Instant Pleasure

This time a good song title from Rufus Wainwright. =) I swear I think could hold a long conversation with the right person just saying song titles, hehe.

Ok, here's a little story of a run-in I had at the airport, and I'm sure this will never happen again in my life, so I better put it in writing.

I was walking down the concourse of the airport somewhere having just gotten off the plane, looking for a place to use the restroom when I came up behind these two boys about my age or a couple years younger. I go through the usual, "are they buddies?" . . . "which one's the top" conversation in my head very briefly before I spot a restroom and start to head toward it.

They beat me to it. They walked in just before me and claimed two spots at the urinals. It was a busy bathroom at the moment and there was only one remaining urinal for me....right next to the hotter "top" as I'd decided he was. As I walk up to the urinal I realize, this is no ordinary urinal. It's profile was like Jay Leno's jaw, jetting out from the wall and allowing no privacy whatsoever, and they acted as if that was fine by them. I whipped out my cock and so did the two boys on my right. I was so busy desperately trying to unnoticeably look at this boy's cock to my right and I was so freaking nervous that I was utterly unable to pee. I was tempted to just stare his unit and wait for his reaction. He spent what seemed to be an eternity pulling and stretching and flopping and stretching and pulling and shaking his phlacid yet gifted penis all over the place. He was a shower in both senses of the word. I didn't get a drip out until they left.

Leaving the restroom, the two vanished into the crowd. It left me completely befuddled as to how quickly the transition passed between looking at a random hottie and seeing him play with his junk in front of me.

Good Times Bad Times

I hate quoting Led Zeppelin, but this song title actually describes my trip to Wisconsin. I'll give you a brief run-down, but I'm sure more details are sure to come on this trip as they come to me.

I had a great time when I was there and I got to spend all of it with Rob, yay! =) It was a very laid back and fun little vacation for me. I got to meet all his friends and go out to the clubs and have some drinks. He took me around town, and we ate and shopped, and walked the streets of downtown. We went to see a scary movie and Rob was so jumpy, hehe. Then we came home and snuggled on the couch to watch the most gory movie I've seen in a long time. It was lots of fun. Oh man, does he live in the most quaint, homey, comfortable little town. Streets are just lined with young college students, bicyclists, rollerbladers, and shirtless throwers of frisbees. It reminded me a little of Radford how everyone's just outside, relaxing, enjoying themselves. It's no wonder people who move away tend to move back within 6 months. I personally know someone who moved from that very town and moved back 6 months later. (Boy did she pick the worst town to move to in NC -- Kannapolis, Geez. You couldn't pay me to live there.)

I'd love to be able to share lots of pictures with you, but that is the beginning end of the bad times aforementioned. I lost my new digital camera somewhere along the way to Wisconsin. I fear it's gone forever. My flight back home was cancelled, so I got a new one and IT was cancelled, so I got a new one with an odd connection, and because of it, they think my huge luggage bag is in Pittsburgh still. I'm going to get me a carry-on bag or two so I may not have to check anything next time. So I'm sitting here adding up the things that were in that monstrosity, how much it all cost, and hoping to God that it makes its way to Charlotte and in my arms again. Come to think of it, I'm hoping the same about Rob. =)

Chokerz4Men

Everybody go to www.Chokerz4men.com and tell me this isn't the most homoerotic advertising going on here...

Exhibition A: Rainbow Stick

Exhibition B: Rawrrr

Exhibition C: I'm all wet.

Exhibition D: The "Boyfriend" Dogtag

... and I think I recognize some of these models from some porn somewhere hehe

Pure Inebriation

Family Guy had this awesome spoof of Willy Wonka the other night:



Whoever posted this on YouTube cut out some of the less interesting parts about Louis' piano receital I believe...or maybe that was another episode aired the other night. Meg made some comment after one of her students left, "Mom, how come all your students suck?" Hehehe...They end up discovering that Peter is great at piano when he's smashed...kinda like me with Spanish. =)

My Boring Life

So my life is so boring that this was my major fun for the day . . . finally feeling able to walk around enough to go buy this honkin' piece of luggage and weekender bag!

(The blue bandana is to easily identify it on the baggage claim.) It's big enough for a week stay somewhere . . . or for a 3-4 days stay when I want to change a lot . . . and apparently I do. *blush* I just hope I get a lot of use of out it, cuz I plans on a-travelin'!

=)

Can't Hardly Wait

Stripped!

Someone who will remain nameless (and now faceless) has after seeing a picture of himself posted on my blog politely requested to have it removed. I was all too happy to oblige. BUTT, please know that I only posted your picture because I found it completely at random on the interweb and I thought you were very hot. I don't care if you're straight; you can still take a compliment. You're hot. Such a burden, I know.

And for the rest of you: If you see yourself on this little blog of mine and want your picture removed, just ask and I'll do the same for you. Just know that your picture is floating around on the internet....myspace? hot or not? facebook? gay.com even. Just a warning to you all that shit gets around quick on the net. I bet Kevin Bacon has a nude picture of everyone. LOL What might even come as a shock to you is how very few actual nudie shots I have posted on here. =O I know, I'm shocked, too. Go ahead, click the Hotties label if you don't believe me. Most gay blogs are rimming *ahem* brimmming with nude pics. Who knows where they come from....if they're taking the pics themselves...eww...and getting permission on an individual basis...double eww.

Aside those completely random pictures I stumble upon and decide are post-worthy, there are others. YouTube and Xtube videos are fair game. You crazy people put that shit out there on purpose! Any image that is not copyright protected or is in the public domain such as ALL of NASA's images (thank goodness for that!) is fair game, too.

