Personal Bubbles, Orlando, and Teddy Bears

Personal bubbles – the invisible force that covers everybody that when people penetrate make someone feel instantly uncomfortable. I’ve always wondered why I, DC McLean, was never born with one of these personal bubbles that everyone else seems to possess. I’ve never been one that has ever felt uncomfortable when anyone got to close to me. In fact, I’m more affectionate with people, even complete strangers, and often say my “hellos” and “goodbyes” with a hug though it does bother people sometimes.

Why wasn’t I born with a personal bubble? Was it because of my upbringing? For most of my childhood life I lived in Latin America and in Latin America personal bubbles don’t exist. In fact, it’s considered rude to step away if someone steps close to you, even if they do invade your personal space. Also, living with a mostly Latin American family as the baby of the family I was never ignored and was always given a lot of attention. I wasn’t aware of personal bubbles until I first moved in America and someone told me to not get too close to them when I did invade their space.

However, after years of hearing of personal bubbles I’ve come to one final conclusion: PERSONAL BUBBLES DO NOT EXIST! I don’t care what you say but the simple truth is that personal bubbles are devices we make up to tell people we’re just not into them that way.

Let’s use an example. Let’s say that you really like this person so you unintentionally invade their personal bubble because you just like them that much. This person tells you to not invade their personal space by playing the personal bubble card. You respect this person’s personal space and let him/her have it. Fast forward a few weeks - or even days - later and you see someone new being very affectionate with the same person who you’ve been giving space; the same kind of affection you showed to them "so long ago". However, said person shows no signs of protest. They do not tell this new guy/girl to respect their space, they do not tell them to step away, nor do they play the personal bubble card. Miraculously, this person who told you to respect their personal space no longer has a personal bubble.

Why? Simple: They weren’t into you, so they told you to respect their personal space, but they do like this new person, so they don’t mind if the person does touch them and become affectionate with them. You could say, “Well, they probably know this person in a way you don’t know them. They might be new, but they might be dating.” They could, but still, if you really liked this person and they knew it, they would know you would feel cheated, you would feel hurt, you would feel so uncomfortable that you would rather do something else so you could ignore them in any way possible. By now, you should know this is how I feel right now but really, the personal bubble theory has always been lingering in my mind.

So now I suggest something to anyone that happens to read this blog. If you ever encounter someone that invades your “personal space” do not play the personal bubble card. You know, that if you’re single or once were, and this was someone that you did like, you wouldn’t say anything to stop them from being affectionate from you. In fact, you would be just as affectionate back and not give a fuck who was around you. You know this is true, so don’t try to deny it.

Anyways, on other news, it turns out I will not be in Fort Lauderdale while in Florida. I’ll be there for my training (or at least a place close to it) but I will not be there for my entire stay there. I’ll be in Orlando which sounds just as fun, but unfortunately, not the “gay-mecha” like I was hoping. I will post pictures of men I’ve met there so stay tuned to this blog as I will try to post on it more often to document my trip.

As promised I’ve decided to write a bit about another member of The Q I’ve become friends with: a friend who shall affectionally be referred to as Teddy Bear. Teddy Bear is the personal web guru in The Q. He completely revamped our website, added a chat room, a membership feature, and spent many hours working on the website, making it the best website it could be. Teddy Bear comes to The Q a lot too, cheering people up with his jolly disposition and his sense of humor. He’s a very likable person and to me a valued friend.

Teddy Bear is also very generous and when I didn’t have Coco the Corolla for a few months he gave me a ride home whenever he could. Our rides home are always interesting because when I ride a car with someone I like to talk with them. I might be annoying sometimes but I don’t know, it feels awkward to me if you’re quiet while someone is taking you home, because you won’t talk to them in you’re parting ways when the car stops moving.

Anyway, when I talk to Teddy Bear I usually talk about something I witnessed or something I’m thinking and Teddy Bear always gives me his input. A lot of times it seems like we’re having a debate but I value his point of view and take what he says to me to heart as Teddy Bear is a wiser individual than I am. I know that we’ll be friends for a long time and I look forward to talking to him when I get to the Q.

Anyways, that;s all I have to say for now. I’ll blog again when I’m in Florida!

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British and Transvestite(!) Heat: Austin Drage

Austin Drage is a young, attractive man I found a few years ago while I was looking for a new guy to add to my hot guy archive. I found just a few pictures of him then and then I thought, “Oh, he’s cute” and I added him like most guys who I find incredibly hot. I never really thought to check what he did but since he had a guitar I assumed he was a musician of some sort. I didn’t look for his music then or look for his videos on YouTube. I just kept him as a guy I would stare at.

