...with this photo.
Showing posts with label men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label men. Show all posts
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Sunday, November 2, 2008
I Found My New Dream Man
The photo makes me seem super shallow but look it. He's rockin' the shaved head. That bad-boy kind of white-thug look. I mean the bling on the ears. THEN Chuck Taylors!!! Ala alternative kids. Huge crush!
Okay, I'll admit that his body is sick. But regular human beings can rock the shaved head, ear bling and Chucks look. I'm pretty sure I've seen it happen.
Okay, I'll admit that his body is sick. But regular human beings can rock the shaved head, ear bling and Chucks look. I'm pretty sure I've seen it happen.
Monday, July 21, 2008
A Love Letter!
Dear Boys,
Yes, to boys. All men over 30 need not apply. Men under 21, grow up.
I love you. It's true. You who walk alone on the street. You who walk with your other bros down the street headed to drunkville. I. Love. You. Be not scared for it is I who begs on thy knees for thee.
I feel like Carrie Bradshaw when she had a dream where she walks up to complete strangers and kisses them.
I am this horny. I fear for the safety of our nation's men.
Sincerely,
The Insincere
Monday, June 23, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Monday Male
Uh...I found him somewhere online. Heeeello cute. I can't resist a guy with a shaved head. Not many could pull it off my friends. Not many at all.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
A Fetish of Mine?
Okay, I had this photo originally up on my post on Monday, but I took it down and replaced it because it featured one of the things that drives me absolutely crazy regarding men. Crazy in the good sense of course.
I love, love, LOVE when guys wear tennis shoes and I can see their ankles. Either they wear below ankle socks or no socks at all. I love it. It revs my engine. What is this? It's not so much the shoe, but the ankle. How f*ing weird. And a naked guy with tennis shoes on...forget about it!
I love, love, LOVE when guys wear tennis shoes and I can see their ankles. Either they wear below ankle socks or no socks at all. I love it. It revs my engine. What is this? It's not so much the shoe, but the ankle. How f*ing weird. And a naked guy with tennis shoes on...forget about it!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Goddamn I'm Grood!
I mean good and great. Great and good.
Okay, I didn't get Achievement in Editing (stupid Bourne Ultimatum) and Best Animated Feature (stupid Disney/Pixar). But really. I'm good.
Okay, I didn't get Achievement in Editing (stupid Bourne Ultimatum) and Best Animated Feature (stupid Disney/Pixar). But really. I'm good.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Gratitude for Lack of Altitude
I really have no clue what is bothering me so much.
I'm stressed on the job front because this time I'm holding out for something that I'll be with for a while. Like a long while. But there are no jobs that I want in Mid-Mo. Seriously. My mom hasn't been too harsh on me, but I know she's annoyed about the whole borrowing money thing.
I also enjoy not working. Haha. I mean I enjoy not having a grinding routine. I just want a really kick-ass job now. I want something totally deserving of my time and intelligence. The Humane Society just sucked the life out of me. Not because the work was excruciating or too difficult, but because it occupied so much of my time and emotion. Honestly I'm better off, but I miss my co-workers and I miss having a pay check. Getting fired totally side-swiped me.
I'm also very lonely. I just want a boyfriend. I need that part of my life to be fulfilled and the void always seems to be getting wider and wider. My patience also seems to be thinning and dissolving.
I'm going to go after this Missouri Theater job. I'll flood their inbox with damn e-mails until they respond dammit!
I think I'm going to go to STL this weekend to pursue an internship at the magazine Sheniqua is currently interning for right now. I'd love to work along side her, but I don't know if she'll be there? They're having an internship open house and I think that will be better for me than a fucking cover letter. I don't know why cover letters are hard for me, but they are. Maybe it's because I feel they're so limiting. I mean think about it: you have four paragraphs top to sell yourself and your experience when all you want to write is, "I have a fucking college education, can pick-up anything if instructed competently, and will bring an awesome dynamic to the workplace." Seems simple enough, right? But that is not the case. I hope I can see Sheniqua. I miss that girl. Plus, a spring internship would be great, granted I'd have to get a part-time job to support myself, but the experience would be amazing. Combine that with my writing experience already PLUS contacts in the publishing industry. Hopefully that could land me a job in Cali.
Bottom line: I think freelance, for all of its chaos, would be a perfect field for me. It's not 9 to 5. It's unconventional.
I never thought I'd be so against the establishment, but I can't do the daily grind.
I was talking with Amanda a couple of hours ago. She's been going through basically the same stuff, job and male frustrations, and we talked about how these hard times will only make us stronger and more interesting. We both don't want that same daily pony show and we're scrapping by. It's hard for sure. But we also are having more fun. This is true. Time is also going by more slowly, too. And we both agree that because we aren't doing the normal routine we are experiencing more and enjoying our time more because we have the time to do so. Too bad everyone can't have that.
I'm grateful.
I'm stressed on the job front because this time I'm holding out for something that I'll be with for a while. Like a long while. But there are no jobs that I want in Mid-Mo. Seriously. My mom hasn't been too harsh on me, but I know she's annoyed about the whole borrowing money thing.
