28 June 2015
By now, whether it be a quiet night out with your gay besties or in an altered state of ecstasy that has you currently tied-up; gagged in a sling; and force fed another whiff of a freshly-opened bottle of poppers, you hopefully have been immersed in the festivities of your own Gay Pride, but you have also been immersed in the momentous occasion of the Supreme Court of the United States' ruling in favor of Gay Marriage, now just marriage.
The excitement still is strong, especially living in the NYC area. But as in the past decade, social media has proven to be the medium where people feel comfortable expressing their agreement or disagreement with the state of affairs here in the US and in other countries. From the Arab Spring to the cries for help and aid during Hurricane Sandy of 2012, the decision and, in some cases, hatred for the gay community is not immune to the voice of the technologically savvy.
On my personal Facebook page, I posted a few hours after the ruling:
I've been fortunate enough to be surrounded by awesome friends and people on facebook. I do feel bad for those who feel they have to "unfriend" because of the ignorance of their contacts and I get the frustration. However, I'm not going to do that. All of you know I'm a teacher and you also know I'm gay. I'd rather be able to school you than dismiss you. If you're against the ruling on GAY marriage - which is now just MARRIAGE - because you believe government has no business in social issues, then that's cool. But if it's an attempt to veil your hatred for homosexuals and the community I belong to, please do yourself a favor and reevaluate the reason why you are "friends" with me. Your call.
I waited. And I waited for backlash. But nothing. Not because I wanted a fight, but secretly because I was afraid of the friends I may lose in sharing or oversharing which I am notorious for doing. But my echo-chamber had possibly been prepping over the years as there was nothing but love and rainbow-altered profile photos. #lovewins
But as quickly as the warm-and-fuzzies ended to let cynicism over the ruling set in, to my dismay, so were the same friends who posted support as they posted their own sad commentary of needing to click "unfriend" for those less supportive.
There is much to go still. Sure the right is recognized, but by whom?
Point of the conversation: It will never be over, but #lovewins.
02 October 2014
Michael Hoffman a couple years ago made videos like the ones posted below and made about $10,000 off of them. One of them, however, showed him not only polishing off his knob, but also partaking in his own cream filling. Have a gander for yourself.
His other more "R" rated video consisted of him just edging and yanking on his noodle. (YAWN.)
The GailyGrind was the first to snag and hyperlink the shit out of this story, so I'm going to leave it to the professionals. Check out their coverage here. What I hate the most about straight guys is when you think they are comfortable in their own skin and then they say something like:
“Hi guys, it’s Michael Hoffman. Most of you know me by now. I just want to say I know there are videos going around of me. I wanted to say a few things. I’m not gay. Those videos I can understand making me look that way – and I respect gay people completely – but I’m not gay, I’m straight.”
Ugh, who the fuck cares? I didn't know you till now. You ain't Tom Cruise, boo boo. No need for the "I'm not gay" video proclamation. The only way you could've made it palatable for me is if you pulled the camera back when you finished talking and punctuating the lame video by revealing a guy giving you a rim job and another catching your load in his mouth, and spitting it into yours. Okaaayyyyy?!
More of Mikey:
Point of the conversation: Let it lie.
20 August 2014
However, I think the time I've given to not being on top of blogging on the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge has afforded the world the beauty that is the human male body.
For those who are still not with the program: through social media avenues, people pour a bucket of ice-filled water on themselves in the name of ALS or Lou Gherig's disease then pass on the deed through challenging friends to do the same or donate $100 to the cause - in some cases, such as mine, some completed the challenge and donated as well.
The philanthropic-fad sweeping the nation has brought some controversy - "Why do that at all? Just donate!"or "Why are you wasting clean water to get motivated to avoid donating to charity?" - But one thing is for certain, just like the Britney Spears head shaving of 2007 or the infamous Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction of 2004, it has garnered enough of the philanthropic at heart to not pass up the chance to not only brandish their half naked bodies on the worldwide interwebs, but also donate to a great cause.
Feast your eyes . . . . HERE.
Or here. . .
Point of the conversation: Just do it.
- Dee Cue
03 July 2014
I always fall for the guy who likes woman wants to dabble with guys and ends up leaving me in the dust. I am totally comfortable with owning up to guys not liking me and moving on; have you read my blog lately? But come on. Seriously?
My love affair with Ian lasted all of three weeks.
I met Ian on Craigslist looking to hook-up late one night. We actually missed each other the first time because I fell asleep and when I posted again the night after because I was brimming with cum, he was quick to respond again.
We finally meet up after an endless exchange of emails - checking if I was discreet (or discrete?), clean, negative, gay, bi, straight, curious, "for real." He of course, was straight and curious. Also, he refused to send a face picture which is usually a deal-breaker, but he was confident in his "VGL" status and even encouraged me to turn him away if I wasn't to standards. I almost had my fill of the 20 Questions game until he asked for my address. JACK POT.
He arrives and was definitely to my standards - breathing with a dick.
He brought over a bottle of vodka and some mixers to calm our nerves and because he "rarely does this." Ian was very intelligent with a great job. Allegedly, newly out of a relationship - with a girl - and was open to newer things sexually. So we finished a few rounds of vodka sodas and ended up making out and fucking.