Well, for many years I’ve come back time and time again looking at Austin Drage who I learned was British. I used him as a character of mine and I kept on looking for him and found more pictures of whatever set he did but never found anymore pictures of him which I was curious about. Finally, a few days ago while looking at him and playing the character who has his him as his picture I finally took the time to find a video of him on YouTube. The videos I got were of him singing, a shirtless video of him (which I will post) and a video of the Honeytraps.

I wasn’t sure who the Honeytraps were but after seeing the shirtless video of Austin, I knew that he was part of some group so I assumed they were it. I looked at one of the videos and sure enough I thought I saw him and two other guys dressed like woman singing some song that sounded very familiar to me. Only later did I learn it was a tribute. I looked for more videos of The Honeytraps and found only one more where they sang the same song, but were still dressed like woman only a lot more convincingly.

I did even more investigating and finally found out what Austin Drage was a part of. In England (Maybe Denmark, I really don't give a shit) there was a show on C4 that was called Boys Will Be... Girls. The point of the show was to take a group of boys, make them appear like woman, have them show a video and try to convince the record industry that they were a new girl group when in fact these women were actually men.

The first video the Honeytraps made succeeded in this. If I hadn’t read the caption before and had seen this video for the first time I would be convinced that the video was that of women even though the singer of the band had a very husky sounding voice. The song was a cover of the song “Just Wishing/ If I Had A Photograph Of You” by Flock of Seagulls.

Is Austin Drage a transvestite? I don’t know. Is he hot even if he is a transvestite? FUCK YEAH! I love Austin Drage and I actually really like the song he did with his little band even though I can’t tell what woman he is. I think he’s the singer. Anyways, after the pictures I post of him there will be 4 videos. The videos are as follows:

1) A video of Austin Drage Shirtless.

2) A video from the show Boys Will Be… Girls which shows the boys looking at their video.

3) A full video of the finished product. I promise, you’ll be astounded.

4) The first video I saw and I though Austin Drage was one of them. It's a actually a tribute but worth a look even though they are not anywhere as good as the professionals. You can tell they are men in this one.

The videos are after the pictures but you should look at the pictures? Isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen?















Anyways, here are the videos:

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So that concludes my post about Austin Drage! Hope you enjoy him as much as I do!

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Being Extraordinary and Florida

It’s 4 AM and after a night out at the clubs I really don’t understand why I decided to stay up to post a blog or two. The whole truth of the matter is that I don’t really post much on this blog as it evident to whoever has read this. It’s already June 9, 2008 and my last blog post was May 19, 2008. I probably won’t post again until I come back from Florida and even then I’ll probably be pulling shit out of thin air.

It’s not that I have a terribly unremarkable life; it’s just that it’s just not that remarkable. It’s not extraordinary in the least and an ordinary life will yield an ordinary individual and more than anything, I want to be extraordinary. I think that’s what most people want: They want to be extraordinary.

Think about it? Why are we so obsessed with the stars of today? We may say we hate them, but why do we hate them? Do we hate them because they’re stupid or do we hate them because we’re jealous of them that for some reason they get the attention we want? I mean, I say I don’t care what people say about me, but I actually do. I want people to like me, I want people to say: “Wow, DC is a great guy.” However, if I got the attention that someone like Paris Hilton got, I wouldn’t give a fuck what people thought about me.

We hate stars like Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, and Lindsay Lohan because for someone reason they became extraordinary and we didn’t. We think: “We can do what they do everyday so why am I still ordinary? Why am I not extraordinary?” It’s a stupid thought really for I’ve learned from Davey Wavey’s blog Break the Illusion (Look for a link in the bottom of this post) that we shape our lives how we want them to be. If we say, “I am extraordinary” the universe will listen and we will become extraordinary no matter how ordinary we may seem. Our lives will resonate as being extraordinary as we are and we will yield its extraordinary benefits.

Now, as for some DC’s life news, a while ago I got accepted to a great opportunity. I got accepted to the Obama Organizing Fellows Program and I will be helping Barack Obama win the presidential election by spreading him message of change and volunteering for him at a state that at the moment seems to be Florida. I will, for sure, be doing my training at Fort Lauderdale and hopefully I’ll be staying there as well though I foolishly told them that I would relocate to another state if they needed me to.

