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Welcome To New York!
I moved to New York City!
As a gay boy growing up in suburban Pennsylvania I've always aspired to live in NYC one day. NYC has always been the ultimate city. It's the biggest city in the country, and has such a huge, vibrant, diverse gay community, with decades of history.
Plus I've noticed all gays aspire to live in the biggest city in their region. Southeast gays aspire to live in Atlanta. Midwest gays aspire to live in Chicago. West Coast gays aspire to live in LA. Northeast gays aspire to live in NYC.
I know NYC is ridicuously expensive, which is why I've always said I want to experience NYC even if it's just for a year.
I've been trapped in Pennsylvania for nearly 5 years now since leaving Atlanta. I wasn't planning to be in Pennsylvania this long, but the pandemic happened, then I was in a relationship, and then I began a new job and didn't feel comfortable moving yet. So everything happens for a reason, and timing is everything. This is my time to finally fufill my dream of living in NYC.
I decided to move to Washington Heights. Washington Heights was the neighborhood I stayed in my very first solo trip to NYC back in 2015. I immediately loved the neighborhood. The apartments tend to be cheaper and more spacious than most of lower Manhattan. I wanted to definitely be in Manhattan when I moved to NYC, which Washington Heights is in. I saw the room on a roommate finder site, and immediately wanted it. I thought I had been set on Chicago, until finding this place immediately changed my mind.
I visited it on my most recent work trip to NYC. I loved it, and I had to have it. Now I do.
One week after leaving a 2 week NYC work trip, I returned to get the keys to my new place. Then I spent the next week furnishing my place.
I'm so proud of myself. This is my first time moving somewhere fully on my own, like no help from my parents, and I even furnished my place all by myself. Without help or assistance from anyone. I even paid for all my furniture to be set up by professional carpenters. I can't put shit together myself. I tried that in Atlanta, and that was an epic fail.
At 33, some may consider that old to be experiencing true independence, but I don't give a fuck. Your life journey, and my life journey have nothing to do with each other. So yes at 33 is my first time truly paying my own rent, furnishing my own place, and finally experiencing true adulting by paying all my own bills. We all have our own different life journey time tables, and this is how mine worked out.
I love my new place. I may have gotten everything a little big, but whatever. I wanted a queen size bed. I wanted a nice pink couch. I wanted a nice sized dresser. I love all my furniture. Floor space is minimal, but hey, it's NYC. I'm grateful to have a room with a decent sized closet. I love my new place, and my new life as a New Yorker.
Moving somewhere where I could finally having a dating/sex life again was extremely important to me. I've had like no dating/sex life in Pennsylvania. I have no friends here, and would only really feel alive whenever I traveled for work or vacation.
So only a week into NYC I've already had 2 dates!
First was with my Dominican Papi. Now i know I've been warned about Dominican men time and time again. But it's NYC, and the Dominicans are in abundance. I live in the most Dominican part of the city, and there are hot, buff, sexy Dominican men everywhere. Even my first time at my new gym I was shocked how many big, buff, muscular guys there were. I'd never seen that many hot fit people at a gym before, and I worked out at the gayest gyms in Atlanta.
Though despite all the hot Domincans all over my neighborhood I haven't really seen too many on dating apps. I'm sure the hot Dominican gays exist, or are DL, but I've not encountered too many online.
Well besides my Dominican Papi. I met him on Scruff. I saw his profile on Saturday morning, and I htought he was one of hottest guys I'd seen online since getting to NYC. He seemed too hot to be real, but he said the same thing about me too. We started chatting and were chatting all day, and then made plans to meet for dinner that night.
We went to this really cute Peruvian place in Hell's Kitchen. Dominican Papi was running late since he was trying to find parking. All the Bronx guys I meet have cars. I guess the trains aren't as convenient in the Bronx, but having a car seems so inconvenient. Especially when you want to go to downtown Manhattan, but they refuse to take the train or an Uber after they got a car. A man with a car is a plus.
Dominican Papi was just as hot as his pics as in person. He's exactly my type. big, beefy, brawny, butch, and bearded. He's over 6ft, and a top. He's my perfect man.
Being Dominican, a top, from the Bronx, and a Gemini are all red flags, but I'm a Scorpio. I love a toxic relationship and ignoring red flags.
