January 28, 2006
Man of the week
Now with piernas melenudas!!
January 25, 2006
Man of the week
I joined tribe.net social networking site just in time for them to make their “mature” tribes invisible/invite-only, dammit. It’s still pretty good, even though I had to search for and beg to be invited to the men’s armpits tribes. There are an enormous number of hot men there, including this friendly self-described “alpha male”.
January 22, 2006
Redbook with a beard
Call me old-fashioned but what the FUCK is masculine about a smirking queen in a red terry-cloth bathrobe, holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates? Or re-decorating his “Bear Cave?” Or Chef Mike’s “Chocolate Fantasy?” A Bear’s Life is, very unfortunately, not a joke. This belongs in the supermarket check-out line between Woman’s Day and Soap Opera Digest, which I’m sure would absolutely thrill the publishers.
I have nothing to say about what they refer to as “the rapidly expanding bear waistline phenomenon.” Too easy. But I do applaud them on the honest lack of diversity on the cover. Bears are nothing if not almost completely white.
January 21, 2006
¡Viva piernas melenudas!
January 20, 2006
I saw this cavalcade of PETA-defying Barbies in the window of a fur store on Houston St. in NYC today. (Obviously I’m feeling a lot better.)
January 13, 2006
The Scarlet Letter
That would be the letter F, for fever. I’ve been sick for a couple of weeks. I was so incredibly tired that I couldn’t really accomplish much but not sick enough to go to the doctor. ( Yes, I KNOW!) The other day my entire body turned pink, my skin felt warm and i was having trouble walking so I finally paid my dear physician a visit. It turns out I have scarlet fever of all things. I had no idea people even got it any more. I guess I was misinformed. Anyway, I started antibiotics two days ago and I’m already feeling better most of the time. My feet itch like a motherfucker, though.
January 1, 2006
A guy who lives in Buffalo and Charlotte started talking to me a while ago on Bear411. He was pretty hot despite the fact that he was wearing hockey gear in all of his pictures. (The fetish thing is getting really tiresome.) He was going to be spending the night in a hotel by the airport in a few days and asked me if I wanted to get together. I was still doing threesomes with the boy and knew I’d have a ride so I said yes.
It took him a while but he finally said what he really wanted. The details emerged slowly. The final scenario (that word again) was this: He’d leave his room key somewhere I could find it; He’d be lying face-down on the bed wearing only a jock strap; without giving him a specific time I’d come in with as many men as I could gather, each of us wearing ski masks; one of us would cover his mouth with a leather glove and gag him; we’d each fuck him; finally we'd dump him in the bathtub and cover him with piss and cum; we’d leave without showing our faces. Ok. Why the hell not?
As if this wasn’t complicated enough, the boy kept confusing what was clearly a rape scene with a kidnapping scene. I thought that would actually be better. We could just tie him up and cut off his fingers one by one, then sit around watching TV, playing cards, smoking and drinking while we waited for his family to pay the ransom. Just like in the movies.
to be continued…
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