Instant Blog

I wish that I could invent a contraption that would take my thoughts and instantly transcribe them for my blog. Many times I'm out and about and have a musing that would be perfect for a blog entry. Unfortunately by the time I make it home or to my desk the urgency to share dissapates.

I spent two afternoons over the 4th of July Holidays at the Beach. The first day I walked a few miles along the shore, looking for the Boys of Leather event. Yes, I thought I could just show up to Venice beach with 100,000 other folks and run into my friends. I was OK with just strolling along the beach. After my break up with Gilles, I spent many of melancholy day at Venice Beach, the Santa Monica Pier, and Will Roger's beach.

On July 4th, I actually wanted to work out at Muscle beach and discovered that there was a body building competition going on. I saw some truly amazing bodies. These athletes must adopt a very serious lifestyle to maintain such mass. (Steriods too I suppose) One thing I did not like was the use of spray on tans. These beautiful physiques were painted orange by a chemical to make them appear tanned. Didn't work for me. The "machismo" of these men was fascinating too. To me, the body building mentality if very "homo-centric." These men are constantly competing against other men by comparing bodies. They are constantly checking each other out. Their posing trunks are quite gay too!

God and the people. There were so many people at the beach. So many different types. The crazies, the gang bangers, the European tourists, the dudes, the Mexican families with their 8 kids (was that racist? sorry). When I walked north past the Santa Monica Pier, I was amazed by how crowded it was. I don't know what it is about kids and throwing sand, but they sure love to do it. And the Mexican men, don't believe in bathing suits or even trunks. Almost all of them were in street clothes and the majority of them didn't even take their shirts off.

During my wandering, my head was constantly churning and turning. Thinking about Gilles, thinking about Sir Mike and Sir John, thinking about my job, my family and friends in Virginia I never talk to, my friends Rafael and boy Chris. Often times I would think while my life is full of uncertainty, I truly have a wonderful life.

I've said recently, I treat life like a novel. Instead of enjoying the read, letting the plot unfold. I want to skip to the end and ensure that Roger lives "happily ever after." That he is safe and sound and in the company of the people he loves. And that they are safe and sound and happy. Unfortunately I know life does not read that way. The genre is not consistant. Sometimes life is an action packed adventure, but sometimes it is a melodrama too.

The life of Roger Francis DeLaCruz certainly has included many chapters. Actually it has encompassed many volumes. What's next in this book, I surely don't know. One thing I do know is I'm no where near the end of this book!