Eric Scott Matthews

Overdue, or This is the Part Where the Wall Spits on Me

Ok so this weekend at a party I was yelled at.  Something about bloging once a quarter and an RSS feed.  I was trying to find the quarter he was talking about.  Everyone knows I am a sucker for the shiny.  So rather than bore with all of my words about Chicago far too late there's some pics after the jump.

Shouldn’t it be called the Strokies?

So yes. The Chicago trip. I figure if I didn’t write about it sooner, it would never happen. And then I’d go another three months without an entry.

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Mighty Mouse and I showed up in the Windy City last Friday night. Our flight was delayed. There was a chance of rain. And quite frankly I deplaned with that feeling like my ears were bleeding. There is a very good reason I never became a pilot, or a flight attendant. Chicago Nick and I texted a couple of times, not that I expected to run into him or anything, but I figure the one guy I kinda know in town could tell us where to go.

CN: Are you here for IML? Or just the Grabbies.

WTF? I never did get an explanation from him about what IML is or the Grabbies for that matter. One would think I of all people would know gay slang, but it turns out, I am not quite that gay.  

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IML stands for International Male Leather. And the Grabbies, for those of you who didn’t already roll your eyes, is the cute name for the male porn awards. So not only did we get the thrill of visiting Boystown for the first time, one of the last fully-intact gay ghettos left in the US, but we found ourselves surrounded by a preponderance of bears and other publicly affectionate mo’s even at what should normally be the super straight tourist places.  

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So that being said, I don’t think we got the fairest view of the city. The weather was phenomenal. The boy’s were all friendly, even too friendly in some cases, and with Memorial Day weekend in full swing, the town was packed.

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The full review (and all of the drama) later this week… I promise.

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Hurray for CA

Soon there will be another state we can get a divorce in. 

Congrats CALI!

on a personal update: I am still alive-- Thanks Tina for pestering me!  I have just been on hiatus.  I can tell you one thing, it is hard to pick up blogging again once the habit drops off. 

More to come.  Trust me.

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About Frakin Time

Battlestar Galactica season 4 is on tonight.  Let's hope they move on from the lagging episodes at the end of season 3 and really end this series right.

Don't miss the hysterical recap (ala Lost's 8:15 seconds) if you need a refresher:

Virus

Probably Cloverfield 2, but who knows.  Thats' part of the fun.  So get your ctrl+A fingers a workin...

http://www.aladygma.com/

thomas ist ein lügner

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Evacuation Day

Odd how few people, even here, even in MA will remember Evacuation day even as they celebrate St. Patricks day.

Anyway Happy St. Patrick's Day and Evacuation day!

sunday finally

Yeah, I know super geeky, notice how fabulous the music is though.  Yes, that is the main theme for the game.  There’s also a ton of new remixes from the respective original games, including the one that is my favorite right now, which I call Super Mario Bros meets Snoopy.

Don't call me on Sunday.  I'll be busy.

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iband

Oscars, SNL, would Obama be a sore loser?

The Oscars didn’t do much for me, then again they never do.  I got through about 30 minutes (while playing video games).  SNL, on the other hand was pretty fabulous.  I still think it is an hour long show that they strech out to 90 min, but Tina Fey is always fabulous and I kinda sorta loved how the show was a supersized politics episode.  The fact that I totally agree how the media is giving Obama a free pass and that it is a little too gleeful at Hillary’s apparent fall, helped.
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I think Obama is great, but as Gloria Steinem so appropriately wrote, if he were a woman he probably wouldn’t even have been considered for Senate let alone President. Dan Quayle’s campaign was effectively killed, when Lloyd Bentsen said “Your no JFK”. He was talking about charisma but also experience. Obama has less experience than even Quayle had. When it comes down to it I think Obama is an excellent candidate, but it is when I picture him as a President that I have trouble. Not just a President, but one who is destined to get bogged down in what will likely be a disastrous troop withdrawal from the Middle East, and all the consequences of that. We are going to have to pay for what we have done.
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He may have been right about this awful war, but the next President doesn’t get a time machine. He won’t get to go back in time and make this war go away.  We shouldn’t be choosing a president based on what he says he would have done years ago, if he was a decision maker at the time (he wasn’t). We should base it soley on what’s going on now, and what he will have to do in a year.  Not only do I have a problem with his experience, but also I don’t want to see his presidency wrecked Iraq. Oddly, almost guiltily, I’d rather see Hillary do it. Get blamed. Get out. Then give Obama that clean slate that a “new generation” of politics deserves.
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Lastly, He says if he doesn’t win this time he won’t run again. That’s a kinda threat you know. Hey America I’m your best hope, but if I don’t win this time. Well then I give up. So you better vote for me now.  New kind of politics?
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Catch Up

What’s to say. NY was fun and reminded me, as it always does, why I don’t want to live there.  My old friend Robby reminded me the best though when we ran into him at Foodbar and I mentioned someone who had recently moved from NYC to Boston. He said “That’s like a step back!” and the look on his face, the morph of near disgust. His exhausted face. At the beginning of his weekend shift at his second job. Excitement has its price.
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We shopped, we partied, we even got some culture in. And all I really have to say is that Chaka Kahn is still fat and still sounds great, Hot Mess was more mess than hot, everyone still smokes at Hiro, and NYC is still a lot more fun than Boston. Thank gods its such a short drive away.
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Oddly enough I had even more fun this last weekend in Providence. It was probably due to the company.  Gucci-Prada’s 42nd birthday was phenom. Bless. Fetch. Everyone got him something cock like.  The strippers at XL are still too ghetto without the personality. They just remind me too much how much their job sucks for me to enjoy the show. Watching the audience there is always more interesting.  Mirrorbar was a wreck; so crowded I couldn’t even find the stage/box. And then we got lost in the streets of Providence. Cops on horses divided us. We lost cars, friends. Almost ran out of gas. Couldn’t find a way to get off the highway. Slowed. Screamed at each other. And then, like a miracle, we found a 24 hour Mobil station with a store and a microwave. And the biggest can of Monster I have ever freaking seen in my life. Um. I’ll let you know when I break down and drink it. Seriously. It’s waiting.

