Monday, May 30, 2011

One of my types...

Starting to put together the list of my different types, and they are in no particular order. First up is The Nerd.


I don't know what it is about nerds, but I've always had a hard spot for them. The egghead, glasses wearing, nerd. Maybe it's because there's an implication of education and intelligence? I don't know. Whatever it is, I loves me some nerds.

And this particular nerd has something else going for him. The juxtaposition. When one sees a nerd, one usually assumes a scrawny body lies underneath the clothes. But no, not this nerd.


This picture lights me up on so many levels. The glasses. The scruffy five o'clock shadow. The plaid shirt and country setting. In my fantasy this guy was a farm-bound nerd, who built up his muscles throwing hay around on his Ma's and Pa's farm in Wyoming, but at the same time was the valedictorian of his graduating class of 23 after suffering through 4 years of unrequited love for his big daddy bear science teacher, received a full scholarship to Stanford to study astrophysics, where, some weekend, he will meet me at the Lone Star.

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What exactly is my type?

Sometimes I confuse people with the guys I find attractive. That's because, unlike a lot of guys, I really don't have a specific, defined type. And that throws people off. So many guys I know have a laser beam type. The guy has to be between 45 and 48. He has to have a waistline of 42 to 46 inches. He has to have a certain hair color, ad nauseam.

My ground rules are much more simple: I like what I like. Different guys will appeal to me for entirely different reasons. It's all about "the guy" and has nothing to with race, size, age, etc. There is no one specific type that I go for.

One thing I have noticed is I'm really all about juxtaposition. The big guy against the small guy. The older guy against the younger guy. Black against white. Erudite against moron. No, never mind, I won't go there. I've recently caught on to the fact that some of the best tops are actually effete or outright feminine, while some of the butchest guys are nelly bottoms in the bedroom.

And the juxtaposition I like isn't limited to the two bed partners. I find juxtaposition within an individual very, very sexy. Like a guy with jet black hair who's completely smooth and almost pasty white, but has a thick black bush and pit hair. Man that's such a turn on. Or the guy who has a baby face, but when he takes his shirt off, he has a forest of hair on his chest. Juxtaposition.

It's easier to list what I don't like. Generally speaking I'm not attracted to guys my age or older. But since I'm 52, that leaves a lot of guys to be attracted to. I'm also generally not attracted to guys as big as me or bigger. Both of these rules, however, can be trumped by my one ironclad non-negotiable rule: he must have a nice sized cock. No Vienna sausages for me, thank you.

Oh, and I really, really am not attracted to muscle bound guys. A nice defined body is nice. But when your pecs are so big your chest is oozing out of your shirt, no thanks. That's not generally a problem because they're not attracted to me either. We have a mutual repulsion thing going on.

So with that said, I thought I would spend some time, as the mood strikes, to point out guys that I think are hot, along with a little explanation of same. That way everyone will know how to spot the guy that Freddybear is undressing with his eyes.

Rub A Dub Dub. On the beach with five naked chubs....


Yeah I know I took liberties with the nursery rhyme, but I wanted something witty for the title.

All of my chaser friends ran off to Las Vegas for the long Memorial Day weekend. One of those chub things is going on there. Convergence maybe? Or I think it's called BiggerVegas. My chaser buds have run off in search of these guys.

And therein lies my dilemma. There's a chaser hierarchy in San Francisco, and I don't really comfortably fall anywhere in it. 

I'm not big enough for the chub chasers. They like their men really big. I made the mistake of allowing myself to be talked into attending one of those chub things once. It was exactly what I feared it would be. The chasers ignored me, but the chubs thought I was a chaser, so they hit on me. 

I'm too fat for the bear chasers. They're all about the muscle bears. And let's face it, I may have abs, but they're buried under several inches of fat. So that's out.

I'm too old for the cubs, even if they like bigger guys. In other cities, there seems to be a natural attraction between younger cubs and older daddy bears. Not so in San Francisco. The cubs stick with the cubs and the daddy bears stick with the daddy bears.

And that brings me to the daddy bears. I know if I wanted to wade in that pool, I would get plenty of action. But that's just not somewhere I want to go. I don't have a lot in common with the daddy bears. I remember when they changed the Lone Star, the biggest complaint from the regulars was that they changed the music. Instead of playing all kinds of weird rock music, they started playing high energy dance music. So when the daddy bears would bitch about it, I didn't have the guts to tell them that I was thrilled by that change because I love high energy dance music.

Every now and then, I'll run into a guy who thinks I'm the hottest guy in the room, and the attraction is mutual. When that happens, it's fucking magic. Of course the magic ends when I have to say goodbye to him at SFO for his flight back to Barcelona, or Marseilles, or Sao Paulo.

So what's a daddy bear who's too fat, not fat enough, too old, not old enough, and just doesn't fit into any of the San Francisco niches do for a little fun and affection? Well that's why God made airlines.

OH NOES....















































































San Francisco Giants HOTTIE catcher and clean up hitter Buster Posey is out for the season. He was injured during a Marlins game last week.

