June 2008 Archives

So I'm at a thing last night, a social thing. I seem to always find myself at some kind of thing or another, especially since I'm promoting my party and all now. It's a gay thing, guys are there, they're flirting with me, some more obviously than others as I work the room, flyers in hand. I'm nice, I smile. I won't flat out tell someone that I'm not interested unless they're just like really offensive, like that guy who touched my ass at Ultra the other night. I almost went the fuck off, y'all know I don't get down like that. You see why I don't wear dress pants. Anyway, as I socialized that night I began to think about all the guys that try to get at me on a daily basis whether it be at an event, or online, through here or whatever and how I'm just not into them for the most part. Why is it that I don't attract what I want? And then when I go out to get what I'm attracted to that doesn't seem to work out either.

Dating sucks. I hate meeting new people. I hate having to tell them the same stories, the same jokes, the same anecdotes, laughing the same laughs, sharing my idiosyncrasies over and over again and having to memorize theirs all for them to just up and stop calling or for things to fall apart in a few weeks time. Those people who rejoice in being single, I don't get it. I like the idea of having someone to take care of and depend on. I want someone to want to know my whereabouts and someone to spend a considerable amount of my time with. I want to build a life with someone, to have our individual lives braided together into one. Even in my more promiscuous days I never really believed in the whole "ain't no pussy like new pussy" thing. 'Cuz when the lights go out it really doesn't feel much different one from another. It's the feelings you have (or don't have) for the person that makes it differ. Like I said before as I getting older I'm getting more and more like my Dad, just a simple, no frills guy and I tend to be looking for someone more like my Mom, beautiful and feisty, who likes to dress me. I guess the right one will come along some day. I've dated a few people in the last few months but it's been like "anh whatever..."

Honestly, the main reason for my dating apathy as of late is that I wasn't fully over Pubby. Oh Jesus, I feel like such an idiot saying that but it's true. I didn't tell y'all this, but somewhere during those weeks that I didn't blog as frequently as I normally there was a relapse. We tried it again, what was that, number five? I've never been the make-up to break-up type until now. It was like, just at the moment that I thought I was finally good. I stopped the begging and pleading. I let go any hope of us in the future. Just when I was angry enough at him for hurting me again and strong enough in myself to move on he called. He sounded so weak and so small, like he needed me and I caved in. Of course it didn't work out. unless he was a totally different person I pretty much knew it wouldn't. The reason why I didn't say anything to y'all is because, frankly I was embarrassed. Trust me, I'm hardly deluded about this sorta thing. I fully realize that going back to something for the fifth time that has failed all four previous times is stupid and destined to fail again, but I walked back into again anyway. Why?

I look at my relationship with Pubby like a drug addiction. It's like doing "coke" (cocaine) or "ex" (ecstasy) or "k" (ketamine or "special k") or crack or whatever the kids are doing in the clubs now. You know it's stupid and no good for you and will only lead to your downfall but you indulge in it anyway because it feels good at the time and you think it makes you look cool while clean people look at you like you're a stupid ass druggie and make fun of you behind your back and to your face sometimes, but you're too high to notice. The good days with him, the highs of our relationship were so high and everything was so great, but those bad days with him, when we were arguing, coming down from that shit was the worst. It's like something a drug user once told me about using drugs "no high is better than your first high and every time you use drugs you try to achieve that first high again". Yeah, but you just said that no high is better than your first high and that there's no way you can get that again so why keep trying? You're only killing yourself. Stupid, huh? Exactly. When the rationale behind my participation in a bad relationship became congruent to that of a drug user I knew it was definitely time to take my ass to relationship rehab. I'm not 100% sure exactly what that is yet but I know that that I cannot do anymore. So I quit, cold turkey and this time it feels easier than it's even been before. Whenever I feel weak I'll have to remind myself of how terrible the lows were and how fucked up my future would be if I were to continue this vicious cycle.

Like most recovered drug users who curse the first day they ever messed with their drug of choice sometimes I wish I never met Pubby. If only I could go back and do it all over again, to spare myself all of the drama of the past months. They say it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. I'll have to respectfully disagree. That whole thing I really didn't need. I can't think of anything I gained from it that was worth all the stress. I guess it is what it is. I don't regret it. I know that everything happens for a reason, but if I'd known then what I know now I wouldn't have let things go down quite the same way. Lesson learned, even though I had to get left back five times.

