Adam's weekend

Long weekend and lots of boys.

I stopped to worry who’s going to be the guy: Adam, Tad, Wade, Mike. If you realized, there are few new names this week and so few new boys. They range from 27 to 20! I know, too bad I can’t get the youngest one into the clubs. We’ve walked up and down Broadway on a Friday night from the carry-boy (no, honey, I met his at the gym!!) to Melrose, from Argo to Walgreens, from Ping-Pong to Addison and finally agreed on a DVD as the best solution for a midnight of fun. …

Mike is on weekdays and mostly nights (just Mike, simply Mike) He doesn’t want to be called Michael! I met him at the gym also. Fun, cute, young, professional and very close neighbor. Good company and nice touch.

As Saturday came up, more and more interesting things to do: a wine & cheese party at Wade’s. He needs help with some design and maybe a home visit for later on. The afternoon strolling on Michigan Ave with Adam turned the lighting show into a Guinness at Seneca’s. He needed help to his place (again!) and I decided that he will be the one to accompany me to the party, since was getting late. There was no way I could work Tad in and return to Adam for Roscoe’s. So Adam came with me, before I had to go and meet my mom at the airport. He was sweet enough to remind me to “gay-free” my place before my mom will come and notice the naked boys magnets on the fridge.

My memory needs some lemon. I left my little studio before I could take away the magnets. So my mom had to use the stairs “just to see how she would climb to the 5th floor”, while I was rushing in before her, right in time to take them away and stuck into a box. Now my place was gay-free, ready to invite my mom to visit. She was looking on the hallway. I told her the 5th floor, but I forgot to mention the apartment number.

It is Sunday night, still early about 10.30. Roscoe’s is just few blocks around the corner. Adam was the winner this weekend so he deserves his prize.

Hot or not?!

There is more about the winter and the snow, there is more about the beach and summer days. We all like them HOT, but young or not that won’t be the question for most of us. I still adhere to the young part, just because I want to have some feelings, regardless if it’s “one hitter-quitter” as Tiff said.

Most of the time I am talking about the weather, since Scott is gone far South to the Carribeans. I am stuck here in Chi-town, on the 45 F but cool, fun and busy. The coffee feels the same if you go to Carry-boy (well, Caribou for most of us!!)

But sometimes I am talking with the guys and about them. I should get more feed back about what they feel about. The morning Gerovital starts to kick in, I believe. Is not a bad idea to be vegetarian. Your skin is pretty and the natural plant, Romanian miracle Gerovital lotion keeps it moisturized.

Why everybody has to wear sweat pants? They are cute, cozy and give the feel of “I don’t care, but look at me how hot I am…” Don’t you feel the same?

The Christmas lights start coming up on Broadway. Lakeview East Chamber of Commerce does a really good job supporting the business along the road and the people that live here. It’s a good thing for when my mom will be up here. At least I can take her for a walk, without being necessarily to show here why this neighborhood is so special. Now we have the Christmas lights and all looks just like back in Sibiu, my hometown. She will be happy and once again, I won’t have to tell her. Can you hear me saying “come on, mother, here are the boys”. I will take her by everybody’s house, since I know where everybody lives now. I will talk to her about the architecture and food, but nothing else. She won’t understand it, after all… Just like my father said few years ago “Ah, lesbians!!” Like they don’t really care…

This boy is walking by. Red motorcycle jacket, red Puma shoes and tight blue jeans. He is looking at me but I am too tired to make a move. I’ll let him pass by. I’m sure he’ll be back and I know where to find him after all… I don’t know his name, but who cares? Is not the first and only, anyway…

PJ looks hot at the gym but even hotter last Saturday at Roscoe’s. He has such great, hot legs. His smile is killing all the boys around and his full size hips are swinging on the dance floor. The girl next to him is just the reason to dance closer, but we was smiling to me already few minutes ago, at the rest room… hmm…

What did I say? The red jacked guy is back…. How long did it take him? Not even 5 min. Now he’s walking around, talking on the phone… I got to go.

