Ant #328. Target audience.

I have many politically and socially active friends and I really respect them.
They post on social networks, talk to people, organize conferences etc and I respect it too.

The problem is... It's all pointless because the target audience is being chosen wrong.

Let me explain.
If you're a gay rights fighter, all your facebook friends are probably gays or gay friendly people. Homophobes don't go to LGBT conferences so you'll never be able to change their opinions.

The same with racism. Do you have any neo-nazi friends? I don't. All my friends are pretty tolerant and respecting other people.

Or my lovely socialistic friends. All the people who read you are already your "comrades", they don't need to be convinced in anything.

Identify your target audience or don't waste your time.

Ant #325. Months of silence.

It's been a long time since I posted for the last time.
The reason is simple... I was on tour... Actually not me, Madonna was on tour (and still is) and I was following her all over Europe.

Cologne, Germany -> Prague, Czech Republic -> Berlin, Germany -> Stockholm,  Sweden -> Herning, Denmark -> Turin, Italy -> Barcelona, Spain -> Antwerp, Belgium -> Mannheim, Germany -> Zurich, Switzerland... 16 shows in 3 weeks...

+ touristic visits to Ljubljana, Slovenia -> Budapest, Hungary -> Bratislava, Slovakia and lots of time spent in Vienna, Austria.

It was the longest trip of my life. I missed Buenos Aires a lot. Finally I'm back home! ^_^

Actually I wanted to write an end-of-the-year post, but then I thought... What can I write about? There are million of crazy stories happened to me during this trip, but whatever I reveal someone will get in trouble ))) LOL)

I'll think of it and will post something, not sure what it will be. I have some days left! :-P

Ant #324. Kids.

All of my friends probably heard from me that I hate kids. And of course when I say this, I don't mean it.

When I was 6 years old, my sister bore a daughter. But I didn't become her uncle, instead I became her father. My sister got divorced and never had any support from ex husband. She worked a lot, so did our parents, so I was with my niece 24/7. I did all those things that fathers always do, while I was a kid myself.

It was a hard time for me, since that moment I used to say I hate kids and I don't want to have my own one coz I already have one (my niece), but of course it's not true! In Russia we say that "kids are flowers of a life". I cannot say any better!

Why am I saying all these?

I've just known that my lovely friend, amazing argentinian girl that I once met in Tel Aviv, has got a second child, a beautiful boy called Noam. And I'm so happy for her that I don't even have proper words to describe my excitement! She's definitely one of the greatest moms on Earth and the boy was very lucky to be born by her.

OMG! I'm so emotional right now! ^_^

Ant #322. Standing for Kelly Osbourne.

Once she said this...

she got this...

OMG! Such a drama with what Kelly Osbourne said...

Some people are sooo obsessed with being politically correct that they don't even wanna face the truth.

Does it really surprise anyone that in any country the most of immigrants (I'm not talking about british expats signing a 3 years long contract in a 3rd world country) do the dirties unprestigious less paying jobs? Seriously, does anybody know a common mexican that moved to U.S. and immediately became a top manager?

Kelly said what we all know but have no balls to say!
Besides, she's really pro-immigrants coz instead of claiming them to go away (like all conservatives do) she knows that any modern country needs them.

Open up your eyes! Who's cleaning your street? An immigrant. Who's cleaning your home? An immigrant. Who's sitting with your children? An immigrant.

I don't give a fuck about being politically correct, but I DO give a fuck about saying the truth.
So take the sand out of your vaginas and finally start using your brains.
Doh.

Ant #321. HIV+ people.

I have a friend (in Moscow) who is HIV positive. He doesn't know that I know it, but I know (don't ask me how).

I saw this video and I remembered about him. I remembered how he never let me to hug him, how he never let me to drink from his cup, how he refused to sleep at my home because he thought he had to force me to clean the sheets after him and didn't know how.

