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The Body.com has a great article about how you can get better results from your HIV treatment with some very simple lifestyle changes. Not to be indelicate but I've been having some digestive issues that, while tolerable, have been impacting how I run my day. For the first few hours of every day I always make sure I know where an available bathroom is. I assumed it was just something I had to deal with, but it seems I may find some relief. I'll keep you informed.

In other news, The NYC Health Department is reporting a significant jump in HIV cases among gay/bisexual men under 30.

A transgendered girl enters kindergarten in Florida.

The gays even custom build their retirement homes.

HIV/AIDS patients still at risk in post-Katrina New Orleans.

I'll Just Smile A Tad Smugly

Let's check the numbers, shall we?

Vitals (blood pressure, cholesterol, liver function) Textbook normal.

I weigh a scale-tipping 146 lbs.

I'm slightly anemic. Again.

Viral load: Undetectable

T-Cells: 570

Yay for me.

The Real, Real World

So I ducked in to a movie theater thinking about taking in a film and beating the heat. I sometimes leave things in the hands of fate, and indeed I took it as a sign that the movie I wanted to see was starting in 5 minutes. The movie? The Devil Wears Prada. My review? Loved it! Meryl Streep was twitchy and actor-y and very very Meryl. I was obviously the only big gay around me in the theater as some laughs drew outright guffaws from me. And the clothes! The thigh high leather boot ensemble? To. Die. For. It was a homo wet dream I tell ya'. Why are you still reading? Go!



Still here? Good 'cause I'm not done. I got in to the theater in time for the trailers. Two things I noticed. They've made a movie based on the book of one of my favorite authors Augusten Burroughs. Running With Scissors opens this fall, I think, and it looks like a pretty faithful adaptation of the book which I'm only 3/4 of the way through but quite enjoying. I found an old trailer. The new one is better.



About the title of this post. I found three things online, all Real World related. Another trailer they ran was for a film called The Last Kiss. The actual trailer was eh, but of note is that one of the lead characters is being played by former Real World-er (London cast) Jacinda Barrett. I've always thought of her as Nicole Kidman lite, but she seems to be getting roles.

Second, former Real World-er (Miami cast) and big old 'Mo Dan Renzi was recently interviewed by Best Gay Blogs. I like what he had to say about keeping it simple and small. Blogs, that is.

And deliciously, current Key West Real World-er, anorexic, depressive and burgeoning problem drinker Paula Meronek was arraigned on a misdemeanor assault charge after a drunken domestic dispute that culminated in her biting her boyfriend as he attempted to keep her out of the house. How's that therapy working out for ya' Paula?

Blood work results tomorrow. I hope my two T-Cells are OK.

Tidbits

Most doctors will tell you it's not a great idea to mix Ambien with alcohol. I would like to amend that and say it's perfectly all right to mix a little. Say 3 drinks followed by 10mg. Not only did I sleep like a baby but you could light me on fire right now and I wouldn't get upset. La-la-la!

I had to replace the USB cables to my camera and my Palm. Someone that lives with me and barks has been secretly chewing computer cable. I kept getting error messages that my USB devices weren't being recognized. I uninstalled and re-installed software for several devices until I found out the true culprit. Just so you know, you can replace anything like that very easily on EBay. It's a snap.

Not that he deserves it now but I also ordered one of these for Jet to tool around in.

It's an All-Terrain stroller and I can use it to take him on the subway as well as the ferries and it should be good enough to take him on Metro North and The PATH trains as well. It wasn't that expensive. Besides, I'm a Daddy and I'm gay what did you expect? If they made doggie credit cards he'd have one.

Stonewall and Riot - The Ultimate Orgasm

Talk about getting your kitten punched. It would make me purr too.

-via DudeTube. Video created by Joe Phillips.

Ugh. Ow!

After describing my extreme reaction to mosquito bites, one or two of the little fuckers got in my room last night. I woke up in tthe dark scratching like a motherfucker. I covered what bites I could find with hydrocortizone and then sprayed on repellant. Of course, it was pitch dark so I sprayed myself in the face first. By morning I woke up and counted eight bites on my right chest, shoulder and down my arm. I'm a walking welt.

Yum.

The guys from City Gym Boys calendar.

I'm pretty much recovered ...

from my (alleged) drunken, drugged up night of frivolity. Unfortunately, The Hellcat was not so lucky. He finally crashed with a combination of Ambien and a couple other sleep-inducing pharmaceuticals only to wake up several hours later to find that his dog, who has been recovering from an injury, got some sort of bug and shit, way more shit than such a little dog should have in him, all over the bed, the mattress and The Hellcat. The dog tried to cover up his accident by moving sheets around, which of course only spread the disaster. Quote The Hellcat: "I felt like the bread in a poo sandwich." He got up, disgustedly cleaned up a little but was so grossed out he jumped in a scalding shower. While he was in there, the dog pissed on the living room floor. Good morning.

I on the other hand woke up with only a mild case of post cocaine-use depression. But I remember what that was like so I was able to ride it out without much fuss. Today I'm back to "normal" and I plan on doing some shopping, picking up a book that was ordered for me, stopping by the gym for some cardio and if there's time going to an outdoor movie showing. Not sure if we'll bring wine but cocaine is not an option.

The Hoff. Jump In My Car. Happy 4th Of July.

You're welcome. And god bless America.

No I Didn't

Get drunk on white wine and vodka/sodas with The Hellcat. Nor did I do bumps of cocaine and stay up until 4 am singing karaoke via The Oxygen network. Because grown men don't do that.