Happy Tuesday everyone!

The show's about to start!

Nobody ugly allowed….

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God night, everybody!

What's my name?

Did it ever happen to ask the question what is the name you just can’t remember? This can be a big problem, especially when you supposed to remember it. I am not talking about family, places or people you know. I mean that one night stand you should remember their names, at least. Chicago is a big city. Everything you want and need and ever dream of can be found here. You have to know where it is, how to get it or what connections you can use to get what you want. That’s why is good to remember names. Networking works even in the city that has all the streets lined up, East to West and North to South. They are all connected to each others you only have to remember what side of the lake you are on - unless you dream about Canada… the fake America. I am not very familiar yet, but one of my dates started talking about how Chicago came up as a city and why Lakeview (the neighborhood where I had a coffee with my date) has the streets so wide and looks like most of the buildings were build as apartments, not just a large single home. Manhattan is different, he said. The buildings were meant to be homes. It was later on when they divided the space and had formed apartments, to solve the residential need. Some made money on that, some are still holding the property so the value will rise even more… I guess my date is right. But I had to remember the names. I’ve shouldn’t know what and where Manhattan is if not for the pride long week I’ve spent there. I’ve shouldn’t know what a bridge is and how the train runs to the Queens if not for the straight guy I’ve hooked up with. He was so sweet and cute but two weeks later he got married and moved out to Boston. Too bad I don’t remember his name! This big girl came all the way from Detroit last night just to spend the night in Boystown. She wanted to go to the clubs where the boys are. We took her everywhere. But something else happened. Her girl friend had a date with this straight guy. She never met him before. They’ve been talking on the phone only. So she asked him to meet her at Side Tracks. Can you believe that? All the boys were looking and asking who they guy might but and why is he coming to the boy’s club?! Too bad I don’t remember any of these names… I could have fun again! But I did. Plenty. By the hour. Night and day, and all day long. Three or four boys were lined up… Just like the streets in Chicago. We took a cab with Adam. When we got in, he asked me: “what’s my name?” I had plenty of fun that night. I made Adam happy!!!

Last days of Summer

I have to post the pics here, not sure why but I couldn't post them there. Enjoy the boys of summer

Welcome to Boystown, honey!

Boystown is the neighborhood around the blocks between N Clark Ave at West, Broadway to Lake Shore Drive at East, Belmont at South and Addison at North.

The houses, apartment buildings and the condos here are the heart of the clubs strip on N Halsted, known by the name Boystown… where the boys live…

Everything you want you can find here.

The clubs strip starts with the world’s famous and best bar, Side Tracks. Across the street is Roscoe’s, the laid-back spot bar and dance floor where everybody meets. Up the street is the famous DJs’ stop in Chicago – Hydrate. Cocktails has the best boys in town, stripping every night. It shares the North wall with Sidetracks. On the South wall, there is the fancy and most desired Mini Bar- Wine Bar, with the most gorgeous and pretty boys, all muscle and shirtless every night…. Go to Little Gym, Spin or many, many others bars and restaurant, diners, shops and boutiques, hair salon and spas and you are on the town. End up the night either to Berlin (over the corner, on Belmont) or Charlie’s or Circuit, just across the line, on the North end of boystown.

Everything you need is just handy. All the boys live here, between these borders. No, you don’t need a passport honey, but you better be pretty and ready. They are charming or just S&M (what’s your dirty little mind thinking of, it’s not Sado- Maso, it’s Stand and Model; this is how you call the pretty boys of Chicago).

The night jargon is just short words, so you don’t have to make a big effort. East to use, easy to choose: hi, hey, what’s up, what r u up to, hey, bye, oops, ssss. Wanna hear in person? Just walk down the street by midnight or any hour in between. It’s more like all day - all night, but you might get confused by the straight guys at day time.

They are also pretty and all-around, you might never know if you’re lucky enough; some of us are.

Welcome to Boystown, honey!!!

Warm days of summer

The last beautiful days of fall are gone… It’s not easy when you wake up 25 degrees below the previous night.

