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My Sins

Your Deadly Sins

Lust: 60%

Greed: 40%

Pride: 40%

Wrath: 20%

Envy: 0%

Gluttony: 0%

Sloth: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 23%

You'll die while in the throws of passion - the best way to go.

How Sinful Are You?

San Diego Instills Fear In Me

Seriously, I love the city ... it's beautiful here. I really want to move here. But I have no job prospects here at the moment (though nor do I have any in NYC), and I have no place to live.

However, I have one greater concern about moving here ... conformity. Those who have known me for any good length of time know that I don't really like the idea of trying to fit into a group or crowd. I just do my thing and if the group accepts me, then we're cool and I have fun. But if I have to act, dress or simply be a certain way to fit in, it takes a lot of fun out of things for me.

To be honest, being gay has challenged me in that way ever since I moved to New York. I think that gay men - moreso young gay men - are very judgmental of the looks of other gay men; the way you dress, your haircut, the amount of body hair you have, whether you exercise, etc.

I don't like that. I've always been pretty self-conscious, and so it makes it really difficult for me to go somewhere that there might be a bunch of gay guys - campus in the summer, a pride festival, etc. - who would see me and begin their overanalysis of me.

So you can imagine that, going to a drag club tonight, I was scared shitless, not of gay men in dresses - fuck that, I'm not wearing a dress, so that's all good - but of the fact that there would probably be dozens of gay men in the crowd (you'd be mistaken to believe that gay men make up even a majority of the audience at a drag show - straight women love that shit!). I wore one of my favorite pairs of jeans (my ass looks good in them), a tight blue Gap Stretch t-shirt (my arms look good in it) and flip-flops.

I think a lot of people think I'm a bit narcissistic, and it may be true that I like to look at myself a lot, but that's only to reassure me that someone else might find me attractive. If you don't think you look good, then there's no way you can believe someone else does. So, having seen my reflection in several dark windows on the way to Lips (the club), I was pretty confident that I looked good enough to present myself as a young, cute gay guy to a bunch of gay men (in or out of dresses).

I guess I was right. I was checked out by women (there were like seven bachelorette parties there!), gay men, and gay men dressed as women. I must have done something right.

So I have to explain how interesting Lips was. To start, I did a Blow Job, which anyone might say, "Oh, it's a shot ... so what?" Um ... well, since it was my first, the bartender (Mike) set up the shot on a drink tray, on top of a rocks glass, with whipped cream to resemble little balls and up the vertical stack to the actual glass ... then he hopped up on the counter so the drink was between his legs and I did my Blow Job. Note, I capitalize the drink's name so people don't think I blew the bartender five minutes after sitting down at the bar. It impressed some of the straight chicks at the bar ... I downed it nicely. ;-)

Our waitress was a girl (drag queen) named Page. The food was great and the show was awesome. I got ass bumped by a cowgirl and was pulled into an ass-grabbing by another one of the ladies (drag queens). A lot of the tension I felt was broken by the fact that, when a man dresses as a woman and starts cracking jokes about all the "bitches" in the audience, you really can't go, "Oh my God, there's a penis beneath that miniskirt." Seriously, you just forget about that. I mean, maybe it was just me ...

I thoroughly enjoyed the evening. I got a picture with a hot waiter (not a drag queen), named Scott. But the fun didn't stop after the show. We went with Jasmine (Angi's friend) to F Street, a porn shop downtown, where Angi proceeded to buy $300 worth of pornography and ... other things. Good thing she was drunk ... had she been sober, she might only have spent $30. :-P

All-in-all, I am having a blast here in San Diego. But, as I said, it concerns me that I like it so much; I don't really want to leave.

In addition to the feeling that I have to conform to some sort of gay image standard (particularly here, where everyone is beautiful!), I can understand why so many people claim that Californians are "phony" or "fake." I am struck by the notion that living in California is like spending your life at one big frat party - everyone wears similar clothing, there are a billion bars lining every street, and since image is so important, you can't tell the goddamned gays from the goddamned straights. My gaydar has simply shut down.

I don't know if I have to get a California tune-up for it, or if it simply won't work out here, but I dislike not knowing who likes the cock and who simply has a good fashion sense (or a chick who goes clothes shopping for her boyfriend with her gay friends). :-P

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San Diego Trip, Part 2.5

Just one pic. It's a shot from Point Loma of the city.

San Diego Trip, Part 2

So here are more images from San Diego.

