Gotta Love ... Cowboys

There's just something about cowboys that drives me nuts. Maybe its the hat. Maybe it's what's under the hat. Maybe its whats under the tight, revealing, form fitting jeans. mmmmmmm .... N E WAYS, there's just something about a man who knows how to ride .. a horse, thats very appealing to me. A man who can saddle up a horse. A man who loves riding horseback throughout the open countryside, embracing nature; the open air, sounds of animals, the smell of pine or fresh rain. Just out there .. big hunk of a man enjoying the moment with a huge beast under him. Oh .. and the horse too.

Gotta Love ... Black and White

A little more "risque" than what I usually post ... well, actually ... maybe not. Meh, you be the judge.





A little bit of sepia ...

"Guys Gone Wild" from Out.com

(Due to lack of originality [I mean come on, all pics are borrowed anyways, it was about time ENTIRE posts would be of something else that wasn't from me noggin] the following has been "borrowed" from Out.com .... linked in the headline. Enjoy!)

Guys Gone Wild Viewing Party; Three candid opinions on the new DVD that lets us laugh at drunk, straight boys.

by Jeffrey Epstein

Sure, watching one of the Guys Gone Wild DVDs on your own may provide some pleasure. But nothing beats viewing the discs with some witty friends and letting the bon mots fly. So I invited actress and trans-activist Calpernia Addams and her business partner (and fellow activist), Andrea James, over for a few margaritas and a large helping of the recently released Guys Gone Wild: The Big Easy. For the uninitiated, the Guys Gone Wild series follows in the steps of its big sister Girls Gone Wild in traveling the country to events where young people often find themselves intoxicated (i.e.: spring break) and getting them to take their clothes off in exchange for a hat or a T-shirt. Let the catty comments begin!

Subject One: A hot, blond-ish boy with some tattoos

ANDREA: They’re trying to get our attention.
ME: It’s working.
CALPERNIA: Nothing like a night of margaritas and softcore porn.

Said blond boy becomes more gorgeous when he strips down to nothing and showers off, showing that he has nothing to be ashamed of.

WOMAN’S VOICE ON DVD: I think you’re dirty. You need soap!
CALPERNIA: Me, too!
ME: I think I might need some soap after watching this.


Subject Two: A bevy of boys running around only wearing football jerseys while passing the pigskin

CALPERNIA: Not pantless football…again!
Enough said.


Subject Three: Sexy brunette guy chokes his chicken for the camera

GUY ON DVD: You’ll be amazed when it gets hard.
CALPERNIA: I’ve heard that before.
Sadly, he never does stand at attention and admits defeat.
ANDREA: Don’t worry. It happens to lots of guys.


Subject Four: Guy in the back of a car who puts his less-sizable meat into a hotdog bun provided by the camera girl

CALPERNIA: White Castle does these. They call them Mini-Pups.


Subject Five: A good-looking African-American with a shockingly small endowment gets in the shower

When asked by the camera girl, the guy rates himself a “nine-and-a-half.”
ANDREA: I guess the half is the penis.


Subject Six: A young man gets in the back of a car and is given women’s panties to put on…which he does
CALPERNIA: She can’t wait to get those panties on!
GUY ON DVD: Man, this doesn’t fit as well as my other one.
He proceeds to do some “dick tricks” (the “wristband” is a must-see) before running around outside in the panties.
ANDREA: He’s just humiliating himself now.
ME: Now?! ’Cause before it was so classy.


Subject Seven: Random men showing off body parts.

At this point, the margaritas are starting to take hold and it’s becoming difficult to tell one guy from the next.
CALPERNIA: I need to go to Spring Break.
One guy begins doing “tricks” with his schlong.
ANDREA: Thank you, Mister Circus Penis.
CALPERNIA: Clearly, I have been spoiled by gay porn.
One lad says, when hard, he gets to be about eight inches.
CALPERNIA: Why does every guy say that?
ME: Clearly they have never seen a ruler.
Another starts dancing. Badly.
ME: Oh, my God, he’s doing the robot!
ANDREA: With his balls hanging out!!
One rubs against a wood beam.
ANDREA: Careful, you’re going to get a splinter.
CALPERNIA: That is not the first pole this guy has danced on.
A guy pulls out a soft-but-gigantic member. We stare in stunned silence until he opens his mouth.
GUY ON DVD: Girls masturbate to this.
ALL OF US: Girls?!
A kinda heavy, kinda not-great-looking guy appears.
CALPERNIA: He’s kinda cute.
ANDREA: In that “going to seed” way.
ME: He’d be cuter if he lost 20 pounds.
ANDREA: And had a head transplant.