It looks like the skimpy clothes are all gone back in the closet. The boys are moving into the gym. But I got my membership to try … them out! Looks hot in the steam room, fleshy in the locker room and warmer on the weight room. The cardio is cruisy so I don’t go there.

The weather doesn’t stop the boys to come out. I didn’t feel like going out last night, but Roscoe’s was all packed and sweaty… I should wait, rest and save it for tonight. There are couple dates lined up. But the music was pouring, the dance floor was on fire.

Too bad my other cute guy didn’t want to hear about me anymore. This doesn’t happen to me that much. It’s hard you know? I guess he saw me kissing or dancing with somebody else last Saturday. Regardless I was going after him and ask for his number, I don’t know why he gave it to me. He never answered, he never called me back. Now I saw him again (I know he will be there, that’s why I was going, after all…) but he just didn’t look… all about the girls, his girls he was dancing with.

But this is good for me. He will keep my active and interested. He wants me to work hard before he’ll be mine. He is cute and I don’t mind him, but today is Saturday again. What if he’ll see me with the date? How can I avoid this?

Too bad I want them all! I wanted the other boy last night and now I know how the Pencil Factory Lofts look like and where the Roscoe Village is! Should I say than when I left, he saw me again getting into the cab with this boy… Or the other two guys hitting on me at the club?

I screw it again, I know… but what can I do?! I can hear Scott saying “say no” … Is not that simple, is not like “say cheese”…

It’s cold again and the weather is getting closer to the winter. I didn’t sleep much. I had to find out where they had all the machinery for pencils, which wall was original and which was a remodel.

The fresh cold walk in the morning is still good. I am enjoying it so far. The city is pretty and the coffee shops are every where. The wind is sharp, the worst thing in the Windy City… You know where the name came from? Apparently not from the weather, but from the politic scene. The politicians came and go like the wind. It’s all windy in here…

One more thing: I missed the color contest for the cb2, the new concept from Crate and Barrel. I am sure I could win something with the red Swish dining spot in my condo or even with the lime green Ava sofa and the brown- green bedding, splashed with the white Bertoia chair. The are already judging the results. Too late for me to enter. Tiff could be good, but they don’t accept London sceneries. Ashley will be great also, but she gave up for the teak. That’s not a color girl, it’s just plain … wood.

I am posting new pictures from my neighborhood, before the become all grey and silver, or worst, white. You may want to go to my photo album and see them all.

I need to recover. I’m getting warm and lazy. You know what’s next when the clothes come off.

Going down?!

I wasn’t sure if I should write something today or no... Thanks to our good friends who called to support me with good words, I decided to come up with my thoughts for the day.

I am amazed to find out every time I need something that every bad moment has its funny side. It is up to us to see it in a good way or just take the sad part and mourn. It doesn’t have to be an orthodox liturgy service to understand. It is chanted in our eyes, it exists right beside us. We have the desire and the tools to create a comfortable experience.

Well, the tools are not the same for all of us, you all know it by now… sad, they all have different measurements…

My experience involves the boys and the town, or the boystown.

Yes, the bed was broken in. The mattress is not new anymore. I had the tools and the time for it… Tomorrow will be laundry day.

Its getting warmer and warmer in Chicago. The swans are gone (moved to Washington, DC) but the straight guys are all, still here… More guys moved to town, they like to be cozy over the winter.

I looked up all the new numbers I’ve got on white pages… I realized I don’t really like Chicago boys… or there are no Chicago boys…. Mario could be happy, they are actually Chicago men. The boys are from varies places: Mississippi, Texas (the one that didn’t call me back yet!!), Ohio, Indiana… Some are still from Chicago. The Bradley guy (I won’t call his real name) is a local… I guess I still know what I am doing…

No groceries needed today, no gym to work out, but I had to go and check. They put on flip-flops accessorized with work out shorts or sweat pants. Legs are hot, skin is pretty… The more to see, the better the night comes.

