Bio: I am a gay male cocksucking blogger, providing inspiration and support for others who enjoy male-to-male oral sex too.
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I’m back and I apologize for being lame and leaving this site to fester. I’m no better than my deadbeat biological father, Robert Lane Siegel of Atlanta, Georgia.
I’m in school for nonfiction writing (yeah, I don’t know what it is, either) so I left Los Angeles for a place with one gay bar and a Craigslist Men Seeking Men section that averages two new postings per day. One of the two posters fluctuates between ages 57 and 59 and is desperately seeking his long lost “twink son.” I keep telling him I’M HERE, I’M HERE, but the fucker won’t write me back.
I need new pics.
I will be updating this shit from now on.
With the current climate of disdain for insurance companies, especially Blue Cross, I want to take a moment out and acknowledge the company with the balls to raise premiums 40% at one time.
Blue Cross Blue Shield telephone hold message:
Hey guys, a weekend at the lake sounds fun, but be aware of the dangers involved. Males are three times as likely to die from drowning and fireworks than females.
This summer don’t be a show-off, and leave the heavy duty fireworks to the professionals.
Thumbing through my LA Gay and Lezzie Film festival guide, I was forlorn to see a too-attractive wasp sitting at a typewriter wearing a white tee and Buddy Holly glasses with the word “HOWL” next to it and, moreover, the name “James Franco” under that. I say Goddamn! Put a hot guy in anything and gays will eat it up. Shit. Ginsberg wasn’t a hot Aryan, he was a handsome Jew. James Franco is a mere showpiece, a tart. Where’s Jeff Goldblum when you need him?
Now I’m not one of those gays who thinks everyone is gay but comedian Doug Benson is gay. Fine. Mum’s the word, I don’t care. But when you start fronting like you bow at the velvet meat curtains, I have to call a queen out.
While partaking in Pot Christmas, April 20, I tuned into the lackadaisical 2007 documentary, Super High Me, starring Mr. Benson, and knew I was watching a fellow sista. He has the walk: the stiff, controlled gait of a man with a secret. He has the voice: a throat that’s not satisfied without a dick in it. And, finally, he has gay face (see link). He’s a classic closet case using marijuana to avoid his gay reality. It’s okay honey, I get it.
I wouldn’t bother to bring this up except that in one scene of his stand-up comedy which is interspersed throughout the film, Benson starts talking about how pussy is one of his favorite things other than weed! Now this is where I draw the gay line: you don’t front like you prone to pussy eating when you’re really a Cockstruzel. Please. The only pussy he likes is cat. His pussy of choice is asshole. The pussy he visits most is a glory hole in a park restroom. In which case, I like pussy too.
Fuck Hurt Locker, I wanted Jeremy Renner ever since I saw him portray serial killer, Jeffrey Dahmer, in the film, “Dahmer.” I would let him fuck me, carve me up like so many Thanksgiving turkeys, and devour me any old day.
I thought I saw him once when I was drunk in West Hollywood and I was like, “You, you’re Jeffrey Dahmer–no, no, no I mean you played Jeffery Dahmer.” And he denied it. And I was like you’re not a big enough star to deny that you are who I know you are. Rude.