How did you get into this? The synopsis: I walked through the doors of the LA Aix Sex Championships with no intent of competing, but just to go “check it out.” Then two girls there said anyone can enter and that I should do it. And then I did. And then it was the people in the crowd that helped me develop my routine with their ideas and cheered me on to win the LA competition and move onto the finals. The details: Shanghai Slammer Fucks Air
For years, one of the things I’ve always been scared of is dance clubs. Never mind the socializing aspect – that was another issue. The dancing part terrified me the most. My big fear was looking stupid.
It wasn’t until earlier this year that I finally decided to do something about it. I first noticed at my local 24 Hour Fitness gym that they offered free hip hop dance classes as part of my membership. It wasn’t freestyle stuff for the club, but it was a start learning rhythm and choreography. So I began going to the classes and fell in love with the style and personality of my instructor, Tiffaney Boyd.
Soon after, I began taking private lessons from her. After my first 1-hour lesson, she thought I needed about 19 more lessons in order to be dope (I only signed up for 10). At least she’s honest. Anyways, this is some footage from some of our lessons together. She’s teaching the Pac-Man (one of my favorite moves), basic body rocking, and puppeting. Isn’t she adorable?
Technically it was a denim skirt and white sleeveless top with ruffles, but you still wore that and walked down Venice Boardwalk on 4th of July looking like an idiot. What the hell were you thinking on this one?
Why in the world are you doing this?
My primary reason for doing this is to smash social anxiety by going into a heavily populated public area as a man wearing a dress. By doing this, my outcome was to be liberated from social anxiety and the fear of what negative things other people may think of me. By being free from the fear of criticism, I will be more empowered in many areas of my life. There have been too many times in the past where I didn’t do something or was afraid to do it (even though it was in my personal best interest) because of what naysayers would think. And continuing to live that way is no longer acceptable in my world. Continue reading 'Walking Down the Boardwalk Wearing a Dress'»
Yeah I know that title is corny, but you’ll understand when you read point #2 below.
But before I even knew what improv was, I remember seeing the show, “Whose Line Is It Anyway?” I won’t post a video clip because pretty much all of them are funny. Just go YouTube it if you’ve never heard of the show.
Anyways, when I first saw it, I was so impressed by these performers by how spontaneous, quick, and witty they are. I couldn’t believe how funny these people can be in just a blink of an eye. Without a script or preparing, these talented folks are saying and doing some freaking hilarious stuff! It was so amazing that one day I knew I wanted to learn how to do improv. And being a left-brained kind of guy, I thought about the:
Ever since I started this blog, I’ve been compelled (and slightly obligated) to live up to it. Thanks to the bright idea of creating this website, I’ve wet my bed and now must sleep in it. This is both a bad and good thing. Bad that it doesn’t feel very comfortable stepping out of my comfort zone everyday and good that the website holds me accountable and forces me to do it. And tonight, it’s been the most uncomfortable to date.
So now that I can reasonably approach women for dating purposes, whether running around doing errands during the day or in bars, clubs, and lounges at night, my next level of improvement is my ability to show more direct interest in a woman and be more sexual.
But before I dive deeper into that, I’ll explain what I mean about direct interest and sexuality. Without having these two qualities as a man, a guy will eventually end up in the friend zone with a woman and never have the opportunity to have any sexual relationship with her. A man may be able to have a fun conversation with a woman and generate interest and attraction, but won’t get any farther if he is unable to show that she turns him on as a fine sexy woman. (And from a woman’s perspective, who doesn’t want to be a desirable and beautiful creature.) So that’s where I’m at right now – I can talk to women, but my biggest challenge at the moment is getting over the fear of putting my balls on the line, risking rejection, and showing women that I am sexually attracted to them as a man. Continue reading 'Talk Dirty to Me, Baby!'»
