•October 28, 2014 • 2 Comments








What’s Happening Magazine – February 2014. Valentine’s Day Issue

•January 29, 2014 • Leave a Comment

My new column is out and ready for you to read. Check it out here!

Daniel is Talking About


“The Butterfly Effect” for What’s Happening Magazine – December 2013 issue

•December 5, 2013 • Leave a Comment


What’s Happening Magazine – Oct. 2013

•October 1, 2013 • Leave a Comment


“My coming-out story”

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My Top 4 Compulsive Golden Rules to Living

•July 11, 2013 • 1 Comment

In an attempt to get back to my blogging, in no particular order, I’ve compiled a list of my Top 4 Compulsive Golden Rules to Living (Single).

1 – Wash your dishes daily. You don’t want uninvited pests coming around. Needless to say, the sight is unbearable.
2 – Keep perishables (vegetables left in sink, fat you cut off meat, even those meat-juice soaked styrofoam trays from grocery-store, etc) in the freezer until next trip to dumpster. In this Florida climate, it’ll eliminate odors and tiny little pests from flying around your kitchen garbage can. If you’re fortunate enough to have a garbage disposal, skip to rule #3.
3 – Make your bed daily. Even if its 7 p.m. and you just got home from work. There’s something about laying in an unmade bed that is unsettling.
4 – Always moisturize and use sunscreen. I don’t know why, just take my word for it. You’ll thank me later.

My Wonder Year

•January 16, 2013 • 1 Comment

“Dreams are how we figure out where we want to go and life is how we get there. Dreams are found in the weirdest things.” I can’t recall where I read that, but it stuck.

The year was 2008 and nervous breakdowns were the thing to have. Everyone who was anyone was succumbing. A hypochondriac by nature and not wanting to be left out, I started feeling exhaustion due to being pulled left and right from work, family, dating and a social life.
I was single in L.A. and tired of meeting the same boys who were always in search for the next best thing. I was so over the scene. The town got too small for me… hell, the entire state got too small. On the weekends, I would drive up and down California from San Francisco to San Diego for dancing gigs and the free time I had, I used to complete a VERRRRY low budget movie. It was putting a toll on me. I was saying yes to everyone, spreading myself thin and I had had enough. I had always maintained a full-time job but these side-projects helped me obtain a feeling of accomplishment. Busy and productive equaled validity. However, none of ithese projects I did for the money and as I approached my late 20’s and saw I had nothing to show for. It was then I realized it was not difficult to put everything on the back-burner and try a more quiet lifestyle. Feeling too old to continue chasing after distant dreams, I followed my gut feeling which was demanding me to quit complaining and make a change. The result? I packed up my bags and headed to the sunny Miami Beach, Florida.

Within two months of settling in South beach, I was fortunate to find a partner I was able to click with. Time would tell, however, that it would be difficult to build friendships due to South Beach’s transient nature. The relationship was just wonderful. We’d spend every 4th of July in Michigan and throw themed Halloween costume parties. We’d set up elaborate Christmas card photo-shoots and make videos of our favorite carols and send it into the Youtube stratosphere. We were cheese-balls and considered each other our soulmate. Beach-life was nice. Florida was nice. Then, for reasons one cannot explain, we broke up after 3 years. We are still friends to this day.

After that amicable breakup, 2012 happened. Early, last year, I felt betrayed when after dedicating 3 years of sweat and blood for a company that I considered second to family, they were quick to let me go once my division was shutdown and they realized a position wasn’t available for me. I had been prepared but it all still came as a shock that they couldn’t find me a position or make one up considering I was their most loyal, go-to, jack-of-all-trades guy. It felt like they had stuck their fists in my stomach, twisted the insides and proceeded to pull out whatever they could get their hands on. It was only March but already my second breakup. It was then, I realized it’s an each-man-for-himself kind of world out there. To make it worse, I got a DUI, my first apartment, and three job changes, not including a failed stint in real estate. My plans of furnishing my new apartment, traveling, and possibly looking into getting a new car had instead been substituted by court fees, traffic fines and the obligatory therapy sessions. I was so happy when 2013 arrived that I spent New Years alone in my apartment just so it can all settle in.

