Too Scared To Be Alone

Sunday Secrets

Oh Bernardo Mio

Your eyes. Pools of dark candies melting in white sheets.
I don't mind the stain of your knowing.

Loving Male Models

Locker Room Remix

There ought to be a rule against this. So wrong. So, so wrong.

Enjoy!

Fuck, It's Just Another Four-Letter Word

It's filthy, I know. But here it is.

Will Grant

We adore you, Will Grant.






We worship you, Will Grant.

rippedlads

 We love you, Will Grant.

Jonathan Agassi

boyculture

If he gives you that look.
If he opens his legs like that.
You know.
He knows.
Give in.
There's no escape.
Well?

Still Single But

Choose your own self-adventure. Are you still single but:

(a) happy. 

(b) happy and just happy to be me, by my side

(b) ready to mingle, always

(c) lonely and looking

(d) lonely but sometimes not

(e) confused about what state I want to be in

(f) no ifs, no buts, just single, thank you.

(g) who knows? I'm hopeful.

(h) supply your own permutation

(i) all of the above

(j) any one of the above

(k) any two of the above

(l) none of the above

(m) I don't know

(n) I don't care

iwastesomuchtime

 But here's another perspective worth reading and smiling about.

"If frantic reports filled news networks today stating that a giant meteor was approaching rapidly and we have a week — tops — to live who would be the first people to cross your mind? It’s safe to say that family and close friends would rank high on many lists, but what about romantic companions? If ever there were an unfortunate time to be single, this scenario is it. So often, single folks grumble over their loneliness and are told to relax because, “It’s not the end of the world.” Well now it is, and most people aren’t keen on the idea of dying without arms to rest in, or a hand to hold.

nlcblog

Sometimes it’s hard to appreciate the routine days that we criticize for their monotonous feel. The humdrum stretches of life that consist of us waking up, handling responsibilities, going to sleep and repeating make us forget how lucky we are. The fact that this unpredictable world has managed to preserve life for another day is worthy of some credit. And while everything is fine right now, in the back of our minds we’re well aware that it could change in an instant." (Thought Catalog)

Why we love Chris Kluwe

Behold: A smart jock and cute one too. And, man, can he write! His blitz cuts with hairline precision. 

Deft sleight of hands and thoughts.

I finally found someone I want to trade intimate fromunda thoughts with. I'm lustful of your muscular brains, you hot jock you. C'mere boy.

You're one hot dude, Chris Kluwe. You can line my back, anytime, anywhere. I'm ready!

My Entertainment World

And here's why:

"Dear Emmett C. Burns Jr.,

I find it inconceivable that you are an elected official of Maryland's state government. Your vitriolic hatred and bigotry make me ashamed and disgusted to think that you are in any way responsible for shaping policy at any level. The views you espouse neglect to consider several fundamental key points, which I will outline in great detail (you may want to hire an intern to help you with the longer words):

1. As I suspect you have not read the Constitution, I would like to remind you that the very first, the VERY FIRST Amendment in this founding document deals with the freedom of speech, particularly the abridgment of said freedom. By using your position as an elected official (when referring to your constituents so as to implicitly threaten the Ravens organization) to state that the Ravens should "inhibit such expressions from your employees," more specifically Brendon Ayanbadejo, not only are you clearly violating the First Amendment, you also come across as a narcissistic fromunda stain. What on earth would possess you to be so mind-boggingly stupid? It baffles me that a man such as yourself, a man who relies on that same First Amendment to pursue your own religious studies without fear of persecution from the state, could somehow justify stifling another person's right to speech. To call that hypocritical would be to do a disservice to the word. Mindfucking obscenely hypocritical starts to approach it a little bit." (Deadspin)

White Weekend

I miss you, damn it!
Why'd you have to take
The weekend flight.
Come back soon, babe.
I'll only have white walls
And noises for company.
And your day-old white shirt
Hinting of your smell and faint cologne.

Gay Geek

Freddie & the Angries

Here's an homage to a legend by Ipad's resident anti-porcine avians.