I also enjoy not working. Haha. I mean I enjoy not having a grinding routine. I just want a really kick-ass job now. I want something totally deserving of my time and intelligence. The Humane Society just sucked the life out of me. Not because the work was excruciating or too difficult, but because it occupied so much of my time and emotion. Honestly I'm better off, but I miss my co-workers and I miss having a pay check. Getting fired totally side-swiped me.
I'm also very lonely. I just want a boyfriend. I need that part of my life to be fulfilled and the void always seems to be getting wider and wider. My patience also seems to be thinning and dissolving.
I'm going to go after this Missouri Theater job. I'll flood their inbox with damn e-mails until they respond dammit!
I think I'm going to go to STL this weekend to pursue an internship at the magazine Sheniqua is currently interning for right now. I'd love to work along side her, but I don't know if she'll be there? They're having an internship open house and I think that will be better for me than a fucking cover letter. I don't know why cover letters are hard for me, but they are. Maybe it's because I feel they're so limiting. I mean think about it: you have four paragraphs top to sell yourself and your experience when all you want to write is, "I have a fucking college education, can pick-up anything if instructed competently, and will bring an awesome dynamic to the workplace." Seems simple enough, right? But that is not the case. I hope I can see Sheniqua. I miss that girl. Plus, a spring internship would be great, granted I'd have to get a part-time job to support myself, but the experience would be amazing. Combine that with my writing experience already PLUS contacts in the publishing industry. Hopefully that could land me a job in Cali.
Bottom line: I think freelance, for all of its chaos, would be a perfect field for me. It's not 9 to 5. It's unconventional.
I never thought I'd be so against the establishment, but I can't do the daily grind.
I was talking with Amanda a couple of hours ago. She's been going through basically the same stuff, job and male frustrations, and we talked about how these hard times will only make us stronger and more interesting. We both don't want that same daily pony show and we're scrapping by. It's hard for sure. But we also are having more fun. This is true. Time is also going by more slowly, too. And we both agree that because we aren't doing the normal routine we are experiencing more and enjoying our time more because we have the time to do so. Too bad everyone can't have that.
I'm grateful.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Quotin' Quotables
"I Love women, I just don’t fall in love with them, but I’m attracted to them. I find their bodies beautiful, and I can relate to them as the pursues, because of course as a gay man you understand what it is to be taken – to be an object to your partner – as well as what it’s like to be the aggressor"~ Tom Ford.
...Amen my brotha'! I think that's one of the most perfect descriptions for people to understand what the hell it's like to be gay.
...Amen my brotha'! I think that's one of the most perfect descriptions for people to understand what the hell it's like to be gay.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
The me, the you
I’ve been thinking lately of how innately sexual life is. Not just in a sexual sense, though that is nice. Don’t get me wrong, I love being physical and the aspects that surround it, but sex is also the aspect of two coming together. The yen, the yang.
I’ve been noticing the way there’s that sexual dance in every relationship in life. The balance of it. The give, the take.
In the Earth, it is the water and the air. The way the moon dances into the sky shying away the rays of the sun. The way the rays gently caress the night and they hold each other tight as they roll over with the Earth between them. The earth, the sky.
In nature it is the way the roots hold on to the soil. Each plant holds tightly to the ground. Both give to each other creating a balance. Each fulfills its roll in a greater purpose that no one really understands. The destiny, the chance.
There is more to every relationship than its being. I won’t pretend to know or understand the answers. The destiny of everything and every one. Is this God? I don’t know. I know it’s something greater though. Something is there and I don’t think you cannot feel it. The me, the you.
The coming together of two people. The exchange. The giving of both on such a scale that for one split second, when both are released, everything is drawn in. The give, the take. The earth, the sky. The destiny, the chance. The force, the distance. The push, the pull. The space, the time. The hurt, the joy. The triumph, the pain. The trials, the tribulations. The good, the bad. The yin, the yang. The me, the you.
(Originally written 13/10/07)
I’ve been noticing the way there’s that sexual dance in every relationship in life. The balance of it. The give, the take.
In the Earth, it is the water and the air. The way the moon dances into the sky shying away the rays of the sun. The way the rays gently caress the night and they hold each other tight as they roll over with the Earth between them. The earth, the sky.
In nature it is the way the roots hold on to the soil. Each plant holds tightly to the ground. Both give to each other creating a balance. Each fulfills its roll in a greater purpose that no one really understands. The destiny, the chance.
There is more to every relationship than its being. I won’t pretend to know or understand the answers. The destiny of everything and every one. Is this God? I don’t know. I know it’s something greater though. Something is there and I don’t think you cannot feel it. The me, the you.
The coming together of two people. The exchange. The giving of both on such a scale that for one split second, when both are released, everything is drawn in. The give, the take. The earth, the sky. The destiny, the chance. The force, the distance. The push, the pull. The space, the time. The hurt, the joy. The triumph, the pain. The trials, the tribulations. The good, the bad. The yin, the yang. The me, the you.
(Originally written 13/10/07)
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
No. 2
While not really famous, I would say having your image stamped on thousands of Hanes underwear packages is enough to qualify. Josh Wald. C'est magnifique.
No. 4
Laura Linny's object of lust in Love Actually and cast member of Lost, Rodrigo Santoro. There are photos of him clean-cut sans scruff. I like him shaggy.
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