I leave on Friday, June 13 and I will come back sometime in late July. I will be leaving in such an importune time. I leave the day before Pride Fest and my niece’s third birthday and I don’t even know when I’m actually supposed to be at the airport. I’ll be at Fort Lauderdale at June 13 at 1:15 PM but who will be there to wait for me? Will there be anybody there? When will the call me? Where is the county where I’m supposed to stay and do my training at? Will I get to stay in Fort Lauderdale? Millions of questions are resonating in my mind.

Well, I that WIT (What I’m Thinking) at 4 AM this day on June but I think I’ll be OK. I’ll post another blog right after this one! Have a good day everyone!

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Texan Heat - Caleb Lane

I've lived in Texas for a pretty long time and it's evident to me that Texas is a hot spot for talent scouts. When you think about it a lot of celebrities seem to have come from Texas and it always astounds me how many celebrities that I used to watch everyday were born and raised in the Lone Star State.

Aside from musicians, actors, and athletes Texas has also yields a lot of amazingly hot men and in my opinion, the model who probably has a better status then all the rest is Caleb Lane. I've loved Caleb Lane ever since I saw him. I've always liked blond-haired, blue-eyed guys and Caleb was one of the hottest I have ever seen.

Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of pictures of Caleb Lane (only 10) so I've included them all here. If anyone out there has anymore then the ones I've posted, please direct me to them. I will be eternally grateful and give you a shout out in my next post and if you have a blog, advertise it. But once again, without any further ado, I present to you, Texan Heat - Caleb Lane:





















To see a larger size of every picture just click on them. To learn more about Caleb go here.

((Link provided by Most Beautiful Man))

STDs and Lex Luthor

“FUCK!” These were the words that resounded in my mind after reading my results last Wednesday. My life had been going so well too. I got hired possibly for two jobs, I had my car back, I was going back to school (which was way overdue) and I had a large network of friends that I really cared for. Then, crap had to happen. Let me explain…

This all started Wednesday afternoon when Pisha and I decided to go to the Q because we were bored. ASA was there giving a specific kind of test and well, I wanted to get tested. We got the Q and Pisha went first. After she was done (BTW, she is fine)I went. The test: Rapid HIV Testing / My results: Positive. That’s right, I have HIV. I FUCKING HAVE HIV!

This is so not good. I’m only 22 years old, I have a hard time finding and keeping jobs, I haven’t graduated from school yet, I have a family that annoys me to no end, I’m gay and have no boyfriend, I have a hard time finding a boyfriend, and now I have a fucking life-threatening disease that makes everything else in my life seem so minimal yet increases all the other problems ten fold.

This is in no way a good thing, but hey there is still hope. Advances in medical history have allowed people with HIV live long and full lives so it doesn’t mean I have to die anytime soon. I have friends that support me wholeheartedly and I’m sure my family will and my test results were not 100%. You see, they said it was maybe a false positive so I should know by Wednesday, May 28th if I have HIV for sure. Still, it scares the fuck out of me.

On other news, my job search was long and hard but I finally landed a job at Baskin Robbins. Yeah, it’s not the most glamorous job in the world, but hey, it’s a job and I think I’ll be staying there as long as they have me, or until I can find a better job. I have a job at Mighty Fine that I might get and a job lined up at a place called La Morada as a waiter which if I get, will open the door to a lot of more jobs.

In school related news, I start school on May 27th and I signed up for two classes during the summer. If you know me, you know that I’m terrible in Math and for this reason I have to take a remedial math course before I take College Algebra. It’s not the best thing to have in my record, but I’m happy to say that after I take this math course I’ll be on my way of wiping College Algebra out of the way! The other class is English Comp I but I’m sure I’ll do fine in that class.

Let’s move onto friend news. So, I know I haven’t updated this blog since a few months ago, but for the past few months I’ve been visiting this place called The Q. The Q is a community center for gay males from the ages 18 – 29 and what we do is volunteer around Austin, focusing strongly on encouraging Safe Sex within the gay community. Other than that, it’s also an awesome networking tool as most of the people there are gay and closer to my age than other spots around Austin.

I started going on October, and let me tell you, I fell in love with The Q so fast and so hard it’s become a large part of my life. Some of the people on the Q can be quite shady, but I think I hold more friends there than people who are unsure about me or don’t like me very much so I enjoy going there.