Another thing about drugs, my lovely readers. I make a lot of jokes here, but I'm really serious about this. If any of you are doing drugs please stop. There is nothing cute or fabulous about it. As of late, being out and about, I've been around drug users and it's really not a game. Even if you feel that your addiction is "manageable", that in itself is an oxymoron, nothing about addiction is manageable. You see it all over TV and magazines all these celebrities and starlets, the so-called "Young Hollywood" sect, your Lindsay Lohan's, your Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen's, your Britney Spears' and people like that stumbling in and out of clubs and off to rehab centers. This shit is NOT okay. These people have all kinds of issues inside that have led them to act out in such ways and all the money in the world hasn't been able to heal them. There's nothing healthy about this behavior and the fact that young people across the world try to emulate this shit because they think it's cute is crazy. I sure as hell don't get it. I didn't even think that black folks got down with that drug shit like that besides a little weed here and there (and even that isn't good), boy was I wrong. These kids pop pills and sniff coke like its going out of style. And it's not even a new thing, I just never paid much attention to it before, but it was happening right under my nose (forgive the pun). So if you're in a club and someone offers you a drug please just say no. And if you are currently using drugs don't be afraid to get help. And if you have friends that do drugs get them some help too. The last thing I need is to step over some drugged out queen convulsing on a dance floor somewhere, dying over some perfectly avoidable shit. I thought they left that shit in the 80's.

Crack is wack.

Coke is a joke.

Hugs, not drugs.

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Playing In The Background...
"Rehab"
by Rihanna
from the album "Good Girl, Gone Bad"
and
"Rehab"
by Amy Winehouse
from the album "Back To Black"
and
"Addictive"
by Truth Hurts
from the album "Truthfully Speaking"
and
"Fanatic"
by Vivian Green
from the album "A Love Story"
and
"The Way That I Love You
by Ashanti
from the album "The Declaration"
and
"Your Gonna Miss"
by Ashanti
from the album "The Declaration"
and
"So Over You"
by Ashanti
from the album "The Declaration"
and
"Stepping Stone"
by Duffy
from the album "Rockferry"
"I Wish"
by Carl Thomas
from the album "Emotional"
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Pictures:
- Me & my homie/party promoter Dwight Allen O'Neal at Club Ultra for the "Kiss My Black Ass" party Thursday night after the Bleu gala.
- Dwight, Nathan "7" Scott & Me at the Bleu gala. The photo was taken by WireImage. I look so short in that picture.
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On Thursday night there was a 2nd Anniversary gala mixer party thingy for Bleu Magazine at the Samsung store at Time Warner Center here in New York. It was nice mingling, talking, networking. We ended up at Club Ultra after for Fred Pierce & Lee Soulja's "Kiss My Black Ass Party".

As you can see from the pics I have on a paisley shirt, slacks, and boat shoes. I didn't even have a fitted on. Y'all already know that's so not me. I was styled for this event. People seemed to like the look though and were definitely taken aback by my temporary change in style. Is this the beginning of a new look for me? Hell fuckin' no! Especially after an old friend of mine I ran into at Ultra told me I looked thirty (fuckin' bitch! lol) But it was nice for the night and other occasions like that I guess.

Check out both of my pics on WireImage here.

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Playing In The Background...
"Disrespectful" feat. Mary J. Blige
by Chaka Khan
from the album "Funk This"
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Hey y'all,

As you know, we're approaching pride weekend here in New York and in cities all around the country. Everybody's scrambling around trying to make their last minute plans for the weekend with the question du jour escaping from everyone's lips being: "Where the party at?" The party's wherever I am and this is where I'll be this weekend.

My good friends New York-based club promoters Men Are From Mars are throwing parties all weekend. Here's the info and see you there. For more info on these events check out their website at: http://menarefrommars.net

Friday, June 27th, 2008
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at Prime
511 West 28th bet 10th & 11th Aves
NYC

Saturday, June 28th, 2008
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at The Fillmore Theatre at Irving Plaza
17 Irving Place (15th St bet 3rd & 4th Ave)
NYC

Sunday, June 29th, 2008
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at Plumm
246 West 14th St @ 8th Ave
NYC
(and yes, that's my torso on the back of the flyer)

For more info check out their website: http://menarefrommars.net/ or call 212.714.4519

SEE YOU THERE!

