Living in West Hollywood I’m surrounded by homosexuals. I’ve worked with some, live in the same building as some, and am related to some. I have never had a problem with guys liking other guys. Hell, it meant less competition as far as I was concerned. I was never like " Ew, you like dudes?!" I just didn't care.
I never understood why so many other people did either. To me it never mattered who someone slept with. It wasn't like I was watching them fuck. The people that live above me could be fucking plants and I couldn't care less. So why do others? Fuck whoever you like except kids.
Its not like I grew up in a super tolerant household. It was quite the opposite. But I’m a natural dissenter. I cant just follow the way people behave or think just because they tell me to. I’ve always asked questions and questioned authority.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Butt Booty Ass Naked
“Naturism or nudism is a cultural and political movement practicing, advocating and defending social nudity in private and in public. It may also refer to a lifestyle based on personal, family and/or social nudism.”
Nope. None of you know the pain I go through looking for images for this blog. Google “nudist” and you too shall experience fear. The idea of people walking around in public naked bothers me. Not just because the people that love this kinda thing shouldn’t be doing it. Mostly because I just don’t like looking at most people completely naked. It makes me nervous.
Nope. None of you know the pain I go through looking for images for this blog. Google “nudist” and you too shall experience fear. The idea of people walking around in public naked bothers me. Not just because the people that love this kinda thing shouldn’t be doing it. Mostly because I just don’t like looking at most people completely naked. It makes me nervous.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Enhance Your Talent
“In March 2006, following thousands of consumer complaints to the Better Business Bureau, Federal agents raided Berkeley facilities, gathering material that resulted in a 112-count criminal indictment. The company's founder and CEO, Steve Warshak, and his mother, Harriet Warshak, were found guilty of conspiracy to commit mail fraud, bank fraud, and money laundering, and in September 2008 were sentenced to prison and ordered to forfeit $500 million in assets. The convictions and fines forced the company into bankruptcy, and in December 2008 its assets were sold for $2.75 million to investment company Pristine Bay, which continued operations.”
Bet that wiped the smile off of Bob’s face. This is the guy from those Enzyte commercials that used to promises you a larger penis. Hell. They not only promised you that in those commercials. They made it seem as if you could play sports better, cook more food, and every housewife in the neighborhood would want to nail you because you have a giant penis. I believe them.
Bet that wiped the smile off of Bob’s face. This is the guy from those Enzyte commercials that used to promises you a larger penis. Hell. They not only promised you that in those commercials. They made it seem as if you could play sports better, cook more food, and every housewife in the neighborhood would want to nail you because you have a giant penis. I believe them.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Wrap It Up
Did you know that there’s a condom made by Louis Vuitton that cost $68. That is not a typo. Who in their goddamn mind would pay that much money for a condom? You can only use it once. Unless you’re a cheapskate. Which I totally would be if I paid that much for some boning action. Its cheaper to just pay someone to bang than it is to buy this thing. I would rinse that sumbitch out and use it again. Call me gross but whatever. That’s a lot for a condom. If someone whips this bad boy out they are either showing off or an asshole. Maybe a bit of both. I like condoms. When dudes say “I cant feel anything when I wear one” I cant believe they get away with it. Sex feels too good. Every. Single. Time. It doesn’t ever not feel good. Thank god for condoms.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Here Come The Twinks
Wikipedia says that a "Twink is a gay slang term describing a young or young-looking gay man (18–23 age category) with a slender, ectomorph build, little or no body hair, and no facial hair. In some societies, the term chick or chicken is preferred. The related term twinkle-toes, which implies that a man is effeminate, tends to be used in a derogatory manner. The terms can be complimentary or pejorative…a twink is ‘memorable for his outer packaging‘, not his ‘inner depth’.”
I’ve mentioned before that one of the things I like about gay people is the fact that they have types. I think it makes life so much easier when you can say “This is the only thing I am into and all I shall pursue.” I could totally be a twink if it wasn’t for this body fat and stupid facial hair. Oh and the whole not being into dudes thing. That gets in the way as well. I usually see twinks here in West Hollywood during the spring and summer. They come out of nowhere and travel in packs cruising for some action. Here’s how I see twinks. Picture the most annoying gay kid you knew in school. Okay. Got it? Now picture him being around 19 years old and still acting the same. Loud, obnoxious, and thinking they are all that. Maybe I’m wrong. I doubt it but maybe I am.
I’ve mentioned before that one of the things I like about gay people is the fact that they have types. I think it makes life so much easier when you can say “This is the only thing I am into and all I shall pursue.” I could totally be a twink if it wasn’t for this body fat and stupid facial hair. Oh and the whole not being into dudes thing. That gets in the way as well. I usually see twinks here in West Hollywood during the spring and summer. They come out of nowhere and travel in packs cruising for some action. Here’s how I see twinks. Picture the most annoying gay kid you knew in school. Okay. Got it? Now picture him being around 19 years old and still acting the same. Loud, obnoxious, and thinking they are all that. Maybe I’m wrong. I doubt it but maybe I am.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Porn Tales 10
While talking to The Munkey I was reminded of a time when the porn shop was surrounded by cops. Let me explain how this started. I was at the counter sitting on my ass and wondering what I was doing with my life when the owner shows up and starts dicking around with the security switch. I watched him with the same amount of interest as a dog watching its owner pick up its poop. So he leaves and a minute or so later the phone rings and I answer it with as much gusto as one can at 8am with the smell of poppers behind me.
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