He had surgery today to place pins in his leg to reposition torn ankle ligaments. He also has a fracture which will heal on its own.

This means extensive recuperation and rehab for Buster, and he will definitely be out for the remainder of the season.


Sunday, May 29, 2011

 


Belinda Carlisle and her 19 year old son, James Duke Mason, recently had an on camera tete-a-tete about his coming out to her, and the revelation's effect on her. Like most parents, she was shocked to find out her son is gay, even though she admits to having several indications beforehand.

It's a nice interview. Belinda seems like a loving, caring mom. And James seems like a grounded guy. Very mature for his age. I expect he will go places. And did I mention he is SUPER HOT?

By the way, here's a little trivia. Belinda's husband, and James' father, is Morgan Mason, former Special Assistant to President Ronald Reagan. He is also the son of actor James Mason.

Here's the video:

Lone Star Wit....

Saturday, May 28, 2011

W.T.F?????



I assume this must be a joke.



The Internets are abuzz that San Francisco's favorite, Urban Outfitters, is run by not-so-closeted teabaggers. Especially the CEO, who apparently donated $13,000 to Rick "frothy mix" Santorum. Miley Cyrus tweeted the news to her fans.

It's no skin off my nuts, because I don't shop there anyway. But hipsters might want to think twice next time they are in the market for plaid shirts and skinny jeans.

Hello Mr. Hottie!

Not the greatest picture, but this guy was totally hot! I happened to see him while I was in the drive thru. He was talking to a mechanic next door.


And I could hear him talking through the open window. He had this really great Australian accent. The icing on the cake.


What a loss. He probably had no idea that, at the very moment he was discussing his brakes, he was also fucking me in my mind.

Queer Quips....

Freddybear: I had sex this week.

Mike: You said you had sworn off sex. How did that happen?

Freddybear: Oh, I don't know. I was just minding my own business and suddenly a cock showed up in my ass.

Mike: Does this mean you've sworn off swearing off sex?

Freddybear: Well, you know what they say. Once you find one cock in your ass it's not long until 10 more show up.

More Queer Quips....

Bryan: I had a date this weekend, but he had to cancel.

Freddybear: Why?

Bryan: He said he was "having health issues."

Freddybear: Tell him to call you when he gets out of rehab.

Thursday, May 26, 2011


A federal judge has ruled that Jared Lee Loughner's mental illness leaves him so deranged and psychotic that he is incompetent to stand trial. So now he will be taken to a federal mental illness facility, where they will work to make him better so he can stand trial.

I've never understood a justice system that says someone is too crazy to stand trial, so let's give him the best of care, and hopefully make him not crazy so we can put him on trial for a crime he committed while he was crazy.

Love their tossed salads....


and don't forget to leave room for some cream pie for dessert.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

A suggestion for StudBB:

If every single one of your videos involves your sitting on a huge dildo that is so big you couldn't possibly take it unless your hole is so stretched out that you could park an 18-wheeler in there,

then maybe you should use a different name than StudBB.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

An historic evening.....


In a special election today in New York's 26th District, one of the most staunchly conservative districts in the state, Democrat Kathy Hochul defeated Repug Jane Corwin. This district has been solidly GOP for decades. It produced Jack Kemp, who would probably be too liberal to win there today.

Pundits are crediting the Democratic victory to voters recoiling from the Paul Ryan/GOP plan to eliminate Medicare for those of us who have paid into the system all of our working lives, but are unfortunate enough to be under the age of 55. A couple of months ago, Hochul had no chance in Hell of winning in the 26th. But after Ryan announced his plan, and Corwin came all over herself about it, the tide turned. And now this district, which was always written off as a no-win for Democrats, is in Democratic hands.

I watched Hochul's victory speech on TV tonight. I swelled with a sense of pride at what Democrats can accomplish if we just get out there and fight. And paint the Republicans for the thugs they are.

And something else swelled when I watched the speech. I wondered "who the fuck is that hottie standing behind her?" Well the answer is he's her son Billy, who is now a first year law student at Notre Dame, following in his daddy's footsteps.

WOOOOF!!!!!!
Now Playing! The GOP Medicare Plan!


My wheels for a couple of days...


The Subaru's in the shop for a couple of days, so I'm driving this little baby.

I've never driven one of these before, so when the car rental guy asked me which one I wanted, I said I would take the Bug.

It's surprisingly roomy, in the front at least. Lots of legroom. And with that curved roof, the headroom is fab-u-lous. None of that crunched up feeling that is so common with small cars. I'm also a big fan of the windows, which are so big you feel like you can see everything. And there's a bunch of fun gadgets on the thing. It takes up a lot less room on the street, so it's easier to park and get around. And it has a nice solid feel.

All in all, I'm impressed. It's a nice, quality ride. But it is very, very bright.

Who writes this stuff?


May 24 will see the stimulating Sun shine a soft, gentle light on Uranus. With change coming so easily, this transit will present an ideal opportunity to try something completely new!


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Uranus will bring some exciting changes to your life!