The Boys Are Back!
Okay, at the risk of sounding like a giddy school girl, I’m excited to report that Noah’s Arc, the LOGO network’s hit gay black comedy/drama has been picked up for a new season due to air this August – just in time to be a birthday gift for yours truly. The director and creator of the show, Patrik-Ian Polk, says LOGO picked up eight new episodes of the show and that the show will begin taping in Vancouver, Canada in May. The first season DVD was scheduled to release by February of this year, but there has been no buzz on the drop date yet.
April Showers Find Cocoa In DC
My first trip this year to my second home – DC – will be Thursday, April 13 to Monday, April 17. I’m taking this little voyage alone, seeing as though it’s time for me to check out the Chocolate City solo this time. Eber V. reminded me that this is Easter weekend, but you know what, I’m going to show some Kanye-esque disrespect and resurrect the four corners of one of my favorite towns for the sanctified religious holiday. I’ve scheduled a lunch at the Fourth Estate Restaurant at the National Press Club for 12:45 p.m. on April 14 for those folks that want to have a good catch-up style dutch affair. Please let me know if you’d like to attend as I’ve presently made a reservation for eight and will need time to adjust our numbers to accommodate all who would like to attend. Hope to catch a glimpse of all my DC family while I’m there.
The Girl Was Born With A Gym Membership
Arancha, born to Juan Carlos and Rosario on February 13 surprised even veteran nurses when her 15-pound frame was pulled from her mom during a Caesarean-section child birth. Mom and big-girl are resting comfortably at the Hospital Universitario La Paz in Spain. Rosario’s first born child weighed-in at 10 pounds at birth. Juan Carlos told reporters that he believes the gargantuan-baby phenomenon is hereditary since his first wife gave birth to a 17-pound baby.
On Blast
Cut the crap! Caspar brought up a good issue in yesterday’s On Blast. Quite simply, our desire to help our friends and be there for them sometimes places us in precarious situations. When do you feel it necessary to distinguish between being a true friend and simply becoming a cohort and collaborator in your friend’s destruction? Is honesty the best policy with true friends or do you find yourself lying to help build your friends self esteem or self perception? Do real friends lie to their friends to make them feel better or is it best to break a buddy down with the truth?
Keep passin’ the open windows…
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Real friends tell the truth wether it hurts or agrees with the subject at hand. Nobody needs a friend that agrees with everything they say; You have friends to coach and give advice when you really need it. Sometimes we need people to tell us that we were dead wrong or right for doing something.
Toniqua~
On the norm, I am straight-up honest with my close friends and anyone who knows me, knows that I keep it very real. Every now and again, a little fib to bring a smile to your friend’s face or turn a grey day sunny, is alright. I do find that being overly crude or rudely honest is not the move either. Sometimes your friend needs a shoulder of support and not an “I told you so,” at the moment and it takes a true friend to know which one is needed. A close friend of mine has taken to telling me stories about what other close friends of mine are saying about me behind my back. I don’t know whether they are doing so in an effort to show their loyalty, but it’s sometimes hurtful. Luckily, I have a new rule to ignore the bullshit and roll with the punches. I don’t relay anything I hear second-hand, so it’s all good. Besides, my new theory is that anything that a friend can/would say behind my back is not worth me addressing anyway. I’m a firm believer in telling me friends the truth when it counts, insuring that they look good to others by preventing them from throwing their legs in their mouths and letting them know that we’re all human and are entitled to foul-ups. Every now and again I may even throw in the occasional complimentary bone (yeah, I can find something to compliment about them) to make them smile. Nothing I do would be in an effort to go with the flow or make my friend think they’re eating flour and shitting cupcakes. LOL :)
hector just wanted to let you know that I will be at the lunch on the 14th right down the street from my job.
SUPER! BTW Donya, have you been in that joint before? It's my first time and I didn't know if I can wear sneakers and jeans. Hit me up and let me know please.
Caspar honey... let's refrain from using, "Long story short..." after twelves paragraphs! LOL
No, real friends don’t lie but, real friends don’t embarrass you…they know you and what it would take to hurt you.
