tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61952482011-04-21T14:15:33.593-07:00hipsterfaggot's secret blogSex. Drugs. Rock 'n' roll. All the shit my mom can't read about. (E-mail me: hipsterfaggot@hotmail.com.)hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1096650679054756932004-10-01T09:59:00.000-07:002004-10-01T10:11:19.053-07:00I'm back, bitches! As you can see, I never got around to deleting my blog the first time around, and since I've been a bit of a bad boy lately, I decided to resurrect it from the dead.
I'll delve into more detail of my recent exploits later, but I'll start off with tales of last weekend's fun back in my hometown: parties present were me, my trashy gay friend R., and two of his friends in from hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1086233523954766282004-06-02T20:30:00.000-07:002004-06-02T20:32:03.953-07:00One final addendum: The type of shit described in the story linked below is PRECISELY why I need to shut down my blog. I may not work for a Congressman, but I am perhaps a little more high-profile in certain circles than I've indicated here.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/usa/story/0,12271,1229806,00.htmlhipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1086195213634815432004-06-02T09:45:00.001-07:002004-06-02T10:57:37.920-07:00Today I decided to re-read this blog all the way back to the beginning. My conclusion from doing so? It's time for me to nuke the blog, for a few reasons:
I've become boring as shit. Seriously. Last weekend's coke adventure with M. notwithstanding (okay: my south-of-the-border romp too), my life is nowhere near as exciting as it was when I started this blog six months ago. The whole point ofhipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1085939294503686852004-05-30T10:45:00.000-07:002004-05-30T10:48:14.503-07:00Aw fuck. Just got a heads-up e-mail from my dad. Due to a one-time, thankfully never-to-be-repeated accounting thing, next year's daddymoney allotment will be possibly only half of what it was this year! Fuck me swinging already. I can't start living the high life again until 2006?!?hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1085854638886012892004-05-29T11:08:00.000-07:002004-05-29T11:17:18.886-07:00Damn, I love cocaine. It's been quite a while since I did any in NYC, but I made up for some lost time last night. My cokehound friend M. is in town for the weekend, and naturally I didn't even blink when he called around 1pm and announced, "Hey, we need to get drunk and find some coke." We started out with margaritas in the East Village, then headed back to my flat for a spell, then went to ahipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1085581903630763242004-05-26T06:55:00.000-07:002004-05-26T07:33:35.563-07:00Ever get what you wanted and really regret it later? I manipulated a hookup with an ex over the weekend and am feeling that way at present.
Here's the story: the reason I was south of the border (got back on Monday) was for a wedding, and I invited my ex C. to go as my date since he's down there for a spell, until next month at least. See my 4/30 post for a recap on him. It's been years sincehipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1084106736307261282004-05-09T05:45:00.000-07:002004-05-09T05:50:06.546-07:00Okay, I am now rethinking the whole speed thing. I did manage to get to sleep last night, but only barely, as evidenced by the fact that it's SEVEN FUCKING THIRTY AM on a FUCKING SUNDAY MORNING and I am awake. I guess I got barely four hours sleep, which sucks ass, plus I have a huge headache.
On a brighter note, I got an e-mail from a cute boy who might have sex with me. He's K., and hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1084088791717107282004-05-09T00:46:00.000-07:002004-05-09T00:51:01.686-07:00Ugh. Okay, so I'm not completely incommunicado quite yet. I'm back in my hometown prior to my trip south of the border and presently hopped up on a bit of speed, so since I didn't make it to my pharmacy before it closed this evening I'm a wee bit wired up at present, which sucks ass. Particularly since I called it a night early! (I was home by midnight)
Today I had my inaugural adventure in hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1083814157121253762004-05-05T20:29:00.000-07:002004-05-05T20:35:23.746-07:00I was reflecting tonight on present-day me versus high school me, and I'm amazed how far I've gone since then. In high school I was a big dork. I was overweight. I drove a really lame car (Dad didn't want to "spoil" me with a decent one). I didn't party; the first night I ever got drunk was my first night in college. My fashion sense was still developing. And everyone knew I was a big hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1083336471183019272004-04-30T07:47:00.000-07:002004-04-30T07:52:09.390-07:00More ex-boyfriend jealousy. Before J. there was C., and C. and I went out last night. We managed to stay friends after we broke up, and that was five years ago now, and even though C. and I were very clearly not romantically (or sexually) compatible, it hasn't stopped me from getting jealous whenever C. has a new boyfriend.