Subject Eight: A man who knows what he has

GUY ON DVD: I have the smallest cock in America. I’m hung like a Tic Tac.
This doesn’t stop him from pulling it out.
ANDREA: The last time I saw something like that, it had a hook in it.


Subject Nine: A man has sex with an inflatable sheep. No, we’re not kidding.

ANDREA: He’s baaaaaaaad.
CALPERNIA: Is it still called “doggie style” if you’re fucking a sheep?
After pummeling the helpless blow-up animal, the guy starts masturbating himself.
CALPERNIA: Well, he does deserve a prize for being the only guy to achieve a full erection.
Much to all of our surprise, the guy actually “finishes the job.”
ANDREA: OK, he is now qualified to be a porn star.


The recap

CALPERNIA: The first guy was my favorite.
ANDREA: They knew who to start with!
ME: Lots of cute guys, although some were a little, um, disappointing.
ANDREA: Turns out, not everything in the Big Easy is big.
CALPERNIA: Yes, we needed more big and less easy

Blog Evo

So, I've been archiving through my posts .. and my oh my how my blog has evolved. I remember back in the days (which really, was only a few months ago) when NO ONE would read my blog. At least, if they did, they didn't leave a remark (and I has no resource to track traffic). But, back in the early days (when it was entitled, "And Here I Am"), this blog was used as a venting tool. In fact, I actually remember posting, and I quote:

"Screw It! Fuck It All!" unquote

Well, what the hell was I going through at that time? Truth is though, I know ... I remember. And I don't want to go back there.

But N E Ways, back in the early days of this blog, I was quite the lil victim. Since I hadn't the resources to post pics (without blogger's help) or audio clips, this blog became my own inner mirror. I place for self reflection for he who is I, hence the blurb "The Life And Times And Unnecessary Ramblings of He Who Is I, and Who Is Also Quite Literally Not You". Which really, probably helped me keep my sanity. I mean, we all need to vent at some point, right?

This blog was really nothing special for any of my readers, but in fact was something special to me. For I could right and post whatever I fuckin wanted, and fear no ridicule or judgement. I mean come on, at that time, how likely was it for me to actually meet someone who read my blog? (pretty slim) But really, it was special in that I could finally put myself out there for once. Express myself in such a manner that deemed foreign for me, especially since I've never actually allowed myself to be vulnerable to anyone (although, with a blog one is hardly vulnerable, but I'll leave that one up for discussion to the blog junkies out there, which I no doubtedly will read since I too am a blog junkie ... moving on), but with a blog I could be; vulnerable and not get hurt.

But, time moved on, life moved forward and blogger helped everyday regular Joe's post pics. I surfed more, found more pics to recycle, and found a way to post music as well (btw, there's some tunage in the headline, just click it). I've overcome that which kept me rather depressed over the past few years and have finally moved forward with my life, and really just wanted to start doing what I always wanted to do with my blog. I still don't know what that is, for I'm not really witty (if I can't be funny, might as well be an ass) nor up to date on the latest pop culture gossip (I have no tv) nor am I really interested in politics all that much. So really, pic recycling is all I can do; along with incessant ramblings which imply the inner workings if this mind I have. Which really in itself becomes a chain of thoughts and ideas, most of whom hold no merit whatsoever, theiry just thoughts.

But I'm rambling now. If you've actually read thus far .. good for you. And at least let me know, did this all make sense?

BTW, my bf has the mouth of a Hoover. Don't get me wrong, I like Hoover mouths, especially when they migrate down south. But, apparently the bf found it necesary to "mark is territory" so to speak. Damn have I got the biggest hickey on my neck EVER. Even the high school bicycle (the girl whom everyone has had a ride) would say "Damn gurl, that HUGE!"





And also, last nights recap ... a str8 boi showed up at the bar with his girlfriend to meet both thier's boss for drinks. Well, the girl left the bf, whom by the way was insistant on going home with the boss. And all us gay boi's were giving him a hard time ... I'm sure the boss gave him a hard time later that night too.

ok ok ok

So sports isn't just about the men. Although, we mustn't deny the fact that many male athletes are friggin hot (and we are gay, well most of whom who read this). But, sports is not just about men. I'd go on and on about what its all about, but to save time you can just click the headline as it will take you to the last rant I did about sports. Cause I'm not about to repeat myself (this time).

