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Christmas Morning

 

2008 AIS Christmas Party, Father & Son: Edward W. Chin and "Bradtastic" Brad Chin

2008 AIS Christmas Party, Father & Son: Edward W. Chin and "Bradtastic" Brad Chin

Merry Christmas. Seriously.

I frequently joke about many things… but this, especially this year, with what’s going on all around the world and here at home, the state of the economy and state of the Union… enjoy this time with friends and family. Enjoy the time off. Do something new. Explore.

Whatever it is about this time of year that makes us set-aside differences, come together and be happy, let’s try and hang onto that. Let’s strive for better relationships all of the time—year’roundlife is too short to need a holiday for an excuse to be happy.

Much love and special thanks to my family, friends and supporters. The following are some little messages to important people. It’s my Christmas version of Thanksgiving, sans Turkey and pilgrim stuff.

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A Brad Chin “Quickie”

bradtastic brad chin at new york pizza

I HAVE A LONG, DEEP POST PLANNED, but I realized that I haven’t updated in a while. The birthday-and-post-catastrophe is over, things have been getting better. The weather is much nicer… we had our “first rain” and hopefully there’s more to come. Either way, I appreciate the gray-days—much easier on my eyes.

I’ve updated my Amazon Wish List; I’ve been told in the past that I’m “difficult to shop for,” perhaps that was the case, not-so-much anymore. On the list are items that I really want, but don’t end up buying for myself… at least not for a while. Worthy of special note: Andy (MagicByAndrew) gifted me a Soul Calibur 4 Arcade Stick and recently, the ASUS Eee PC 1000H (a phenomenal machine)… I’m also now a proud Kindle owner thanks to Kristen… (Kristen: The Kindle totally rocks, thank you so much!)

Sometimes I prefer gifts to cash for consulting and the life-coaching work that I do, some people can’t resist saying “I love you” in a special way and others end up at my Wishlist to get gift ideas for others or to take a look at “what’s hot.” There are items ranging from expensive-almost-ridiculous to under-$10. What my associates and I offer others (many, many men) is happiness, fulfillment and perhaps for the first time, successful relationships with others… and I ask, “what’s happiness worth to ya?” [Note: I really like Moleskine Notebooks, (visit the Moleskine Store) I fill'em up quickly. I think everyone should carry one. Also available at B&N, also makes a great gift!]


MY PLAN WAS TO RELEASE MY FIRST BOOK around the premier of VH1’s The Pickup Artist season two, however, as time goes on, I learn more, I add more… I’d like my work to feel “more complete.” The writing hasn’t stopped, however, far from it. During the process of self-discovery and journaling, I started to realize that I have within-me a fiction—my first fiction—I never thought that that would be my type of tale-telling. Without touting my own work too much, from what I can tell, it’s psychologically-thrilling and twisting—it’s an erotica dealing with power-exchange—instead of focusing on the pornographic aspects of love and writing a smut, I’m focussing on the inner-workings of human nature and behavior… with kinks.

I know that it’s not for everyone, but seriously… what is? I hope I can shock some people, open the minds of the closed and assure the closed-in and guarded that it’s okay to be who you are. I’m still fulfilling my original goals of crafting and consolidating a collection of my work called “The Art of Impression.” I’m also slowly releasing some of my new inkwork (Note: it’ll probably appear at my inkblog first, Bradtastic Inkblog aka bradchin.com) and I’m also putting together some new vectors… who knows, maybe I will have that limited addition t-shirt run that I’ve wanted!

Lastly, happy voting tomorrow. My perspectives on politics and society have been  called abhorrent in the Bay Area, particularly SF… my friends, family and associates understand, however. It’s okay to want different things, and it’s definitely okay to voice those opinions. Whatever happens this election/voting period, I’m sure that my life will still rock and I hope that yours does, too. We can either blame each other, society and the rest of the world for our problems, or we can say “the buck stops here,” and make life better.

Seriously… what’s happiness worth to ya?!

Until next time…

Explanation of inevitable pain, thwart destruction

I sometimes do ugly stuff when I’m feeling sick, and I’m past my limits to tolerate the pain I’m always stuck with… I feel bad about it, but when I can’t sleep, can’t eat and can barely move

life then, just doesn’t feel worth living.

DURING THE BETTER TIMES I’ve experienced some of life’s great pleasures and wonderful experiences. I’ve met some of the most interesting people, some beautiful women with wonderful personalities and gorgeous character. During these times, I’m still in pain but I feel great; I’m in my element and it shows.

I love having people come up to talk to me, a group of women during “girl’s night out,” ignoring the groups of men and the pairs of guys (trying to pretend they’re too cool and not interested.)

The guys gawk and can’t understand how this tall, thin and possibly frail, injured, flawed, long-haired, dark-sunglass wearing Asian is getting all of this attention.

I hear “is he famous?” “I think he’s a model,” “I’ve seen him before, he was with that blonde, remember her?” It’s all in the distance… they’re too-timid to move into my territory. I’m clearly under the social-spotlight, and I enjoy the adoration. I don’t own the club, bar or venue… I do however, during these moments, dominate the ground I stand on and wouldn’t want it any other way.

I want to share these joyous memories

I want to document them; without actually seeing it happen, many can’t understand, appreciate or even believe that these stories are true. During these good times, I’m not looking for sex. I’m not looking for love… I’m finding company, personal connections. I’m entertaining and being entertained, it’s as if my soul is taken care-of by these events. The flattery is a welcome ego-boost; arrogant as I am, I know my flaws and I know my weakness…

I know that at almost any-moment, without warning, I can be stripped of it all and I’ll be sent spiraling-downward,

forced to deal with tremendous pain and the agony of defeat brought-on by my condition—no outside force is ever so irrevocably damaging as the side-effects of narcotics and the withdrawal symptoms from not taking them as the mere-shell of the deeper damage, trauma, mixture of physical and emotional pain…

…slowly seething, swirling in a brew, the eventuality always similar or same: I’m going to hurt. It’s really going to hurt.

I’m lucky to have a few great people, willing to sacrifice so much time and energy to help me feel a bit better. It must be difficult to put-out so much with prior-knowledge that no amount of effort will ever FULLY alleviate my suffering. It can be a disappointment to try so-hard and never fully succeed or accomplish one’s goal… this I know.

This, to the great ones who’ve helped me, and continue to help me through: I love you, so very much. Thank you.