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Playing In The Background...
"When I Grow Up"
by The Pussycat Dolls
from the album "Doll Domination"
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So I'm sitting here, right, minding my own business, doing some work on my computer when out of the blue my 32' flat screen just shuts the fuck off. No fizzle, no pop, no smoke, no tick-tick-boom, nothing. I'm fiddling with wires and shit and it's not turning back on. My TV is dead. This is bullshit. It's less than 2 years old with no previous problems and unfortunately beyond warranty.

I called a TV repair place not too far up from me in Washington Heights and the guy gave me no clear answers as to how much repairs cost. All I could decipher through his Spanglish (more 'spang' than 'lish') was that I had to bring my big ass TV there and leave a deposit and that whatever repair it needed would cost a few hundred dollars and take at least a week.

I'm a native New Yorker so I don't trust anyone, especially so-called repair people. Who says his repair will fix the problem longer than the time it takes for me to lug my TV back home? And then what? What guarantees do I have? ¿Qué es mis garantías? This guy hardly speaks English and I'm gonna hand him over my TV for a week. What if they close down or something, this is a mom and pop shop, not a major corporation. Who is there to sue? This is what those type of "Shame on you" ,"Help me Howard" scam shit stories I've seen on the news over and over again are made of. I'm a Leo, I need security and I can't deal with the drama.

Fuck it. I'ma have to pay somebody to drive my ass out to Long Island or Westchester to Wal-Mart and get my ass a new TV with an extended warranty. I'm also cheap and although I have it I really don't wanna have to shell out this money right now. I got trips to take and parties to plan, I'm still getting over the $250 I had to spend to buy a new air conditioner two weeks ago. This is some bullshit. I hate unexpected expenses.

I'm so over this.

Maybe I can live without a TV. Then I can cut my cable off and save even more money every month. But I work from home. I need my TV. Dammit I'll miss Maury, The View, Oprah and Tyra... decisions... decisions...

Where's a sugar daddy when you need one? Nah, lemme stop. I'm way too proud of a person to just use some dude for his money... I'ma see how I feel tonight and by tomorrow I guess I'll figure this one out.

I just needed to vent y'all.

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Playing In The Background...
"Bills, Bills, Bills"
by Destiny's Child
from the album: The Writings On The Wall"
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And yes, I know "technicological" is not a word, neither is "chronicological". Y'all know i make up my own shit sometimes. That's the South Carolina in me.

Well, not to sound conceited or anything but I guess it is what it is... There was a time in my life where I wasn't as good looking as I am now. Not that I'm claiming to be the best looking guy in the world but I'd be remiss if I didn't acknowledge that I'd come a long way. Anyway, it's funny how there are those guys you tried to talk to, holler at, hit up online back in the day and they ignored you, dissed you, played you and paid you dust, you remember them? But then they see you now and their like all up on your dick, in my case literally, but we'll get to that later.

I remember this guy I met online a while back, in the spirit of the Democratic nomination, let's call him Barack. Barack asked me to come by his house and chill with him a while before he went to work, so I did. He answered his door kinda cute, short, lightskinned, petite, just the way I like 'em. He was a dancer too, I like dancers, they're flexible. After some small talk he announced that he was taking a shower. My dick jumped in mischievous delight at the thought that I knew what that gesture meant. When you're chillin' with a dude, especially a bottom, well that's who I always "chill" with so I guess that's all I know, says "I'm taking a shower" or "I'm takin' a shower real quick" that usually means that he's getting ready for sex. I thought we'd get a little quickie in before he went to work. In this case he was really just taking a shower. After the shower he came back into the room, naked and flirty, making sure I got a full view of his ass as he sashayed in and out of the room, getting ready for work. I thought I'd at least get some head out of the deal. No such luck. I walked him to work and that was that. That was until I got home later and over the phone I mentioned to him I was cooking that night. He asked me if I could go back downtown to his job and bring him some of my home cooked dinner. I did, he ate it and I ended up spending the rest of his shift with him. We laughed, we talked, he danced for me seductively. After the night ended I walked him home. As he turned the key and opened his door I leaned in behind him, just knowing that he was gonna let me in. He didn't, instead he turned around, gave me a grandma peck on the lips and never called me again.