I left Russia more than 2 years ago, but he never opened up to me or to any of our friends. And I understand why. For many HIV+ people it's even more difficult than for gays to come out from closet. There are so many prejudges in a society about this desease.

I feel sorry that I couldn't tell him some words of support... I didn't want him to feel scared or uncomfortable. If he wanted to keep it in secret, I had to respect his decision.

I just wanna tell anybody who has HIV+ friends. They aren't leprous. They are still the same people that you once knew!

Ant #320. Rain.

I remember an old russian song where the lyrics say "Nature doesn't have a bad weather. Any weather is good."

I don't know. I have a friend who says that any weather is a nightmare, it's always too hot or too cold or too this or too that. She's funny )

I think I'm alright with a heat and frizzing cold, but I can't stand the rain. It ruins everything, plans, willings to go out, but first of all it ruins a good mood.

In Russia we say that rain is nothing but a sky crying. I think it's a beautiful metaphor. And that's exactly how I feel. I watch the water knits on my window and feel tears rolling down over my soul. I wanna get back to my bed and cover myself with a blanket. Too bad that nobody's bringing me a cup of a hot coffee... ☕

Current mood song...

Ant #319. Disconnection.

I talked to one refugee from Russia today. She was like "OMG! There happens this, there happens that", and I found myself thinking that I don't actually care. Then I tried to remember when I read russian news the last time, and I couldn't.

It feels so strange to me. To be honest, I don't know if it's good or not. It's just a fact: I've disconnected.

Ant #318. Nudes.

I swear I could open a gallery with all the pics of dicks they sent to me...

I don't remember since when people started to send nudes to each other?! It wasn't trendy when I was a teenager. I guess it's because we didn't have cameras in our phones.

Just to make things clear! I'm not talking about artistic nude pictures, I'm talking about exact pictures of the dicks.

Honestly I do find it pretty funny to exchange nudes with your partner when you're far away from each other, it's like a game. But I don't really get a point of sending them to strangers, especially if they are in another part of the world. What do you want? Show off? Impress me? Make me jealous? Get me hard? Sorry, this doesn't work on me. Or maybe it's just an exhibitionism? Ok so, but still it doesn't work on me. Besides, there was nothing interesting or jealous worthy.

Listen to this girl, she speaks the truth!

I can't stop laughing at what she says, but damn she's so right, like she's also going to see lots of #Madonna shows))))) #money #RebelHeartTour #bankruptcy #debts

Joking))) I don't even care about your money! :-P

Ant #316. Uniqueness.

Many people think they are different, they are something unique, something exceptionally great while actually they are so basic. But modern society makes them thinking this way. We all see these "queens of the world" everywhere.

I don't know if it's good or not, I just see that people are terribly afraid of being normal.

I remember when I was 14 or 15, there was a parental meeting in my school and my teacher told them... "I can see a separation in the class. There are 3 groups: 1st group - boys, 2nd group - girls, 3rd group - ..."

3rd group was only me. No, I wasn't despised or bullied, never. But people always thought I was different and couldn't really contact me. I also wasn't looking for connection, but I was suffering of them thinking I was weirdo when I desperately wanted to be normal.

Ant #315. Goodbye, life.

I saw many many times people post horrible stories about suicides of gays who were bullied.

Thought #1.

In the amount of people who suicide, how many of them were gays?
Try to understand me, every case of suicide is a terrible story that should never happen, but do we ever see in newspapers that someone suicides because he lost his job or lost his money, or because his wife cheated on him? No. So what does make gays special? I don't get it.
Some people are assholes and some people suicide. This is just an ugly truth of the life. Shit happens. That's why...

Thought #2.

It doesn't matter what was the cause of suicide, we shouldn't praise it. Suicide isn't a solution. It's for weak people. That's what we should say to anyone who ever thinks about it. Don't kill yourself! Fight! We're here to help you if you need, but don't give up! This should be a massage. But instead we have "Oh poor babe, he killed himself because he was treated badly by his horrible classmates." After reading this every teenager will think "Ah, so I have to kill myself to get some compassion."

