woof?

Auggie had a playdate with his new friend Rocco this weekend.

Bulldog playdates aren't too action packed.

pucker up

Holiday fun from one of the best illustrators out there.

oldie but goodie

I would kidnap this one in a heartbeat.

i'm in a fog

these videos help.

raspberry sorbet

Thank you POPMUSE for posting this song! I've been listening to it non-stop.

I'm also in love with this clip from Muppets Tonight. I'm pretty sure I had that neon grellow baggy rayon turtleneck... mine was from Oaktree for sure.

fuck christmas, yo!

I'm not feeling the holidays this year, but this video made chuckel.. enjoy!

eat romaine

I Love you, Romaine Patterson!!!

The only thing I wanted for Christmas was a copy of BUTT BOOK. Thanks to Romaine, I just got it!

I can't wait to go home and read it cover to cover!!!

So now that I got the only thing I wanted for x-mas, I thought I'd give a shout-out to a charity that I think is really great and one that I know Romaine supports too...

Give a few bucks to The Matthew Shepard Foundation, I am.

yes, when and where

Why the fuck did I wait so long to read Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary!?!

I bought the book years ago for a class I was taking at NYU. We never got to the book during the course of the semester. I got rid of most of the unread books from school, however I never threw this one out. I picked it up a couple of weeks ago because it’s a small mass-market that can easily fit into my pocket for subway reading. At first I thought it would just be a filler book that I would read the first couple of chapters of until I could get something I really wanted to read.. however, I became completely rapt with the book. You should really read it. Really.

It’s pretty amazing that the themes of Flaubert’s 1856 novel seem so friggin’ contemporary. It’s about the unhappy Madame Bovary. She wants to lead a glamourous life but is stuck living in a small town, married to a guy she doesn’t love. She does some really fucked up shit and falls into severe credit debt.. it’s really poignient.. at least for me.

I found myself carrying a highlighter and dog-earing pages of the book as I read. Ohh, how happy my professor who assigned the book would be! Here are a few of my favorites:

No matter: she was not happy, and never had been. Why was life so unsatisfying? Why did everything she leaned on instantly crumble into dust?... But id somewhere there existed a strong, handsome man with a valorous, passionate and refined nature, a poet’s soul in the form of an angel, a lyre with strings of bronze intoning elegiac nuptial songs to the heavens, why was it not possible that she might meet him some day? No, it would never happen! Besides, nothing was worth seeking – everything was a lie! Each smile hid a yawn of boredom, each joy a curse, each pleasure its own disgust; and the sweetest kisses only left on one’s lips a hopeless longing for a higher ecstasy.

Her pride swelled: never before had she felt such esteem for herself or such contempt for others. And she was exalted by a feeling of belligerency. She wished she could attack all men, spit in their faces, grind them into the dust. She walked swiftly along the road, pale, trembling and furious, scanning the empty horizon with tear-filled eyes and almost delighting in the hatred that was choking her.

He, this man of great experience, could not distinguish dissimilarities of feeling beneath familiarities of expression. Because lascivious or venal lips had murmured the same words to him, he now had little belief in their sincerity when he heard them from Emma; they should be taken with a grain of salt, he thought, because the most exaggerated speeches usually hid the weakest feelings -- as though the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow into the emptiest phrases, since no one can ever express the exact measure of his needs, his conceptions or his sorrows, and human speech is like a cracked pot on which we beat out rhythms for bears to dance to when we are striving to make music that will wring tears from the stars.

If you have some extra time over the holidays and wanna read a beautifully written novel of infidelity, discontent, death and despair, pick up a copy of Madame Bovary.

In homage to M Bovary, enjoy a video of one of my other favorite Madames. “Yes, when and where.”… brilliant.

the machine of a dream

I've been working on a new account that involves racing. Our spokesperson is Tony Stewart.

Am I crazy, or is he HOT AS SHIT?!

jizz the season?

I’ve had masturbation on the brain a lot as of late. Ummm… actually, not really as of late.. more like since I was nine years old.

