The Boy in the Plastic Bubble…

self portrait. November 20, 2012
As a child, I grew up in a plastic bubble… 
My parents raised me in a conservative christian home where
everything was monitored, filtered and influenced by religion.

This is not a religious bash…

In most ways, we as children have no power on what we are influenced with…
But, when life changes and we experience things our parents’ wouldn’t approve of
we then are able to start defining ourselves as adults.

As an adult, I have made my mistakes and I have learned a few lessons.
There are some mistakes I regret, some mistakes that were fun.
There were the mistakes that led to great creative inspiration…and there 
were mistakes that I loved.

Regardless, they were my mistakes.

As an adult my parents and I don’t see eye to eye… on well… almost anything.
I have come to accept that.

Now, I am my own person living my own life
my relationship with my parents is… minimal.

If I could change that I would… but they still live in their bubble,
and that will never change. I have seen it now with my sister.

What is your bubble like? How limiting is it?

My bubble? It is the filter of fashion, beauty, art and life.
My bubble lets anyone in and out as I love to experience new things, new people, new places.
Though, when it comes to my personal belief system… 
Have I become like my parents, and won’t change?
Am I set in my ways in my belief system?

maybe. maybe not. I am still learning,
still experiencing and still deciding what I like in my bubble.

in bed with… yellow like asian… MACHISMO


In be with… well me.
I have decided to photograph boys in bed with me and talk about sex, sexuality and relationships…

machismo.
butch.
masc 4 masc.

all terms gay men use to help define their sex lives… their preferences… (please go read my post on micro aggressions here)

Well recently, I encountered a strange situation… I was basically told I wasn’t someone that their parents could respect. 
It boiled down to the fact I wasn’t latino, and I wasn’t “masculine” by latino definition…
0_0   (asian shocked face)

So, we talked about… and well it boiled down to one thing: MACHISMO.
It’s kind of a big deal in a lot of cultures. In Latino culture (which I am surrounded by) masculinity is stressed in three major areas: job, sexuality and family. So, after examining these three areas, and factoring in all of the other research I have done around gay relationships and gay men… I have come to this blog post…

If masculinity is defined by superficial appearance, by mannerisms and by sexual orientation…
Than why be gay at all? When did it become acceptable that being a good person isn’t good enough?
Well… here is what I have come to learn when dating latinos…

 being “butch” is the first deciding factor if they are into you. What is butch?
ABS, facial hair, lack of fashion, pretty boi swagg…
Ironically, no one should wear pretty boi swagg, and it is even worse when you see men in their 30’s with the hat, the plaid, the chain, the jeans, the sneakers… Unless you are Ricardo Tisci’s muse aka billionaire Kanye West… Grow up please…

Being butch also passes the question if you can pass as straight… note to self: everyone straight or gay gets their eyebrows done… no one should have a unibrow. period. But it seems, that if you have a slight arch.. you are femme. Which means we need to call the boys from Jersey Shore and inform them that they are femme gay.

Conclusion:
Anytime we hyper-sexualize, or hyper-masculinize someone we are feeding into the original conflict that homosexuals and heterosexuals faced during the 70’s. Whether it is heterosexual or homosexual, anytime we overcompensate by hyper-sexualizing someone we are feeding the social concept that race determines sexuality… which would be wrong. Placing a stress on masculinity is just another form of sexism, just this time it is homosexual sexism? If gender roles are given based on someone’s masculinity, then we are still stuck pre women’s rights… and makes me wonder have we even made any progress as a human race?

I’m a respectable person. period.
It doesn’t matter my race, my gender role, my mannerisms, my self expression…
I don’t judge other men based on the above, I am the last one to claim masculinity- but for those of you who constantly enforce that you are masculine… what are you overcompensating for?

Thank You to the guy who posed for me… 


If you want to hop in bed with me… 
shoot me an e-mail!!

A Second Chance…


What if life gave you a second chance at love, a love that never got to come into existence, that never really had a chance, and the timing was all wrong…  Would you take it? I hope so. I am.

Everything I have learned over the past 8 years has gone out the door, and it has been the best thing ever. It is like everything that I knew about love, relationships and men was erased from my memory and here I am- completely engulfed in the present.

If there was something that connected two people, whatever that may be- whatever it could be… it is happening. 


do me good and dirty

there are certain men in fashion who make me hot and bothered…
one is tom ford…

reasons why… besides just your dirty chic rugged look…

1. everything you do is so god damn sexy… from your ysl lines, to your gucci, to now your own label…
2. everything is about sex with you which makes me assume you are a good lover…
3. the naked boys you cast in your eyewear campaigns are hot, and makes me think you fuck them and that is how they got the job…
4. your personal since of style makes me think you are charming and romantic- maybe even a gentleman 
and 5… you are just damn sexy…


if i could have a threesome with marc jacobs and his fiance Lorenzo… i would
If i could have all three of you at once… even better… if i could land a job designing under you, literally… i would do that too.
hahah … kidding… maybe… i don’t know how i feel about that…

if you ever fail in fashion, which you two won’t… well there is always a career in porn which will probably be so outstanding… and fashionable 



that importance of being Asian.

I think this post will be the first post with depth and relevance… HAH!
Besides the fact that I fill my days thinking about christian louboutin…
Or the fact that I spend hours a week deciding which designer I would like to have sex with, or 
how many times can I can use the words “fierce” or “hot mess” or “that’s hot” “tranny hot mess” in once sentence for my amusement…

but… on a more intelligent note, on a non superficial plane of my existence … yes I know that is hard to believe….

I had a thought on why being Asian is so important.

1. there is a very large disconnect in the social strata between races, particularly Asians in gay world.
Gay world is governed by shallow pretenses and first appearances… hence why I am so “fierce” when I walk into work, 
or how “butch” I am when I go to the grocery store. But regardless there is an underlying separation of races among gay men.

2. the stereotypes that have been built in our main streamed heterosexual agenda… well have capitalized and 
has hyper sexualized and desexualized Asians in general. And yes, I do believe that fashion has contributed 
to this… Ethnic cool… Sensuality over sexuality. Always this mind over matter, bhuddist nonsense 
of geisha lovers and dragon ladies. (then again I know a lot of those… mostly men)

3. as much as i bitch about it… i do love being asian. even if at times it makes me unattractive. 

and lastly… the reason why it is important to be asian… well for me at least… is to be called a gaysian.