Modern humanity exists many thousands years, and during all this time we were treating each other badly. We aren't able to change it, we will always be like this. So we have to deal with it. And instead of praying for the world peace (which will NEVER happen), we should grow balls and when they drag us in dirt, get up and keep going.

Period.

Ant #314. Ginger.

When I was a baby, I was ginger. My head hair was almost red and I had freckles all over my body!
But during my puberty my hair became blonde, even though my barber told my I had many many red pigment and when he dyed my hair, the color always left more red.
Now I almost don't have freckles on my face, but still there are lots on my hands and shoulders.

Personally I always hated them and wanted them to go, to disappear. But all of my friends and partners loved them, and this is what took me away from some radical methods ))))

Here they are, my lovely freckles! ^_^

Ant #313. Left - Right.

It's not about socks or driver license exam.
This time I wanna talk about serious and very important things to me...

A small pretty girl gave me a flyer. I took it. There was a logo of pro-government party. I gave it back. "No fucking way I vote for left-wing politicians."
I kept walking... and thinking that sometimes it's hard to stand people with opposite political views. Almost all of my friends in Russia (those who I chose, not those who I had in my school or university) are liberal, respect freedom and self-responsibility, believe in a power of market and think that everyone gets what he/she deserves. So do I! These views are usually called right-wing.

The problem is that since I moved to Argentina, which is absolutely socialistic country, I'm in minority. A very few people share my views. All the rest think that right-wing politicians equal to corrupted politicians. They call a fascist everyone who says he doesn't care of lazy people who never worked in their lives and have always lived for the money that the government gives them (taxpayers actually, not the government).

It's like a gulf between us. We'll never agree.

Oh, and I'd never date a socialist )))))

Ant #312. April Fools Day.

Every year I make the same joke about getting into relationship and every year the drama starts!
No details because I don't wanna shade anybody, but trust me I pissed myself with laughter at some people ))))))


I wanna say a big thanx to my dear friend Lu-Lu who had balls and wasn't ashamed to participate!

Here he is! 
My one day boyfriend! >>>

Follow him on Instagram!

https://instagram.com/luenletras/

He's very cute and such a sweetheart! <3 

And to all of you...

Happy April Fools Day! ;-)

Ant #311. Me, myself and I.

I've always been told by many people that when they see my photos they think there are a few different persons, and I think it's true coz I feel the same some times.

I don't know if it's because I'm loosing and gaining weight or because I'm changing my hair or because of anything else. It's just a fact!

Period.

Ant #306. Hospital.

So how was it?
Two days ago I felt a bit strange. I couldn't really describe what happened, but I felt like a dead battery.
Yesterday I woke up, do some home work and went out. After one meeting and short walk across the city I went to the monastery (my fav place) to drink a coffee and then went home.  Here I felt bad...

It was burning in my chest and seemed like someone grabbed my organs tight. And because I never experienced and heart or stomach or any other problems, so I thought it was a heart attack! From being sick physically I went to being sick emotionally. It turned into a panic attack, coz I didn't understand what was it and I knew that if I faint nobody calls to emergency (I live alone). I decided not to call them for myself and go directly to hospital, I didn't want to stay home alone. Just in case, I put in my back bag my documents, phone charger, took some money, and in 3 minutes I was in a taxi on my way to hospital.

First doctor appeared. A woman. I tried to explain how I felt, she started asking if I had a stress. I said I was ok. She called for the 2nd doctor. A man. He asked the same. Then they checked my pulse. It was perfect. They checked blood pressure. Perfect. The woman left, the man kept asking me if I was stressed recently, if I had stomach problem, if I vomited or not. I was "WTF? I'm having a heart attack! Why are you asking me this shit?"

The woman came back with a Electrocardiography machine and another one doctor. Another man. They checked my heart beating seriously. And haven't seen anything bad at all! The 3 rd doctor asked me if I ever had pancreatic issues and if I still have an appendix. He checked my whole body, it was painful nowhere. Checked and pushed a chest one more time, nothing, no pain at all.

