There’s a saying about a frog in a cooking pot; throw him into boiling water and he jumps right out, but if you put him in cold water and heat it up slowly, he’ll hardly notice as he’s dissolving into amphibian soup.
Nensha, bitches.
It’s a term I tangentially referred to in an earlier post this month, and a theory I’m frankly fascinated with.
Casey’s a long, tall drink of water. Sort of shy, and a little too quiet sometimes. He seems happiest when he’s hanging out with the other guys in the dorm, playing video games or thumbing through old copies of Hustler magazine.
My Guidodom obsession is well-chronicled and sprawlingly elaborate. Yet still I go unfulfilled.
Though MTV has yet again mined the depths of human materialistic depravity in its latest semi-verite house of horrors entry Jersey Shore — featuring a roster of roided-out, leather-skinned dry humps who gave me instant roddage — why in Hell [.
Two frat guys that just happened to meet in a San Diego Abercrombie and Fitch store? Could this tale possibly be any more cliched? Do you believe this story? Neither did I.
American schools are ground-zero for the so-called “culture war,” and that’s a good thing.
Investigative journalist Max Blumenthal discusses the Republican closet and the sado-authoritarian culture that produces right-wing evangelicals in his new book Republican Gomorrah.
What’s in a name? We all have our personal forms of rebellion, and in Kay’s case, baring all isn’t about the cash or the fame; it’s his big “Fuck you!” to Mom and Dad.
Next time anti-gay groups launch a public referendum to strip same-sex couples of their civil rights, I’d like to see a television ad like this as a response:
Two married women and their young children are happily raking leaves in front of a cozy, suburban-style home, laughing as one of the kids leaps into the pile.
He sank beneath the wave,
No mother there to save,
No father’s hand to help him,
He filled a water’s grave.
Hi, I’m Baby Billy.
Life doesn’t begin at conception, people — it starts the moment you realize the kind of dicktardery you’ve dropped out into.
We wonder if our latest Cruiser Dudes, Tobey and Troy are aware of the deep history connected with their shocking discovery last week in Mom’s kitchen?
Yes, the ritual of autofellatio goes all the way back to ancient times.
It’s the dilemma nigh-every attractive, cash-strapped city boy faces in a tough economic climate: is it wrong to sell it on-the-side to get by?
Every megalopolis has its resident Red Light Land, the bounds of which are not limited to a compartmentalized Times Square, The Castro, or Santa Monica Boulevard.
Vampires are evolving. The once-demonic, batlike beings bent on fulfilling their selfish and wicked desires for human blood have been on a steady path toward personal discovery and social acceptance.
The Face of an Era! The Cock of an Era!
And The Cutest Top Boy that Ever Lived!
It was with deep shock and regret that Shawn Baker’s popular Alexyss K. Tylor deconstruction was waylaid, only days after it debuted on Nightcharm, back in August of 2007.
Born on the island of Puerto Rico, Antonio Biaggi sports equipment that some anatomy experts have dubbed: A Sequoia of Flesh.
You know, sometimes you gotta switch it up.
Personally, my ladder of jerk-off fodder goes as follows: porn stars at the top rung, followed by TV stars, then movie actors, the douches from Tool Academy battling it out with the date rapists from Hot Chicks With Douche Bags for the fourth tier, then pro wrestlers, [.
Naked and sacred is a tall order to pull off, but Colby deserves props for nailing both. Ripped, stripped, and lush-lipped, this is a guy who, frankly, knows he deserves to be worshipped.
This guy has great prison biceps. We truly hope that there’s irony involved here, but who can really tell anymore?