Eye Candy

jesus this is good shite. Thanks to Tommy, the editor/writer of Pride High, for passing this along. Something for everyone. Enjoy.

Youtube is once again being funky on the embed, so take your hand off your dick just long enough to click here please.

What a Whorl

More fun with science!

A growing number of psychologists and geneticists are working on the “nature versus nurture” question — a question that’s set off a highly charged political debate about whether people choose to be gay, or whether gayness is determined by their DNA.

Take Richard Lippa, a professor of psychology at California State University at Fullerton. His studies show that gay people are twice as likely to be left-handed. He also collects photos of hair whorls — those circular swirls you see atop a man’s head. He says about 10 percent of the general population have whorls that rotate counter-clockwise, but about 20 percent of gay men have counter-clockwise whorls.

I realized after reading this CNN article that I’ve seen the whorls on so very many male heads, and stared at them for enough time, that I have a very vivid, consistent mental image of the whorl in my mind’s eye, and indeed the whorl is counter clockwise.

Statistically, this means not enough straight guys have been sucking my dick.

Bleep Face

Even if I weren’t still baked from entertaining an out of town guest, I think I’d still find this story surreally strange.

Justin Timberlake has disappointed fans in Sweden by verbally attacking locals and spitting on them, according to reports.

The star and his entourage, including girlfriend Jessica Biel, visited the Hard Rock Cafe in Gothenberg, and was called a “[bleep] face” by a teenage fan after he refused to sign autographs.

Timberlake is alleged to have retorted, “Are you calling me [bleep] face? Go [bleep] yourself.”

The fan and his friends then followed Timberlake back to the Elite Plaza hotel in the city, where the “SexyBack” star continued a bizarre tirade of abuse.

An onlooker tells British newspaper the Daily Mirror, “First a load of ping-pong balls came raining down (from his balcony). Then came a plastic bottle of water. After that, there was strawberries and fruit. And them came the phlegm!”

Fan Nino Antonio El-Khoury was photographed by paparazzi with spit on the back of his clothing, which he claims was expelled from the mouth of Timberlake: “Justin spat on me.”

Local newspaper Aftonbladet also claims the singer was not on top form on his visit to the country, writing, “Justin was in a foul mood. Jessica wanted to take a picture of him and he was angry. He snapped, ‘Do you want me to juggle for you as well?’”

R U Add1ct3d?

“The more time kids spend on video games, the less time they will have socializing, the less time they will have with their families, the less time they will have exercising,” Kraus said.

“They can make up academic deficits, but they can’t make up the social ones,” he said.

Unless, of course, the game itself is social in nature. More idiots sound off on the issue here.

My Vageen

Back from Hawaii, burnt, cut, bronzed and beaten. As I unwind, enjoy the following. . .

Hey, What’s the Big Idea?

Flip Bill couldn’t shut up about how, apparently, homos are hatin’ on Mika for not announcing his sexual preference in the press.

Honestly, having seen his show Saturday night at the Fillmore, I have no further questions, your honor. Anyone who channels Freddy Mercury, Grace Kelly, and sings a song about a man name Billy Brown. . .well. Yes.

The show itself was awesome. The crowd was totally into it and we got to see a het, adorable family of four rockin’ out, and there were enough good vibin’ gays to make it a way festive event.

The finale was the best, and reminded me, what with Mika’s plush confetti fantasy rockout to Lollipop. . .well, it reminded me a bit of this golden oldie. . .

I’m in Hawaii for a week folks. Mahalo, mutha fuckaz!

I Heart PsycINFO

I’m pouring through the PsycINFO database looking for psychology articles for crap to quote in my upcoming paper, but I keep getting distracted by shite in which I’m actually interested. One could file the following under the ‘um,duh!’ category easily enough, but it is still fascinating, at least for a geek like me, to see studies that prove what we all know. All of us, that is, except the homophobes.

