baby hate

I am sick of celebs and others who won't shut up about their babies, pregnancies and children. Many trot them out for photo ops and publicity, and I guess it works. I recall Maggie Gyllenhaal saying that the paparazzi were never interested in her before she became pregnant and gave birth. This baby love is infesting the culture in general, too. with baby blogs multiplying on the web. My own sister-in-law has one, with frequent updates, complete with photos and often very long written passages detailing trips to the zoo, the aquarium, the woods, etc. There was a time when boring dinner guests and others with baby pictures was considered the height of clueless, gauche behaviour, but in the age of the blog, it seems it is not so anymore. It doesn't matter that the blogs are meant for family and friends only. We need to remind breeders that their children are not special, and that the world doesn't care much about them, or revolve around them. Of course, I am largely indifferent to the charms of small children, so my opinion is somewhat biased. I don't hate children, I hate making them the focal point of everything. Some of my fondest childhood memories were just watching adults converse, and interact, often oblivious to my existence. I was acknowledged, but never allowed to dominate everything, except at maybe a birthday party or child-centric event.

suspicious

I feel suspicious when people say something along the lines of "I have such a high-pressure job that when I'm not working I like to just relax and do nothing". I recently met someone who seems to have little intellectual curiosity. Seems like a nice enough guy, but objects to my constant analysis of everything and running commentary. I am not claiming to be an intellectual, BTW. This guy is always repeating that he has such a stressful, demanding job (he is a principal or perhaps vice-principal, of a private school near Montreal), that when he is not working, he just likes to relax, be with friends, and enjoy life. Somehow, this seems like a copout, a way of basically excusing his lack of depth and curiosity. My mother used childrearing as a similar excuse: I remember asking her if she remembered the Jonestown massacre, and other major events from the 70s, and she said no, she was too busy raising children, as if having small children and following current events were mutually exclusive. To me, it would have been more honest of her to say, "no, I follow current events, but only to a degree. Sometimes, my own life and that of those close to me interest me a lot more". In the same vein, I would be happier if my new friend (acquaintance?), said simply, "I am not an intellectual, I am a happy-go-lucky guy who believes that we must do our best to enjoy ourselves and not sweat the small stuff".

been a long time

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Neu Jahr debauchery

So it's Jan. 1, 2010. Had an uneventful day, got up late after going out last night to G.I. Joe, a local sauna. They had the usual New Year's buffet, so I ate a lot of olives and broccoli, but my libido was not exactly in high gear. Walked around, observed a lot, including a fair bit of barebacking, which is ubiquitous in Montreal, it seems. Also more than the usual amount of fisting. Could this be a trend? If so, it's one I won't be able to participate in, having never even been successfully fucked, although I did manage a carrot once over a decade ago. Didn't have much action, overall Blew a tall, chubby guy about my age, with a big, juicy cock, who seemed to be on meth. Blew a few other guys, albeit briefly, including a thin young black guy who was clearly also on something, but probably not meth. He was getting sucked off by all and sundry, hopping from glory hole to glory hole. When I blew him, I tasted a faint bit of shit on his cock, so I hope I don't come down with etwas in the next day or two. Anyhow, got home and in bed after 7 am.

New Year's itself was uneventful. Friends away in the country for the most part. Quebecers are obsessed with the country. It's a weird nostalgia thing, I think, a longing for a simpler Eden with less consumerism and more of a sense of community. So I was at home on the phone when the hour struck.

Sitting in Cafe Depot, and they are playing cheesy dance pop, which I love. Don't recognize most of it, but heard a cover of 'Fame'.

Happy New Year to my legion of followers.

I am sitting at work, and our computer system is down, so I am killing time reading and watching TV: FT and the other CTV fashion program hosted by the bland Glenn Baxter. At the moment, Jeanne Beker is interviewing Betsey Johnson, who at least has the decency to be honest about her extensive plastic surgery, (unlike, say, Sophia Loren) but is still quite ridiculous, with the cartwheels at 67, and all the forced fun and boisterousness of her shows. It looks like hard work having so much fun, especially for the poor models. Maybe I'm just being bitchy, and maybe the lightheartedness and lack of seriousness is a breath of fresh air for the models. Qui sait? Nicht ich. All I can do is speculate.
BTW, one thing that irks me: Baxter and the host of Fashion File, Adrian Mainella are unable to pronounce foreign names, which abound in the fashion industry. Azzedine Alaia, Versace, Lagerfeld, Gianfranco Ferre, Balenciaga, and those are just the easiest ones. If you host a TV show about fashion, you have to be able to get your mouth around odd-sounding names. No, the pronunciation needn't be perfect, in fact it shouldn't be, because that would sound weird, but I subscribe to Rusell Smith's suggestion that it be about halfway corrrect, at mid-point between
English and whatever the language in question.

--Just read on Wikipedia that Fashion File has been cancelled by CBC.

X-mas

Well, I am having a coffee at Cafe Depot on Prince Arthur, and am supposed to head over to my pal Albert's place in Verdun in ein Paar Minuten to have a fondue dinner, but I ain't really in the mood. I would rather be alone among other people who are alone, and maybe catch a flick, which I may do later at the local multiplex. Mtl has lost most of its smaller cinemas in recent years, and unfortunately, the multiplex plays a lot of good shit. May see either A Single Man, or the new Almodovar (Broken Embraces?), or maybe An Education. Not sure. Well, gotta go.

my escorts

Spent a couple of hours this evening with J. the student escort. 25 years old, OK-looking but hardly gorgeous, sweet but not particularly interesting. He is however definitely not a clock-watcher and always stays well beyond the agreed-upon time. He also tells me to call him anytime, even if it's just for a coffee, no charge. So in a way he is the least professional of the guys whose services I have paid for in the last few months. But that works in my favour, because he ends up being fairly cheap. He also chats freely about his life. No guardedness at all. I know his real name, although not his surname. I know what his major is, that he is a student at Concordia University, and were he comes from. It's flattering, because he seems to trust me, but he also seems a little naive. Unlike the other 2 guys I have seen multiple times, he is the one I could never really fall for. Not mysterious enough, not quite hot enough, either, and far too ordinary. I like to rim the other 2 guys, but could never with him. Every time I head down to his nether regions, his ass doesn't seem to smell quite clean enough, despite the fact he seems to have showered. I usually just suck him off and kiss him quite a bit. He is quite the avid kisser, which turns me on sehr viel.