Downtown
The Marina
Me!
Peace on the Water
Houses on the Ocean
Angi on the Ocean

Survey???

ALL ABOUT ME <3
THE BASICS. .
NAME:	David Ryan Richardson
GENDER:	Male
BIRTHDATE:	June 26, 1983
EYE COLOR:	One Blue, One Green
HAIR COLOR:	Light Brown
JOB:	Unemployed filmmaker
SCHOOL:	New York University, Tisch '06
FAVE CLOTHING STORE:	Express
FAVE RESTAURANT:	Anywhere I go with friends
OBSESSIONS:	Comic books, video games, movies and music ... and sex
DEEP THOUGHTS. .
DO YOU LIVE IN THE MOMENT?:	I try
DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?:	Everyone does
DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?:	Sometimes
WHAT'S YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?:	Being alone
CAN YOU SING?:	Everyone can, I don't know if I do it well
WHAT ARE YOUR #1 PRIORITIES IN LIFE?:	Happiness in whatever form it takes at the time ... right now, love
ARE YOU A DAREDEVIL?:	Sometimes
WHAT'S YOUR GREATEST WEAKNESS?:	I can't tell you ... you'll use it against me
DO YOU THINK YOU'RE EMOTIONALLY STRONG?:	Yes, very
IS THERE ANYTHING YOU REGRET DOING/NOT DOING?:	Yes
WHAT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT LESSON YOU'VE LEARNED?:	Be honest ... always
ARE YOU CONFIDENT?:	Sometimes
ARE YOU PERCEIVED WRONGLY?:	I don't know, am I?
DO YOU. .
SMOKE?:	No
DO DRUGS?:	Not routinely
READ THE NEWSPAPER?:	I read news articles online
PRAY?:	Occasionally
GO TO CHURCH?:	Not anymore
TALK TO PEOPLE EVEN THOUGH YOU HATE THEM?:	Yes
WOULD YOU OR HAVE YOU EVER . .
HURT YOURSELF?:	Purposely, no; accidentally, yes
BEEN OUT OF THE COUNTRY?:	No
BEEN IN LOVE?:	Yes
DONE DRUGS?:	Yes
HAD A MEDICAL EMERGENCY?:	Yes
HAD SURGERY?:	Yes
RAN AWAY FROM HOME?:	No
PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER?:	Yes
SLEPT TOGETHER WITH THE OPPOSITE WITHOUT ACTUALLY HAVING SEX?:	Yes
SLEPT ALL DAY?:	Yes
KISSED THE SAME SEX?:	Yes
BEEN BETRAYED?:	Yes, multiple times
MADE OUT WITH A STRANGER?:	No
BELIEFS. .
LIFE ON OTHER PLANETS?:	Yes
LOVE?:	"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return ..."
MIRACLES?:	Yes
GOD?:	That's between me and God
SANTA?:	The idea, yes
GHOSTS?:	The memories, yes
LUCK?:	As a scapegoat, yes
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?:	Indeed
YIN AND YANG?:	In a way
IS IT POSSIBLE TO REMAIN FAITHFUL FOREVER?:	It's possible to cheat and still be faithful ... it's possible to be faithful forever, yes
LOVE AND ALL THAT. .
DO YOU CONSIDER LOVE A MISTAKE?:	No
WHAT DO YOU FIND ROMANTIC?:	The first kiss
TURN-OFF?:	Discussing sex before talking about anything else
TURN-ON?:	... :-) You'll have to ask me that one personally ...
DO YOU WISH IT WAS MORE ACCEPTABLE FOR A GIRL TO ASK A GUY OUT?:	Doesn't matter to me
WHAT'S THE BEST ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?:	I'm gay
WHAT'S THE WORST ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?:	I'm gay
WHO'S THE LAST PERSON THAT BROKE YOUR HEART?:	John
PAST. .
WHAT DID YOU DO YESTERDAY?:	Packed for California
WHAT MEMORY DO YOU MISS THE MOST?:	That's personal
LAST VACATION?:	Columbus in 2003
PRESENT. .
FAVE COLOR:	Blue
FAVE CANDY:	Reese's Pieces
FAVE BOOK:	Which Lie Did I Tell?
FAVE MOVIE:	Dr. Strangelove: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
FAVE TV SHOW:	Boston Legal
FAVE SONG:	Right now, Van Morrison - Days Like This
FAVE DAY OF THE WEEK:	Friday
FAVE MONTH:	June
FAVE SEASON:	Summer
FAVE SHAMPOO:	Herbal Essences
FAVE PERFUME:
FAVE GIRL'S NAME:	Alison
FAVE BOY'S NAME:	Gabriel
FAVE SPORTS TEAM:	Baltimore Orioles
WHAT ARE YOU WORRIED ABOUT?:	Failing in my career and my love life
WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?:	Shorts and a t-shirt
WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?:	A movie in the background
FUTURE . .
OCCUPATION:	Screenwriter ... maybe a director
WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?:	The beach
WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON?:	Another beach :-P
WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE?:	Wherever we feel comfortable calling home
NUMBER OF KIDS:	2 or 3
CAR:	Volkswagen Jetta
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San Diego Trip, Part 1