Fast forward to December 30th, 2007. Out of the blue I get a call from Barack. He tells me that he'd heard about all the things I'd been doing, namely this blog and then he complimented my pictures. Then he asked me what I was doing for New Year's. At that moment I had no plans, but I certainly wasn't planning to do shit with him, not after the way he played me. We ran into each other on the street once and he's called once since then. I know he wanted to see me again. He was throwing all the obvious hints but I just wouldn't take the bait. Shit, if I wasn't good enough for him back then what the fuck would he think want to do with his ass now? Fuck that shit. Granted, I was horny as shit the day I met him and my mind was on one thing, at least for that moment but he still didn't have to just up and stop calling me. He could've told me that he didn't want to have sex that day, that woulda been cool. He was somebody I would have wanted to actually date, at least from the little I knew then, it wasn't all about sex, but he just kept throwing it in my face. Obviously he wasn't that in to me then and now I'm not into him.

Then there was this other guy, in the spirit of the Republican nomination let's call him McCain. McCain was a guy I hit up quite a few times online back in the day and he paid my ass no mind, just straight up ignored me. I thought he was so fine, but he obviously didn't feel me like that.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago. McCain hits me up online on some "Yo, whaddup? What's good?" shit. Even though a while had passed since the times I used to hit him up I knew exactly who he was. His pictures changed but he looked the same. I obviously didn't look the same, so much so that he didn't even recognize me. I hit him back and we ended up having a conversation online which ended with us exchanging numbers. My plan was to get him to my crib, fuck him, send him home and never call him again as my twisted revenge for the way he rejected me. After some thinking I got to thinking about how fucked up that little plan would be so I decided against it and left things alone.

One night a week or so later while at club with friends, who do I run into but McCain. I saw him, I gestured hello and migrated to another area. A few moments later while I'm in the bathroom I get this text from him: "U look really good tonight." I found him on the dance floor again and we started to dance, well, as y'all know I can't really dance, but they were playing reggae music so all I did was stand, backed up against the back wall as he grinded and twirled his ass up on my dick. In the midst of the grinding and twirling and his numerous grabs of my naked dick, his hands sliding down into my pants and underwear, I realized; damn, now that I met him he's not all that attractive to me, partly because of the way he rejected me before and partly because he just wasn't all that attractive to me and he has a tongue ring. I HATE TONGUE RINGS (no offense to my tongue ring wearing readers but hey, ya like what ya like). He was grinding up all over me, into me, feeling me, I should be enjoying this but my dick wouldn't even stay hard.

After that night he was calling my phone HARD. I mean, yeah I coulda had him come to my crib, had him suck my dick, fucked him senseless and sent him on his way, but why? That would be mean, but what's even meaner is just straight ignoring his advances. When someone is basically giving the ass away and the other person doesn't take it, that must make that first person feel like shit, less than shit, shit's shit. So he continued calling me and texting me "Yo pa, what's good?", "When we gon' chill?", "I feel like a stalker, y r u not answering my phone calls?" He's just not getting it. Well, back in the day I didn't get it either, but he'll learn. I did.

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Playing In The Background...
"If I Could"
by Dru Hill
from the album "Dru World Order"
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noahsarc.jpgEarlier tonight I was one of the privileged few who attended the inaugural screening of the "Noah's Arc: Jumping The Broom" movie here in New York. We all know "Noah's Arc," the half hour LOGO network drama series about the love and lives of four LA based gay black men. Unfortunately, there was a gag order put on the audience and I'm not allowed to tell you all anything about the movie. There is one thing I can say though... the movie was GREAT! It exceeded all my expectations, it was written well, it had drama, it had suspense, a whole lotta laughs and a certain realness that took it to another level, surpassing the TV show. I'll put it this way, the same way the "Sex And The City" movie was spectacular and totally eclipsed the TV show, that's the same way the "Noah's Arc" movie is. I don't know when it will be released to a theatre near you but when it is, go see it!

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Playing In The Background...
"The Greatest"
by Michelle Williams
from the album "Unexpected"
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So I emailed the people at WireImage.

They fixed my name on their site.

Click here to check out my pic now

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Playing In The Background...
"Yeah You"
by N.E.R.D
from the album "Seeing Sounds"
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A man is like soap in a prison shower.

If you hold on to him too tightly he'll slip right out of your hands.