Like now. C.'s been going out with this guy J. for a couple of monthshipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1083283117497858752004-04-29T16:58:00.000-07:002004-04-29T17:02:54.483-07:00I am at present feeling quite jealous of J., my ex-boyfriend and the guy I've thus far dated the longest (a little over a year). When I met J. he was a starving grad student, albeit a brilliant one, and an all-around slacker living with his two cats in a cramped apartment near campus. During the time we dated, he managed to secure an editorial assistant position at a media entity which shall hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1083118748896421222004-04-27T19:19:00.000-07:002004-04-27T19:23:23.840-07:00For some reason in the shower just now I was trying to add up the number of guys I've had sex with during my life. Then I tried to figure out how exactly I should define "sex." Would that guy Matt in New Orleans count? There was no intercourse and neither of us came. What about all the guys I sucked off in that back room a couple months ago? There were at least six of them, and maybe as manyhipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1083018917036214442004-04-26T15:35:00.000-07:002004-04-26T15:39:30.170-07:00You might've noticed, at least if you're a regular reader, that I nuked my post from Saturday. It dawned on me that I included a tad too much personal info about my appearance in it, stuff that someone hypothetically could use to try to track me down. I'm a wee bit sensitive to the notion of being stalked, so I decided to delete the post.
Guess honesty has its limits.hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1082992109151654252004-04-26T08:08:00.000-07:002004-04-26T15:38:02.436-07:00I've recently been e-mailing this guy from the personals who's originally from New Orleans, which got me to thinking as I was waking up this morning about what happened there eight years ago, namely my first sexual experience. (Well, okay: first sexual experience I didn't have to pay for, but I'll save that story for another day.) Figured I'd share it, since it's chilly and pouring rain out andhipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1082564518523324032004-04-21T09:21:00.000-07:002004-04-21T09:27:55.733-07:00I puked last night, and I'm a little pissed about it. Pissed because puking is amateur-alcoholic shit. Seriously: I haven't puked from alcohol consumption in at least five years, if not longer. And I didn't even drink that much last night!
Here's what happened: I went out for a solo sushi meal at my neighborhood joint (which gets a Japanese clientele of maybe 60-70%, so you know the shit's hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1082391316545221422004-04-19T09:15:00.000-07:002004-04-19T09:23:19.983-07:00I've concluded that there's really not much point living in Manhattan if you can't go out and have a good time, so I'm going to continue going out to dinner and drinking and stuff and just accept the fact that I'm going to have to live with credit card debt for the foreseeable future. Hopefully the family business will do better this year and I'll get a much larger daddymoney check next March.
hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1081230864513451342004-04-05T22:54:00.000-07:002004-04-05T22:58:09.733-07:00Oh btw my apologies if you tried to send e-mail the past couple of weeks. Seems I didn't set up my Hotmail account correctly. Should be working now.hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1081230676676713122004-04-05T22:51:00.000-07:002004-04-05T22:55:01.936-07:00Remember that Gay College Night thing I mentioned a month or so ago? The bar with the back room where I gave and received multiple blowjobs? I went back tonight. Seems the place has been "discovered," and I don't mean that in a good way. The place was packed with the exact opposite of the crowd that was there last month: flaming, fashion-obsessed Chelsea faggots; gross hip hop-wannabe black hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-108031658939307522004-03-26T07:56:00.000-08:002004-03-26T07:59:59.200-08:00Calling all dream analyzers: I had an interesting one last night. It was about my ex J., the asshole former porn star. It starts with me stumbling upon him standing outside his former boyfriend's apartment building stalking him. The ex-boyfriend walks out, and he's fortysomething and fat and really not so hot, and he and his new paramour -- a female -- walk across the street into a dive bar hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1080107555919197602004-03-23T21:52:00.000-08:002004-03-23T22:01:21.670-08:00In the interests of paring down my extravagant lifestyle, I've been thinking all day about the things I can't live without, can live without, and can live without but don't want to live without. Conclusions:
1) Basic apartment stuff are all givens: rent, digital cable with HBO (I ain't giving up "The Sopranos" and "Six Feet Under"), phone, power, gas. My rent, while not cheap, is still a hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1080086123108802392004-03-23T15:55:00.000-08:002004-03-23T22:03:55.000-08:00Ever see the movie "Uptown Girl"? Since it sucked, I kinda hope you didn't, so I'll synopsize: Brittany Murphy plays this spoiled Manhattan trust-fund brat who one day wakes up penniless after spending all her money and is forced to accept an au pair job for an emotionally shut-down eight-year-old with absentee parents. Subtract the brat and absentee parents and you basically get my situation hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1079174419082718272004-03-13T02:40:00.000-08:002004-03-13T02:43:31.200-08:00I'm writing this post at 5:30am after a lengthy night of booze, coke and making out. For once I am not going to go back and edit my writing, so if there are any typos, spelling errors or grammatical mistakes in this post, fuck it. You get my unabridged drunken/coked up shit.