So, left the apartment at 5AM this morning and got to JFK at 6. Flight left at 8AM and we landed in Vegas for our layover at 10:30. They had slot machines in the airport ... wow. And I bought candy for - get this - $6.66. It was candy by the pound and I bought 666-worth. Which seemed appropriate for Vegas ... until my lunch at Jack in the Box came to a total of $6.66, too. Creeeeeeepy.

Ok, so we're staying with Angi's Navy buddy, Chris, while we're here. His apartment is
and is in an amazing complex. There are great views from all over the place.

My Kiss

You're a Romantic Kisser

For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

Old Icons

I have been a comic book fan forever. Well, as long as forever counts within my lifespan. My parents read Batman and Superman comic books to me as bedtime stories until I learned to read and could put myself to sleep with that week's twenty-odd pages of super-heroics.

Growing up, I idolized those brightly (or in the case of Batman, not-so-brightly) costumed icons of the DC Universe. The first movie I distinctly remember watching was Superman. To this day, I still get chills (and sometimes tears in my eyes) when Chris Reeve's Superman tells a confused Lois Lane, "Easy miss, I've got you." To me, there is nothing more defining in my childhood than those fictional people who dressed in flowing capes and well-stocked utility belts.

That's why it has brought me so much joy in the past few weeks to see Superman merchandise lining the shelves of every major toy, game and clothing retailer in the Tri-State area. The Old Icons are returning, pushed into the narrow and frequently shortly time-framed vision of this younger generation of kids. Where sports stars and wrestlers had taken over for mutants and metahumans in the realm of Those Who Are Idolized By 9-Year Olds, now I've seen quite a few kids in the mall knocking over their not-so-bald Lex Luthor impersonator friends with their much-forced super-breath.

I hear "whoosh"-ing again. And this time, It's not coming from me! No doubt, I've partaken in the enjoyable habits of lining my dresser's t-shirt drawer with a veritable Justice League wardrobe - Batman, Superman, The Flash, and Green Lantern, to name a few! But the greatest joy I get in wearing these clothes is when people recognize the hero they symbolize.

As I was leaving Pirates of the Caribbean 2 earlier this evening, on one of the multiple escalators to the street, I was pointed at by two very drunken Irish women leaving Dave & Buster's, one of whom exclaimed, "Oooh, look, he's Superman!" As they stumbled to the broken escalator, I suggested I might fly them to the ground and was immediately offered the more drunken woman's arm. I took it and escorted her to street level - on foot, obviously; my powers of flight are lacking at the moment - and told them to "Be safe, ladies." It's not quite as impressive as floating them down from a burning building, but they seemed to get a kick out of it, no less. Without sounding too narcissistic, I'd imagine it's cause I'm a cute young guy, but I saw it as, in some small way, personifying the ideals of a true hero - not strength or invulnerability, but courtesy and good humor.

But, without a doubt, the greatest joy for me tonight came as I was getting off the PATH train at Newport/Pavonia. Right before I hit the stairs, I heard some kids yell, "Superman!" Without a hesitation, I turned towards them and shot them a big smile, which was returned by even bigger smiles. They didn't mistake me for someone with a great amount of power or the ability to fly. They didn't even mistake me for the actor who most recently took on the role of the hero whose name they exclaimed. They simply recognized the logo on the shirt as being representative of one of the greatest comic book heroes - if not the greatest comic book hero - to ever grace the pages of American print media.

They might have been seeing me, but they called out his name. So I'll turn and smile at them, because it's what he'd do if he were real. And that's the most important thing that heroes do for us - not make us want to be heroes, but want to be like heroes. It doesn't take super hearing or heat vision - it takes concern for your fellow man, courtesy towards others, and the good humor that goes along with being someone at whom kids can yell "Superman!"