Then you'll have to bend over backwards so you won't get fucked over to get him back.

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Hey everybody,

I just wrapped up an appearance on the Memphyz Unloaded BlogTalkRadio Show. Y'all know I love doing these internet radio things. Memphyz's callers called in and asked me questions also. Speaking of radio things I'm slated to appear on my good friend DJ Doo-Dirty's Radio Show next month. Be on the lookout for that.

These are the things I discussed with Memphyz:
(I come in from 15:48 on)
- "The North Face Hoodie penis..."
- The "coochie cutter" story
- My party/text line
- My departure from ADtv
- My work with Bleu Magazine
- My experience with Jermaine Dupri
- My BGC profile page, user: abi0728
- My relationship status
- Missy Elliott's new single, "Best, Best"
- My description of the perfect guy for me
- "I'm not that special..."
- My dick print in the silver shorts
- Why I didn't retouch my pictures from my 25th Birthday photo shoot
- Friday night, no date, no friends, no boyfriend...
and more.

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN TO THE SHOW

CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE SHOW
(You may need to right click + "save link as" or "save target as" to download the file)

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Playing In The Background...
"Beautiful Nightmare"
by Beyonce
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Pictures:
- Me and actress Lisa Arrindell-Anderson
- A screen shot of my photo on WireImage.com
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Last year was the first time I participated in a celebrity reading event called the "Harlem USA Read-A-Thon" (check out the pics and story from last year here). The event puts together celebrities and regular people with cool jobs together with groups of children to read to them and to teach them the importance of reading for their future. Yesterday I participated in it again for the second time. The celebrity I got paired with was actress Lisa Arrindell-Anderson you may have seen her in films such as Tyler Perry's "Madea's Family Reunion" and "Big Momma's House 2". We had a great time with the kids.

WireImage was on hand as well and took my picture, now it's up on their site. So if a press outlet ever needed a picture of me there it is. Unfortunately, the publicist for the event goofed and got my name wrong. Instead of writing Adam Benjamin Irby he wrote "Adam Irby Benjamin" which is now how I'm billed on WireImage. That sucks, but at least I'm there. Hopefully, there will be many more to come and for those my name will be right.

Click here to check out the page my photo is on on WireImage.

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Playing In The Background...
"Take A Picture"
by Mya
from the album "Moodring"
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What's good Chicago readers?

I'm comin to Chicago for y'alls pride Independence Day Weekend. I'll be there from July 3rd to July 6th. I've never been to Chicago before so hopefully some of y'all can show me around and make me feel at home. ;)

-Adam

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Playing In The Background...
"Homecoming"
by Kanye West
from the album "Graduation"
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As you have probably seen on the promotional materials for my 25th birthday party there is a phone number that I have given as the Party Line. This is the official number where you can receive the most up-to-date information about the party. Well, the party is about six weeks away, a little too early for those party calls and texts to start rolling in so in the meantime since it's here and all, I see it as a good way for you all to keep up with me. I suggest that you text me on this line as I probably won't be answering the phone up until a few days before the party. This is experimental so feel free to tell me anything and I'll do my best to hit you back.

I don't think this has ever really been done on a blog before, at least not that I know of but here goes:

TEXT ME OR LEAVE ME A MESSAGE AT:
1.646.881.6326

I can't wait to hear from you all.

-Adam

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Playing In The Background...
"Call Me"
by Tweet
from the album "Southern Hummingbird"
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Yesterday I attended a press conference at the DefJam offices here in New York where music mogul and super producer Jermaine Dupri was introducing his newest artist, YouTube sensation 21 year-old Dondria aka Phatfffat. She's being touted as the first artist to be signed to a major label discovered on YouTube. He played some of her music and it's great! Her voice is CRAZY! I met her and interviewed her for Bleu Magazine and she's a very sweet and down to earth girl in spite of her instant stardom.

The footage of the whole event will be up on Bleu Magazine's website soon. Unfortunately though, I had no camera person with me on this one so I had to take my own footage and the JD footage came out a tad bit ghetto and dark. He had to wear that damn hat the whole time that obscured his face from the light. But because I love y'all here's a sneak peek.

And if you don't have a subscription to Bleu Magazine yet, what the hell you waiting on? It's only 10 bucks for a whole year and I write for it! What's not to love?

