I never really came out. I was basically yanked out of the closet by my mother one day by asking me indirectly if I was gay. Which I really didn’t have a problem with since I wasn’t intending to come out anyhow. What I was didn’t affect my relationship with my family or my feeling of acceptance.
I was raised a born-again christian most of my life and internally I battled with coming out. My issues were not really so much about what other people thought but what I personally believed was right (ok maybe a little of what people thought but that was secondary). Religion and my beliefs made this battle difficult. Everything I realized that I was, was everything my religion told me was wrong and immoral. Through the years my beliefs have changed…I began to question religion and the many loopholes it had. I mean seriously….if God loves everyone, how come these religious people say he doesn’t love gays? Since when did the word ‘everyone’ have an exception…isn’t that the point of the word is that it encompasses all?
Ever wonder what the Homorazzi cast talks or rants about on instant messenger at home, at work, or on our iPhones? According to the daily polls, 32% of you want to hear more about our personal lives. Here’s a conversation Topher and Redd had yesterday:
finding a clothed pic of myself is a challenge lol
what do you need it for?
I’m writing a short post of my uneventful coming out lol
my mother asked me if i was dating the guy i moved in with
and i said yes
that was it lol
Well, it all came to an end last night. The culmination of months of photo shoots, a dozen scarcely covering outfits juxtaposed by a myriad of glittering accessories, an abundance of angry/loving/supercilious/inquisitive blogs, and more makeup than Tammy Faye Baker on her worst day- this competition saw its explosive finale last night at Celebrities night club. How did I do? Well, my fancy Microsoft Paint “photoshopped” profile pic up there should give you a clue ;)
The crown- I refuse to call it a tiara… too easy- was passed from last year’s winner, Aaron Ursacki, to a beaming Calan Breckon.
Now, there will be a lot of articles out there covering the facts of the evening and of the process up to this point, so I thought I’d throw a personal wrench into the story- something’s got to come out of me letting them put that much spray paint on my face (the eyeliner STILL won’t come out… who just has baby oil lying around their house?? I mean really, it’s not even condom-friendly… what’s the point?)
I had a rather odd encounter the other day.
It started with a very slow morning. I woke up to pouring rain and did not want to get out of bed. I hit the snooze a few times; dragged my butt downstairs; made my lunch, and ate some All Bran Strawberry Bites. I read my mail, caught up on the news some and did a few Ebay searches (my usual routine to let you know). I spent more time on my computer than usual before heading upstairs to shower and get ready for work. I’m glad I was extra slow today, showing up to work at 9 AM rather than 8 AM because by the time I made it to the door the sun was blazing. Well, it was bright, it wasn’t exactly hot- as we all remember.
I walked nice and slow to work to embrace the sun. My workstation only has some nice, warm, florescent lighting: my office only has windows in the bosses’ offices and in the meeting/boardrooms. I’ve spent many years now missing out on sunlight. Not only from living in the rainy city of Vancouver, but also because for my master’s I worked in a lab- under a gym- with zero access to those occasional rays of sun.
As you may or may not know, yesterday was the finale to Vancouver’s Next Gay Top Model, featuring our own Adam as one of the 9 finalists. It was hosted by Mathieu Chantelois, with special performances by Armstrong Jr., Jaylene Jerome Mandrake, mArte, Peter Breeze, Sambe, DJ Zach Shore, our own DJ Landon James and co-hosted by our own Jonny Staub… AND, a surprise presentation from Homorazzi.com.
Congratulations to Calan, who was the winner of Vancouver’s Next Gay Top Model, with Joel and our very own ADAM who were the runners up!
So, back to the surprise… Homorazzi was asked by the the event organizer to put together a Top Model “spoof” for the event, and we graciously accepted the request. The following video is the Homorazzi cast’s version of ANTM- hope you enjoy it!
Who do you think will be sent home? Find out…!
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What show should we spoof next?
So, I’m back to reality after an unplanned and totally spontaneous trip to Cuba this past week. Being back in reality sure sucks but a quick getaway refreshes one’s soul. Here’s a slide show video of my Cuba trip:
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I’ve heard many stories about Cuba about what to expect, and frankly, a lot of them were untrue. Here are a few things I was told I’d soon find out for myself:
1. The food is really bland and not very good. – The resort we stayed in actually had decent food and wasn’t too bland. We did bring our own ketchup which was a good call for the wonderful omelettes they made for breakfast. The only ketchup they have is from Brazil and let me tell you… ketchup made in Brazil is horrendous. Ask anyone who’s been to Brazil: Brazilian ketchup is basically sugar, water and some food coloring. It was void of any tomato flavour. I survived on fish and rice mostly on this trip which is great cause I love fish (not that other variety though ;) and I don’t get to have it as much as I’d like when I’m home.
2. Cubans are very poor and they will steal from you. – Inside the resort was actually very safe. Mind you, I did carry my passport and the very few electronics that I did bring with me at all times: better be safe than sorry! Other than that, our other belongings were safe. Even in Havana, I didn’t feel unsafe in terms of pickpockets and thieves.
3. The hotels are gross and disgusting. – We opted to go the frugal route and went with a 3-4 star resort (Aguas Azules formerly Club Amigo), which ended up to be a good choice. The rooms were very clean and so were the bathrooms. I didn’t need it to be super posh since we were barely in the hotel rooms. We would get up at around 9am, have breakfast, and head to the beach all day until about 5 PM. So we really were only in our rooms to sleep and take a shower.
In honour of Rich’s 30th Birthday Party this weekend, he will be the next Homorazzi cast member we’re going to feature. Most of us met Rich while he was still living on the island- no not Manhattan island, THE Vancouver Island! He would often come up every other week and party with the boys from Vancouver, Seattle, Toronto, PV… You name it: Rich did it (try switching “it” for “him” there and the joke still makes sense… kidding Rich!) When we all first heard he was moving to Vancouver, we got worried that we’d go through Rich Overload. Luckily for us- and for him- we did not. Rich brings to the panel his expertise in Politics, Top Model and all things He-Man and Shera- along with his infamous Wonder Woman twirl. Hope you enjoyed the mini-roast. Happy Birthday Rich!
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I am a bit crazy when it comes to my hair and I don’t know if it’s just me or whether there are others out who might be the same. Either way, I think it has something to do with my upbringing. You see, I never actually went to a hair dresser, salon or barber until I was about 17, and that was only because I was living in Switzerland at the time. I probably would have held out ‘till I was over 20. My mommy always chopped my locks- and it’s not like she’s trained. I think this lead to my rather unusual habits with my hair. Now, I’m not referring to the multitude of hairstyles I’ve had- though that may have also been caused by my mother, but that’s a whole different post, for another time.
I will let it grow out and then suddenly one day, I hate it and need to chop it all off. Now I’m guessing this isn’t uncommon, but the weird thing is that I need to change it RIGHT AWAY. For many, this would mean making an appointment somewhere, or hitting up a barber. However, since I was brought up getting hair cuts for free, and whenever I wanted them, this has caused me to be cheap and actually afraid of hair cutting establishments. I have no idea what to say to whomever is cutting my hair: it’s all foreign to me.