I talked to my friend J. earlier and said I'd meet her for drinks at a dive bar near Bloomingdales. She said she wantedhipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1079049200905422902004-03-11T15:53:00.000-08:002004-03-11T15:56:30.700-08:00So of course I caught a fucking cold from one of the many dudes I was kissing Sunday night. Great.hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1078863104186683252004-03-09T12:11:00.000-08:002004-03-09T12:14:51.590-08:00So my trashiest friend R. is in town, but I'm the one who ended up embarking on a trash bender. Last night we went to a Gay College Night thing at a new bar on the Lower East Side, never mind that my friend is almost 30 and I'm 32. We go in and it turns out they have a back room - a REAL back room, as often seen in European gay bars but rarely in the US. R. had no interest in checking it out, hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1078530279918394162004-03-05T15:44:00.000-08:002004-03-05T15:47:41.763-08:00For shits and grins, I dropped porn stud Maxx Diesel a line of inquiry, asking his overnight rate (far nicer than a mere hour, yes?) and what he does/doesn't do in the sack. His response was nicely succinct: "I do anything you want as long as it is not too weird (fisting, scat, stuff like that). I definitely do overnights, 1500 for the night....." I'm seriously tempted, folks. I should be hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1078454426787250742004-03-04T18:40:00.000-08:002004-03-04T18:43:27.326-08:00Today I received an invite to the wedding of my friend R. I shan't be attending this wedding, because R. is gay and I refuse to participate in such a farce. I am wondering what to put on the RSVP card, addressed to the bride-to-be: "I will not be able to attend your wedding because I hooked up with your closet-case fiance on two occasions a few years ago, plus I know a half-dozen other guys hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1076696710898778422004-02-13T10:25:00.000-08:002004-02-13T10:27:43.653-08:00GRRRRRR. Last night started nicely enough: copious free wine and beer at a gaggle of gallery openings, some lovely sushi, an open-bar Fashion Week party, a fair amount of cocaine. Then I ran into the guy my asshole ex J. cheated on me with. Weirdly enough, he was standing literally right next to me talking to my friend B., but I'm bad with faces in general and particularly when drunk and hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1076270994464667952004-02-08T12:09:00.000-08:002004-02-08T12:12:20.590-08:00I have been remiss in my blog writing duties. My apologies. I never got around to calling L., thus officially making me a total asshole. I did go to Beige on Tuesday with the specific intent of talking to him, but he didn't show for some reason, so I had to make due with staring at Jai from "Queer Eye" for an hour or two. Regrettably, he didn't come over and proposition me.
Looks like my hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1075532033106455562004-01-30T22:53:00.000-08:002004-01-30T22:58:36.780-08:00Haven't talked to L. since my last blog entry, which I suppose is a fairly definitive sign that things are over. OTOH he's at Beige practically every week, and I do *not* want to feel like I have to avoid the place because of him (after all, it attracts all the city's A-list men I wish to sleep with), so I think I need some sort of "let's be friends" resolution to our fizzled-out fling.