We were very honest and transparent with each other about our red flags. He revealed he's married and lives with his ex. They're roommates and there's another roommate there, so thankfully it's not like they're sharing a studio or one bedroom together. They all have their own room. I have 2 roommates too, so I don't care about a guy having roommates. Especially in NYC where the average studio is over $3500 a month. I expect everyone to have roommates.
I shared my red flags and told Dominican Papi about me getting canceled last year. I don't see a point in hiding getting canceled, since most likely if a guy I go out with has any black gay friends then they're going to recognize me and tell the guy about me being a hateful pozphobic bitch. So I'd rather tell the guy myself. Plus Dominican Papi works in the medical field, so I wanted to get that out of the way.
Dominican Papi is HIV-Negative and on PrEP (thankfully), and Doxy Pep as well! Which makes him even more perfect! Still there are weirdly negative guys out there that don't like me because I don't want to get with poz people. So I like my baggage out there. I want a man that wants me for me, flaws and all. So I would rather get rejected for a guy wanting me for the true me, than only wanting me because he doesn't know certain things about me.
Dominican Papi didn't seem to care about me being canceled. I did tease him about his husband throughout the night, which he didnt really like much. So I gotta cut that out.
But the date was amazing. We walked around Hell's Kitchen and got drinks at a gay bar afterwards. We were all over each other in the club. Making out, feeling each other up, I loved it. I love a big beefy man not scared to be affectionate in public. I love PDA, and I don't give a fuck about who's around. We're gay and in a gay bar. We are free to makeout with our men wherever we want.
We quickly left the bar and went back to my place. We didn't fuck. I had a huge dinner with him. I'm not douching before dinner. That would fuck up my stomach. If I'm going to fuck on the first date then we need to fuck first, and then go out to eat and enjoy the night.
Though I'm more into dating lately. Random hookups haven't been satisfying me lately, so I'd rather be going on dates with guys. I'm proud of myself for getting a date less than a week into moving to NYC, since most of my friends that live in the NYC area barely go on dates.
Dominican Papi and I had a nice sleepover. Lots of oral, making out, and me pretending to top him. I dont know what it is about being a bottom wanting to dominate my top. I don't really want to top them, but in a way it's like a comfort in knowing that my man isn't allowed to let me explore every inch of him. I don't want any part of my man's body to be off limits to me, even though I am a full bottom and want a full top. Well I may want to flip once or twice a year.
Though downside is after Domincan Papi left in the morning he wasn't very talkative afterwards. I was scared I really was getting the Dominican stereotype experience. They act like they love you and love bomb you right away, and then dump you after they get what they want. Granted we didn't even fuck, so not like he hit it and quit it. Still...I really like Dominican Papi, and didn't want to get ghosted after my first NYC date.
Though I also don't want a repeat of Atlanta where I meet a guy week one, and then am already boo'd up. I just got to the biggest city in the country, and want to date. I want to explore my options. I don't want to settle down with the first guy I meet. Granted I do really like Domincan Papi, and I do want to be in a relationship again in the near future. Do I want to be in a relationship with a married man that still lives with his ex? Ideally no, but if I like a guy that I'm still gonna pursue it. I'm up for adventure. I definitely want to see Dominican Papi again.
His communication hasn't been great since day one but he has been more responsive and talkative. Apparently I gave him a hickey, which he wasn't happy about. I'm sure his husband wasn't happy about it either.
My next date was with Fiddler. He's an actor, and was in a production of Fiddler on The Roof recently. Plus I remember watching Fiddler on The Roof in elementary school, and Fiddler does remind me of the big, burly, bearded protagonist in the fim.
Fiddler is white, 29, big burly and bearded, so just my type. We also met on Scruff, and had been talking daily since I got to NYC. He lives in my neighborhood and has been giving me lots of recommendations and knows the neighborhood well. I like that he's also an actor, and it's nice having a guy to connect with about the struggles of being an actor in NYC.
Fiddler is originaly from Virginia, and went to school down south too. So he's a southern man living in NYC. He's really big into theater, which isn't my realm. Since I'm more into TV/film. Which I also think is nice to be actors but in different realms so it's not like that competitive. Granted I don't really feel competitive with other actors, especially since we aren't going out for the same parts. We aren't the same race, body type, or even playing the same age ranges.
