Archive for the ‘Sexuality’ Category

I have not been blogging (or doing much of anything else) as I have been suffering from a bout of toothaches and headaches lately. I think I may have an impacted tooth, which means a visit to Dr. Drill n Fill is in my future soon. Those are always fun. Not.

I just finished up an interview on Sirius/XM for The Jay Thomas Show, which was kind of a crazy, but fun show. We talked about the plate case and they had callers suggest plates I could get and we also kinda had a “Ask the Gay Guy” segment. They had a caller come and ask me if I had ever gotten poo on my wong, which was kinda disgusting. Thats why you always check your boys before you do them, folks. Always, always inspect that ass. Hey, this advice goes for you straight boys, too. Always look before you insert your roll of quarters in the vending machine.

Its St. Pattys Day, so tonight I’ll be going to End Up in Tulsa to hand out with my boy (hes dancing tonight, gotta support the home team) and I bought a new green shirt just for the occasion. The fun starts at 8 PM, hope you to see some of you there. I know Chris and Gary will be there.

So in other news, The Oklahoma Supreme Court has admonished the legislature yet again for seeking to enact and enforce unconstitutional legislation. You’d think they would have gotten the hint after the first dozen times. I also finally got tired of answering e-mails from folks asking about the plate case, so I posted an update to the site for the plate case. I wasted about twenty minutes of my life and read the drivel on The Advocate about the train wreck that is Johnny Weir. I think he is really is a brat. A cute one, though.


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It has come to my attention that some people do not believe that I am a homosexual. I’m not sure when this went up for grabs and I thought that everyone was on the same page regarding my gayness. It would appear that I was mistaken. I would like everyone to know that I am a gay homosexual and this faggot loves to suck dick. To help any of the doubters among you resolve your doubts, I will be releasing some pictures very soon that will convincingly make my case.

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One thing that is really ripe for activists to target is the FDA’s ban on blood products from men who have had sex with other men since 1977. For those unaware, when you donate blood or blood products, you are asked a series of screening questions. One  of them is if you have had sex with another male since 1977. If you answer yes, your information will be added to a nationwide registry of people banned from ever giving blood or blood products. The supposed reason for this is because us fags are supposedly at increased risk for HIV infection.

I’m so sick of hearing about this, I’m considering taking legal action to bring about an end to the practice. I think from a legal standpoint, a case could be pursued against the FDA using a variety of tactics. I wont discuss my strategy ideas just yet, as my attorneys and I still reviewing them. But this is part of a greater cause. The FDA is one of the only government agencies that is actively discriminating against gays openly, proudly and without apology. They are doing this by libeling homosexuals as group and saying that we are more likely to carry a disease than another group of people when there is no truth at all in the statement. Of course, this is having the effect of reinforcing homophobic public opinion.

Those who know me and read this might find this funny, since most are aware that I am currently engaged in a subversive campaign of donating anyway by lying about my sexual orientation at the screening booth each time I go in. Well, I am considering telling the truth one of these times when I go through the screening booth and letting them go ahead and ban me. Then the fun will begin – and y’all thought my gay license plate lawsuit was the only ace I had up my sleeve? Oh please. I’m just getting started.

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Most people who know me know I have a special place in my heart for Showtime’s Queer as Folk. It was a show that changed lives, my life for one. When I was a wee little boy in an Indiana home, I knew I was different. I didn’t understand it all, I just knew I didn’t like the icky girls like everyone else and not just because they were icky, either. Most kids have that phase, but I never outgrew it. I never was attracted to girls. While most boys have the “Eww, girls are icky!” phase, they usually don’t have a “Mmm, that guy is hot!” phase. So I always knew I was different, but I didn’t really understand it or what it meant.

My parents didn’t have cable, they were too cheap to subscribe to it. Grandma did though. Trips to Grandma’s house were to be looked forward to for that reason. Grandma has free cable – and not because she sent her grandson to the top of the pole to tap the line. When they were cabling the Midwest, the cable company needed to put a pole in Grandma’s yard. There is no easement where she is, so they had to get her permission. She refused to give it. They finally offered her free cable for life  and she consented to it. The deal allows her to have two movie channels, too. One of the networks she choose was Showtime.

So one fine evening, while getting ready to go to sleep I was channel surfing and found Queer as Folk on Showtime. Of course, like most, I watched for the sex but stayed because it was a fun show. Of course, it was the first time that I had ever encountered gay people in any format. For all I knew, I was a freak, a victim of some government experiment gone awry that had escaped the lab. QAF helped open the door for me to eventually come out and be a proud homosexual, proud of who I am, proud of what I am and proud of what I do.

So QAF has a special place in my heart. I have listened to all sorts of opinions on the show which range from breathtaking and revolutionary to accusations that it glorifies everything wrong with gay culture. For me, it will always be appreciated for the superior acting that it was and the celebration of gay life – as the actors say – warts and all. So today I have been watching the special DVD-feature for season five that ran before the last episode. Its the actors talking about what the series meant to them and how it affected them.