Diversey Avenue (formerly Adrian’s first place in Chicago) is still the “see and be seen” spot for the gym and jogging. Shopping, light –healthy- dinner or coffee are also included. Too bad it’s getting dark so early and I can’t get my camera around all the time. The street is way too interesting to not capture. Oprah show emailed and asked why would I be in the show featuring Annie Leibovitz, the famous photographer to the stars. My answer should be “maybe she will teach me how to capture the boys in the dark, so they would still look pretty by day and my friends would be happy with my work”

The world is all in out mind, but we need to work it. We experience what we desire, we will eventually get where we really want to. It is possible to dream, it is possible to live the way we want. Depends how we can make it work. It is not counted in numbers of names or phones we’re getting but the ones we remember.

If you see a guy in a red shirt smiling to you passing by and you cross with him few times in the same evening, he takes you down with the elevator after you jump in asking “going down”, what do you think that means?

He will ask “second floor” but you answer ‘no, the first!”

Swan Lake

The young prince faces his dilemma to choose his bride from among the six princesses who have been invited to his party. But he remains indifferent to them all because he has given his heart to the swans that came to shore and turned into a beautiful woman.

There was nothing interesting to start with at Roscoe’s on Saturday night… Few faces to mingle with and few more songs and by the end of the night I left with four new phone numbers (and names I should try to remember this time) and two beautiful blonde Russian swans.

They are part of The Kirov Ballet of St Petersburg, Russia. After a long night of fun and new friendships (…), they invited me the next day to their final performance in Chicago. "The Swan Lake"... No honey, it was not the famous british interpretation in which the swans were all played by men but the classic, strong russian benchmark.

Love has broken the Evil spell. The rising sun shines over the prince, the beautiful Odette -The Queen of the Swans - and the rescued swans- maidens.

The night is over. Another clubbing tour to Side Tracks, Mini Bar, Cocktails, Hydrate, Roscoe’s and Charlie’s ended right before the sunrise. It was the swan dance at night. The Swan Lake Ballet performed at day. Chicago is so beautiful at evening on 58F. Auditorium Theatre unveiled his old charm , while people were walking slowly the Magnificent Mile.

Sometimes you don’t have to look. The beautiful swan is there, waiting for you…

Being a bitch

I am thinking this blog is too boring... You guys may need something more fun or you won't spend your Saturday nights at home, reading this.

After missing the oil wrestling at Hydrate last night (they either started too early or it just didn't last too long), I accepted to go on a date. It was more like the coffee date. Caribou on Halsted (not the "carry boy" one) had to be the place.

Poor guy, I met him at the corner of the street, while I was on the phone with the other "old date" of Chitown!!!! When I was shaking his hand the guy had opened his eye wide and he rounded out his lips like you are getting ready to deep throat a big cock. (at least that's what I see on their eyes). He was already fantasying he's dating a straight guy.

Sorry, but I told you I have to be a little beotchy... What about a little dirty? Or trashy? How does that sound? It's Saturday night, after all!!!

It was not a bad date. At least I got to walk around boystown and do my evening walk. We were checking out the guys (gay or straight) together. We did a little window shopping and lots of talking.

I am a bitch because he was a good guy, but not pretty enough for me to really take him home and pound him good in my bed… You know, I just took off the plastic cover I kept on my second Ikea mattress… in case I wanted to return it. He definitely didn’t deserve to be the first to enjoy.

My little other boy is coming to meet me tonight and most of sure he will have the honor again. He did try out the first Ikea mattress, and the very first one I had at the old apartment. So I decided to not change anything. “Lessees fair, lessees passé, le monde va de lui meme”. Don’t bitch to me for this French. Please get the dictionary.

I left my date in the corner of the street, surprised I had to call in the night. But you know me. I didn’t come home to just sit here. I am going out, Roscoe’s calls for me. This is their night.

I just remembered Dan is coming out for his birthday. How funny, one date take me to a different one. He is an old date, didn’t do much with him either. By coincidence (or my own desire) he was a date to the same coffee shop and the same Broadway and Halsted walk.

