Some people just work my last nerve with the "being gay doesn't define me" line.

You know what I'm talking about. "There's more to me than being gay." "Being gay is just a small part of me. It doesn't define me." Like being gay is a pretty shirt you can pull out of the closet when you're in the mood. And I chose the closet analogy on purpose.

I have news for you, sister. Being gay is everything about you. There is nothing that is with you more than your gayness. Not your religion. Not your family. Not your job. Nothing. Your gayness is with you 24/7 every day of your life until you breathe your last breath.

And by the way, that's exactly how the world defines you, whether you like it or not. Get over it.

My first thought was "Wow, too much makeup." I didn't even recognize him. But, then again, who's looking at his face?

from wickedgayblog

OK, I get that I'm the only gay guy in the world who is not obsessed by Glee. It's not because I don't like it. Honestly, I've never been interested enough to watch. Until now. I was flipping through the channels and came across the show. And I see this gorgeous hunk of guy. His name is Darren Criss. He plays a gay student on Glee. Apparently a recent addition.

I look him up and discover he's 23 years old. A native of San Francisco. He's been in a couple of Broadway-type things. Looks like his big claim to fame, so far, is this gig on Glee.

All I can do is give him a big WOOOOOOF!

Hope to see more of him. In the meantime, I'll just have to settle for this shirtless pic.

What a nice way to start the day....

The garage door was in need of replacing. The company said their guy would be by between 9 and noon. I told them I probably wouldn't be here, but since it's a detached garage, their workman could just go around to the door and enter the garage. I would leave it unlocked. They agreed. All was arranged.

The day arrived. I was getting ready for work. I hopped in the shower a little after 9. While in the shower, I heard the phone ring. I let it go to voicemail. A couple of minutes later there's a knock at the door.

WHAT THE FUCK! I TOLD THEM TO JUST GO INTO THE GARAGE! I'M IN THE SHOWER! WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY WANT????

I grab a towel. Still dripping water from my head and my big, hairy body, I wrap the towel around my waist. I stomp out of the shower, down the hall, through the living room, dripping water all the way. Dramatically, I fling the door open, expecting to see some gnarly worker guy.

But....standing before me is a gorgeous, 20-something cub. "So sorry to bother you, sir. I was hoping you could move your car in front of the garage door." Stammering and embarrassed, I said "Of course. I was in the shower. I'll be out after I dry off and get dressed."

"Take your time," he said. "I don't mind waiting. This is the only appointment I have all morning. My name's Brandon. What's yours?"

What is the deal with guys shaving their pubes? It seems like every guy I see is bald "down there." What's up with that?

Maybe it's not fashionable, but, to me, there's nothing sexier than a nice hairy bush on a guy. And I have to admit it's hot feeling a guy's pubic hair rubbing against my butt. A bare pubis is definitely not as exciting.

The only thing worse than bare pubes is when a guy has Hitler's mustache over his cock. I'm sorry, but when I'm about to have sex, I don't want to be reminded of Auschwitz.

What Have They Done With My President?

For the last two years I have watched while this man, for whom I had such high hopes, has drifted into irrelevancy. After the mandate he and the Democrats won in 2008, I expected an FDR-like 100 days of kicking ass and taking names. Instead we have a cross between Millard Fillmore and Warren Harding.

The repugs made it clear, even before he was inaugurated, that their only goal for the next four years was to oppose anything he proposed and make him a one term president. What part of that did you not understand Mr. President? You have done nothing but kiss the asses of the very people who hate you and want nothing more than to see you defeated in 2012.

And I'm not even talking about issues that are important to me as a gay man. I've pretty much written off any hope of getting any of that done under our "fierce advocate." I'm talking about issues that are important to me as an American. Every issue, from health care to the Bush tax cuts for the rich, this man has caved to the repugs.

And he has the audacity to lecture US, his base, on being sanctimonious and too concerned with ideological purity. Maybe if he had been a little more sanctimonious and concerned about the issues he campaigned on, he wouldn't be in the position he is today.

So I have a thing for Justin Long. I've liked him since I saw him in Jeepers Creepers. So when his latest movie, Going The Distance, showed up on PPV, I was compelled to rent it.

Justin is this 20-something guy who has no trouble bedding women, even though he knows nothing about them. There's not a sensitive bone in his body. Until he meets Drew Barrymore. Then he falls in love and turns into this big pile of romantic mush, etc. etc.

Unfortunately, Justin lives in New York and Drew lives in San Francisco. She's in town for a summer internship, but returns to San Francisco several weeks after they meet. The rest of the movie deals with the perils of problems of a long distance relationship.

It's a typical chick flick. Lots of romance, teary moments, and feel-good moments as well. And, as they usually do, the boy gets the girl in the end.

But in all honesty, I just rented it to see Justin's ass.

Worst Porn Moment.....

So I'm flipping through some online porn tonight and come across a film called "Casual Fridays" that looks interesting. Until one guy takes out a wet wipe and cleans the smegma off the other guy's cock. What the fuck was that?

I'm a big fan of cleanliness when having sex. No one comes near me unless I've been in a shower first. So you can imagine how I felt when I saw that. Smegma???? What the fuck??

And to top it off smegma guy had dirty fingernails too. I guess after wading through a pile of cheese curds, a little grit under the nails isn't that big of a deal. Needless to say this particular bit of Eurotrash porn gets a big thumbs down from this daddybear.