 

Fifty Shades & A Whip

Porn lit. Erotic chick lit. Soft porn on paperback. Call it what you will. At least they're reading and getting some epinephrine high.

Here's a taste of the bestselling novel "Fifty Shades of Gray." Don't bite your tongue, yet!

“Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in his viselike grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his lips … His other hand grabs my hair and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine … My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance … His erection is against my belly. (Page 78)" (Daily Beast)

 

Ink Made Flesh

I am still a fan of this artist. And his art, of course.

Ink Flesh

There is an economy of lines in his illustrations. Ergo, we see mostly black or shades of dark lines on white background. Yet, despite these very spare sketches, he draws without sacrificing the vital details. He knows that there is an essential minimum that cannot be left out. He, thus, populates his spaces with enough visual elements but not beyond what is that elusive, undefined essential. Essentials such as the folds of skin expressed in lighter, thinner lines; the wires of the bushes that hint of the barest shadows and the sure, thick strokes of the outlines of his mostly male subjects.

Ink Flesh

Ink Flesh

The effect is I almost always relish these morsels of details that have been, thankfully, projected from the artist's mind into his canvasses. The rest, often the colors, patterns and other excesses of reality have been kept hidden. Perhaps, I am required to supply these details like a kid to a coloring book?

Ink Flesh

Garage Band

The rhythm is driving, the mix is almost seamless, the vibe is electric.

Kids, these days, are getting better at multimedia. The music they make in their garage are pure alchemy.

How did Jessica Jarrell, James Alan and their band mates become so dexterous with these media!

 

It's only a matter of time and a leap of imagination before the mashups develop into No. 1 hits.

 I wish I were born in their age. So much possibilities.

Why Are There Gay Men

Get Religion

While female sexuality appears to be more fluid, research suggests that male gayness is an inborn, unalterable, strongly genetically influenced trait. But considering that the trait discourages the type of sex that leads to procreation — that is, sex with women — and would therefore seem to thwart its own chances of being genetically passed on to the next generation, why are there gay men at all?

Put differently, why haven't gay man genes driven themselves extinct?

This longstanding question is finally being answered by new and ongoing research. For several years, studies led by Andrea Camperio Ciani at the University of Padova in Italy and others have found that mothers and maternal aunts of gay men tend to have significantly more offspring than the maternal relatives of straight men. The results show strong support for the "balancing selection hypothesis," which is fast becoming the accepted theory of the genetic basis of male homosexuality. The theory holds that the same genetic factors that induce gayness in males also promote fecundity (high reproductive success) in those males' female maternal relatives. Through this trade-off, the maternal relatives' "gay man genes," though they aren't expressed as such, tend to get passed to future generations in spite of their tendency to make their male inheritors gay.

from Life's Little Mysteries

Police Raids: Your pink rights and protection

Do you frequent bath houses, bars, strip clubs, spas, massage parlors and other red light entertainment? This is for you! Yes, you.

This is something worth knowing. It could save your life, liberty and pink rights from abuse. 

It's best to be armed with this info when your wits are still reeling from police harassment, ridicule and distress.

Read. Copy the hotlines. And please spread the information.

Still on Chad White

Still fixating on this cute American white guy.

Hit the road, Jack.

Move on, dammit.


 

McPixar

Midnight cravings;

Stomach churning,

Thank god for McDo delivery.

A sundae, one large fries and one Big and Tasty later,

I'm sleepy.

But here's something that's the best night cap of all:


 

Flashing Chad White's

Chad White is GOD.

From Google Images,
just key in God's name: Chad White.

He's beautiful.

Google Images

Drop dead, beautiful!

Bob Out

Bob Out

Tom Cruise's little brother has grown and filled up. Nice hard curves.

He's got a killer smile to fall in love with. Hooo! Hot.

And struts a body you just but have to worship. His temple demands it.

Kneel and worship!

Or burn in lust for the ripples and cords of flesh. 

