Please pray for my little friend

 

 

 

I ask any of you who may see this photo or know about my unconditional love for this little primate named Rolex who I adopted almost 13 years ago next year.  He has been very ill and we almost lost him from an auto immune disease possible onset of his type two diabetes.  He was on Imuran which worked for humans who have Lupus like my capuchin most likely is fighting.  Please pray for him he is getting better but it is the toughest time in my life and this is why I have been M.I.A.  Pray for his recovery and for our fami

A thought

This is on me.

        Dorothy
Parker (1893 - 1967), suggested for her tombstone

                       

The world as we live, sees, describe, and interact with on a
daily basis.  In good times and in bad
watching my beloved Monkey Hump that is to be taken literally after 10 years
together on and off the net.  Social
networking, blogging/diary web-cam, instant messaging, no real physical contact
of the human species one on one slowly detioriating day by day numbing our
senses to only react to a sound or the light of a monitor.   The
primate survives and thrives in a "hands on" community and most
likely would die if put under these exact circumstances.  So my question is what are we so afraid and
when did we as a people become so disconnected, brainwashed, out of touch with
real issues only to be replaced with what a celebrity is wearing, doing, or
going or in some extreme sad insecure situations making sport of tearing down,
ripping apart, and/or making a mockery of ones misfortune or finding public
humiliations entertaining.  If you had
told me 10 years ago we would be watching "to catch a predator"
episodic television I wouldn’t have believed it. As a nation individually we
have or for the lack of a better description isolated or have encapsulated
ourselves, our stuff, our thoughts, and our emotions to all be
compartmentalized as we multi-task ourselves to the grave.  If my beloved primate Capuchin Monkey were
to live like we do today his kind would surely die.  Primates have to be or by nature are group/troupe based.  Grooming, touching, playing, fighting, and
loving is not only necessary but for me on a personal level sad but inspiring
too.  He needs me and I most certainly
need him.  HIV/AIDS has a hold of me now
for close to 24 years and at 40 years old I have seen allot so I will try to
post again but only if the disease and my monkey hump allows me.

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Note to Self this PRIDE 2006

Born in New York living in Michigan and later calling home Edmond, Oklahoma I was always pegged as the big fish in a little pond. (Thom Collins-search Goggle for the LOONGER version) I blasted my way out of the closest at 15, sadly and unbeknownst to me would contract the then unidentified virus we know today as HIV/AIDS. Though tested HIV positive December 15th 1985 it was confirmed my exposure to be as early as 1983. Meeting my lifetime companion David in August of 1983 we finally had enough of the country life and I asked my partner to join in helping me become STAR and move to LA. I soon realized upon my arrival it was going to be allot harder than I ever expected. Speaking as a then “big fish” back in the sticks of a small pond in Oklahoma I worried just how my “Big Fish” status was going to translate into and become the “Great White” of saltwater West Hollywood GAY LA. For starters my fish is fresh water. So much work needed to be done starting with the cutting of my long bleached blonde perm “Christopher Atkins circa Blue Lagoon” mullet off. Oh yeah I had work to do.
Looking around so many fishes so little time. Such beauty, strong bodies, and youth always fleeting trying desperately and at all costs to keep that special youthful dewy innocent glow be it by pump it, pull it, inject it, buy it, stitch it, or even fuck it keeping the young closer too rather than farther from. I always heard this myth of your life is over at 30 if you are gay and never believed it until I moved to LA in 1989. Just before my 23rd birthday come Halloween 1989 it was clear according to WeHo youth savings time I didn’t have much. Soon it would become not only a dream but a quest to see how long it would take me to reach the top of the gay-pecking, food-eating, train-spotting, dope-snorting, revenge-fucking, fake-hating, love-loosing, over-dosing, party-clubbing, circuit-traveling, ass-kissing, dick-sizing, drama-dealing, scene-stealing, fun-loving, pill-popping, drunk-guzzling, lying-cheating, work-outing, ego-breathing, bare-backing, funeral-gathering, who’s-doing, gay-bashing, credit-carding, money-spending, and finally the A-LISTing pecking-ordering of things.
Taking all of that into account I decided to resurrect an alter ego of

oh poor britney!

oh poor britney!: "ok one last thing - make sure to catch the britney spears interview on dateline with matt lauer on thursday night - poor thing is a wreck complete with tears and all! i do feel bad for her...hopefully this interview will help set the record straight although no matter what she says - she still so needs to just dump kfed...popbytes totally over & out until tomorrow...xxoo! You have babies at home. And...you have a life. And if you don't, you have to realize that we're people and that we...just need privacy and we need our respect. And those are things that you have to have as a human being."