Both guys are fun and good friends, but I can’t see myself moving to something more. All days of feelings are gone.

Let the music play, let me get away…Let the hot fun (and safe) stuff begin, the night is calling for me… It’s Saturday night… live…reporting from Boystown, again.

Happy Birthday, grandma!

You feel like you are part of the people around you only when you get to live with them, to have some sort of common experience…

Think about going over a long winter next to these people, just like you…Struggling with the cold and the daily chores, having the same routine or just breathing with the same speed.

And think about the summer, when even more people are coming to Chicago…

Which ones are you part of and how do you feel about? The ones that were there with you over the winter and now have to right to enjoy the summer or the ones that just arrived and have no idea what summer means?

I was walking down the street again (like everybody else in Chicago), people watching… You know is more like guys watching, but let’s say people …

I say people because there are all kinds of people… From old Russian ladies (I think they are actually Ukrainian) trying to make it to CVS to the shuttle that stops at Jewel Osco every Friday morning with seniors from who-knows-what-kind of “Assisted Senior Living” that you bump into them when you’ll try to do your little shopping (as much as you can carry with your both hands, since there is no TT available), or from the even more depressive old “stand alone” gentlemen trying to get their coffee and the daily peek at the boys running or just going to work (the ones jogging are more interesting, since there are less clothes, no matter how cold the weather is) to the little girls that like to live in a fun and safe neighborhood (they are little because they care about how they look and they try to stay always blonde, skinny or just looking good), or again from the Asian ladies that run a dry cleaning at every corner or every block to finally THE BOYZ….

I said FINALLY the boiz because this is all about … The MALE.

After all, we are in boystown… They started, cleaned up, build up and made it pretty, just like they are.

Look at all these people trying to make it through the winter. They all are like a big, extended family. It’s hard for a native to understand, but an international culture will tell you exactly what that is.

I feel like I own something to these people. I need to either set my mind into it, so I can enjoy it at the end, or always look at me as an intruder, an always visitor…

This is the time we learn to experience. We learn to appreciate and to value.

I’ve learned that after 32 degrees one day, the 42 for the next day is a big difference. All my clothes go back to shirt and sweater while a day before I put on a scarf, a heavy coat and didn’t do much outside.

I thought about these people again and how they know to appreciate. Now I feel I am part of them, because I was here for 32 (with flurries) and now I have the right to be here for 42 as well.

But my mind is still not set up… Old people come across today. I remembered, it’s my grandmother’s birthday.. My mom is 55 and my grandma was 18 when my mom was born. So she must be 73… La Multi Ani, bunica!

Third Day!

I wish it could be … snowing men. That would be even better…. At least some of the flurries can be men… Boys, let’s say…

It started today, in the morning… Winter is here, no doubt. Still trying to figure out where is better to live: HOTlanta (the temperature is warmer or the boyz are still, HOT) or CHI-town (Boystown, other words). Maybe it’s better here, if I’ll find a cute BF, to cuddle with and stay inside… Or just be done with the snow (oops, is it too early?!)

The ground is too warm and the temperature not so low…. The flurries are coming, but I think they are Canadians. “Come with the wind”. Too bad they are not “Gone with the wind” (they would come down to you guys, to see O’ lady Margaret and leave me here to enjoy it).
Do we need Canadians? No, I don’t think so… Scott went there and didn’t bring any home… Kurt needs a dentist… Emil is going South. Who needs the Canadians? I prefer Midwestern…boys. It has to be a boy I’ll leave the men for Mario. From 35 and up! They are hot, funny for a night but when you’ll wake up you’ll see the little tricks they have in mind… Should I say behavior?!

The good thing about this is that the Russian guy (the very first boy I’ve met here) ...oops, not sure if I need to tell you about that... ;)

How nice the music is… Middle Eastern accents and influence at Argo cafe … Everything to get me away from the boys, from the city and the snow….