He reminds me of Tom Cruise in Top Gun with that million-watt smile =). It's like being shot right through the pupils with a flash.

See the resemblance. I miss our days of thunder, Tom.
You were Thor and how you exploded when you flashed that smile.

EW

Here's Chad in red flavor.

>>>-------------NSFW------------->

A Day in the Life

Nice pix. Nothing much. Just because. Chilling. Sunday!

The Shady Beau

The Song and Its Muse

Freddie Stroma is now a blip in the radar. I don't quite remember him in the Harry Potter series. But I just came across him in Cinderella Story: Once Upon a Song.

It's a lightweight movie, almost cotton candy. But this song caught my ears and my inspiration. It's easy and quite catchy. Exactly how a tween pop bubblegum should be heard.

Maybe it's time to stop waiting, move on, follow suit and write a new one.




And that's him too, below. Oh la la.




It's a wonder how skin can make everything else look naked and bare. Just saying.

Monday Movie Break

"Soundless Wind Chime" centers around a new immigrant to Hong Kong from China, Ricky (Lu Yu Lai), who works as a delivery boy while living with his prostitute aunt (Wella Zhang). He is pickpocketed by aSwiss thief, Pascal (Bernhard Bulling) who is in an abusive relationship with his con artist boyfriend (Hannes Lindenblatt). 


Deciding to leave him, Pascal has a chance encounter with Ricky and the two begin a romantic relationship. The couple struggles through good times and bad, forcing them to determine if their relationship is based on love or dependence on one another. 


Several years later, Ricky searches Switzerland for signs of Pascal, eventually encountering Ueli (also played by Bulling), a timid antique store owner who looks the same as Pascal, but who has a vastly different personality. As Ricky and Ueli's relationship deepens, the truth of Pascal and Ricky's relationship is unraveled as the film progresses through glimpses of the present and the past."

Gay + Radar = Gaydar

And so, finally, the urban myth is true. The science article says 60% accuracy rate. That spider-sense among the likes and un-likes must be an evolutionary upgrade in our psychological arsenals. Can anyone tell me the name of that mutant who can sense other mutants? 

Sodahead

Let's begin with working definitions. We don't have to agree with this on all points or even on many angles, but we have to start somewhere, right?


"Gaydar (a portmanteau of gay and radar) is a colloquialism referring to the intuitive ability of a person to assess others' sexual orientations as gay, bisexual, or straight. Gaydar relies almost exclusively on non-verbal clues and LGBT stereotypes. These include (but are not limited to) the sensitivity to social behaviors and mannerisms; for instance, acknowledging flamboyant body language, the tone of voice used by a person when speaking, overtly rejecting traditional gender roles, a person's occupation and grooming habits." (Wikipedia)

A Letter to an Old Soul

Ok, I wrote a similar note a few blogs back: A Letter to a Young Soul.

Profile Brand

Here's another one, still about the dirty word we all love to hate. The FORCE we try to fight, avoid and dismiss as too overrated, overused, abused, weaponized with high grade plutonium that will scare Israel into World War 3: love, luv, lurv, my dripping, sappy heart. Ick.

Listal.com

But beyond all the poetry of that magical fantasy that everyone hopes for: To love and be loved in return---cue Moulin Rouge theme---I have not really met anybody who is immune to this kind of sea sickness, me included.

eCupid & Condoms

When you download, read the fine print.

And for godssake, have a current antivirus ready.

Play it safe with condom. Play it safe with AVG, Kaspersky, Norton and the gang of other flavors.

 

American Idolatry

Jessica Sanchez is, hands down, the better singer. And at 16! You'd wonder what she can/will do five years from now. By then, her voice will have more fully aged, settled and been trained relentlessly in the cutthroat art of professional singing. Heck, she can already out-sing Jennifer Lopez!

But it's really all about the TOTAL package, I think.

It's about the looks, the performance, the polished packaging, the x-factor, the novelty (or the USP, unique selling proposition), the racial, sexual and gender appeal that can cut across a wider demographic and the images that one shows in the collective minds of America. 

