What about Hui?

It took me a while to realize that I am not a minimalist fan. When I first purchased my own place, I seriously imagined that the plain simple Scandinavian modern ethic would suit me so I shopped around with that in mind. After all if IKEA suited thousands of other gay men, why not me? After a few weeks of haunting design showrooms, I realized that the clean-cut lines, the white, blond wood and the light pastels didn't suit me at all. If there's a way to describe my style, it has to be the exotic romantic - a touch of the Paris Apartment chic, the Shanghai Bordello glamour and the sweet spice of the Indian harem. I like bold, saturated colours, sheer silk and organza, chandeliers and Turkish lamps, gleaming gold and copper.

Nothing plain for me, that's for sure. Sheer, unadulterated decadence which is certainly a hallmark of a Scorpio male. No matter where I live, I tend to leave my mark... feathering my nest if you will. Perhaps a wall tapestry here, new draperies here, a carpet here, a Turkish lamp at the side.

Obviously not everyone shares my opinion on interior decorating.


Someone needs my advice sorely!
Not everyone's invited to this eligible bachelor's swinging pad but I finally had the opportunity to visit Handsome Hui in his cave - and I finally understand why he doesn't exactly throw wild, uninhibited parties over at his humble abode. Not only is it humble, it's certainly a cave.

Living in squalor was the best I could come up with as I shook my head in sheer disbelief. Apart from his somewhat well-maintained but spartan bedroom ( I say that kindly ), the rest of his home seems to have been left to ill disrepair - if not disrepute. Not only did the front porch look as if it'd been firebombed during the Iraqi invasion and the lawn flash-fried by the following inferno, there was an odd rusted swing set that looked almost ominous rattling with the chilly breeze. Thick cobwebs lined the edges of his living room ala Shelob's cave, crater-deep pockmarks dotted the walls and there was a prickly eerie sense that I'd literally entered a stereotypical long abandoned haunted house.

Confronted him on his sad housekeeping skills and urged him to seek an interior decorator - if not an exorcism - as soon as possible. Told him that his house certainly wasn't fit for human habitation ( since it was obviously a danger to everyone's mental and physical health ) and should be immediately fumigated. The sole tenant himself should be stripped to the skin, thrown into a steaming shower and scrubbed hard ( okay, I didn't say that but I certainly thought about it - it's five seconds after all and I had to think of naked men )

Justly reprimanded, Hui grinned as is his wont and I decided to spare him my petty judgements for a little while at least. What can I say? Cute boys in shorts always win me over.