ooh, my queer stars...I'm finally here...in the middle of gay boomtown...

In the ever tougher and merciless fight to get even a ridiculously small pad at Boomtown Gay, (sometimes as tough and hard as finding somewhere decent and clean to sleep in New York) I couldn´t believe my luck and I was absolutely wandered how easily I got a FA-BOO-LOOUSE home studio at the trendiest and coolest location of Gay Boomtown; a renovated bachellor pad inside a hipe old Adam-Style building, known for its exclusiveness.

week end á la newyorkaine

The duties of my job push (!!!???) me to travel much too oftenly to New York. Fall is obviously the best season to stay there ("autumn in New York. it lifts you up when you´re let down..) if you don´t want to get freezed in February or roasted in August. Roosvelt Island horror sights fascinate me now more than ever. Even if I hadn't to trip to New York obligée, I would certainly search for the way to stay there at the precise moments. My top neighbourhood now is the Bowery, with an excellent hotel at a rather reasonable prize (does anything like exist in N.Y?). Unfortunately, the Bowery borough has also fallen into the predatious voraciousness of Real Estate "gentrifiers". To "gentrify" in that city means filling real boroughs with unreally snobbish mid-western college middle class (mid-mids) applying to look sophisticated, newyorcan, (even intellectual, sometimes), and deep. Nothing of the aforementioned could really be taken seriously, of course, except for Real Estate predators, who get use ($$$) of this legendary snobbery. Voraciousness has reached its highests peaks in investors striving for gettting poor people out of their much-too-well-for them Mitchell-Lama apartments, that, as years pass by, have become real newyorcan lofty-roomy luxury. Gay scene doesn't result as novelty and exciting as a decade ago, maybe because of its growing influx in my motherland, Chile. Nonetheless, there's always gratifying surprising issues in old favourites, as the Roxy. Middle age gayness has a different taste, definitely, and I found myself wandering how could I manage to buy a now-precious Mitchell-Lama apartment in the now-upscale Bronx Co-Op City, getting some advantage of the city's proverbial snobbery, that makes such high quality buildings be so underpriced if compared with some stylish slums in the Meatpacker. I would really love to have a pied-à-terre there, a neighbourhood in which formerly Third-World Gay couples promenade cozily with their children into the very livable large and green outdoors of Co-Op City.

boomtown gayland oooh la la...

Most of Santiago de Chile downtown reminds of Paris. When freed from Spanish, Chilean oligarchy felt ashamed of everything that resembled "hispanic", so they started destroying sistematically almost every colonial building (fortunately, there were not such magnifiscent ones here, as in Lima, Peru). Embedded from French-slanted and newly-acquired Cartesian rationality, Chile's new Republican order prohibited -until present day- bull and cock fighting, and nobiliary titles. They were also specially keen on choosing French neoclassical styles for every relevant public building excepting La Moneda Palace (the House of Government), the only survivor of this frenchy-frenzy. Late 1900's urbanism was also almost completely "á la mode francaise", and many french architectes had to settle down here, because the demand for houses "á la pied á terre", was, at moments, unmanageable. Little spots of gothic Europe started dotting Santiago's mainland everywhere. So, urban oligarchy lived here as if they were in their beloved Paris ("see Paris and die", they said). Most Boomtown Gayland settled down in what previously had been a fantastic parisian-shaped neighbourhood, including a wide "perspective" avenue; a classical park shaped "á la Jardin de Luxembourg" (Forestal park), with a twin train station, cloned exactly from Paris'Gare d'Orsay ("Estación Mapocho"). The buildings there resemble very much similar ones in Paris and Buenos Aires. Sturdy masonry buildings built to last almost forever, a park and even a rarity small hill converted into a gardenesque fantasy ("cerro Santa Lucía") that dates from the 19th century craziness of former mayor Benjamín Vicuña Mackenna, whose intention was to re-create famous Babylon's hanging gardens, with hints of Versailles. He did it so succesfully.