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Playing In The background...
"Gotta Getcha"
by Jermaine Dupri
from the album "Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1"
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In the midst of all my birthday photo shoot drama I forgot to mention that I just got two new tattoos last Monday. As you all know, although I believe in God and Jesus and all that that I'm not a regular church goer and that I'm not particularly religious. One of my core beliefs though is that there are two opposing forces in the universe, most would say good and evil but I take it a step further than that. I believe that those two forces are love and fear. If we don't do something out of love we do it out of fear. Love being the source of good in the universe, fear being the source of evil. Compassion, caring, nurturing, generosity, grace, mercy, forgiveness can all e traced back to love. War, violence, theft, lies, dishonesty can all be traced back to fear, fear of enemies, fear of being hurt, fear of being without, fear of getting caught and fear of being found out respectively. This is even evidenced in the Bible where it says that "perfect love casteth out fear".

So when I was thinking of something to tattoo on my forearms. I thought that this would be perfect. I picked out bible verses that illustrate my beliefs to be tattooed on my arms. Here's what they say.

The right arm. The "LOVE" arm says:


"LOVE:

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails...

1 JOHN 4:18
1 CORINTHIANS 13:2-8"


The left arm, the FEAR arm says:


"FEAR:

The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

PSALMS 27:1-3, 23:1, 4-6"

They both took about three hours to get done. It hurt but the pain wasn't too bad. It only bled a little. These are my second and third tattoos. I wanna get three or four more in the next few weeks.

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Playing in The Background...
"Outro (DC-3)"
by Destiny's Child
from the album "Survivor"
and
"Love"
by Kirk Franklin & God's Property
from the album "God's Property From Kirk Franklin's Nu Nation"
and
"Jesus Is My Light"
by Youthful Praise
from the album "Thank You For The Change"
and
"Single Black Female" feat. Mario Winans
by Lil' Kim
from the album "Notorious KIM"
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You know you're SITTING when bitches can't STAND you.

Be encouraged.

Here is my official birthday ad that will run in the next issue of Bleu Magazine, on newsstands June 26th.

The venue for my birthday party has also been announced.

Here is the official info:
"I WANT 2 ROCK WITH U"
THE 25TH BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR BLOGGER, WRITER, GRAPHIC/WEB DESIGNER, MEDIA WHORE, COMPUTER GEEK AND PROUD LEO:
ADAM BENJAMIN IRBY

FRIDAY, JULY 25TH, 2008 11P-4A
@ MOCCA LOUNGE
76 READE STREET @ CHURCH STREET, TRIBECA, NYC

FREE ADMISSION

FREE CAKE // $5 DRINK SPECIALS // DJ LIKWUID SPINNING THE BEST R&B, POP, & HIP-HOP OF THE 90’S & 2000’S // $250 GRAND PRIZE AWARDED TO THE PARTY GOER WITH THE BEST SILVER OUTFIT

FOR MORE INFO AND DIRECTIONS CALL, TEXT OR LEAVE ME A MESSAGE ON MY PARTY LINE AT: 646.881.6326
OR GO ONLINE TO: ADAMSWEBLOG.COM/PARTY

SEE YOU THERE...

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Playing In The Background...
"Boogie 2Nite"
by Tweet
from the album "Southern Hummingbird"
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Saturday, I did a promotional photo shoot with a good friend of mine, the incomparable artist, photographer extraordinare, Mr. Ricky Day for my 25th birthday. These shots are also the ones decorating the site. Check them out in all of their unretouched glory.

The reason why I have them here unretouched is because I don't wanna give off the illusion that I have perfect skin because I most certainly do not. The pics you see on the banners and on the intro of the site I retouched like a motherfucka. LOL I mean, hey, they look better that way and that's the way of the world, we all retouch.

Growing up as a teenager I had really bad skin, all types of discoloration acne scars and enlarged pores in my face and it really fucked up my self esteem. I remember when I was young overhearing someone describe me to someone else as "the skinny tall boy with the bumps on his face". Although I know she didn't mean any harm by it, I mean it was what is was, I was the skinny tall boy with the bumps on his face, that hurt me so bad inside. it was just like, damn this is how people refer to me, as the boy with the bumps on his face, damn. I remember a few years back this guy that I was talking to at the time told me that the bumps on my face never took anything from my sex appeal, he wasn't malicious with that statement either but it even his good intentions did nothing for the hurt I felt inside as a result of my appearance.