There are several people there who I care very much about but for now, I will tell you about my favorite member. My favorite member is one of the leaders, which I will affectionately refer to as Lex as he looks like Michael Rosenbaum from Smallville. Lex is a person I think I’m falling for even though he doesn’t feel the same way about me.

It’s strange, but even though he doesn’t feel the same way I don’t see myself “getting over him” anytime soon like I have with other people. I love the way he looks, the way he acts, the way he speaks to me and I hope with all my heart it’s because he’s a friend to me and just not because he’s one of the leaders of The Q. After all, I value his friendship and I hope he values mine.

Lex will never read this blog, for I don’t think he keeps up with it since it is rarely ever posted in (and I’m sorry to those who do take even a time to even look at it but I’m far from being a blogger) but I’m fine with it. Even though I do realize I like him and I probably always will I’m not ready for him to know the extent of my feelings foe him. He will probably never know and even though that is sad, I’d rather have him as a friend always rather then the possibility of losing him because we dated and then had a messy break-up.

There are other members I will tell everyone about but I will tell you all about them later, possibly in a WIT (What I Think) blog for now it is time for me to go. I will post a blog of another hot guy later! Have a great day bloggers!

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A Party at My Crib

I’ve never been one for parties. I mean, I do like them but unlike most people, I don’t do much during parties. I don’t drink as much because I don’t like the taste of alcohol and well, I’ve never been one for drugs so taking any are out of the question for me. During a party the only thing I do is pretty much talk and watch whatever is on TV, if there is anything on it at all. Also, even though I do talk to a few people, mingling is sometimes hard. Most of the time, when a party starts, the hosts and half of the people who show up are already drunk off their asses and well, I don’t drink enough at parties to even get tipsy.

I’m not sure when I started to be such a drag when it came to parties since when I was a kid, I got invited and I would go to parties practically every weekend. I think it started though when I entered Junior High. When I did, I had just moved to Austin and I didn’t know anyone there. The result of that was getting no special invitation to the superficial “in” crowd in Junior High and the result of that was getting no invites to parties. In fact, I don’t remember ever going to a party during Junior High.

High School wasn’t much better either. The crowds had expanded and even though I was popular in High School I think that I was feared by many of the students because even though I was drug and alcohol free, I acted so different from many of my other peers that I think most of them thought I was either high or drunk when they first met me. That kind of puzzled me because well, from what I heard, that’s what people did when they went to parties: Get high and/or get drunk.

After High School I started to really hang out with people and this is when things really started for me. After High School I started to hang out with Pisha and Pisha did get invited to parties during High School. Since Pisha and I became very close and good friends fast it was only natural for me to meet some of her friends and this is how my career with parties started.

The first party was one that was actually thrown in my house. You see, while my parents were out of town I was home alone and Pisha basically lived with me at my house. She stayed there for about a week and after she left another friend of mine, Scant Queen, started to live at my house. Scant Queen basically wanted to live at my house for a week as well and since I was bored a lot of the time I let her even though I shouldn’t have.

You see, Scant Queen wanted to throw me a party. At the time the party was for me to meet other people since I wanted a boyfriend but in the end a lot of the gay people she invited through MySpace were busy that night and couldn’t come. A lot of them also had boyfriends that meant if I wanted a boyfriend it wouldn’t happen with any of them. Well, it also happened to be Scant Queen’s birthday that week and she decided to throw a party that was unfortunately at my house.

When the day of the party came I had made a lot of preparations to have fun and it seemed things would be fine for a while but after we had set up the stereo system, my older sister visited my house and saw the stereo system and she was immediately suspicious. Scant Queen and I tried to convince her that it was just for entertainment purposes because my radio was sort of busted and it seemed that we convinced her because she didn’t question us much. My older sister also had a baby, my niece, and I didn’t think that she would be showing up later.

The party came and a lot of people came. It seemed to be a nice party but I immediately noticed two things about the party. I didn’t know over half the people and the party wasn’t mine anymore, it was Scant Queen’s. She kept telling people that it was her party, which was fine at the moment. It did kind of piss me off that it was happening at my house and that my liquor was being served but I didn’t think much of it, that is until an unexpected visitor showed up.

You see, unbeknownst to me, my older sister’s ex-husband had taken my baby niece for the weekend and my sister decided to drop by my house later that night because she was suspicious about the stereo system we had set up. Her worst unspoken accusations were confirmed.