All 3 were like "You're absolutely fine! It must be nerves. Did you receive bad news recently or break up with someone?" But I couldn't confirme anything. Anyway they kept saying it's all because of nerves which affect a pancreatic system.

And just to make sure they told me to check my chest on X-rays. I came back in a few minutes with images. All three + 1 new one doctors saw them and declared I was 100% healthy. It all turned into a joke, they couldn't make anything, while I kept feeling me not so good. The 4th doctor asked me what I ate during the day. I replied that almost nothing, I was about to cook when I felt bad and went to the hospital, I only drank a coffee and s small desert. He asked if I drink a lot of coffee? I confirmed that twice a day, more or less. He said "That's it! For the next 10 days, no fat or fried food, and NO COFFEE!" (which sounded horrible!!! Everyone knows I cannot live without coffee!). He gave me a receipt for some pills and let me go home.

Today I feel way better! But yesterday I was scared as f*ck! >_<

I'd like to thank all the doctors listening to my noise and to all of my friends who were worrying for me! I do appreciate it! Thank you!

Ant #305. First impression.

"When you meet a person for a first time, try to do your best, because you never get  a second change to make a first impression!"

That's what my professor of marketing  told me when I was in university.
Smart, isn't it?

I'd like to meet my clone to see what impression I make.
I hope it's not that bad.

Ant #304. Living For Love.

I read many comments about new Madonna's video, all the people seem to love it, but some of them were a lil bit confused with its aggression and violence. They said that the song itself is so bright, it's about getting stronger and not being disappointed, it's about believing in love.

Hard to disagree, but...

I feel something different. Yeah, it's a dance track, but lyrics sound bitter to me. I'm not sure if it's about interpretation or life experience. I guess anyone who was betrayed and thrown out even once, knows how painful it can be. You can survive, you can learn this lesson, you can get stronger and blah blah blah, but every break-up leaves a scar on your heart, if you have it and you truly loved. And it's good if you staying above the situation and not willing to revenge, but come on, I'd never believe that someone felt fine after all this shit.

Madonna sings, "I can forgive, but I will never forget." And you keep saying that the song is bright?

Ant #303. Perfect city.

I was born in a small city, but I love big cities.
Never understood how people can live in a countryside. It's so boring... )))

I loved living in Moscow, and I love living in Buenos Aires, even if it's not as big and modern as russian capital. So I thought what should the city where I live look like?! Previously I'd say it must be a capital city, but what's about San Paulo or New York? They aren't capitals but I could easily live there. Then I realized...

I can live in any city with:
1) Starbucks,
2) Subway/Metro/Underground system,
3) Madonna's concerts.

That's it! Very simple )))

Ant #302. Party hard.

Shortly...

We had to call to ambulance last night because one guy overdrank!
That's what I call a good party) LOL )))

P.S. I've been told "Brindo por y con tu leche!"
Those who speak spanish know that it's totally gross! Hahahahaaaa))))

 

Ant #301. The day it's all begun.

The night on 22nd of february of 2001.
I'm a 15-years-old boy watching a TV, changing channels...
"Boring... Boring... Boring... Oh, Grammy Music Awards. Never heard of it. Let's check it out..."
And in a few second... "Wow! Limousine! Wait, wait... Wait a second, I know the melody, I heard this song in a club [yes, I was clubbing since 11] las saturday. What was the singer's name? It was cool, I remember... MADONNA! Yeah!"

When the performance ended, I was like "Oh my f*cking god! This woman is amazing and damn hot!"

It was the very first time I saw her on stage. Before that I didn't even know how she looked like. In my home-town we didn't have any music channels.
The day it has all begun! The day when my life has changed forever!

So it was pretty exciting to know she's about to perform at Grammy's again, this year, on february 8th. Can't wait to see it! With no doubt it will be phenomenal!