Obama is No Leader, Case in Point: MI & FL

Hillary Clinton wants the voices of the people in FL and MI to be heard. She believes that the results of the already held primaries should count or that a new election to supersede the previous result.

In Florida it was the Republican controlled legislature under a Republican Governor that moved up the election, not the people of the state.

Obama wants people to abide by the rules that the DNC had set. The answer is obvious. Rules are important to every society but not every rule is just and we must be conscious to what their intention are.

At one time it was rules that prevented blacks, women from voting. It was rules that prevented women from legally getting abortions. It took great leaders like Susan B. Anthony and Martin Luther King to standup against the establishment against to fight rules that went against the values this country was founded on.

A presidential nominee’s failure to disregard this injustice and disenfranchise millions of voters in order to gain every advantage possible in order to pursue his own political agenda is not leadership, it’s not democratic, it’s not America, and it’s not hope.

Our constitution is amendable and so should some rules in this country, especially if they aren’t just. One would imagine a candidate such as Obama who sells himself on being a candidate of change and a candidate of the people to be at the forefront speaking out against what is happening to the people’s voices in Florida and Michigan.

As an African-American, Obama should be sensitive to the historical roots that prevented his own people from actively participating in the democratic system. Obama often references the accomplishments of leaders like King and sometimes even compares his movement to King’s. Is Obama campaign honoring the life of King and his movement? How does he explain this to the millions of African-Americans and millions of other Americans living in these states? Or is this the kind of hope through politics we can expect from an Obama Presidency?

Just my thoughts,

Felipe O. Infante

HIV/STD Testing

It's that time of the year again to walk into a cold room to get screened for HIV and STDs. The routine is similar but honestly it doesn't get any easier with age, each check up is just as if not scarier than the last. The prominent AIDS activism and awareness that was so string in the 80's and 90's is all but vanished. I think people seem to talk less and less about HIV and getting testing tested because HIV/AIDS isn't as fatal as it once was. Despite the advancements in modern medicine the virus is no friend of the immune system. Everyone must realize that one night of careless fun does not outweigh living the rest of your life with a the disease.

I'm not scared of getting tested, I'm scared of the results...but it's something I have to do for myself. I love having fun but I love myself more and to me. I'm priceless.

I urge you all to grab a buddy and get tested together. Bringing back this consciousness is crucial in changing the mindset of HIV and the global community is affects. If you aren;t comfortable with anyone knowing that you're being tested then take an anonymous test. Remember, most tests are free so there's no reason why you shouldn't get it done.

The L.A. Gay and Lesbian Center offers free HIV/STD Testing, click link for more details.
www.lagaycenter.org

If you don't live in the L.A. area then just run a simple google search to find the nearest testing center in your area.

Honor y Sabor

Join me for a night of great people, yummy drinks and lots of fun as

Honor-Pac, a Political Action Coalition comprised of Gay Latino Men, invite you to

Honor y Sabor
Friday, March 14
Club Cobra
10937 Burbank Blvd.
North Hollywood, Ca.

Bring your friends and enjoy the music, dancing, raffles, giveaways, sexy go-go dancers, and wonderful drinks, what else do you need?! See you there!

Words can kill but they can also save

Be a voice against violence.

Hell of a Hike

My sanguis over exercise
Of course it's tough if you haven't hiked in years! A group of some friends and I joined the Pasadena Gayborhood monthly hiking event last month. The event took place in Glendale as Jorgie's motivation made me feel even more pumped about it. The enthusiasm was short lived, the morning was cold but as people started arriving it was like the more the merrier and it was a total upper.

Not even 15 minutes into the hike my ass was tired, in pain, and over it. Being younger than most of the crowd wasn't any kind of advantage because I was clearly out of shape especially in comparison to these professional hikers! The highlight of the day was enjoying the amazing view as we sat down to enjoy our lunch at the very end of the hike...or so we though....

Apparently the hike continued from the scenic view and it was our wrong to assume people were headed back to their cars. We wanted to take in the moment and our lunch! We felt like total losers after having sat for about half an hour to enjoy this scenic view and low and behold as we get to our cars we notice that the others had continued on an additional trailer.

Not my proudest moment but when was the last time you hiked? Alright then! In short, a great morning, Joel and Gerry got a little closer, Jorgie and I felt like old bitches, and Liz was pumped to go again even though she lagged more than the rest of us that day. Ain't it funny when we get so pumped about going again, if only we kept that motivation while we're actually doing it.

A Plan B comeback?

I wanted to cut Dedan off completely. I thought if there was anyone I could turn to it would be Dedan, a guy who comes off confident, sincere, intelligent and good hearted. We had a moment of closeness that soon vanished after he made a recovery from things he needed to deal with. Instead of following my usual pattern of anger followed by bitterness, I walked away. He tried contacting me a couple of times but only after reading my blog and I certainly didn't want to talk to him just because he read things about himself. A dual sense of pride and indifference made it easy to walk away. Look, I don't need friends who don't make the time for friendships or much less, who aren't there when it really counts. Fake friends, is the term right? The friendship Dedan and I had wasn't fake, it was genuine (I want to believe anyway), but I got the feeling he didn't care to be friends and my suspicions were backed up his actions a few times over.

