinced, and there was nothing I could do to change anyone’s mind. I didn’t say anything. Brett started to light a cigarette. “Brett, give it to me,” I said. Yes, I did what I never thought I’d do. I guess I have a real reason to hate those Truth.com kids now. Yes, I smoked my first cigarette. Brett was all like, “Don’t just inhale. Just let yourself take it in.” Fortunately, I didn’t choke or start coughing or anything. In fact, I only had about 3 puffs. Enough to relieve the stress, but also enough to know that I’m not cut out to be a smoker.

So, everyone seemed pretty satisfied, and the conversation turned back to bullshit, such as the fact that George was a chef at a popular G-town restaurant, etc. Then, he acknowledged that I hadn’t said anything since my apparent “outing”, so he gave me the floor. I told them I had nothing to say. I was drunk, sleepy, and had nothing to say. They said I was using it as an excuse, but to give it time….

So, I was ready to go, as was Brett. Natalie wanted us to walk her to her car. George and Tony are asking for our numbers. They want to get together again. Natalie and Brett actually gave them to them. Tony wanted me to have his number in case I “needed anything”. I guess he wants to be my coming out coach. I was like, “Yeah, I’ll get it from those guys…” Like Hell I will!

We said our goodbyes, walked Natalie to her car, and I cussed the entire fucking way home…

So, to recap: I’m mad because I can’t win. Crushing on a lesbian…who thinks I’m gay….who pulls a Judas on me…in the meantime, I can’t even hook up with a straight girl in a fucking gay club! I can’t win. I’m “outed” in a fucking CTB-clone coffeeshop, by a bunch of guys I don’t even know, who’re clearly just trying to find a reason to talk to me. Whatever, I can forgive that nonsense, but the whole Natalie involvement kinda disturbed me. Oh yeah, did I mention that I can’t win?

Oh, and for the record, I’m NOT GAY!!!! Get it through your fucking heads. If this had happened at Nation or something, we could use the whole “You were on their turf, so you were asking for it” excuse. But SoHo is NEUTRAL territory.

20th Aug2004

Cirque Du Soleil: The Official Sponsor Of Nail Salons Everywhere

by Will

Why is it that everytime I go to get a manicure, there’s fucking Cirque Du Soleil playing on a TV in the background?!! I swear, this has happened to me at SEVERAL different salons . Is there some nail-enhancing property that I don’t know about? Does research show that manicures are more successful if gawdy Vegas shows are playing in the vicinity? I think it’s gotta be the latter, ’cause these places also have a penchant for “Riverdance”. Are Asian manicurists all secretly longing for the lives of Vegas showgirls? The world may never know…

And before I get backlash, YES, these are ALL Asian establishments….Which begs the question: Why is there any Asian monopoly of the manicure industry? Jenn’s gonna tear me a new asshole for that one, but it’s a legitimate question….

02nd Aug2004

Oh, Wonkette!

by Will

A year ago, I was SO not a political person. But now, with Wonkette, and “Meet The Press” as my favorite show, I can’t get enough of this shit! It’s like “The West Wing”, but real and more entertaining. That’s right, folks! I am Will West, reporting for duty!

So, here’s a funny little tidbit overheard at the DNC last week, courtesy of wonkette.com:

Op-ed columnist:  “Barack Obama is like the black Colin Powell.”

Journalist: “What?”

Op-ed columnist: “Oh — ha — I mean the Democratic Colin Powell”.

Journalist: “First one’s better.”

29th Jul2004

Seriously, Y’all – What’s With All The Lifeguarding?

by Will

My open letter to all White people ages 14-25:

Why is it that you ALL, at some point in your lives, have been lifeguards? I mean it. I defy you to find one White person in this demographic who has never been employed as a lifeguard. Is it something deemed at birth? Do you have a special affinity for aquatics? Is it like the White Selective Service? Are y’all drafted? It’s not a big deal, but it’s just something I’ve noticed over the years. Wondered if anyone could shed some light on this….