Muy Caliente!

The time I spent in Texas allowed me to discover the wonderful world of spicy food. I even used to avoid anything with black pepper in it because that was too hot for me! Now I smother everything in buffalo wing sauce, tabasco sauce, and any kind of hot sauce I can get my hands on. The problem is that my poor Filipino/Portuguese stomach can't handle all the "muy caliente" that I shove in there. I'll lay in bed at night in sheer agony, sweating and wishing I hadn't eaten so many buffalo wings.

I've heard of people training themselves to become immune to certain poisons by ingesting a small amount over a long period of time. I wonder if that works with spicy food? I will test this theory by grazing on jalapeno pringles every day for a month. Then I can try curry! Scurry for the curry!

In this ever-changing world, the gay boy has to adapt in order to survive. That means being able to eat all kinds of foods and swallow all kinds of phallic shaped objects without gagging. W00T!