I saw this video a year ago about giving out free hugs and thought it was pretty cool:
From a social anxiety standpoint, how awkward would it be to go up to people (without a sign) and just ask for a hug? It made me a little uncomfortable when I thought about it, especially when it means approaching other men, whether they are alone, with a group, or extremely masculine and tough-looking. I mean, how weird would it look for a guy to walk up to big muscular or tattooed random dude and asking him for a hug. What about approaching a group of guys, couples, families, or girls? As a result, I had to go do it. Continue reading 'Free Hugs'»
Today I was at the supermarket with my gal pal and we were buying some pie crust for our cookoff tonight. (I made my cauliflower and zucchini soup, quinoa vegetable salad, and hemp milk pudding and she made her delicious apple pie with whip cream and vanilla bean ice cream.) We only had 3 items, so we got into the express lane at Ralphs:
Cashier: Do you have a Ralphs’ card? Me: No. I don’t have mine today. Can I use yours? Cashier: Do you have a phone number? Me: No. I don’t have card. Can I use yours? Cashier:[Hesitates, but eventually uses hers.]
Cashier: That’ll be $8.97. Me: OK. [I reach into my two pockets, one on each side of my cargo shorts, pull out two fistfuls of change and throw them onto the counter. A few coins fall down to the ground. By this time, there were 3 people in line behind me.] Let’s see…1, 2, 3, 4, 5,…[counting the pennies]…28, 29… Continue reading 'Hold On. I Have Change.'»
One day I was walking on Venice Boardwalk and saw little children dancing carefree in front of this street performer who was singing. I looked at them and was amazed that I used to have that type of attitude. I do what I wanted without a care in the world or what other people thought of me. And as I grew up, societal conditioning caused me to think otherwise. I started becoming more conscious of the things I was doing because I was afraid that I might look bad in front of my friends, colleagues, family, and even strangers. I became inhibited, stifled, and shy and reverted back into a social cocoon.
After thinking about it a little more, I realized that having these types of anxieties were preventing me from doing a lot of things in life. It was stopping me from approaching and meeting the women I was really attracted to because of reasons like fear of rejection or what other people would think if they saw me fail. It was stopping me from talking and networking with people that would be helpful in my business. It was stopping me from telling people what I really wanted and how I felt about them. Continue reading 'Importance of Getting Out of Your Comfort Zone'»
I was at PetSmart today and had one of these spur of the moment things. I was at the register buying a new doggie chew toy and the cashier was ringing me up. When she finished, a customer had just walked in and asked her a question. To help the customer, the cashier walked away from the cash register. All of a sudden, the phone was ringing.
Me:[Thinking to myself] Hey, the phone’s ringing and she walked away. No one’s answering it. I wonder what would happen if I picked up the phone and answered it. That would be weird and a little uncomfortable. Oh shit…it’s uncomfortable. I should do it!Continue reading 'Answering the Phone'»
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For years, one of the things I’ve always been scared of is dance clubs. Never mind the socializing aspect – that was another issue. The dancing part terrified me the most. My big fear was looking stupid.
Ever since I started this blog, I’ve been compelled (and slightly obligated) to live up to it. Thanks to the bright idea of creating this website, I’ve wet my bed and now must sleep in it. This is both a bad and good thing. Bad that it doesn’t feel very comfortable stepping out of my comfort zone everyday and good that the website holds me accountable and forces me to do it. And tonight, it’s been the most uncomfortable to date.
So now that I can reasonably approach women for dating purposes, whether running around doing errands during the day or in bars, clubs, and lounges at night, my next level of improvement is my ability to show more direct interest in a woman and be more sexual.
Today I was at the supermarket with my gal pal and we were buying some pie crust for our cookoff tonight. (I made my cauliflower and zucchini soup, quinoa vegetable salad, and hemp milk pudding and she made her delicious apple pie with whip cream and vanilla bean ice cream.) We only had 3 items, so we got into the express lane at Ralphs:
One day I was walking on Venice Boardwalk and saw little children dancing carefree in front of this street performer who was singing. I looked at them and was amazed that I used to have that type of attitude. I do what I wanted without a care in the world or what other people thought of me. And as I grew up, societal conditioning caused me to think otherwise. I started becoming more conscious of the things I was doing because I was afraid that I might look bad in front of my friends, colleagues, family, and even strangers. I became inhibited, stifled, and shy and reverted back into a social cocoon.
I was at PetSmart today and had one of these spur of the moment things. I was at the register buying a new doggie chew toy and the cashier was ringing me up. When she finished, a customer had just walked in and asked her a question. To help the customer, the cashier walked away from the cash register. All of a sudden, the phone was ringing.