Next time I'll just have to just rely on my words to define that unabashed smirk and the water following the contours of your pecs. =)

Plantar fasciitis

Per my doctor...and Wikipedia (you know I ran home to it, hehe)...Plantar fasciitis is a painful inflammatory condition caused by excessive wear to the plantar fascia of the foot. In case you're wondering, the plantar fascia is the thick, fibrous, connective tendon that connects the heel to the balls of the feet. I have somehow overstretched and thereby made microscopic tears in this tendon. Since this happened, my body's been sending protective fluids to the site to encase the area. Unfortunately, walking on this inflammation is painful.

I'm not sure how it happened or when exactly. Doctor said if it's still painful in 4-6 weeks come back and I'll get a huge shock of cortizone in my heel. Mom tells me it may come and go, but I hope it just goes and never comes back. Meh.

Pitiful

I don't know how it happened or when, but I suspect it was while stumbling around Josh's littered, dark yard/driveway/sidewalk/patio area in front of his new house that is just screaming to be cleaned the fuck up already, but I digress...I bruised my heel. Who bruises their heel anyway? I'm not even sure that's what's wrong with me, but that's what I suspect. Whatever happened, I haven't been able to walk on it for the last two days, so I've been hobbling along like a wounded wildebeest on the Serengeti. I'm just waiting to be pounced apon by the Food Lion in the parking lot.

And on top of it all, I'll all sniffly and coughing all the time. At least I'm not sweating at night and getting constant headaches anymore...

What the hell's wrong with me?....Don't answer that. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to find out for myself.

Dancing Queen

This guys stood about 50 feet from our patio door just dancing his heart out for about two days, just completely oblivious to the world around him. But hey, at least he was having a fabulous time. =) Annd I can't believe he's on YouTube! lol

Gay Days 2007

Gay Days was a BLAST this year! Truly one of the best times of my life. There was SOO much going on, it's impossible to see it all. To check out everything that happened check out GayDays.com. They're beginnning to load up the site with info for next year, which we're already planning for. =)

Where to begin? Sooo much happened, but it was such a relaxed, fun, drunken, pool-side, fucking great time. We took full advantage of our poolside room to sit and enjoy the view and drink on the patio and watch the swimsuits walk by.



Let me introduce you to the gang (at least the ones I have pictures of). This is Tim and Chris (left to right hehe). They've been together for 7 years now. Chris and I went to school together 11 years ago back when we lived in New Bern, NC and went to church together. He's a hair stylist now, so he's getting paid to do what he always enjoyed and does some costumes and prop designs on the side. Tim is a fellow Sudoku lover and accountant...those pictures of him queening out at 12 years old were priceless. =)

This is Robert, another friend from Wisconsin. God, isn't he gorgeous? *drool*

Here's Craig who's from Charlotte and I hear he works for Bank of America.

And this is the view we had from our poolside room. I mean, we couldn't have had a better spot in all of Orlando than this room - overlooking the pool, near the stage and speakers, clear shot to the hot tub if the interest arises, just perfect.

Occasionally the DJ would take a break and they'd bring out the Budweiser boys (who were like hot twins who played with each other all the time, hehe) and they'd have some little contest. This was Keg Rodeo where they tossed these two kegs in the pool and got some boys to try to balance themselves on them....it was interesting whatching them try to ride it, hehe.

Let's see, the first night I got there I crashed and me and Chris spent the entire next day criss-crossing Orlando for all kinds of crap. That night we met up with some of his friends at Pleasure Island and went to Mannequin where there's a big spinning dance floor. That was fun. =) Then we saw a comedy show and went to the 70's-80's dance club cuz we're both 80's kids.

We came home that night, or rather around 2am Friday, and an hour so later their friend Robert came in from where they went out to and we all hung out for a bit. The next day we fake baked, got groceries, packed up and went to the hotel. We were all just giddy to be in that room. =) We unpacked and spent the night making drinks and trips to the hot tub cuz it was raining a bit that night. The next day, it cleared up and all the threats of tropical storm Barry ruining our weekend faded away in the morning. Saturday and Sunday were absolutely beautiful and we spent them both nearly identically -- sitting out by the pool, dancing in the sun, splashing in the pool, drinking too much, just realxing, and having a great time. Saturday night though we had tickets to go see Lisa Lamponelli at the Hard Rock in Universal Studios. She ain't right. Her gay friend Wendal is funny, too. "My name's Wendal, and I'm just a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit . . . GAY!! . . . TADA!!!" Hehehe . . . Sunday was our last night in the room. Me and Robert took off to Parliment House to go dance a bit and check out the foam pit....what a freak nasty orgy fest that was in there. *shivers* But we also saw Debra Cox perform for a bit and then danced in the club for a while. Monday I'd planned to leave, but stayed over at Chris and Tim's and watched a movie and reminisced through our high school yearbook. The next day I took it to the crib.

Boy, did I cross out a lot of firsts this weekend:

First Gay Pride thing ever

First time around thousands of homos

First pedacure

First manicure

First highlights (I really like them, too.)

I'm sure some other things will occur to me later, little tidbits of randomness that happened over the weekend -- like Guillermo's coming out story...a phone conversation with his mom:

Bill: Mom, remember that important thing I needed to tell you?

Mom: Yea.

Bill: Well, I'm gay.

Mom: Oh ok...so how's the weather down there?

LOL

I'm sure there's plenty more I forgot or I'll blab about later. Any questions? Just ask!