When my sister came I had to tell people to leave and well, I tired to do it as calm as possible. I first told the people in the back. I walked over to them and started to pick things up to clean up and told them, “Hey, I’m sorry to break up the party, but you guys have to leave. My sister just showed up.” A lot of people didn’t seem to understand but after a while they began to do so, but apparently they ignored me and walked through the house to leave rather than take the back door like Pisha, who was there, did.

As I walked back in the house I overheard my sister talk to Scant Queen. My sister asked Scant Queen if she thought she was stupid or something because Scant Queen had tired to convince my sister earlier that we weren’t throwing a party and Scant Queen did something that ended our friendship. She blamed it all on me. She said, and I quote, “This is DC’s party. I have nothing to do with it.” The bitch blamed the party on me when she had been telling other people all night long that it was her party. The bitch also had the audacity to continue the party somewhere else with other people while I cleaned all night.

I was more mad at Scant Queen that she blamed the party and didn’t offer to help me clean up my house after it which was my punishment after my sister discovered a party was happening at my house. Pisha and Dumb dumb who didn’t have anything to do with the party offered to help me clean up but I didn’t let them but Scant Queen, she didn’t even offer to help me clean up my house when it was her party all along.

The most frustrating thing is that when my sister acts like a total bitch she always adds the fact that she busted one of “my parties” into the argument when it happened over a year ago. I wish she would just drop it but when my sister acts more like the bitch she claims she’s not, she says things that not only make her a bitch but a cunt-licking, double-gendered bitch which I appreciate to not have to talk to. However, unfortunately it’s my sister’s prerogative to choose whom to talk to and she talks to me. For this reason, I can’t wait to have my own place so I can throw her out when she visits if she gets out of line.

I’ve gone to other parties but not all of them have been unpleasant experiences. The best parties I’ve gone to have been the gay parties I’ve been invited to before or involve people that I’ve actually met before. Good things always happen to me at these parties. I’ll perform Karaoke (which is one of my favorite pastimes), I’ll flirt with men (which is another of my favorite pastimes), or something completely random (like, for example, being lathered in butter and then having cocoa powder sprinkled all over my body) will happen. Those are my favorite parties and hope to attend more of those in the future.

All in all I believe parties are a great pastime because the ones that I’ve considered fun have always been a blast to go to and I’ve met loads of interesting people. It’s sometimes fun but it can sometimes be a pain. If you go to party and a lot of people have been drinking heavily it’s annoying to talk to them sometimes. A lot of the time, when people drink a lot they seem to know everything and if you talk to them about something that you only know about like your family, they will throw in completely pointless comments and act like you’re related to them. This happens a lot at Mexican parties and it annoys me when it does, because last time I checked, my last name wasn’t Hernandez, Gomez, Ramirez, or La Bamba La Bamba.

A lot of time parties also feature a lot of acts of public intimacy. People will hook up and like an animal, the hook up will be acknowledged and the property will be marked. However, nothing is more annoying or uncomfortable than watching someone you actually have romantic feeling for make out and/or grope with someone that they know but you do not. The people they have “hired” as their date or hook up that night also may not always be mean and it sucks because it means you can’t act like a bitch to them or hire other people to take care of them for you. Also, if I go to an orgy party, I prefer to know I’m going to one before I arrive so I can prepare myself.

Anyways, I hope to post pictures of a few parties and tell you another party story soon so please stay tuned. Also, visit my blog in early December to see the videos of the month for that week. See ya all soon!

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Videos of the Month for November, 2007

It's November, the month of the turkey and to some extent GLBT History Month. (It could have been last month but if it was I found out at the last minute and am celebrating it this month!) I wasn't sure what to post this month which is why I am posting like 6 days late, but fear not, I've now posted them!

I couldn't find too many videos about Turkeys or about GLBT history so I just took some videos from my favorite videos folder and as you know, some of them are pretty gay so I hope that makes up for it!

Anyways, here are the videos of the month for the month of November, 2007:

I Don't Feel Like Dancin' - a song by Scissor Sisters but a video performed by the amazingly cute Matthew Williams in Japan!
Vajapocalypse - A skit by The Soup about the word VAGINA AKA Va-jay-jay!
I'm Always Naked Because - A video from some blogger named Davey. He's always naked in his videos and here he answers why. Kind of pointless to some extent but he is a good piece of eye candy! Visit his blog at www.breaktheillusion.com
and Gimme More - An acoustic cover of Britney's amazingly popular song. These boys were some of the winners of The Cutest Boy(s) on YouTube Contest. The acoustic cover is actually pretty good too!