Lots of flurries coming down, since about 10 am. Looks good, feels the need of a fireplace… My place doesn’t have one (I’ll try to see if I can get some pics for you guys) but at least has the pine smell… The new pine shelves I bought (few trips to Ikea!!!) are heating up from the steam heat. They smell like pine wood burning in the fireplace….

So I got the smell & I got the feel… I’m still hot no doubt I will make it… It just depends where and how… Before I’ll dry out or freeze… It’s snowing, but the snow is not here yet….

Second day

As I promissed last night, I am trying to keep you up to date with events, feelings, weather... Chicago, that is!

First day ended up late in the night. The parade was impressive... never saw something like that. Cold, but not too bad... Lots of people had gloves and Kurt's headdress on, but I kept alternating my hands on the camera, to be able to get some emotions right to your fingertips...

When Kurt said he's going to the gym, while everybody in Chicago was out in the streets, in a cold but fun evening, it just didn't sound right... I new I am in a different place.

Chicago is by far different than anything else...

I think it all starts at the grocery store... When you realize you really have to buy 2 (buy one get one free) or actually 10 (10 for $10) to get the deal. If you don't need that much stuff or you don't have space to stock up (know any HOTlanta guy went to live up North, but Midwest?!) and you just buy one, you better expect to pay the full price...

Did these guys here ever heard of Kroger or Publix? Yes, the new location just opened at Midtown Plaza... hmmm

More, all the "clearance" (50% off) halloween candies started to fly off the shelves.... You didn't know that? Then you need to move out of the heat and come up here... You'll see people asking at CVS where the candies are, b/c Walgreens is out of them already... Good for me, I dont need sugar... Who does? I can't sit naked and look at my body every night... Yes, I am naked at home all the time... Never done that before... No, honey it's not you or the hot pictures I keep on my fridge, nor the guys peeking at my window ( I hope there are MALES living the other side of the building, and not females! just kidding.... lol). It's is the Heat!!! The steam heat works so good I need to be naked and open the windows wide....

Let the fresh air come to me!! Let the new experience begin... (well, it's more like "to continue" but you just pretent you didn't know that before...)

Have fun everyone!!!!!

40 today, sunny and warmer at noon, but I think it started around low 30's in the early morning... Not a bad day!

Thank you for your great words again, those who wrote/called (to) me...

First day

First day in Chicago! 45 feels like 40!

Slept and took care about the house stuff most of the day (new furniture, lots of clothes and things needed to be arranged and organized). But now I'm jumping into the shower and get ready!

One of the biggers Halloween events in the country (together with New Orleans or Savannah) is North Halsted Halloween parade (aka boystown parade), with flamboaiant costumes for people and fancy gear for pets, fun and crazy things that can always happen!!!

Wish you guys were here!

Have a good night! And have fun, wherever you might party tonight!

Arrived in Chi town

My blog here stars with a review... I am starting to post today, Thursday Nov 2nd, but the story starts back in time... since my very first day in Chicago (due to Scott!).

Back in May 2006, I landed into a new city , a new world... Didn't come with the Mayflower, but the Airtran. Didn't get in by the front gate, but the second one, since Airtran doesn't fly to O'Hare, but Midway....

As the people came hundreds of years ago to discover the new opportunity, I came for the boys. Or the boystown, if you wish... Never wanted to do it before, but May was the right time to check it out. Mayflower?! I choosed simply MAY (may wish)

Walking the Magnificient Mile with my eyes on the skycrapers, I couldn't miss the guy smiling next to me and by the second traffic light I knew his name (and his bf, too..). It had to be the dinner at the fancy Italian pizza place (just like me, just opened for business... lol) later in the night when I met the Boystown... Sidetracks and Roscoe's followed. New friends and old friends together... What a weekend...

Soon (more like the next night) I met the guy that become ..."the guy" (aka, Russian beauty).

From here, little run and hide, and sick.... Sick for Boystown, sick for the clubs, sick for the music and longing for the ...boy!!! Nothing stopped me to be back, and back, and back... (not even the fights with the SH manager)

Here I am today, living the city at full time and full speed!!!