living la vita borghese

In our beloved southern hemisphere, a hint of spring is beginning to knock out the doors of our almost frozen lifes after a horrid winter, with its warm life-enhancing sunrays. The national anniversary, known as "fiestas patrias" is the official entrance to a new 2009 life cycle. This year there will be 4 days for celebrating: sept.18th, 19th, 20th and 21th. This is not comparable with patriotic July 4th solemnity; because September 18th in Chile is more a pedestrian celebration of excesses that remembers all of us of our past as country peasants with no other horizon in mind that drinking like a fish, eating chilean-version BBQ ("asado") until death, and dancing drum beat-filled Colombian Cumbia, which had became Chilean national dance by adoption. Chilean national dance "La Cueca" is soooo complex and elegant (as happens with Argentinian Tango) just a very few know how to dance it properly. Gay Boomtown version of "El Dieciocho" (The eighteenth, the national Chilean anniversary) obviously excludes bloody Chilean-style BBQ, because many of its socialites are PETA-friendly and "don`t eat corpses". They exclude, for equally obvious reasons, dancing Colombian "Cumbia", considered too popular and ordinary. They would rather spent patriotic anniversary listening a posh and smooth version of ambience techno, eating sushi with slightly non-anorexic friends at their apartment terraces, and drinking vodka-berries instead of more ordinary "Chicha", (a kind of grape cider which is customary at these feasts.) A rather more patriotic very few will opt for a renovated version of classic "empanada" (a mixture of chopped meat and onions inside a crust of baked dough) replacing the smelly meaty mix for delicatesse shrimp and Gruyère cheese.

chlesea, east village? no, just boomtown gayland in here

Boomtown Gayland in Santiago de Chile is an ever-growing thing that has nothing to envy to San Francisco, or New York's Chelsea or East Village Gay boroughs. The main difference, for the good of us, Chileans, is that Santiago's Boomtown Gayland landed in one of the hipest and trendiest neighbourhoods of the city if not, the chicest of all. Nothing to do with rundown ghettos in most of USA's cities. No meatpacking facilities nearby nor fishy markets, no smelly haze over Boomtown. Just a fantastic Chilean Jardin de Luxembourg with its fine parisian-style museum, that houses either classic and modern art. A stone´s throw, the Chilean copy of parisian Gare d'Orsay, where open air ballet, opera and drama are oftenly performed in the sweet evenings of spring and summer. Jazz soirées are held in our cozy local Jardin de Luxembourg too. Nobody here lives in recycled storage warehouses, of course, but in the most fabulous 1930's to 50's apartments, that have nothing to envy to similar ones in Buenos Aires, but larger. When recently visiting an old couple of (hetero) professionals friends of mine, living in a 600 sq.mt.1930's déco bunker, I had the opportunity to take a glance at the always diverse Gay fauna around. At the very beginnings of Santiago's Gay Boomtown, the guys tended to be more activist and proselitist with plenty of flags on the balconies and windows of their upscale apartments. Now, there are signs of a newly acquired normality, as rents and real estate prices skyrocket, and getting a small pad becomes harder. Just a very few rainbow flags are still visible now, but you can see lots of "divines" making their grand entrée to the many highly-fashionable-but-rather-affordable cafes of the borough.

