(Spider-Man rims Uncle Sam as the balloons are prepped the night before today's Macy's Day Thanksgiving Parade.)
Happy Holidays! If you're not into turkey, how about some beef? Some of our bravest and hottest made a tribute video to some cheerleaders making one of a gajillion "Call Me Maybe" videos. Let's hope the repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell means at least one of these hotties (can you tell who's my fave?) isn't just pretending to be a little sassy. I couldn't resist making a few screencaps of the cuties.
So, a few years ago, my scifi-rotica parody tale Q-FAQ got published. But then the publisher conked out and you have to scrape the barrel of used books for sale to get a copy. Yeah, it got some tepid reviews here and there.
"Tom envisions the divided state of the near future America, split tidily
along red state, blue state lines. Watching the continuing polarization
of the Union, it makes me wonder. I imagine the U.S. split in twain,
with Sarah Palin and the Fundies running the red states. They will
immediately attempt to regain God’s favor by banning homosexuality, work
on Sunday, Islam, and Lady Gaga! In other words, a bunch of our
brothers and sisters may suddenly be caught behind enemy lines!
I've been a bit distracted by the awfulness of Hurricane Sandy. Although I live uptown and a few floors up, and was thereby saved from any direct damage to my modest home, my friends downtown have been suffering. So of course I invited a few temporarily displaced (hot) pals up for sleepovers! and the first thing they needed, other than warmth, clean clothes and food, was a hot shower or two, or three.
one of the guys brought a 12-pack of beer, thinking, hey, if the world's ending, we might as well get drunk. And that led to a very busy bathroom, which led, too, well, other activities.
If you know the title's reference, you remember the old Saturday Night Live episode.
If you're younger, you hopefully remember how cool it was when San Francisco won the World Series a few years ago.
If you watch TV, you might have noticed that the Giants are most probably going to do it again (update: they won). Yep, the guys from the "gay" city by the Bay, whose players were attacked with anti-gay tweets and twits from Cardinals fans, did it again. So there.
Sorry I have so few pics of the current hot roster, but I'll work on it. For now, enjoy the bats and balls:
Money shot for the Giants: champagne ejaculates as Romo smooches Scutaro.
"Cool conditions were no deterrent to the Nude Blacks as they took on the Springbox at the North Ground in Dunedin today.
In what has become something of a rugby tradition in the city, the teams played an unofficial curtain-raiser to tonight's All Blacks v Springboks test at Forsyth Barr Stadium and more than 1000 people turned out under grey skies to watch.
This isn't the best quality version of this video, but it certainly is one of my favorites. This has got to be the most amazing man ass ever. And the guy is soooo straight, like your best friend's dad, who you followed like a puppy into the local swimming pool just to get a glance at his naked body. It's one of my favorites, espcially when his huge muscle butt is spread and lubed and fingered for our delectation.
With only three male athletes among the almost two dozen out GLB (Ts get short shrift in a binary-gender-coded sports event, doncha know) jocks competing at the 30th Olympics in London, why not just focus on the hunks who are gay, or should be?
Matthew Mitcham! The cutie-pie Aussie diver made history at the Bejing Olympics with a perfect dive, and his boyfriend in the stands!
This is traditionally a day when I usually post images of muscle hunks draping flags over their nearby naked bodies, erect penises ejaculating firework-type ribbons of cum, but ya know? Been there, spewed that.
(Don't tell me this is in bad taste. He posed for it. It's from one of his videos. He most probably ODed and they're covering it up; they being the hypocritical cannibalistic porn industry that chews through men like him every day.)
A quote from Eric's (James Elliott Naughtin) prophetic and self-tortured blog posts (now closed), via Gawker:
"Oh... i have given myself and expiration date, kinda like a carton of milk. You can't expect things to last forever, and with the way things are going, 30, i'm just gonna call it quits. That's if i even make it to 30. If things get better then i might change my mind but, that is what is engraved in my brain at the moment."
Todd Sanfield's got a new book out, Motel/Hotel. You don't see much more than we've already seen. Well, a few pages of up close crotch, but not $65 worth. No fully hard visible cock, a few nice softies, and a butt shot of three that show his booty and beauty.
St. Patrick's Day to me means: hot redheads, hot Irish guys, or hot guys named Paddy, hot drunk redheads, hot drunk guys, hot drunk guys pissing everywhere, hot drunk guys pissing and getting pissed on, hot drunk guys having sloppy drunken sex; and hangovers.
Hot drunk pissing guys; they're magically delicious!