Dedan paid me a call, early on the conversation was headed into acting like everything was okay when it clearly wasn't. I made my feelings clear and he was receptive to my words. He's not the type of person who would intentionally hurt someone's feelings, but I do think that he is careless about some friendships. In fact, I tried inviting him out for drinks sometime next week knowing that he was expecting friends from out of town this weekend, and of course...he said maybe, opting for doing a weekend of nothing so he can recover. Has nothing changed? I thought he understood. I thought he already recovered. Am I going to be put on the back burner subjected to his mundane excuses of already having plans, tending to his friends, going out of town, or needing to take a weekend off so he can recover from life?

I ended the conversation by challenging him to follow up with the drinks thing if he really did want to be friends. I refuse and won't be a stand by friend to anyone. I would love to keep Dedan as a friend, but if it's not meant to be there's no reason to force it. We're both grown enough to realize that we don't need to be clutter in each other's lives.

It looks bleak but if Hillary can make a comeback then why not Plan B?

Whatever you're into...

Live long enough to find the right one. Protect yourself.


Whatever you're into, protect yourself.


Have safe and have fun. Protect yourself.


These videos are French public service announcements carrying an important message in a funny and enjoyable way. I hope you watch and take their content to heart.

My family has grown!

Kudos to the Mighty Mighty Zeta Chapter as the actives welcomed a new class of men to our distinguished line of brotherhood.

What an amazing ride it's been for them and I'm sure the memories they'll create through NAK from now on are moments they'll keep with them for the rest of their lives.

Welcome Omicron Class!

Fun fun fun at Circus

Friday kicked of an great weekend! Cortez invited me out to dinner with some friends but was unable to make it because of time constraints so we met up for drinks at Club Cobra. I picked up Alex and Adolfo, the latter who I haven't hung out with in about a month.

Cobra was an just okay, definitely a good place to pre-party but certainly not a place to meet people, dance and enjoy the luxury of after hours. Shortly after Cortez and the crew consisting of Freddy, Anthony, Peter, and a couple of their other friends, we opted out of Cobra for Circus. Mike's buddies soon followed of course, we did our best to try to convince and thank goodness because last week at Cobra just wasn't as much fun as I had hoped it would be.

Circus was so much fun! From the minute we got there I saw so many familiar faces, Steve, James, Marty, J'hon, Teo, Tony and so many others. It still weird as hell just how interconnected we all are. We're bound by current and former friendships, ex-loves, hook-ups, acquaintances and various other situations that should for common decency not be detailed, ha ha!

I was trashed but I did get to have a heart to heart with Chris, Cam's former roommate. I'm not sure if I'm ready to describe what was spoken of, but I misjudged him. I kind of feel like Hillary Clinton's whole voting for the war deal. Hillary made her judgment based on the intelligence information that Bush and the UK had provided. Who could ever imagine a president manipulating national security intelligence to advance his personal political agenda? Of course, I judged Chris based on the fucked up things the asshole would say about him, but alas...I'm glad I got to finally understand Chris.

I'm a hardcore Hillary supporter but I didn't know just how profound my support is. It's actually kind of scary. You have no idea how many conversations/arguments I got into with of course, me initiation the conversation with "Are you on Team Hillary or Team Obama?" ha ha! I'd like to apologize to Estuardo's friend whom I totally got irate with.

Freddy and I always tease Mike about what a big bottom he is. Luckily for Mike, I'm glad the guy he's seeing hasn't sat on his face because THAT would be the end of him! But I guess if you have to go, it's better than it's quick although perhaps not as clean as I'd imagine. More drinks and many conversations latter it was time to go. I had an interesting encounter with Marty, I think we may be headed to a recovery. It was great seeing Mike D! I love that guy, I can't wait to hang out with him some more.

I ended up taking a much needed cat nap at Adolfo's place and wow! He has the best apartment ever, I totally dig it! I just may be spending more lounge time there if he ever needs company.

The Gemini

Life's tests are but a preparation for tomorrow's challenges. Though I've conquered many of those challenges, I didn't come to be victorious without casualties motivated by my envious, prideful and largely weak self. Intensity rises and I reacted. My innate response to conquer knows not the difference between friend or foe. I recoil, my will blurs these lines which exist in a deep gray area that yields in my favor for this amorphous pool results in an opportunity to strike...

I am infamous for destruction of happiness and our relationship. I am vulgar. Some choices I made out of survival and pride; deep within there exists a dark spot in my soul that I fear may be with be for the rest of my life. Sometimes I hate myself. There has to be a way to redeem myself but even if so, things won't ever be the same. My deepest condolences to you, the victim of your foolish good heart as it walked through the path of my destruction.

Victimized by my deception, my own soul remains a slave to these moments that define who I am. Life's daily struggles bare witness to a war placing my demons against the inner man who knows good but seldom practices it. With my salvation at stake, I rise to face endless hours of this epic battle to free myself from the chains of who I was and worse, who I am terrified to be.