the way you dress tonight

Oh, my Gosh. That´s life. I´ve seen 47 entries to this blog. I suppose a 99 percent of them must be mine. No comments in almost a year is a record of non-reading. I have just recovered the control over this page. I never ended this entry. The Way You Look Tonight. What the fucking hell was I thinking of when I imagined an entry with such a name. Maybe in a beautiful boy dressed in a black suit waiting for me to say "yes" to my lusty proposals. Now, I'm married again (...), so the boy in black is no longer more than a nasty daydream (Oh...My Gosh, the costs of decency and stability...!!!). I dislike cheating, of course. Is so passé now in the 2000's. Is something kinda seventish, like New York, that is kinda seventish too, at lest in my eyes... Vintage Porn New York. The best ever seen... Baretta and Manhattan as appears in Blaxplotation movies, nothing compares to it. And Mary Tyler Moore's show... kinda antique bizarrerie too. I suppose a collection of episodes should be into Mony Linz-Einstein's parisian bizarrerie gallery catalogue. Guys with large moustaches and tight Saint-Tropez pants still put me soooo horny, but they have became soooo scarce; it's a pity. It´s all about being Gay in the mid-fourties and all the crisis we must supposedly face at this stage of our lives. Horrorshow freak. I have been invited to a "remembrance ball party" for the 25th anniversary of my 1983 high school generation at my more-than posh-and-high-end college. The last thing I remember from such institution was I felt it vomitive and the only thing I thought of at that time was getting rid of it. Now I think the same. Most of my former classmates are now well-to-do stockbrockers while I´m just writng oddities in my computer. Well, Nobody gets rich through journalism. You can get plenty of dash and glamour in this profession but of nothing else, for sure.

poshbearbeni hates everything

Over all things of this fucked world, poshbearbeni hates reality shows, and hates inedible Rafael Araneda more than anyone else over the face of this earth; and also hates the infamous TV programme "Rojo" (I think is almost inmoral to broadcast somtehing like this on public television) , and mostly, television nacional TV programmes (the state-controlled tv network, which supposedly should promote culture), and their soap operas; he also hates Malucha Pinto, the entity (a bizarre genetic experiment that finally succeded mixing a cow with a teletubby) who once said "now, in Democracy, soap operas will be "culturally formative" (!!!)", and radios too, specially radios "Corazón" and "Rock and Pop" and all that chilean fake good vibes bizarrerie (chilean society is, by far, one of the most violent all the world over, and I've travelled enough to compare).
All the aforementioned doesn't mean that the rest of the TV channels weren't detestable, specially fascistoid Ricardo Claro's (Claro is now dead, God's bless...) Megavision (where fascist slime disease is spread all over, everytime) and his vomitive news commentator Libardo Buitrago. Moreover, poshbearbeni also detests softporn channel 13, where catholic church blesses teenage lust showing young horny stud flesh by pieces in his new puerto rican soap opera, where you can entertain yourself counting how many esthetic surgeries per square inch of face skin their heroins have. So, vintage Gay Porn videos and DVDs will always be a blessing at poshbearbeni's house. They've became our last spiritual refuge. Really.

cats speaking with weird voices

Schizo handyman also loves opinionated and original beni's cats, and they think he deserves their precious attention. He also thinks cats tend to observe him weirdly, and he told poshbearbeni they had spoken oddities to him too. The answer was those cats always did so, and such was the norm at that rocky horror picture show house. The handyman agreed and finally accepted that cats were opinionated and original, and also assumed fags were freak but harmless, so there was nothing to worry about his new job.

dealing with schizo handyman at home

Poshbearbeni recently hired a schizo handyman for an enlargement at home. At the beginning, it was all quite natural. A schizo handyman working for a rather schizo fag that intends to be a writer and kinda philantropist(...) who frequently goes here and there at home just wearing tiny briefs. Schizo worker doesn't even slightly matter about such bizarre scenes, because he assumes fags are naturally inmoral and this shouldn't be the exception.

poshbearbeni wants to be a writer

Poshbearbeni wants to be a writer but his wicked soul makes him tend more to be like a spooky retired drag queen or a tea-addict Doris Lessing-style leftist spinster. poshbearbeni "democrat" ideals make him "love" all people around, but he really detests everybody and all he wants is to reclude himself into his gloomy victorian-arranged house, cluttered with sticky vintage Gay Porn DVD's and videos. poshbearbeni talks with cats an they have told him they're bored of human lack of invention and originality. poshbearbeni has told them he's also disappointed of cats' selfishness and overcriticism.