Life whatever it makes U do

Soul-mates, is yours out there...

2008-07-24T05:45:00.000-07:00

So like most nights I was channel surfing before bed, with a satellite dish and 250 channels you’d think I’d never have to watch repeats, but the big Moe that I am I landed of TBS for pg version of sex and the city. It was one of those episodes about soul mates, charlotte yammering on and on, NEXT. . . I land on the Nanny, same thing different channel, just slightly nasal . . . NEXT, Golden girls, Frasier, Friends. . . Oh Dear Heavens.
The next morning I was getting coffee and bagel on 3rd Ave and there is this woman in from of me ordering 2 breakfast orders ahead of me, and her ‘man’ is by her side holding hands, I took a deep breath and got my bagel and left. As I m walking to Grand central, I see a couple jogging, at 7.45 on Wednesday, oh and yes they are wearing matching outfits. First of all who has time to run before work, and with your significant other, please I’d feel blessed if my significant other didn’t drink all the coffee in the morning before we got ready for work.
Soul-mates, is yours out there...Sounds like the title of the next X-files movie; do we really believe in this theory about another perfect (or imperfect depends what you are looking for) "entity" out there? And if so what planet is he/she/it from? Better yet what planet are you from?
I grew up in a very large and fortunately an uncomfortably close extended family. Besides my folks we had several uncles and aunts and grand parents and all sorts of strangers telling us (the kids in the household) how to live our lives. While I can go on for hours pointing out the torturous days of my childhood, one good thing about having a large extended family was that you could observe lots of couples in a controlled environment. I do have about an average of seven uncles and aunts on each side of my family; I can honestly say none of them were soul-mates; including my folks, all of them worked very hard on a daily basis, and eventually got comfortable with each other.
Granted I did not have any GAY role models growing up, but then who the hell does. It's probably why we set the standards of normalcy so HIGH, but I don't believe this search of soul mates is any less prominent in any of my HOMOSEXUAL friends. Now if there is a "straight" issue all you have to do is add a dash of OCD, a pinch of narcissism, half a bottle of vodka and five bazillion pills of Xanax later you have the gay version of it.
In fact just like our straight counterparts we too seem to be desperately (and then some) looking for a special 3 legged friend. I have a very close set of friends and they range in all different age brackets and tax brackets, but we are all in the same boat when it comes to love or lack there off. This idea is also very prominent in our culture and we are often judged solely on the fact that we are single or as they would say alone. It doesn't matter if you are in school or if you have a degree from Harvard, you might have a great job, or do a lot of social work, might even be nicest person ever, but god forbid if you are ALONE.
Why does every one think you're a loser if you go to the movies alone, or enjoy reading a paper in the park by yourself or take yourself out to lunch? You can't take yourself out to dinner alone because they'll call Bellevue and that's why there are so many takeout joints in Chelsea, talk about stimulating the economy.
In Greek mythology humans originally were combined of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spending their lives searching for the other half to complete them . . . THAT’S NICE. Well this is all fine and dandy but what happens to the rest of us who are happy with themselves, and maybe, just maybe complete on our own.
I recently met a new beau, and yes he is fun and charming and BEAUTIMUS. . . but I hardly think he completes me, or we might be soul mates. So what I should just draw a chalk out line and call CSI. What if I don’t want some one to complete me?
What all these people don’t get is that if you and your significant other love doing the same things then you can NEVER do anything on your own, I love hiking and rollerblading and going to the beach, if my new beau likes one out of the three that more then enough, that way I get some time to be INDEPENDENT. No wonder there is crime, its people trying to get away from their significant other. Besides I have a handful of very close friends and what happens to them when I join the “Stepford” cult, I only see my friend when I need them as it is; now I can’t even do that. I refuse to believe that those are the only options, dating like a robot or being a loser (or single whichever word hurts less).
I would love to say I have NEVER wanted or even fantasized about meeting my soul-mate, I have, we all have, but that’s all it is, a FANTASY. After numerous of relationships and a god only knows how many first dates, somewhere you realize it only exists in Disney movies. This past weekend I spent most of it with my beau watching mindless television and laughing, just having a really amazing time. I didn’t stress about my sixty hr work week or my finances, just relaxed. I have never been this comfortable with any one, while I give him lots of credit for putting up with my neurosis; I also believe you can only be happy with some one if you’re happy with yourself.
And after that if I can enjoy the company of my family and friends, and a significant other, yes that would be nice. . . . My soul mate isn’t some one else, it’s me; I complete MYSELF.

Always and forever,
FlowerboyV.

What Goes in Lancaster County PA!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-07-09T05:39:00.000-07:00

Well....Not a bloody thing.