Fast forward to today and I have inexplicable joy as I find myself packing again with the intentions of doing something I have always wanted to do, but thought I wasn’t cut-out for, a full-on Las Vegas show! As a child, I had no choice but to drop out of tap-dance classes due to humiliation when, to my Mother’s surprise, my school didn’t offer boy’s tap shoes. I also jremember begging her to invest hundreds of dollars in photo-shoots for a casting company which, now looking back, was probably a scam. However, I never gave-up on my dreams of being an extra on the Wonder Years which was occasionally filming at my elementary school. The show was eventually cancelled and I never made my cameo. So close yet so far.

For the past couple years I’ve been threatening to move back to California; or anywhere in that time zone. As it turned out I was missing the proximity of the beach, mountains and desert; all within a drive’s distance. I missed my people and I took granted the relationships I built with friends and the bond I had with my family. I had no intentions, however, of moving back without a job in hand. I’ve been waiting and waiting for the right one to come around. They say patience is a virtue but I was getting tired of the wait. I prayed for signs that would lead me in the right direction which will hopefully take me back west. So you could imagine my response when I got a call from a renowned choreographer to be 1/7 of a Las Vegas male revue show. The FIRST gay male revue show for that matter. Yes, it’s not quite California and no, I am not a professional dancer, and perhaps it sounds a bit crazy, but after having survived 2012, I said, “fuck it”. I had had my version of what I wanted 2012 to be but instead, the events that had unfolded were beyond my control. This new year I would dedicate to taking risks and embracing change. Taking life by the horns, as they say. I am NOT the most flexible person in the world but I’m spending more time at the gym working on my flexibility and I have somewhat of stage fright. Despite that, I am no stranger to a stage nor the spotlight. I shall face my fears because an opportunity like this comes only once in a lifetime.

Recently, I found inspiration in form of a book about an 80 year old man who escaped from a nursing home and spent whatever time he had left traveling with a circus. There’s a lot more to that story (like when he was younger he had been a vet for a circus), and yes, it was nonfiction, but if you don’t read for the inspiration, whats the point? Yet, here I am, not nearly close to my 80’s and I feel the need to run off and join my own circus. As of now, the most exciting thing I had looking forward to in 2013 was my job moving to a new location. Now, I have the dry Vegas heat, the strip’s neon lights and a dream in plain view.

Adieu, Thorn In My Side

•June 23, 2012 • 5 Comments

Dear DUI,

I’ve had plenty of alone time lately, which in turn, has gotten me thinking a lot about our relationship.  It’s been 6 months now and all you’ve brought me is heartache, trouble and sleepless nights.  Please don’t take this the wrong way, and I hope you understand where I’m coming from, but I think it’s time we go our separate ways.

Don’t get me wrong, you have taught me a lot about myself since the first time we met that January night.  You’ve made me realize I am not bullet-proof, nor an invincible super-hero, but a mere human being capable of making mistakes.  You’ve made me realize things can be perfect one day and Hell-on-earth the following.  You’ve also helped me realize who of my friends were really there for me in my time of need.  Ironically, with all that said, you’ve made me a stronger person, so at least I have that to thank you for.

On the other hand, I’ve also realized you’re not so perfect yourself.  When, in the past, I’d hear somebody mention they’d met you, or somebody that they knew that was cousin of somebody you knew, I considered myself fortunate to not have had that “privilege”.  Now, however, I can say with sure certainty that you are nothing but a cold, money-hungry, conniving, Son-of-a-bitch.

Did you know that thanks to you and the thousands of dollars you’ve taken from me right before my eyes, I’ve had to cancel all my planned vacations?  Did you also know that I haven’t had the luxury of even stopping into the new H&M just 2 blocks from my apartment because every cent I make goes to you?  That I’ve also had to limit my dinners with friends at restaurants?

Have I also told you that I am now terrified of the police and I despise them just as much?  That I catch myself grinding my teeth in the middle of the night due to the stress you’ve caused?  How about that the most humiliating thing (aside from jail time) was telling my Mother about you?  Did you know that?  Did you?

To put it nicely, I’ve learned enough to know that I hate your guts and I never want to see your face for as long as I live.  So I bid you farewell.  On your way now.  Go on!  We are officially over!



PS:  Oh, and please don’t harass my family, friends and loved ones.  Nobody deserves to be taken out to a cold, smelly cell on a first date.