Gay Protest Signs

This made me tear up a little.  Thanks for the share Carl.

Portland - Saturday - Amazing Cooperative Living

Portland, Oregon is a city run by people in their twenties. But not just anyone in their twenties, rather young adults who live off recycling, cheap beer and living cooperatively as much as possible.

What does that mean for us? ... an Epic adventure garage saling. Two bikes were purchased and some attire for Diana's Burning Man adventure. I feel that the community buys and sells back things to be used and shared. Things are always cycling through and as a result we found at least 5 amazing garage sales just driving around.

Portland, Oregon's food carts trump LA's food trucks because they are not polluted by pretension and lines. In LA, I am forced to eat on curbs where the debris mixes with my take away meal. Portland food carts have a permanent location. They don't have parking tickets like the LA food trucks because they legitimately belowng there and often have designated picnic eating areas. LA has so many empty lots that aren't being used because the whole county is privately owned!!!

Food Cart #1 : Grilled Cheese Grill. A school bus turned eating space.

Food Cart #2, #3, #4: area 23.

I helped myself to a Waffle with pesto, beef, mozzarella. Pretty amazing.

We explored Alexandra street fair which extended 15 blocks!
SoupCycle: local made soup delivered to your door with a subscription.

We made dinner by buying frozen pizza then adding fresh toppings: tomatoes, mushrooms, zucchini and ate it on Diana's amazing porch which was embellished by giant sunflowers.

That night I realized the amazing that is travelling by bike. We traveled around town in the dark on bikes. I felt the freedom that I experienced in Vietnam on a moPed. Though biking next to cars was terrifying, people understood Portland's biking culture.

I did get hit on by this dirty looking boy with dreadlocks. "Cute bike," he told me. I guess having a cute bike is equivalent to having a nice ride.

We must have biked miles and miles. We found ourselves at a chill bar after leaving a "crowded one." Which means all the tables are taken... Crowded in LA would mean you'd have to push to get to the bar.

We found our last food cart after biking so much that our vaginal muscles were sore.

Food Cart #5, #6. Poutine, which is fries with gravy and cheese curd. AND a chicken pot pie. The Hawthorne Food Carts were open late. Lots of drunk folks, but also a wedding photo shoot was taking place.

That was just Saturday. We spotted tons of lesbians. We also saw a handful of gender ambiguous individuals. And some gay folks, but these gay folks were not like plastic weho gays, but rather green gays who have gardens and sneeze organic mucus.

Hair Cycle

The barber said my hair looked jacked.

I told him that I've been cutting my own hair for a while with my roommate's clippers.  He responded, "heh... you murdered your hair."  I went to Bolt barbers, which is a reasonable $22 trendy barber shop downtown that stays open until 11PM on Thursday-Saturday.  The dude didn't spent too much time on my hair, but it's clean and fresh.

So here I am with basic Asian American spiky hair and a faux-tee on my chin to balance it out.  I didn't feel like doing anything too crazy.  It's been hot so I just wanted shorter hair.

The hair cycle restarts... watch it grow like a chia pet into the winter.  No more tails.. I'm over it.

Dealing with Stress

Last February when I was dealing with a lot of stress I got shingles.  I also didn't have medical inssurance.  I was left scarred on my chest which I don't mind because the spots make me look like a giraffe.

Back from a long vacation, I have a September launch to prepare for in 5 days and no one is providing the materials I need.  I don't mind if I'm yelled at, but the stress stems from owning this campaign.  I don't want this to fall through, this is my baby that I have been managing and I want this work.

Thankfully the LA sun is out.  My favorite pastrami food truck is on the street.  A good lunch and a quick call to one of my millions of lovers made me feel energized.

What a terrible feeling to have- stress. You can't be productive, you feel uneasy, you're uncomfortable... man I need to relax. Hmm.. and it seems that blogging about stress has help.  Alright, lets tackle this bad boy.. and then I can blog about my wonderful Portland trip.

Gay Asian Erotica

In Portland is Powell's bookstore: the worlds largest independent used/new bookstore.I found myself in the gay section the entire time looking for good Asian American Gay literature which I realized that day is very niche. Gay- Literature - Asian - American... what a key word search. I didn't find much. But really, everything I needed is online through blogs, it's just a matter of finding them.

Per the recommendation of ManFrancisco, I've been reading Wesley's Writings. I was initially turned off by the amount of words (considering how illiterate I am), but then captivated as each dating/sexual encounter was vividly painted. What makes gay Asian blog writing better is the expectation that these sex stories are real vignettes of someone's life. And why gay AND Asian? Because... I'd like to think that I'm connected to them.

Wesley captures my straight guy fetish precisely with this entry here. But as Wesley describes, "after a few too many conquests in the straight world I realized it wasn’t worth my time," I on the other hand still find it a favorite pastime. I enjoy my play time with a "straight" boy despite the emotional exhaustion.

At times I wish my friends didn't read this blog, its existence is evident. I find myself writing more inhibited. Sadface.

I'm flying home tonight. I have a handful of exciting wholesome fun to document.

Breaking and fixing electronics in Portland

I dropped my camera and got a lens error. I bought compressed air to blow out any particles that may be jamming the lens. it didn't work.

Per suggestion of Diana, I dropped the camera again in the same fashion and it came back to life!! Now im parading around diana's Portland home looking for broken electronics to drop from ridiculous heights.

Diana said to "look Portland" I have look a little dirty. I was Angry at myself for shaving and combing my hair. Apparently there's not that many Asians here. But since I have big hair, I'm sure they will be able to spot me.

Street fair today!

Portland Adventure

Heading to Portland, Oregon tomorrow to visit my friends Diana and Sandy who escaped California for je ne sais pas.

Let us explore and relax.  Love and enjoy.

I don't even know what Portland looks like, but I was told to bring swim trunks and not to compare the food too harshly to LA's.

Adventure awaits.

Let us volunteer and bike around the city.  I have coins for public transit and sunglasses to block the shade.

And I shall be checking work e-mails obsessively, but thankful to be out of reach.