I went hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1074629505997556562004-01-20T12:11:00.000-08:002004-01-20T12:13:45.996-08:00I successfully plowed L. last night. Had no stiffness problems, possibly or probably thanks to the Viagra I scarfed. OTOH I noticed that L. was a bit -- how do I put this? -- easy to penetrate. Translation: he has a rather loose ass, which to me implies that he gets fucked pretty regularly. Obviously not by me, however. I encountered him in a Gay.com chat room (where we met) last week but hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1074560611925583282004-01-19T17:03:00.000-08:002004-01-19T17:05:30.950-08:00L. is coming over shortly to watch AbFab and fuck, so I suppose I should make a few confessions. First, this will only be the second time we've had sex. We didn't fuck the past few times we went out for various reasons. Second, we didn't do anal the first time. Third, it's been a very, very, verrrry long time since I topped someone (if you'll recall L. is a total bottom). More specifically, hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1074236922821683412004-01-15T23:08:00.000-08:002004-01-15T23:10:36.686-08:00Just got off the phone with M., an old friend now living on the West Coast. We hadn't talked in a few months so we caught up like nobody's business. At one point we brought up an interesting corollary: guys who kiss well invariably lack the ability to fuck well. Neither of us could come up with a single guy who could both kiss and fuck brilliantly. Ironically, M. and I are both good at both hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1074235965219564402004-01-15T22:52:00.000-08:002004-01-15T22:55:36.653-08:00Returning to my apartment tonight amidst New York's present tundra-like weather, I encountered two gentlemen huddled together in front of my building. Judging from their furtive looks over their shoulders and the "handshake" -- perhaps better described as a handoff -- that closed their interaction, I think it's safe to say a drug deal was going down. My roommate M. told me even before I moved hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1074130361400143452004-01-14T17:32:00.000-08:002004-01-15T23:05:04.983-08:00My friend R. finally left a couple of days ago, closing his trip in a glorious blaze of trash. We went to The Park Sunday night and drank a lot and I did key bumps in the toilet before irritatingly losing my coke baggie. R. felt up a bunch of boys before I left him there around 3am, him promising to stay "only 20 minutes more." Well, then he met some dude and they hung around till last call athipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1071813942224239152003-12-18T22:05:00.000-08:002003-12-18T22:05:56.976-08:00Oh my FUCKING GOD. I have just been subjected to an evening with Total Gay White Trash. Just to clarify: Total Gay White Trash (TGWT) is an entirely different animal from your standard Total Gay Trash (TGT). TGT is usually just a slut with issues (i.e. my ex J.), but TGWT is a slut with issues mixed in with a total lack of breeding and a backwoods view of the world as a whole.
My friend and hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1071763328943746532003-12-18T08:02:00.000-08:002003-12-18T22:09:49.600-08:00Turns out L. is a total bottom. Sigh. While this sucks, since I like taking it up the ass at least occasionally, the news wasn't at all unexpected, having gotten to know him somewhat better by the time he told me. We went to Beige the other night, with my friend B. and a bunch of his fashionista faggot friends. They were all about as pretentious as L. is, though I suspect without the hefty hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1071562890332987092003-12-16T00:21:00.000-08:002003-12-18T08:10:20.273-08:00Thank fucking Christ. I finally met a hot guy who's classy enough to hang with me.
I've dated some tedious nouveau-riche bores, most notably J., the all-sorts-of-fucked-up ex-boyfriend who ties his self-esteem directly into the number of designer luggage pieces he owns. His family is well-off by Midwestern U.S. terms, I suppose, but not by those the truly wealthy use. L. is tres different, hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1071178549674701942003-12-11T13:35:00.000-08:002004-01-15T23:05:41.186-08:00Went out with A. and N. the other night to ... well, let's just say it's one of the most hipster of the East Village hipster bars, a place where they don't exactly frown on smoking in their subterranean basement even early in the night (a lot of NYC places get much more lax on smoking after 2am or so). I hadn't met N. before, but A. (my new best friend, a Grace to my Will) had told me I'd like hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1071177645778369572003-12-11T13:20:00.000-08:002003-12-11T13:20:58.340-08:00I recently broke up with J., who was all sorts of fucked up. We dated for two months. During that time, we did not have sex. This is all the more ironic considering a) J. has been sexually active since 15, and b) he did a bunch of pornos in college. In a nutshell, J. was fucked over by both his father and all the other guys he's ever dated because he lets people use him too much. Oh, and hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6195248.post-1071176372789620632003-12-11T12:59:00.000-08:002003-12-18T08:06:43.213-08:00I have two blogs. One of them is for my friends and family, along with people who've found it along the way and like what I have to say. And then there's this one. I've found myself censoring myself over and over again on my first blog, about all the shit I'd never want my mom to read (and yes, she reads that blog). Hoovering assloads of coke. My dysfunctional relationship with a former gay hipsterfaggothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14311009547945390876noreply@blogger.com