We all have souls, an inner part that tells us when something is wrong, harsh, nasty, and uncomforting to others. This inner part also tells us when something is good and helpful. You can debate it but we all know it true, we know when we’re doing wrong to yourself as well as others. And if you want to continue to support someone through negative situations and behaviors you will adopt all of their same problems.
Be a real friend, STOP IT!
J’Moo
For best supporting actress in an independent freakshow - Caspar
For best director in a drama/series/comedy - Tam
For best producer/rebel-rouser/pacifier in a made-for-TV sitcom - Just Me
For Grand Prize, Butch-Queen First Time As a Drag - J'Moo
For Best Actor and Best Screenwriter in My life sucks, my knees hurt and I can't hear another person bitch Parts 1 & II - Cocoa Rican
No, WAIT... allow me :)
Aww man Cas. I feel for you having to endure all of that. I say all in all, you proved to be a true friend, she on the other hand have a lot going on in her life and needs to take some MEntal time and deal with this situation she created. Hopefully her situation will resolve itself with little to no damage to the innocent child.
As for the word friend, I feel it is used to loosely. I just recently found out that someone I thought to be a friend was a mere associate and took that rank from them. Not everyone you associate with is a friend so be careful who you grant that title to. I know I will in the future.
See, this is when the blog gets hairy and we start airing dirty laundry for the world to see – now, what category of true friendship does this fall into? Honesty or fierce and deliberate attempts at humiliation. Yes, Freakin’ and I have extremely strong personalities and yes, I am blunt and even self-serving, but I care about my friends. Freakin’ and I work across town from each other and it is virtually impossible to coordinate gym schedules – early work-outs are impossible, there isn’t enough time for combined lunch work-outs because we’re too far away from each other and after work work-outs are difficult because Freakin’ has a bus to catch to her land-fill (I mean, home in Staten Island, excuse me). That said, my determination to lose these unwanted pounds are a priority and I’ve said this to Freakin’ repeatedly. As much as I share her battle to get our bodies in order before summer, I can’t be side-track or side-lined by broken gym appointments, etc. All this to say that I am focused on the actual goal – losing the darn weight. Whether I work-out alone (and I do this many of the times) or with a partner on my end of town during lunch, I’ve managed to drop over 17 pounds in 8 weeks and feel better than I’ve felt in over 2 years. During this period I only take one day off per week to let my body rest – and that day is usually mental torture thinking I might be gaining weight by not working out that day. I keep my word and I would be offended by anyone eluding to my not being a man of my word. So here’s (as Jerry Springer would say) my final thought:
If you have a goal, no one (NO ONE) should stand in the way of that goal. Freakin’, I feel you’re using me as a scapegoat for your inability to commit to the cause. Commit yourself to getting the job done and you’ll soon realize you don’t need anyone to stay on track – least of all, me. I love you Freakin’, but it’s time to look at the BIG picture here and recognize that the only one to blame for not commiting to the gym, losing the weight at the same pace, etc. is Freakin’. Now grab your gym bag and hit the treadmill or the elliptical machine and leave that pool for the summer months when you’re ready to exhibit the results.
How am I doin’ on being an honest friend? Careful with sharing a cab with me to Front Street, you may find I know my way around this block well.
Anyone else want to suddenly break into some "honest" public banter with me today?
If I wasn't a man, I'd swear I was about to menstruate.
Ladies, ladies, ladies...
All I can say is that I'm in desperate need of a hot cup of coffee, my re-run episode of Noah's Arc tonight and a visit from one of my boyz afterward. You ladies have made my prostate hurt today
you ain't shyt Cocoa cuz you ain't a man of your word
all you had to do was take your obese friend to the gym instead you might as well have bought her a carton of hagen daz and a bag of oreos.
Okay...that was wrong, ridiculous and too much. Like your average family, I won't have anyone speak ill of my girls! Freakin' this one needs to go off-line. Hit me up at home.
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