Take a watch: Part I, Part II, Part III and Part IV.

So today I read a few QAF shooting scripts. Yes, I have them all in PDF – for every episode – saved to a thumb drive. Since I have lots of free time today, I decided to do absolutely nothing important. I’m going to share with you some of my favorite lines of dialogue I have run across in some of the scripts.

Brian Kinney: I don’t believe in love; I believe in fucking. It’s honest, it’s efficient. You get in and out with the maximum of pleasure and minimum of bullshit. Love is something straight people tell themselves they’re in so they can get laid, and then they end up hurting each other because it was all based on lies to begin with.

Debbie: Now, you’d better get out of here before me and my fag friends beat the living shit out of you!

Ben: Michael, we can’t tell him not to use drugs if we do it ourselves!
Michael: Of course we can! That’s what being a parent is all about!

Justin: I should have told you about him.
Brian Kinney: And taken all the fun out of it? So how big’s his dick?
Justin: That has nothing to do with it.
Brian Kinney: Since when? You love cock, you love it down your throat, you love it up your ass, you love riding it, and after you cum, you love to fall asleep when it’s still inside of you.

Brian Kinney: The first time you came here, you didn’t know anything about me. I could have done anything to you.
Justin: I was pretty sure you were gonna fuck me.

Michael: Well, if it isn’t Little Mary Sunshine.
Emmett: Little Mary Sunshine died. I’m Little Mary Go Fuck Yourself.

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This is one of those posts that’s likely to make some folks unhappy. But its really the way I feel and now that I have a separate profile for work, I can be myself here and tell you what I really think. It has been a while since I have posted anything on this blog of mine, I think its time I get back into creative writing. I feel better after I have shot a load of juicy rambling onto the Internet for you all to lick up.

So hey, why not tell you something about me that you may not already know. This post will be a window into my deep, dark soul.  If you read my profile, you know I am a fag, I like to fuck other guys and I have my political views. You might know I am a flaming homo, but you might not know much more than that. For instance, you might now know what kind of guys I like or which way I like to take it. This note should clear up any of those questions for you. And if this is a case of TMIO (Too Much Information Overload) simply turn the channel. No one makes you read my Facebook blog, but you read it anyway because its so horrifyingly interesting you can’t turn away. You choose to read, absorb and learn about me. Almost obsessively for some of you. So no complaining that you saw something you didn’t want to see, OK? Alright then, lets begin.

Simply put, I like Twinks. But I don’t stop there, I am a very discriminating consumer of pornography. I like a special brand of twink: the effeminate twink with the beautiful little ass, the high voice, the flexible body and the little fohawk that’s real pointy at the center of the head, usually the result of lots of hair glue and that young, sad little face that tells me your life story in the blink of an eye. Your usually popular, way out of my league and cute as all hell. Ignorant people might say you are a boy trying to be a girl, but I say you are a sweet young thing who knows exactly what he wants but never ends up getting it. I love you because you are so capable of sweetness on a level that your average homo just doesn’t get. There are not the words to describe it.

I say this because you always wind up in an abusive relationship, being some asshole’s bitch who neither loves you nor deserves you. Maybe you are submissive and like that role. But I think you are just settling for what you seem to attract. Since its all you attract, you settle for it and close your mind to other possibilities. For me, a twinkie is something to be loved and cherished. Held as thought it were made of glass and easily broken. Praised early and often, told how beautiful and smart it is. When you come home from work, I can’t resist rubbing you down and working the tension out of you. You live a pampered life under me, someone who takes care of your every need because he loves you.

Some of my friends in the leather community don’t understand my fascination or approach with the twinkies. They tend (in my experience) to see twinkies as something to be broken, bent and made to submit. I disagree, twinkies are my equal, if not my superior. If anything, I should exist to serve them, not the other way around. My leather friends tell me that some twinkies love this abuse and I don’t doubt it. But as I recently proposed to a friend of mine after she posted some provocative photos about their culture online who dabbles in the role playing, leather and/or BDSM communities (they are all one to me, but try telling them this and you’ll get yourself castrated), I could work with these communities. They could break the twinkies and I could fix them. A team effort, if you will.

People who know me and know who I crush over know which ones I have crushed hardest for. They all fit a particular mold. I never have found a twinkie who meets my criteria thats willing to put up with me. Maybe one day I will. Until then, I will enjoy the anonymous and risky sex and the circuit culture as I keep taking twinkies for a test drive. If I go through enough of them, maybe I will find one that meets my needs. What do you think about twinkies? Love them, hate them, envy them? Does this post make sense? Have I just put a big piece of evidence online that could be used to commit me to an asylum? Do you all think I am a closet member of NAMBLA now?

If there is some adorable little barely legal effeminate twink reading this who knows that his role in life is with someone who loves him, adores him and lives through him, then please, introduce yourself. It can be between us and no one has to know. Break the ice. I have been waiting to meet you all my life.

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