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When I found this pic today, a lot of thoughts ran through my head, like damn, that dude would tear up that boypussy like newspaper. Then I realised that no, it couldn't be true. I'm familiar with both of these XXX stars, and man, unless one has done Honey I shrunk the bottom, or the other has done an Incredible Hulk, it just couldn't possibly be true. And that's cos it aint. This is the real pic in real proportions. I kinda enjoy the fantastical tension of the photoshopped version myself. Full story...
Some folk know them as a woodchuck, others call them a land beaver, whereas others refer to them as the whistlepig.
If it looks like spring, and smells like spring, then it nearly must be spring. At least the catalogues being dumped in my letterbox think so - I treat them as a barometer of the seasons.
I tried to resist but didn't want to be the only gay blogger in the world to ignore Her Madgesty's 50th birthday! See, I am a conformist after all eh?So dear M, happy birthday to you, and thanks for all of the good times and fun material.
A kindly reader named Peter sent me this rather amusing image of a boy doll. He thought Barry Bottom and Fat Harry could do with a twinkie friend.
He is the King of the Pool. It's undeniable. Michael Phelps is a superSTAR swimmer. Almost unbeatable in China 2008.
RARITIES, B-SIDES, AND OTHER STUFF—SARAH MCLACHLAN [SONY BMG]The honey-dipped vocals of Sarah McLachlan have been a favourite with Sapphic sisters and songbird admirers from some time now.
It's amazing what one finds on a wander through the back streets of their neighbourhood. I had dropped my car off for a service which meant a brisk walk to work (not in the city office, but the outreach site near my home).
So here I am, surviving on a budget tighter than a budgie sphincter for my much anticipated trip to the States, when the blessed AussieBum boys send me this invite to come shopping with them.
Monday needs to be renamed. The silicon chip inside my brain gets switched to overload, nobody wants to go to work today, we all want to stay at home.
It's Sunday morning and I'm lying in bed, all snug and warm, watching the rain fall outside my window and the local magpies perched in the leafless tree, shivering in the cold.
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