And, ladies and gentlemen, it has almost always been the WGWG. Or that white guy with guitar.

It's Phillip Phillips.

Striptease

Please don't. Just don't.

Don't look at me like that.

This is just commerce, a simple transaction.

I give; you do, no more, no less.

Isn't this what we both need?

I get your show, your slow dance. You get what you need, the wads and bills.

Please.

Let's just go on. It doesn't have to be complicated....


 

Amusements: Star Date Log 15-5-2012

Is it easier now? There are a lot more of the anonymous worlds where Narnians and other creatures of the wardrobe can purr and play?

Yes, sometimes we wonder when we wake up if the happy surprise will finally arrive. Will he finally send that stray text or email that will lead to something wonderful. We wish, not too much, but just with a whiff to send us off our day.

We Heart It

We note, wryly and sometimes with a hint of dread, how wicked hope pumps us with anticipation.....

We've had enough false starts to know better and many bated breaths to invest too much..... Enough already. Days that buoy up like helium sheathed in primary colored latex. Days that turn up and then just as easily turn leaden with pins and needles.

Tuesday Night Dinners: Cheese!

Here's one cheesy bit of oldie. Nice though, such a comfort food for the soul.

 
Rupert Holmes - Nearsighted

Good Endings (2)

I'm no American lover. But it is undisputed: The United States is at the head of its game--- power, economy, technology, culture, music, art and trend.

It is opening doors again---maybe for good or ill. It is not the first country to recognize same sex unions. But it the first country---that matters---which has taken on this potentially divisive issue. The Bill of Rights, women's liberation, racial equality and now, and hopefully, a magna carta for the marginalized lovers.

Please, please engage your constituents. Stir the debates and consciousnesses. Please vote to break the oppressive rules, to cross and to erase exclusionary boundaries and to tear down the Berlin Walls that hem us all in the dark ages.

Feral

What was I thinking.

I knew it was risky.

I knew it would provoke something.

I wasn't thinking.

I was just lurking, I couldn't help it.

I was stalking him in the shadows of the car.

I was addicted on the sight of him.

Then he saw me.

Oh, Bernardo

Your rims are solid, sure and hot. Can I take a bite now?

Guys Next Door

Winter Warmth

Winter is coming.

Bring in the body heat, dammit!

   

William Levy, Again

We now know about this Latino rascal. Rawr!

Happy Green News

Here's one happy news about the environment. I hope they work on our estero soon, it can stink to high heavens sometimes. 

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"Like the vital arteries in the body’s cardiovascular system, the esteros or estuaries of old Manila enabled the city to breathe, carrying the clean waters of the Pasig River into the city’s limbs and extensions. The clear, moving waters of the esteros were as blood to the old city, reflecting its vibrant character. But the last century has been cruel to Manila, especially so to the esteros, even as the city became part of the larger and dynamic entity that is Metro Manila. Uncontrolled development, the migration of informal settlers drawn to the promise of the city lights, and the inaction/collusion of responsible officials have transformed the esteros into foul-smelling and unmoving canals clogged with all manner of garbage.

What was once the city’s natural way of cleansing itself became a source of disease, reflecting the urban blight holding the metropolis in its grip.

 More? CLICK----->Philippine Daily Inquirer

Heat Seeking Missiles

I wish our LGBTQ indie films show the quieter side, often private lives of those outside the "norm". You know, less of the those exploitation-redemption-poverty-violence porn that have become staples. Very predictable. They don't have to be so loud and over the top dramatic. Just simple, excellent storytelling and insightful films.


It's about time.

Here's one. Nobody gets killed or slapped. Oh, and no sexy scenes by fresh, good looking meat (discoveries from Manila's underbelly) hoping to get a crack at the industry, but who have to pay their dues by baring and taking on risque under the sheets.

