There ought to be a rule against this. So wrong. So, so wrong.
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Showing posts with label LGBTQ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LGBTQ. Show all posts
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
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?
Sunday, September 9, 2012
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.
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.
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| Gay Geek |
Friday, July 13, 2012
Why Are There Gay Men
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| 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
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Still on Chad White
Still fixating on this cute American white guy.
Hit the road, Jack.
Move on, dammit.
Hit the road, Jack.
Move on, dammit.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Flashing Chad White's
Chad White is GOD.
| From Google Images, just key in God's name: Chad White. |
He's beautiful.
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| Google Images |
Drop dead, beautiful!
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| Bob Out |
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| Bob Out |
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| 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.
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| See the resemblance. I miss our days of thunder, Tom. You were Thor and how you exploded when you flashed that smile. |
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| EW |
Here's Chad in red flavor.
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Monday, June 4, 2012
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?
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)
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| 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)
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
A Letter to an Old Soul
Ok, I wrote a similar note a few blogs back: A Letter to a Young Soul.
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| 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.
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| 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.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
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.
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.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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....
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....
Thursday, May 10, 2012
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Sex Advice: Sexercise
"How Many Calories Does Sex Burn?
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
| 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
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Flipside
Here's what the other side can be.
It's the flipside. Side B, for those who can still remember the analog age: tape cassettes, 12-inch or 45-inch Long Play vinyl records.
Most say it hurts. But past that pain barrier---when the gatekeeper of the underworld finally learns to yield; when surrender is the better part of valor---it can be the most pleasurable of earthly experiences.
Yes, Pluto, we're talking about anal sex. And the often undiscovered and shameful joys thereof.
If you're going to explore sexuality, this ain't Sex 101. That's for plain vanilla snogging. Anal is unadulterated dissertation material.
I mean, have you ever wondered about the reason for this unspoken order of preference and sequence in sex?
Well, have you ever wondered, why meals are consumed appetizers first before the main dishes, following an order of importance---from the simplest to the culinary fireworks, then towards a soft, happy landing with dessert and coffee?
Sex knows the same logic. Food and carnal delights always do.
Well, the rear is not for beginners. It's certainly not for the faint-hearted who only venture as far as the hors d'oeuvres and soups allow. Uh, uh, those are just starters. They're just a means to a much more satisfying big bang. They serve a purpose: to tickle the palate for the entrees. The main delights await those who have the bravado to sink their teeth into loftier feasts.
It's the same order of intensity: front acts and covers first, rock stars much, much later. So down boy. Not yet.
1. First the eyeball. It's the scanning for the known regions of heterosexual or homosexual space, depending on the tangent of the moon. Several pages of self-doubts, embarrassment and massive shyness get riffled in the mind's book. Then hubris, courage or plain swagger. Lame introductions, nervous handshakes and nods.
Pause. A hiccup of relief here. Smile, to greenlight the dance of words, pregnant pauses and furtive stares.
2. There's small, trivial talk. Oh, talk of just about any variety of sweetish, salty things.
"Wanna watch some sports?"
"Let's chill first with beer"
With the exterior of nonchalance, the dance meanders the silent music.
Underneath the cold steely growls, grunts and coyness, all the staging of the arena, verbal sparring, rhythm and rush of the blood are roiling deep and just under the surface of flushed skin.
3. There's the planned yet accidental touch of the arms or the round shoulders honed in five hours of weekly gym.
It is the tentative caress of that otherness, of that unexplored regions and terrains. It's an exploration of all the pent up anticipation. A titration of sorts. It's a wonderful sundry of what makes the other different, ergo, exciting. It's a plumbing into the mysterious gentlemen who, just an hour or so ago, was almost impregnable in his khaki parka and pale loafers.
4. Just when the coda is about to fade into the last bar, there is again the familiar scent of nerves, gnawing at the nape.
"You wanna hang out in my place? I have DVDs to finish."
"Have you seen Breaking Bad yet. They say it's good. I have a stash. Let's do a marathon."
Off to the bat cave Robin!
5. After peeling the layers of thoughts concealed in the mind, Robin and his mentor (Batman or Poison Ivy) proceed with the stripping of imposed decency---clothes.
They begin with the masks that hide secret identities and sins, the tiny barbs hidden in the folds of their curls, the long silky capes and sordid garments.
They kiss, of course.
Tongues, you know, aren't just tactile but can be gustatory and olfactory, an lethal mix. Body odors, flesh scents and salty aromas give the heady bouquet for sex.