And really, I must say ... this here rant isn't because I've had some readers email me and bitch and complain about the value and worth of competitive sports. In fact, no one emailed me. : ( No, instead this here is merely my excuse to post more pics. (cause after all, In the end, its all about me)

Gotta Love ... Football

And some gays wonder why I love sports. I come on ... its not that hard to figure out. I would like to extend a huge THANK YOU to Grall's Den for finding and sharing such amazing pics as follows ... (btw, he does have more)

Gotta Love ... the men who drive cars

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Gotta Love ... Cars

Now, maybe its because I don't have one (or the fact that the one I do have I cannot afford), but I love cars. I love all vehicles. Not to the point where I would make a career out of them, but God does know I've thought of that at one point, but I still love cars. There's just something about what they do, how they express one's personality ... especially when their souped up like the one's showing. Can you imagine the men who fixed up these cars, and the ones who drive 'em?





(pics taken from msn.com ... linked in the headline)

Gotta Love ... dreams

The sand is hot underneath my bare feet, yet a cool breeze passes me by. The vast empty desert lay all around me, reminding me that I too am merely a speck of dirt. And so I walk. My white pajama like clothing flaps in the cool breeze as it picks up and lays low in continuous intverals as I walk with intention forward. And suddenly, I no longer walk alone.

The scortching sun beats on my skin as I feel the presence of a few more people behind me. Curiousity takes me whole for I need to know who they are. But I can't take my eyes off the distant horizon, for somehow I know I mustn't steer my eyes away. And so I stop, for a brief moment, staring forward but knowing those behind me will continue to walk past me. My eyes never leave my unknown distination as others walk past me ... and I see that they too, wearing exactly what I am wearing are also walking with great intent to the unknown horizon. I continue forward.

Somehow I walk faster than they, for I am leading now. But I feel more and more others behind me. The numbers grow as we walk.

Ever so slightly, the ground makes a steady incline. But I see no hill before me. I feel it coming, and yet I see nothing. But its there.

The others grow and the incline increases. And still we walk. My focus is steered to the sand hill we've somehow approached unknowingly. But do I care? No. I tackle the sand hill as it grows in size .. and suddenly I'm climbing. The hot sand has turned to rock as I'm no longer journeying by foot. I need my hands now to pull me up the mountain. The vast empty desert is still around me as I know I must reach the top. My bare feet give me the support I need on the hard rock asI continue to climb.

Reach by reach I pull myself further up, until finally I reach the last ledge. I struggle to pull myself over. One arm, then the other. Until finally the knowing moment when I pulled my first leg over that I've finally reached the top. I dwell on the moment knowing I conquered the mountain that I still unknowingly to me I challenged. I rise to my feet, still facing the direction I've always been journeying toward. And as I stand on the edge of the mountain, soaking in the blazing sun, the refreshing warm breeze and the vast empty desert below; feeling the others still behind me, I know I must continue forward.

The bed is cool. The air is still. The room is dark when I awake. 5:13am the clock reads next to my bed. And still I feel the blazing sun and the hot sand.

RUFF GUFF

I can just sit here and watch them all day. Reminds my of the bf. mmmmmmmm ........

Day Of The Dead

Happy Day of the Dead everyone. Originally slated to be celebrated in July and August, Day of the Dead is a festival to celebrate lost loved ones. It is believed that this day (now celebrated on Nov 1st and 2nd) is when the spirits of the dead return to visit their live relatives. Although it must be said that Day of the Dead is rather a festive occasion and not a morbid one. Thank you to Boy In The Well for letting me know that today is Day of the Dead. If you would like to know more, click the headline.

Today's Thoughts

1. I funny. I very funny. I also a dork, but I funny.

2. Damn I'm tired. Bed. Bed is good.

3. hmm .. he's got a nice butt.

4. she looks kinda familiar. crack hoe maybe, hahaha .. okay, thats just mean.

5. when is the singing going to start .. oh, its the instrumental

6. I like this shirt. hmmm, I was wearing this shirt for the first time when I met Scott again. I like this shirt.

7. Wonder what the bf is doing.

8. *yawn*

9. Wonder who the bf is doing.

10. damn I look good today. but then again, there's always tomorrow

11. "Til everything burns, while everyone screams. Burning their lies, burning my dreams. All of this hate, and all of this pain. I burn it all down, as my anger reigns. Everything burns."

12. COUSIN! (as I walk past a statue of an indian)

Linkage Updates

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Guess Where?

Guess where these pics are from. Here's a hint, they're taken from a TextAmerica.com site ...






This was one of the first blogs to link me, back in the days when I hadn't the resources or time to post pics and audio files on this blog; back in the days when this blog was used as a venting machine (more words and scenarios to make one think ... at least I thought so). Back when this site was called "And Here I Am" ... which I thought was a stupid title hence the name change to "A Stitch .." I still get a good kick out of this site as I'm sure most do. Afterall, this site is one of the my main providers of traffic. Keep up the good work mate, and keep the awesome pics coming.

Gotta Love ... comic strips

As an Uber Cinemaphile, can you tell why I LOVE this cartoon?