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PS VOTE!

txtn

It’s funny, I actually have had a lot to write about lately, even on the dating scene, though I haven’t actually had any dates, and, obviously, haven’t written.  Sometimes its not the dating itself that excites me, but the possibility. I have fallen into the flakey, flirty trap of meeting guys on line or “talking” to them through text messaging.

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Here I am broadcasting my journal out to pretty much any stranger bored enough to read this, and yet I feel like there are so few people who really know me. And it’s the same for almost everyone I know. We can instantly call or txt anyone almost anywhere, yet I can’t seem to see anyone in person anymore.

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I watched a few old movies this weekend, we’re talking rotary phone old, and it struck me as very interesting how people, at least in the movies, would race across town to talk to someone in person. Of course, there is something more immediate about that. Of course relationships seemed to be more or greater. I think getting to know someone really requires real life interaction, body language, eye contact. And just plain old time.  So how do we do that today?

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Request for Information about Daniel Yakovleff's Murder

My name is Dave Owens and I'm the Hartford Courant reporter who initially wrote about Dan's death. I would welcome any information your readers would be willing to share. I'd especially like to contact the person who posted the more detailed information about Dan's death.

Thanks for any help you.
All the best,
Dave Owens
Dowens@courant.com
860-647-5347

Daniel Yakovleff: young gay man in boston, Murdered

I'm not much into news blogging, and I don’t have much to add here, but there hasn't been a lot of coverage on this one yet, and it should be passed along.

The short of it is that Daniel was last seen leaving the Eagle on Wednesday night and was found stabbed Thursday morning in a Dorchester apartment.  It wasn't his apartment.  There is pretty much nothing about it in the Globe.

I didn't know him, but I had seen him around.  What I find most disturbing is how little information there is available.  This is the kind of thing our community should be made aware of right away even if it might cause a some panic.  There is a very real possibility that even if this was not a hate crime that it was a sexually related murder.  Someone killed a 20 year old gay kid and is more than likely still around Boston right now, and our local television and other media outlets remain silent.

As usual Andy Towleroad has good links to the story:

Gay Boston Man's Killing a Mystery

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Blue Sunday

I blame the skim milk

For some reason not only have I been unable to keep this updated, but I have been surrounded by an eccentricity of Eric’s of late. Don’t really know how that happened.

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First there was the whole New Years thing. Yeah I had a few people over, (none named Eric), and we ended up at machine, but I didn’t write anything because this year I decided to hermit myself and really shut out the world for a week. And I’m sure someone somewhere is going to read this and think me having 4 people over constituted some party they weren’t invited to. Sue me.

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We hit machine around 11:30 and for some reason everyone I talked to or bumped into turned out to be named Eric. Even the drag queen. Sure there was a Stephen, but we all know about that story from the thanksgiving after-hours and and why I stay away from that one (as tempting as he might seem).

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the gang at the Gaslight

 

Absolutely no freaking way

omg.omg.omg.

Seeing is Believing

Before the snow there was a hawk outside my office window this week. The same day I lost my wallet on the street only to have it turned in by a woman who actually tracked down my address from my ID. Even the 4 miserable dollars in the side pocket were intact.  And finally my cold is waning. I don’t know if I’d call this some strange spate of good luck or what, but it is keeping things interesting even if my social life consists mostly of movies at Mighty Mouth’s house and Dottie Boy Dinners lately.
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Ok that’s not true. I had a great visit with my mom last weekend, though too short, and I am sure most of the rest of my family is angry for not even telling most of them I was in town.  Listen, I was there for about 24 hours, coughing all over the place, so I’m sorry I didn’t make it. 
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So I suppose I’m looking forward to the holidays this year. Mitch is supposed to visit Boston, and there’s a bunch of other people I hardly ever see returning to town to see their families.  I magically have the week off, but am “stuck” in town because I didn’t think anyone would be around to watch Stew.  I’m not exactly upset about it, and already have too much planned.  I may even try to blog a bit more.
We’ll see.
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Snowdog

Dykes in Spaaaaaaace!

The show did not completely wipe away all my fears with from the lame season 3 finale, but it did at least promise us some extra fun. So of course the big early revelation is that Caine was a big ole Dyke. A little cliché given her personality and position, but still it was presented in away that humanized her and was more about relationships than about sex.  My friends and I were a bit transfixed when the commercial for Quiznos came on acknowledging Caine’s dyekehood.  Then there was a commercial for GLAAD, on the Sci. Fi. Channel no less. Which thrilled me.  *

The best part is that the lesbian relationship was plot related especially considering who Caine had a semi-secret relationship with, explained a lot (this episode being played out mostly in flashback), and did not devolve into the whole cliché sloppy, sexy shower scene that I have come to expect from any lesbian revelation in any kind of genre television show.

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Unfortunately Battlestar’s last season looks like it is shelved till March because of the writer’s strike, so we’ll have to wait longer than expected to find out if Starbuck is really the 5^th one or wtf is going on. But since it is the last season we can expect it to be a bit out of control.

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Matt's Housewarming Party

A little hump day fun to remind me what I'm workin for....