wednesday wank

February 18, 2008
we interrupt this program…
After the weekend I’ve had, I need to head to Target to pick up some Brasso ™ to polish my Halo.
February 14, 2008
my birthday is coming up…

February 13, 2008
wednesday wank

feeling a little dirty
February 12, 2008
moderating
moderating in a wonderful thing.
Dear self-hating Anonymous homo, as lovely and pleased i’m sure you are with yourself and your snarky attempts to belittle me, unless you put down a valid name… they’ll never see the light of the computer screen.
I’m always amazed at the sense of self-righteousness people derive from anonymity.
p.s. this will be the last energy you get from me.
lurking in the shadows
Apparently, a certain someone living in Chicago still bears a grudge against me, though, they don’t have the courage of their own convictions to actually stand up and take ownership of their words. This evening, I received the below comment on my blog:
“Glad to see you’re sticking to juvenile concerns suited for a man half your age. How’s your retirement fund?” I.P. Address 99.129.64.35
Now as many of you know, my biggest complaint about living in Chicago was this VERY attitude. I’ve never claimed to be perfect, far from it. Usually, i lay on more self-hating, vindictive judgement against my own actions, thoughts and deeds than any outside person could dream of, yet the mid-west, for some unknown reason to me, seemed to think they can do me one better.
I’ve been rather outspoken my entire life, never shying away from living on my terms, and now that i’m back in the Bay Area, i’m realizing more each day how damaging the mid-west was to me. I’m no longer the carefree, fuck-them-if-they-don’t-like-it kind of guy. I find myself looking over my shoulder, wondering who is watching me and how my actions will be misconstrued against me. It reminds me of my first arrival in San Francisco 18 years ago and my awe inspired take on true sexual freedom. Letting go of all that self-hatred, shame and secrecy. who needs it?
So, to the anonymous commenter…
let me take a moment to address your concerns…
My adoration of healthy male bodies is neither “juvenile” nor better “suited for a man half” my “age”. I am a gay man living how I choose to live, enjoying men, sex, and everything that goes with it. Openly, without the shame that your comment is trying to instill. To you i say “FUCK YOU” if you had the true courage of your convictions enough to sign a name… I’d pick up the phone and say it to you in person. I no longer need to deal with your judgment.
And regarding my retirement account… Don’t you worry about me baby… as long as I can afford the best suite on a round the world cruise… i’ll be retiring in grand style. (if this confuses you… you don’t know me as well as you think you do)
Now if you please… i have some naked pictures to dig through for the upcoming wank featurette.
Step off coward.
February 6, 2008
wednesday wank

For those of you looking for a little more today… NSFW!! (more…)
February 4, 2008
what next?
this may sound slightly “sex in the city”-ish, but…
Last night I was chilling with Smarty over some cheap beers, some cheaper bears and the Superbowl when this particularly hot, perfect, flawless, amazing, yummy, sexy, musclebear walked past us and we both stopped our conversation dead in its tracks. We’d both had the pleasure of meeting this gentleman at a holiday party, spending a fair amount of time in intimate conversation in a little nook of the party. Hot and Smart were the words that stuck in my throat that night.
Smarty turns to me after he passes us and asks a rather profound question that I would like to pose to you, my slowly increasing band of loyal readers. (could we be back up to fives?)
“Once you’ve had your Ultimate… will they still be your Ultimate?”