We hung out again, but after that, I didn;t hear from him for a week. To which he sent a long text about feeling bad. "Why?" "So much going on in my life and my girlfriend is trying to talk to me again." Sigh. I told him to do what he had to do and hopefully we could hang again in the future. The future was three hours later. That night though, after playing in-and-out, he suggested looking for a third.
My apartment became a revolving door of third parties, the last of whom stayed the night. The three of us. In my bed. Oy vey!
Another full week passes and when I contact him, he tells me he is seeing someone and HE wants to be exclusive. Ian wants to be open to it so he doesn't think it would be a good idea for use to meet up just yet. WHAT?! I told him I was happy for him, but was regretful I didn't ask about a homosexual exclusivity pact because I would have been totally open to the idea of a relationship with him - I just thought he wasn't even about that life because of his insistence on a third and fourth and fifth and sixth. Bah.
Point of the conversation: Beware the str8 man.
30 June 2014
Last night, as the music was dying down on the pier...as the drag queens were de-lashing...as the out-of-towners were getting on their flights to the next pride-party in X-City, I stumbled upon my young-not-yet-20-friend's Facebook status that read:
I'm probably gonna get so much shit for saying this but I think pride is the most ridiculous thing ever. If gay people think they need to celebrate pride to feel good about themselves, then straight people should have pride to, because whether your gay or straight we should all have pride in ourselves for who we are, we don't need a few days every year to celebrate it we should be celebrating our pride everyday. End of story
To which I replied:
Oh [friend], so much to learn. Pride is all about being able to be who you are. The Stonewall Riots (look it up) is what it was all about. [Th]ere was a time when you were arrested for being open. Pride is a celebration of that end.
And followed up with:
Straight people are lucky they don't have a parade. They don't have to prove anything or celebrate the end of hatred.
There were a lot of comments in favor of what he said, agreement with my soap-box, and some pax-freaks who want everyone to be happy. This is one discussion I won't idly stand-by on. As I as proudly wrote years ago in Sticks and Stonewall, there were many who fought for the basic human right of being who you are and want to be. For someone, albeit a young friend of mine, to be as naive to say "I don't get it" is seriously a heinous display of ignorance. Sure, have your opinion, but to not understand and know the struggle the gays before you endured as you sit there in judgement of those who do appreciate in their own way by parading around in leather and feather is even more "disgusting."
Sashay away, gurl.
Point of the conversation: We're here. We're queer. Get used to it.
22 February 2014
One of the best parts of my chosen career path is it affords me time away to get the fuck out of Dodge for extended periods of time. After some deliberation, the holiday destination chosen was Buenos Aires. Aside from my affinity to good ol' Madge and her semi-splendid rendition of "Evita" and the quest for a tasty empanada, I really had no outstanding reason to go. Except for one. This wouldn't be a true STWTG post unless a guy were involved, so of course: a guy is involved.
Initially a Grindr interest whose time expired, Mike and I have known each other, on a technicality, for the past year - touching base randomly but not ever quite being able to meet - and physically for the past four months or so. More on that later.
Mike, a mid-western 28 year old white boy, is a pretty smart guy. And when he reads this, he will throw it in my face any time he deems it necessary - and maybe screen-shot the post and throw that in my face, too. (Eeooww!) In any case, we both agreed on Buenos Aires for two reasons: one, neither of us had been to South America and two, it's winter down there at the time of this posting. (NYC in July? Girl, I can't.) Additionally, he knows four languages. English, Korean, Spanish and American Sign Language. Six languages if you count Sassy Bitch and Hashtag. The point is his promising-omniglot status would come in handy. And it did.
My Spanish sucks long, uncut Castilian chorizo. The con queso sin cebolla kind. For much of the trip, I kept my comments to a "sí" or a "no" with a smattering of "gracías" here and there with a sprinkling of "muchas." I felt like a US official with a personal translator - whose cock I jerked, sucked, and rode on their South American tour. They do that, right?
When we got to Buenos Aires, I felt lost. Nothing familiar: language, feeding times, public bathrooms. Nothing. My reliance was on Mike and I suppose I liked that. On day three of our 10 day Rainbow Tour, we went to a bar/club/strip show with a sassy, fast-talking drag queen. Of course, she picked out the two of us to come up on stage and grind with the hot as fuck BA boys. I may or may not have had an unwanted cock in my face with only sheer Lycra separating us.
By this point, I had thrown back enough (....) to give me strength to twerk up a storm with the locals. Mistake. Thinking that I attracted two leather clad boys with my salsa skills, one caressed and dirty danced with me while the other felt me up and pick pocketed the shit out of me. Alas, he had stolen my iPhone and before I knew it, they were long gone.
There were things about him that trip I could not stand about him. And I am sure he can say the same about me. But the one thing that made me forget it every single time was the gentleness and understanding he had the next morning when the liquor wore off and the bass beat stopped. We laid there in bed the next morning and he held me. Well, after I jerked him off.
Point of the conversation: there is good in everyone.