Now that I'm older, my skin isn't perfect but it's much better than it used to be. An esthetician, some La Roche-Posay, a few chemical peels and some home micro dermabrasion have done wonders for a brotha. I have some pictures from a little ways back where I looked crazy. Lord, I used to hate taking pictures. A lot of people have asked me why I didn't just get some Proactiv. I tried it... twice and I tried Murad, they didn't work for me. My esthetician revealed to me that those products didn't work for me because I didn't have acne. I just had large pores and needed to get on a good exfoliation regimen. I did and the results have been pretty good. I may get a breakout here and there but it's manageable. My main enemy now is discoloration. One part of my face is a little darker than the other and it shows up in pictures sometimes and drives me crazy! But I'm workin on it. I also have bags under my eyes as well. That's probably because I don't get nearly enough sleep.

Anyway, if there are acne sufferers out there you are not alone. Stop crying in your soup and get your ass out to an esthetician. It's not cheap but you're worth it.

Now that I've made my public service announcement we can talk about the pictures.

Last Friday I emailed everyone at Bleu, the magazine I work for asking where to find some tight fitting silver biking-type shorts for this photo shoot. I figured they'd know since the magazine is so focused on fashion and has it's share of half naked men in skimpy stuff in each issue. I figured that they'd send me to some trashy gay underwear store on Christopher Street in the Village or on 8th Avenue in Chelsea, one of those little XXX shops or something like that. The fashion editor for the magazine emails me back and tells me where to go to and gives me the exact style of what I need. I walk in the store and show the sales girl the email on my phone. She walks me over to the shorts. I noticed that they were on the women's side. So I emailed him:

Adam: "These are women's shorts..."

Fashion Editor: "Oh honey, they're unisex..."

With the photo shoot the next day and not having any other options since he was the only one to email me back I figured well I'd at least try the shorts on. They look kinda unisex-ish, they weren't pink or didn't have any flowers or anything like that. The sales girl saw how embarrassed I was so she mercifully offered to walk them to the fitting room on the women's side for me. When I got to the fitting room I saw that the shorts were passed to the fitting room girl who is standing there with an attitude, my silver shorts in her hand, looking so over her job. As I stepped closer to the fitting room she gave me the shadiest look ever and said: "Are THESE yours?" I quietly replied "Yes" as I defiantly tried them on over my underwear. They actually didn't look bad. I figured hey, fuck it, I'm gay and i'm secure in my manhood, half of my friends own a pair of womens jeans or have gotten up in drags once or twice and shit, the shorts were perfect, they matched my hat and sneakers, so I bought them. When I left the store I emailed the fashion editor back and said: "I've never worn an article of women's clothing in all my life. I'm officially a drag queen."

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Playing In The Background...
"In This Skin"
by Jessica Simpson
from the album "In This Skin"
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From time to time I do a blog post thanking everyone of you for all of your love, prayers, comments, emails, fierce homo reads, and all other kinds of support.

This post is a special one because as of late I've been actually running into a lot of you, meeting and pressing the flesh at different events, in the clubs, on the street and even in the supermarket during my day-to-day travels.

I said before that if you see me on the street don't be afraid to come up to me and say "Hi". iI don't bite unless asked. ;) I love meeting you all and if you're a bottom and you're fine, please, please, please don't hesitate to say hello.

You can't say you don't know me because you read my blog and I tell you all my business so you may as well say "Hey."

So I just want to send a special shoutout to everyone whose ever come up to me and said: "Hey, I read your blog..."

For those of you I haven't had the pleasure meeting I hope to see you at my 25th birthday party on Friday, July 25th. The official birthday party for me and all Leos and the people who love them. Come party with me and my friends. It's open to the public, free admission and the drinks are cheap. The theme is silver and I'm sponsoring a $250 grand prize to the party goer with the best silver outfit. So, no cover, cheap drinks and a chance to win 250 bucks, you have no excuse not to come, so your ass betta be there! LOL

As a Leo I'm so excited about this. You know we love to throw parties and host shit.

There will be more details on this party event as the weeks go on. Just be sure to circle the date.