Ms. Theron and Fassbender's Cock

NY Mag

Sex Advice: Sexercise

"How Many Calories Does Sex Burn?

theatlantic.com

How many calories do you burn when you make love? I’m thinking if it’s high enough, wouldn’t promiscuity be a better way of getting fit than going to the gym? Besides, I’d love to be able to say, “I’m not a whore; I’m an athlete.” In all seriousness, if I can fuck the fat off, why would I try to try to jog it off?

– Aspiring Slut

Blushing but Brave

"Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing." --- Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Hey, whatya looking at! Yes, YOU!
Well, well. Caught ya staring. Well?
You like what you see. Hmmm?
It's ok. You can look. =)

The Slab

At the Crossroads

You took flight quietly.
Under the glassy veils,
I was still seeing sandy grits tucked

Between two clasped hands: uneven,
Yet seeking. Not a word or careful phrasings,
Just a crease beside my space.

An open sea quietly filled
With solitary windsong.
Sparrows, meeting only briefly, leaving at crossroads.

Hot & Sticky: William Levy

Yes, they do drop by once in while. So you grab and grapple and never ever let go. Here's one eye candy that's sticky, sweet and Cuban hot.

He's coming to your small screen via Dancing With the Stars. Not a telenovela. More gyrations and hotness, surely?

He who shall be named "William Levy."

Oh, of course, more pictures to follow! In descending order of decency!



Here's less cotton and more package.



Much more flesh, coming up!





Hey, I want to talk to you. In. My. Office. NOW!



Hey, c'mere. Can you look at this?

Question: Is this too, ya know.... Take a closer look. You think?



More? More?

Here are the not so safe for work (NSFW) photos, thanks Pinoy Urge and Naked Supermen

Post Valentine Glow

Here's to you peeps.

Happy post-Valentine's Day to all those who are in love, out of love, waiting for love, looking for love, down with love, done with love, and full of love!

Superstock

Touch
by Thom Gunn

You are already
asleep. I lower
myself in next to
you, my skin slightly
numb with the restraint
of habits, the patina of
self, the black frost
of outsideness, so that even
unclothed it is
a resilient chilly
hardness, a superficially
malleable, dead
rubbery texture.

You are a mound
of bedclothes, where the cat
in sleep braces
its paws against your
calf through the blankets,
and kneads each paw in turn.

Meanwhile and slowly
I feel a is it
my own warmth surfacing or
the ferment of your whole
body that in darkness beneath
the cover is stealing
bit by bit to break
down that chill.

You turn and
hold me tightly, do
you know who
I am or am I
your mother or
the nearest human being to
hold on to in a
dreamed pogrom.

What I, now loosened,
sink into is an old
big place, it is
there already, for
you are already
there, and the cat
got there before you, yet
it is hard to locate.
What is more, the place is
not found but seeps
from our touch in
continuous creation, dark
enclosing cocoon round
ourselves alone, dark
wide realm where we
walk with everyone.

from The Wild Reed

Poem from Closet Professor

Saturday: Succulent Porn

Imma getting me one. The prickly green thang. The thug with spikes. The hard succulent schlong. The hot rod oozing with thick clear liquid.

Flavorwire

Well, well, well. If it isn't that green mind of yours. What were you thinking?

This?

Idolatry

American Idol is in season again. That means I can see an interesting cross section of the land of milk and honey. The show seems a lot more subdued, though. I don't know, but there are fewer outlying voices donning costumes --- remember the guy wearing feathers or that clueless she-bang guy.

Still, Simon Cowell may be right, all along. The franchise may have run its course. In fact, it has long become predictable and, lately, a bit stale.

But surprises still drop by. Phillip Phillips is one pop idol package. He's a potential.

MDNA

Yes, that's the new album of Madonna. She can still change her mind. It might just be M.

We wait.

Meanwhile, witch, work on it quickly. You need to pay your rent.

Hola!

YAWN. Just woke up from a hefty slumber. Man, is it morning yet?

Yeah, that too. Happy New Year!

from Guys Next Door

PS: You like my boxers? Nice huh? Psst, wanna peek inside? Shhh. It's your new year's gift.