Now I know I’m not the only one out there who takes advantage of the opportunity to spend a little quality time with himself. But I think I might be on the high end of the spectrum. I’ve pretty much taken EVERY opportunity for self-exploration (yuck!.. that sounds very Color Purple.. no hand-mirrors involved.. well, maybe just once..) over the last 23 years or so.

The quality and quantity of my endeavors has not really changed much over the years. Factors like being in my messy-drug-phase, living at my parent’s house as a teen, having a roommate in college, etc. have not really affected or thwarted my hairy-palm inducing mission(s). Having a lot of actual sex, be it slutting it up in video booths, bars or online, or being in monogamous relationships never made a blip on my radar either. In fact, all of the above usually just added fuel to the fire that is the never-ending reel of dirty, drippy, and diabolical mantasies in my brain.

As a kid, a light breeze could set me off. Seeing briefs hanging on a clothesline to dry, the horrific yet tantalizing time spent in the HS locker room, drunken dads at backyard BBQs, my friggin’ bus driver (NOT the bull-dagger), the horny neighbor kid, the entire football and wrestling teams, my obviously well-hung 10th grade English teacher, the issues of penthouse and hustler hidden in the back of my dad’s closet… this is the stimulation I craved and sought out on a daily basis.

When I got older and moved out on my own, the freedom of adulthood allowed me to supplement the quest for fantasy-fodder with self-bought porn, trips to the bars and sex clubs, and a little bit o’ genuine man-to-man action. My mantasies became a little broader and included Arab deli-workers, cab drivers, THE BEARS, older guys, daddies, all things rough and tough, hairy guys, married men… you get it.

Enter the internet.

Volumes have been written about the internet as porn delivery device... blah, blah, blah. Google that shit if you wanna know more. I got my first taste in 1998 when I got my first hand-me-down gateway with a dial-up connection.

“Hey, AOL, how you doin’? Yeah, I’m a’ight, could you find me some fat-daddy-dick within two blocks of my apartment?? No, not him, he fakes his stats. Ummm.. yeah.. him… he did the trick last time. Ohhh… wait… yeah, HUNGHAIRYSLOPEDAD69420… let’s go with him!” (Similar conversations were had between me and my buddy, gay.com, although that friendship was much shorter lived.)

The true gift that the internet gave me was 24/7 non-stop access to glorious man-ass. I’m not just talkin’ about hook-up sites. The actual communication aspect of those sites is secondary to the hot amateur photos of the ex-football jock in Omaha and the dirty-minded daddy in Quebec City. Sure, I can talk sex with the best of them, but what I really dig is seeing what people put out there for everyone to see. If I do crossover into the realm of cybersex, it usually hasta be dirty, smarmy or a least a little creative. Like building an elaborate scenario over the course of several conversations or giving one another photo assignments.. blah blah blah.

Today, my consumption of internet porn is at a fun, healthy and satisfying high. Give me a couple of hours of bearporn.com, bigmusclebears.com, bear411.com and now xtube.com and I’m set. Give me a whole day to peruse the manternet and I’m GOLDEN!

Call me crazy, call me a horn dog, call me a recluse, call me a pervert, (or.. as some of you might opt, tell me to take my own life), but I fuckin’ love it. I don’t know how I lived without this shit! If I had access to the world of internet porn as a kid I would have been an even bigger masturbation machine. In fact, I’m quite upset with young men today. Were they taking proper advantage of the wonderful advances in technology we would not see a single one of them on the street. ever. There would be no gang-violence, no dangerous skateboarders, all male extracurricular activities would be forced out of existence…. it would look like a typical day on Wonder Woman’s Paradise Island for sure.

Not sure what spurred this post. But I’m gonna blame it on the Holiday Spirit and/or Jesus. I actually think I’m going to forego going home for the holidays, buying gifts and singing carols and just make a bit of extra time for me, masturbation and internet porn.

Jizz the season... maybe?

i am a fighter and i, i ain't gonna stop

not MY momma

if ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose

I'll be your sexual freak of the week

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And here's a little FREEK! to give you some inspiration!


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