Let me start at the very beginning. At the end of last month, right around Pride, Me and my dear brother Remington (he is adopted, that’s why I am the pretty 1) decided to take a trip. Basically this is how the math worked, high gas prices + lack of extra funds + some 1 we know down there = 2 brown gay boys in LANCASTER, PA.
While the trip had a promising start, since it only had 1 way to go, we got on the road on a sunny steamy Friday afternoon. With almost no traffic, we were flying thru the highways. Passing thru the petroleum and gasoline state we finally made to GODS country… this is when it all started. The first indication we had that we were in Pennsylvania was the welcome sign in the middle of a corn field…kind of charming actually. This is when we had to get off and take a local hwy. the scenery was changing from small cities to farm country… there were cows everywhere…and not the kind we see in Chelsea…There was fields of corn and pasture land every where…maybe 1 farm house or barn in the view distance.
Soon we passed a beautiful church with colonial architecture, and a horse drawn buggy. We figured we had arrived. A sense of calm just overwhelmed us…we were away from the city, away from our stress full jobs, no traffic in sight, no man troubles, just a calm and relaxing weekend ahead.
Well after another few hours on this never ending us-30 we had passed 5 billion churches and enough cows for a bloody lifetime, we were still nowhere near Lancaster. The other we had noticed in last 50 miles or so were the number of pawn shops nearly equaled the number of churches on the road. Now if they were just any pawn shops we wouldn’t care, but after several GINORMOUS signs that read “GOLD for GUNS” the hair on the back of your head just sticks right up. So now it was getting dark…my car was the only 1 on the road for as far as I could see, the only thing we did see for miles in any direction was CORN…we were 1 mysterious body in the middle of the road away from being in “Children of the Corn”.
We finally reached out Hotel, outside downtown Lancaster. Since it was already dark all we wanted was to check in, lock the doors and hide under the covers. We both just once we got showered and got dinner we would see this ghost town in a whole new light. Courtesy of my iPhone I was able to find the nearest gay bar in town. We figured we could around there and get a drink after. We got into downtown by about 10.00 pm. After finding a spot we walked down Queens Street enjoying the irony, to where the bar was located. It is called Tally Hoe Tavern, I swear not kidding. What we did find not funny as we were starving by now, all the restaurants in the area were either closed or closing. Apparently people eat dinner at 5.30 in this town. After wondering for a while in this new town and getting winked at by STRAIGHT UGLY FEMALE HOOKERS we were ready for a drink.
We got 2 beers for like $3.75 at this so called bar, which had like 7 people in total, we weren't just out dressed as every 1 was in strange cargo pants and shorts with flip flops, but we were also the only BROWN people in town.
After a while we met up with our friend in town, and after cursing him, we went to the only place open late “Denny's”.
We woke up the next day hoping that things would look different in day light. Well it did not change much. We decided to make the best of it and do some Amish sightseeing stuff… and we did. We went into town for walk; our highlight of the day was when we bought 6 kilos of “Fresh Peanut Butter” for $2.65. The only thing we wanted to do after was lay by the pool and order drinks…when we got back to the hotel, we realized the pool was a tiny bit larger then a puddle, and they did not have a bar. So in PA style we drove down to the river. Later that night we went 20 miles into PA to a different town for the only MIX (mix being gay men and their mothers) dance club around.
We woke up the next morning and decided to GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE. While this weekend was painful, it helped me realize so many things. First any one who has been in NYC for a decade should experience Lancaster PA, you will come back with a greater love for New York. Secondly food sucks in PA, and third I will never complain about TRAFFIC.

Love flowerboyV.

PARTY. PARTY. PARTY.

2008-06-09T06:18:00.001-07:00

As most of you know I turned into an old maid on June 1. Yes I am now a fully grown man…well at least parts of me. I have always been very sensitive about my birthday, growing up my birthday always came with a few LUCKY surprises.

This year however was very different. This 3 day birthday event( after all I am INDIAN) started at my friend Jason’s House where his boyfriend, a beautiful Southern sexy boy (Bazz) made us some home cooked meal and hosted a dinner for me and 2 of my friends. The night was perfect, the food was scrumptious. Bazz even whipped up a cake, which some of us chowed down several helpings in seconds.

The second day was spent with my family. I stay at home with my mother and sister and had a quite day at home. As most Indian family, we too are quirky and have a few traditions. For example, we celebrate our birthdays at midnight, on the eve of the Birthday. So my mother made some of my favorite foods and got a Pineapple cake (another birthday tradition) and I blew out a few candles at midnight.

The final leg of this event most of you are familiar with. I hosted a Brunch event at Wave Thai, my favorite restaurant in the whole wide world. About sixteen of my close friends joined me to have brunch and cake, followed by a champagne toast to commemorate the birth of beautiful, YOUNG, sexy Indian boy (Man).

I truly am blessed to have such a nice set of friends.

With all my heart.

flowerboyV

and Life happens..........

2007-10-30T19:55:00.000-07:00

well Dear friends,

BEWARE............i now have a blog. you can all thank our dear friend Aaron for giving me this idea about sharing our lives on the net. Since we all have such complicated and busy lives, that we can barely make time to call each other, let alone hang out i guess we'll have to do it online.

so please don't be offended if i talk about you on the web. since my life is not nearly interesting enough..... its gonna be all about you guys.

Love, FlowerBoyV

P.S: if u don't know why i choose that name stay tuned.......