Abstract: journal abstract: The authors investigated the role of homosexual arousal in exclusively heterosexual men who admitted negative affect toward homosexual individuals. Participants consisted of a group of homophobic men (n = 35 ) and a group of nonhomophobic men (n = 29); they were assigned to groups on the basis of their scores on the Index of Homophobia (W. W. Hudson & W. A. Ricketts, 1980). The men were exposed to sexually explicit erotic stimuli consisting of heterosexual, male homosexual, and lesbian videotapes, and changes in penile circumference were monitored. They also completed an Aggression Questionnaire (A. H. Buss & M. Perry, 1992). Both groups exhibited increases in penile circumference to the heterosexual and female homosexual videos. Only the homophobic men showed an increase in penile erection to male homosexual stimuli. The groups did not differ in aggression. Homophobia is apparently associated with homosexual arousal that the homophobic individual is either unaware of or denies. (PsycINFO Database Record (c) 2007 APA, all rights reserved)

Wrap It Up

I hate condoms too but this awesome European commerical makes a very good point.

Fine As A Frog Hair

The assumption, nay the reason, big city queers endure all city life puts us through is because, on paper, we’re supposed to have more fun than our small town sisters. It ain’t necessarily so.

Log into Flickr and check this shizzle from somewhere in Arkansas. That stripper is appropriatly cute, bi-curious, and has some interesting scars for sure.

As always, my mid-America ‘mo was on the scene, gathering evidence.

me: man that boy is fine.
Digital: yeah.
the boy in the red shirt was actually more sexy to me, just wasn’t as built.
me: you get any play that night?
Digital: no, dammit
i got home, hornier than hell. a trick from online was on, though he lives about 40 mins away talked him into coming over and spending the night. he calls about 15 mins later, he decided to trim his chest, with a pair of scissors

me: BWWW HA HA

Digital: and said somehow he cut off the tip of his nipple.

me: amateur

Digital: -and- he already has a body trimmer, he doesn’t know why he got the scissors. not the brightest country boy
me: god bless ‘em

and Digital’s final post party wrap up

So I thought you’d want an update on what I did this weekend, something I never thought I’d do in all my life: throw a bachelorette party! One of my closest friends is getting married in a week, and his girlfriend doesn’t really have a lot of ‘girl’ friends, so he asked me to get the ‘giiiiirrrrrrlllll’ friends together and have a party for her. Actually, she has a few girlfriends but they’re Mormon, so no way she’d get to see one last penis before tying the knot if they did the duties, so it was up to me to find dick, tacky penis party favors, etc. etc. Then I rounded up 12 fags, 2 dykes, and 1 young straight couple to join our Penis Princess in the festivities.

Being the geek that I am, I researched a bit on the internet about traditional bachelorettes (having never been to one). Damn, they’re a lot of work. The bachelor party is just full of beer and titty bars; but I had to come up with games, prizes for said games, party food, the whole nine yards. Oh yeah, and I had to come up with nine inches, too. Luckily, straight frat boy swill do anything for the big bills, especially when free liquor is involved. I’ll make sure you get some pics, the boy was fine as a frog’s hair split 4 ways; and totally into my friend’s tits (or Tit-ays as we like to call them). Just don’t show his face, I think he’s planning on a political career out of college, or something. I promised him these would never be on the internet…then rolled my eyes and stuffed a dollar bill down his crotch.

Oddly enough, after enough liquor and a few special brownies baked by yours truly; even the ‘Pin the Macho on the Man’ game became fun. I’d made a bunch of finger foods for the party; meatballs, smoked sausages, carrot sticks, pickles, twinkies, strawberries and cherries, etc. etc. Can you pick out the theme? Hardly anybody touched the food, but after even more drinking, and even more brownies; most of the food was scarfed down in a vicious attack of the munchies. Oh yeah…if you want to have fun, get a bunch of bananas and 12 fags; and see who can pretend the banana is Brad Pitt. Our lesbian made mashed bananas though; she did ok with the gag reflex, but she had a vicious bite. Poor Brad…

Anyhow, enjoy the eye candy. This is my one and only bachelorette, but I’m going to be looking for an excuse to call the stripper…

Str8 Man’s Brokeback Take

Fire up your gerbil email generator. This one deserves to be spammed around indefinitely.

a deleted scene from the upcoming film Knocked Up