6. We come now to the entrees of caramel skin, hot flesh and all the juices to lubricate the discourse.
Alas, it also follows a hierarchy: necking, petting, oral sex, anal sex and, finally, the second coming of Adam and Eve.
The thread that tie these acts crank up the senses from the purely ticklish lick of the pink nipple, to the wet kiss across the furry leg pits, to the fancy pull of the wiry happy trails, to the snap of the elastics just under the funky navel, you get the drift....
And, if you happen to notice, anal sex in second only to climax. And that's a lot of climb up the edge of reason.
It's the flipside. Side B, for those who can still remember the analog age: tape cassettes, 12-inch or 45-inch Long Play vinyl records.
Most say it hurts. But past that pain barrier---when the gatekeeper of the underworld finally learns to yield; when surrender is the better part of valor---it can be the most pleasurable of earthly experiences.
Yes, Pluto, we're talking about anal sex. And the often undiscovered and shameful joys thereof.
If you're going to explore sexuality, this ain't Sex 101. That's for plain vanilla snogging. Anal is unadulterated dissertation material.
I mean, have you ever wondered about the reason for this unspoken order of preference and sequence in sex?
Well, have you ever wondered, why meals are consumed appetizers first before the main dishes, following an order of importance---from the simplest to the culinary fireworks, then towards a soft, happy landing with dessert and coffee?
Sex knows the same logic. Food and carnal delights always do.
Well, the rear is not for beginners. It's certainly not for the faint-hearted who only venture as far as the hors d'oeuvres and soups allow. Uh, uh, those are just starters. They're just a means to a much more satisfying big bang. They serve a purpose: to tickle the palate for the entrees. The main delights await those who have the bravado to sink their teeth into loftier feasts.
It's the same order of intensity: front acts and covers first, rock stars much, much later. So down boy. Not yet.
1. First the eyeball. It's the scanning for the known regions of heterosexual or homosexual space, depending on the tangent of the moon. Several pages of self-doubts, embarrassment and massive shyness get riffled in the mind's book. Then hubris, courage or plain swagger. Lame introductions, nervous handshakes and nods.
Pause. A hiccup of relief here. Smile, to greenlight the dance of words, pregnant pauses and furtive stares.
2. There's small, trivial talk. Oh, talk of just about any variety of sweetish, salty things.
"Wanna watch some sports?"
"Let's chill first with beer"
With the exterior of nonchalance, the dance meanders the silent music.
Underneath the cold steely growls, grunts and coyness, all the staging of the arena, verbal sparring, rhythm and rush of the blood are roiling deep and just under the surface of flushed skin.
3. There's the planned yet accidental touch of the arms or the round shoulders honed in five hours of weekly gym.
It is the tentative caress of that otherness, of that unexplored regions and terrains. It's an exploration of all the pent up anticipation. A titration of sorts. It's a wonderful sundry of what makes the other different, ergo, exciting. It's a plumbing into the mysterious gentlemen who, just an hour or so ago, was almost impregnable in his khaki parka and pale loafers.
4. Just when the coda is about to fade into the last bar, there is again the familiar scent of nerves, gnawing at the nape.
"You wanna hang out in my place? I have DVDs to finish."
"Have you seen Breaking Bad yet. They say it's good. I have a stash. Let's do a marathon."
Off to the bat cave Robin!
5. After peeling the layers of thoughts concealed in the mind, Robin and his mentor (Batman or Poison Ivy) proceed with the stripping of imposed decency---clothes.
They begin with the masks that hide secret identities and sins, the tiny barbs hidden in the folds of their curls, the long silky capes and sordid garments.
They kiss, of course.
Tongues, you know, aren't just tactile but can be gustatory and olfactory, an lethal mix. Body odors, flesh scents and salty aromas give the heady bouquet for sex.
6. We come now to the entrees of caramel skin, hot flesh and all the juices to lubricate the discourse.
Alas, it also follows a hierarchy: necking, petting, oral sex, anal sex and, finally, the second coming of Adam and Eve.
The thread that tie these acts crank up the senses from the purely ticklish lick of the pink nipple, to the wet kiss across the furry leg pits, to the fancy pull of the wiry happy trails, to the snap of the elastics just under the funky navel, you get the drift....
And, if you happen to notice, anal sex in second only to climax. And that's a lot of climb up the edge of reason.
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There is certainly no reason to be abstemious about that experience at the edge of reason.
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