Super Juju at the gym:
My super week of intensive sport

• 21 October 2008 at 14:08
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I started execising at the gym again. This time, Ada comes with me.

Last Wednesday, we went to the yoga class. Most of the attendants are women at these classes, and half the men are gay, that's good! However, I'm so little flexible that I tend to make more a fool of myself than turning gay guys on. Yeah, you thin that yoga is just about sitting in the lotus position, well think again! It's really intense actually! But it's not violent.

On Friday evening, I used the machines. I don't know the names of all these torture instruments but I did 30 minutes of this kind of cardio with handles (so you push with the legs and the arms), the machine for pectorals, the machine for the back, and then some kind of abdominals. I don't do the row machine anymore.

On Saturday morning, at 10 am, Ada, Peter and I tried pilates. This is so fucking hard! And I'm so bad, I couldn't do all the exercises. Ada and Peter were exhausted! The thing that I like in gyms is that sport teachers are not here to bother you, compared with secundary school and high school where they were always mad at me because they thought I wasn't making any effort. Here the teachers understood that I'm just completely rubbish.

On Saturday afternoon, Ada and I did some machines again. We did a bit of cycling this time, it fucked up my ass! Ada also introduced me to the abdominals machine (I did 100!), it was about time.

I also have some kind of diet (not too scrict, exercise makes me bloody hungry!), and, wow, I can already feel the effects on my love handles!

Keep going!!

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The picture of the price of honour of N.

• 21 October 2008 at 09:51
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You can find it here!

The winner and his husband are very happy and seem to like my choice of jockstrap.

Congratulations!

Update: you had to see the wrapping as well!

Image credits: Erwan de Erwanébruno

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The ring

• 15 October 2008 at 22:28
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He arrived, with a heart full of joy and a stomach filled with alcohol. He was going to ask her tonight. He stormed into the room to salute her and show her all his love. They exchanged a few words, some news and several laughs.

And, he told her he was was going to address something important. She didn't take it seriously and started to laugh, but he insisted. Tonight was a crucial moment for them. He told her he wanted to marry her. She didn't believe it, she thought it was the wine, but he insisted. She understood. And she said yes.

He realised he didn't have a ring. So he offered his earring and tried to passed it on her finger but it was too small. She then suggested the ring he has on the glans of his penis. He looked at her with eyes full of love and told her:

See, that's why I want to marry you.

He took off his cockring and put in on her finger.

They kissed and had a great night of sex.

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Hare Krishna

• 14 October 2008 at 23:45
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Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare

On Sunday morning, Ada and I (yeah, we spent the whole weekend together) went to the yoga session at the gym. I was the only man, apart from the teacher, who was gay too. I thought that yoga was to be easy, well I was wrong! It's exhausting! But it feels so good! It plays with all the muscles and it's very relaxing in the end.

On the way home, we bought some thai fisherman's trousers, suitable for yoga, we put them on. I put on my Mecha Naga Buddha tee and voilà, I looked like a Hare Krishna disciple.

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The audacity of... charity

• 14 October 2008 at 16:39
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Last saturday, I joined Ada at Forum 3, a recruitement event for the non-profit sector. Before leaving, I ate a half-cookie left by my housemates.

At the forum, we discovered several organisations, and met a few people. It was very interesting but I couldn't focus, due to the night before, among other things. I was surprised by the number of gays. All the men were gay! There was also quite a few lesbians. Maybe gays think alike...

I feel like doing things, but I had the feeling I couldn't do anything. Raising funds, managing public relations, and so on, it looks impossible to me. But if I keep thinking like this, I will never do anything. Maybe I should just dare.

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The official pictures of my graduation

• 10 October 2008 at 12:35
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This morning I read Ludovic Maillard's blog, and he recommended to go and check out the website Sexy People. It reminded me I had myself some rubbish pictures, but more recent: my graduation pictures! So I'm gonna share them with you!

First, my official portrait as a Master of Sciences:

Image credits: Ede and Ravenscroft

Then, the picture with my parents:

Image credits: Ede and Ravenscroft

And then, the photo showing I had totally forgotten to greet the Dean while on stage duting the ceremony:

Image credits: Ede and Ravenscroft

Seriously, these colours are rubbish! I look so pale!

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Decalogue of Gaga Blogging

• 09 October 2008 at 23:46
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1. You shall make your readers hard laugh.
   Or they'll get bored.
2. You shall interact with your beloved readers.
   "Interact"! Not "suck up"!
3. You shall base everything on your personality.
   Well yeah, what you talk about in your blog always comes from your own passions, and you always express an opinion.
4. You shall make it short.
   I must say I rarely read posts that are too long. I have problem connecting at home, I don't have time to read novels at work, so I think about the others! And the french translations! Well yeah, after the fast food, the fast blog! It often happened that I wrote long posts, but that doesn't mean I meant to be read!
5. You shall talk about interesting stuff.
   As obvious as it may seem, you have to remember it!
6. You shall not hesitate in telling it all.
   Modesty, mystery, this is bullshit! This is not allowed here!
7. You shall not play the drama queen.
   There's nothing more boring than reading the complaints of a victim. Maybe once in a while, but not everyday. (Okay, it already happened here, I know!)
8. You shall keep faithful to the truth.
   As much as possible.
9. You shall not copy the post of your neighbour.
   Is there anything more stupid than copy-pasting someone else's post?
10. You shall disobey these rules.
    Rules are made to be questioned, my dearest!

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Noctoscatophobia

• 04 October 2008 at 18:46
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Yesterday evening, I accomplished something extraordinary.

I had an ineluctable need to go to the toilets. I pushed the door, I turned up the light... And I realised with astonishment that the bulb was not working anymore. I had to face a cruel dilemna: either I decided to empty my bowels or to do nothing at all. This second option was not even conceivable. I had to fight my fear and relieve my needs at any cost.

I couldn't prevent myself from thinking again of this trauma of my childhood... When I was very young, I had seen the movie Arachnophobia. In a scene, a character is attacked by a spider hidden under the toilet seat. This scene shocked me deeply.

I should not think about that. Everything was to be alright, I repeated myself.

The outer light let me see a little bit inside the toilets.

I courageously opened my zippers, bravely lowered my trousers and piously laid my behind.

Several minutes passed by, during which I thought about a lot of things. I thought that, everyday, we face new obstacles in life, and we had to be strong to overcome them. It was the only thing that could keep me in this place. Being strong... to be able to move on, to be able to live better, to be able to change things. Maybe this doesn't mean anything to many, but to me, it was a huge progress, a revenge on life.

When I had finished, I was overwhelmed with emotion. At last. I had won over my fear of toilets in the dark.

I honorably got up, gloriously zipped my trousers and triumphantly washed my hands. I knew I would always remember this episode, the little fresh air going through the room and the colour of the toilet paper.

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Work is fun

• 03 October 2008 at 14:56
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Today, we were giving a call to an agency, and my boss gave me the phone so that I speak to a person he had just called "Rachel". I was a bit stressed, so I did my nice geeky stupid accent and I vigourously said:

Hello Rachel!

And then my boss told me:

His name is Richard.

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