For more party details check out my special 25th Birthday party page at: http://adamsweblog.com/party

Thanks for the support and see you at the party!
-Adam

Shortly after that text message exchange Earl and I talked briefly on the phone. He totally shrugged off the whole situation saying that it was a "stupid reason to break up". I responded asking the question "Oh, so my feelings are stupid, right?" He totally didn't get it. Not only did he not get it, he was arrogant and condescending about not getting it, like I'm crazy or something. Like he could just do whatever he wanted and I just had to accept it... really? I knew what had to be done.

He totally wasn't seeing that this argument wasn't about sex. It ceased being about sex long ago. It was bigger than sex. If I really wanted to just go out and get me some ass, I'd do just that. This argument was about being unfilled in a relationship with another person and that person not giving a fuck about my feelings. It was about how we were having great sex in the beginning and then how it just stopped. It was about how I felt that he wasn't telling me the whole truth. It was about laying in his bed rejected and horny. Many of you commented on the first post saying that he may have been hiding an STD or cheating and one of you said that maybe I was just a bad lover. If that's so he deserves an Academy award for faking it. Even though all those thoughts crossed my mind I can't accuse him of any of that stuff, but even with that, I just wanted to know the whole truth and the whole "I'm just not a sexual person" razmatazz just wasn't cutting it. This argument was really about the anxiety I felt knowing that a major part of our budding relationship was all of a sudden flawed and not getting a straight answer as to why and on top of that being looked at like I'm the one with the problem for asking the question.

Slightly pissed, befuddled, and bewildered at the fact that he still just wasn't getting it I marched over to Earl's home to pick up my leather jacket from his closet and break things off with him. I was done. By his tone I inferred that he must have thought that my coming over there was my way of giving in to him. Like, what kinda weak ass dude does he think I am? Boy, did he have a surprise coming.

In the spirit of my anger I blasted the Dixie Chicks "Not Ready To Make Nice" (one of only three country songs ever made that I like) on repeat all the way to his apartment. I stepped in the door and remained there. He wrapped his arms around me to hug me and I just stood there. Then he proceeded to make light of my anger. I asked for my jacket, took my shopping cart that I left over there after the day we went to the supermarket together and I left. We could have talked it out but I was done talking. All I'd been doing was talking and he'd obviously made up his mind not to listen. I'd had enough and him using the word "stupid" in the same sentence as something I was dead serious about was the last straw. He was officially buggin'. On the way out he asked "Oh it's like that, you breaking up with me?" as he swept the pieces of his cracked face back together and up from the floor. I answered "Yes." He replied "Oh aight, Later man." like he didn't care and I guess he didn't, oh well. Man, isn't it funny how when you argue with a boyfriend you all of a sudden go from "baby" to "man". There isn't a feeling much colder then when your baby calls you "man", like you're just another man on the street. Like the time you spent together didn't matter, I guess it didn't, so, later back to you man.

A little later that man texted me, apologizing. I didn't answer. He texted me again. I didn't answer again. He called me. I answered. I calmly reiterated my stance. I told him that he doesn't have to have sex with me, that's totally okay, I'm no rapist, I'm no necrophiliac. Thankfully I'm not a person who's ever lacked in available people to have sex with. He alluded to us working things out but the damage was already done. I didn't even wanna have sex with him anymore. i didn't want to work things out. If I had to break up with him to get him to listen to me I didn't need him. I was over it. Like I said, this argument had been stopped being about sex. He made light of my serious feelings and disrespectful shit like that I'm just not gonna take. I feel what the fuck I motherfuckin' feel for a motherfuckin' reason and I'll be damned if I sit around and let anyone make light of that shit. You don't have to agree but you could at least hear me out. That dude must have lost his damn mind. I told him that it's best that we just be friends.

A part of me wondered why he acted the way he did. Why he just refused to see things my way, where was the blockage, where was the disconnect? I begged, I pleaded, I talked, I texted. Well, it doesn't really matter now 'cuz it's over. So, lovely Puritans, just in case you were still riding around on your high horse, long dresses and lacy bertha collars flowing, proclaiming that sex isn't important to a relationship, I'm here to let you know that it is, but what's even more important is respecting your partner's feelings. That is if you want to keep that partner.

Just in case you're totally lost and missed part one of this blog post, check it out and catch up here.

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Playing In The Background...
"Not Ready To Make Nice"
by the Dixie Chicks
from the album "Taking The Long Way"
and
"Damages"
by Cherish
from the album "The Truth"
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