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.