I'm attracted to Fiddler. I was turned on by his chest hair poking out from the top of his tank top. We went to this cute restaurant which was only a street over from where I live.
Conversation flowed, but not too naturally. There were some awkard pauses and transitions. Fiddler is also a Scorpio, which is fun. I haven't had the best expereinces with other Scorpio men, but they say that you should be most compatible with your own sign.
I'd see Fiddler again. We did kiss as he walked me back to my place. He said I'm a great kisser. I'm definitely physically attracted to him. I enjoyed hanging out. I don't necessarily feel like there's boyfriend potential there, but maybe a FWB.
So one week into NYC and i've already been on 2 dates. I love it here!
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Harlem Nights
I had two incredible hookups with past lovers Scorpio Teacher and Bronx Bae. My other encounters afterwards with randoms weren't as satisfying.
I went out in Harlem on a Thursday. I did see this one guy I know from social media. He's followed me on most platforms, so I went to introduce myself and he actedlike he didn't know who I was. WTF. Nigga please. You've followed me on IG, Facebook, and even freak twitter. I did DM him weeks ago after noticing we were wearing the same top in our profile picture on Facebook. We're both known for having big tits, so not surprising we buy the same low cut shirts to show off our tits from Shein.
I wasn't feeling that fake shit. Acting like you dont' know who I am, and he was alone and I was alone. I wasn't hitting on him. He's allegedly a top, but despite my love of butch queens, I don't want a man that buys the same fem clothes as I do. Plus I'm not into black men with bleached blonde hair, and a black and white beard on top of that. That was some fake LA wannabe shit pretending he didn't know me when we very clearly know of each other.
Oh well. I was over it. There wasn't really anyone cute at the bar, so I got on Sniffies, and found a 25 year old light skinned Mexican to bring back to my hotel.
He wasn't as cute in person. He wasn't that cute in his pic, but it was giving rough trade. He wasn't rough trade at all, and he had this ugly mustache. I hate mustaches. Rarely do they ever turn me on on a guy.
We went back to my hotel, and the sex was awful. It's like his dick was non existent. It was so small I couldnt' feel anything. It was like a vagina was rubbing against me. His dick didn't look super small in his pic, but in person it was like nothing was there.
We mainly just made out and talked. Then hwe went home. I was left covered in hickes, which was annoyng to have to cover up the following days.
I went out in Harlem again my last Saturday night with a friend. I saw this cute bearded older guy. I didn't know he was 53 until we started talking more on the way back to my hotel. My friend called him "Papa Smurf" since he had a white beard and was wearing all blue.
I thought he as a cute daddy, and he didn't look 53. I was into him. Until he took his clothes off. He's allegedly a personal trainer, but his body isn't even impressive or in shape. I like big guys, but I don't like skinny legs with a belly and not big buff arms. I was more into him with his clohtes on. As I sobered up I wasn't feeling it.
Plus he wasn't into getting oral. He did act like he was about to cum as soon as I started sucking. He did reveal he's a tranny chaser, and I was waring makeup that night, so I guess that's how I caught his eye.
I wasn't feeling it, so I avoided fucking, and he isn't into oral only, so we mainly just slept. I told him I had to get ready for work in the moring, so he'd leave. We didnt' exchane any info so no interest in seeing him again.
He was nice, just nothing there.
He also didn't have a big dick. It's so weird. Whenever I'm in California it seems like everyone has a big, thick, girthy, dick. Yet in NYC it's the polar opposite. It seems like most guys are average or below average. Thankfully I'm not a size queen, but it's just a funny dichotomy of big dicks are more common on the West Coast, and smaller ones on the East Coast.
These disappointing encounters further solidified my theory. I'm just not into hooking up with randoms anymore. Maybe I'm tiring of random hookups in general.
I had great times with guys I'd been with before. This was my third time with Scorpio Teacher and Bronx Bae. They're guys I know I'm into, have that spark and passion for, but these new guys just don't do it for me.
I do think I'm ready to be done with apps and hookups, I want to be going on dates. Ideally I'd like to be in a new relationship before the end of the year. We shall see if that actually happens for me this year.
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