AgeHa

This weekend, I will be going to a club with Eri and a few boys that she met at  barbecue. It will be a gay night, and the clientele will be of a predominantly muscular male sort. For those who know me, this will probably get me a little insecure since I both want to be a muscular man and have one as well. So I'm a little concerned. What should I do?

La Isla Bonita

Yesterday, Tiff, Dan, and I went to karaoke and belted out "La Isla Bonita". Strolling out of the establishment jubilant and triumphant, we parted ways at Shinjuku Station, but not before screaming "La Isla Bonita" one more time in the middle of it, causing tons of people to turn around wondering if their lives were in peril. It was kind of like the time Tiff let out this massive burp at Ueno.

Time and Place

My new life started January 12th. Having thrust myself into a foreign land with nothing but a few sets of clothes, a laptop, and a few pictures of loved ones, I started a new life. In training, I found a few other people in the same bizarre situation: in the absence of any good reason not to, we became friends immediately, right down to the crying on one’s shoulder, lending each tons of money, and seeing each other naked.

Ironically, our becoming friends in no time feels as if we have been friends throughout all time. Between us, there is nothing but love, caring, and presence.

That is the world we lived in.

That is the world that was proved to be illusory today. Unfortunately, Rico, your presence which seems to has been since forever has come to an end today, to our despair. Its like the unimaginable has happened and we don’t know what to do.

I’ll miss you and can’t wait to see you. And when I do, you had better watch yourself!

Dreams

I was at my old school for some bizarre reason. For another reason equally bizarre, one of the walls for the class became detached from the ground and was able to flap from side to side as if it were cardboard. The principal came along with te superintendant and found out that all kinds of students have put the most bizarre of trash in the wall. The school would be able to fix this wall, but only if we were to advanced our next year's school taxes by next week I didn't give a shit, for I didn't go there anymore. So we decided to order pizza.

I was on the train going to some station. For a reason, again, equaly as bizarre, my school has been relocated to this station. I get there and realize it was not a good idea to leave my computer on the train while I was at work for someone may take it. I go back on the train and get it, where this police officer starts harassing me and asks to see my university ID. After giving him lots of attitude, I am set free and run to school, for it's already five past and I am late for one of my private lessons. I get to my school, which happens to be doubling as an Ermenegildo Zegna store, explain to my manager why I am late, and find some place to chance into my suit so I can teach. This one lady is trying on a dress (at EZ?) and offers to name my price so I can put on something so she can see how good she looks with someone dressed equally as well. I finally find a closet I can change in, and come out just to see that my student has lost patience waiting for me. I explain the situation: for some reason, today he's cooler and has confidence, he says it's completely alright, and then tries to do that complicated handshake straight men do.

Inconsequential

By coming to Japan, everything has been put on hold. It has been one big party, weekend after weekend. And it will continue to be so. I didn't come to Japan to have a life here - rather, I came here to have an experience. Except for the friends I make, everything here is without consequence.

Commonplace miracles

It's when I tell one of my students that cutting our hair short will invariably call attention to his face and make him look fat, but he has a cute face so he shouldn't hide it. Or when I teach him how to pick up girls in English. There seems to be something structutally predicted about a gay man teaching  a straight man how to do so...

Or when one of my students came in for her first class just to realize it was cancelled and that her next class with Claire was in an hour and so I volunteer to teach her the class myself right away. Teaching Nahoko is always fun, fun to the point where I do not consider it work.

Or when I go to Starbucks to study English but instead help this girl with her application to an international company in Tokyo. We exchanged e-mails and hopefully we'll hang out and I would have made a new friend.

Or when I walk down the street and find 1,000 yen on the street. IT'S MINE NOW! YEE-TAH! A small token payment to those who deserve it, maybe?

Jump

Today. In chronological order. Met up with Eri, snobbed it on the Green Car while eating a bento on the way to Fujisawa, arrived in Fujisawa and continued onto Enoshima, walked around the island, sat on roky shores near choppy waters, stood on a causeway with Nicky as we were engulfed in waves that soared above our heads and soaked us completely, had dinner that overlooked the ocean, walked back,

    JUMPED OFF A 10 M BRIDGE HOLDING NICKY'S HAND AS WE PLUMMETED INTO THE WATERS BECAUSE OTHER PEOPLE WERE DOING IT AND THERE WAS NO DECENT REASON NOT TO,

had Makkers and realized that they are making a Mega Teriayki Burger, went to Higashi Rinkan and had way too much Mexican, proceeded home, and learned the term "common-place miracle".

Here's to finding more.

Continue mission

Yesterday. Tiff, Dan, and I. To Ikebukuro for a drink and some pasta, to Shinjuku for tons of beer, meat and tofu, kimchee mochi, and massive karage - friend chicken that would put Black people shame. To the karaoke place next door, where we belted it out for an hour with nomi hodai. On the train, puking but having to swallow it back down until I got home. Gah.

But that night was fun.

One big debacle

Saturday. In no particular order, we went to a bar that had tables in alcoves that had good beer but some bad drinks, cried profusely in Nicky's arms, sent bitchy e-mails, mooned fellow bar patrons, spanked a stranger's bare ass, had excessive amounts of McDonald's, became inebriated, trembled, walked around aimlessly in Shibuya, molested a few straight men, kissed a few more, felt ugly and missed my train stop. Twice.

Today. So far: called my mother and bitched, questioned as to whether I'm still drunk, tired, or a curious convergence of both, continued to feel ugly, worried about fall-out of a quasi-nuclear kind, and watched TV.

Yeah. Fun.