Good Times in the Chi...

So I have taken two trips to Chicago in the last two months and I am planning another trip at the end of October for my birthday celebration. What gives?

The truth is that I have fallen in love with Chicago. From the straight forward arrangement of streets (though I still prefer the numbered and ordered simplicity of DC) to the very way cool people I have met from there and presently there, Chicago has not only enchanted me, it has captured the attentions of my future plans. Yes, thats right kids, I am presently working towards moving to Chicago sometime within the next 3-4 years. In this time frame, I expect to have finished my master's degree in electrical engineering at Johns Hopkins, finished all renovations to my house and have ten years of engineering experience under my belt. It also does not hurt that my company has a site out (relatively) close to Chicago in Rolling Meadows.

What I've found in Chicago is a city as liberal and as alive as New York City without the preposterous cost of living and claustrophobic, turn-of-the-century living conditions. There is no way that Washington DC would ever foot a penny towards recognizing Dupont Circle as a "gay-friendly" area as Chicago does with Boystown. There is no place in DC that continues to serve liquor past 2am. With the exception of perhaps New York and San Francisco, there is no other city where an obvious drag-queen/tranny would just casually climb on the elliptical next to me at the gym and start her workout without drawing gawks and stares.

These may seem like crazy and superficial reasons to uproot and move to an entirely new city; however, the real reason has more to do with the wander bug finally taking a big and juicy bite out of my plump and complacent ass. It is not until recently that I have had the financial capability to really start traveling. Before this time, I was quite happy having been born and raised in the general vicinity of the Washington D.C. metropolitan area. It was not until I saw New York, Chicago and Miami that I really and truly started wondering what it would be like to live in another city. We Scorpios do not make irrational decisions however; after seeing the price of real estate (because there is no way I am ever renting again) in Miami and New York, I knew I'd never be able to live there without becoming some greedy landlords butt-boy. Chicago, however, has relatively cheap real estate in and relatively close to the city. This instantly piqued my attention and here I am, making plans to move there someday.

As promised, here are some pictures from my last and before last trip to Chicago:


Me and my Juana, Miguel. Fresh off the plane and I am already drunk off my ass.







Here I am giving you femme-trade-face-in-white belt. Yes, I just recently started appreciating white belts and yes I wanted to get it in before Labor Day!



Oh my... is it a little hot in here? This picture makes me want to run to the bathroom with a spoon after every meal. And for the record, I was NOT trying to rub his nipple!




Some boy that I always run into but I always forget his name as easily as he obviously forgets the Jergens on his elbows. He serves beautiful face though! Aawwo!






Sweet but sad and unrequited Jonathan. How can someone so sweet be so damn single! Chicago, WAKE UP and come snatch this boy up!






Now normally I am not into the big girls but this one could have got it on the flo' baaybaaay! He look like he could have whipped up a tasty breakfast in the morning too. Alas, I had too many of that guy on my shirt to remember his name..




Gorgeous green eyes? Check. Very talented dancer? Check. More cheese in a smile than the whole state of Wisconsin? Check. Fierce snatched eyebrows peeking from under a sickening hat? Check!! Domenico bettah work!







Me in just about the gayest shirt I have ever worn. Appropriate as I was about to go to the gayest event ever: Miss Continental, the apex of drag competition.





At a BBQ. Something about putting my ear on Carino's breast makes me happy. Also his red shirt is the plate upon which I can serve FACE!!






Ooh, I'm a little moist. A whole night of dancing at the Prop House and a few of their creative, colorful and POWERful drinks and this is the result: A hot, moist, sweaty mess! Danny is dry by comparison. He must have adapted!



Okay I'm drunk, Ryan is too but Miss Dominic is giving us thug-face for no damn reason!








Hot picture of my future Chicago fam. I didnt' know I could give thug face too but there you go!







Me and Dome about to do a pop-and-lock on the dance floor. Eat your heart out Darren's Dance Grooves!





Yes it looks just as stupid when YOU do it. For the record I am a non-smoker!








Why does it look like I am up to no good? Whats going on? And why does that lollipop look so damn good? This is when we were there for Market Days. The hair was a lot shorter!





OOOOH.. I hope this doesnt' spark an inter-fraternal incident! Despite the sentiments of some of my Hermanos, I got mad love for the Betas... (the ones I like that is!)





.... I told you I was up to no good. Gotta love Prop House for handing out watermelon Now & Later lollipops with their sour melon ghetto-tinis!








..... fun picture with Carino. I just love resting my head on his breasticles! Love you girrrrrrrr!







... eyebrow competition with my new white friend Dominic. Sad to say but he wins hands DOWN. Gotta love him! So after I tell him my name is JULIO he asks "so are you black or something"? LOL!!!





.. ashy elbows or not, this boy has what I call OFFTG.. (ovah face for the gawds!!)






And thats it kiddies. I leave for Chicago yet again tomorrow. (Yes, its taken me this long to finish this post. There is a lot going on. More on that later!).