Halloween 3some

Hey y'all! I wanted to post a few fabulous Halloween pics for you before I jump out of the house and across the street for the big Halsted Halloween Parade.

First off is my good friend Angel over at Angel's Crash Pad dressed in his uber-brilliant "Britney at the VMA's" costume. And to add even more fabulosity, that's Angel's friend Brad dressed as "Larry Craig" - - complete with toilet stalls!!!


The next two are from by friend Eric - - the brilliant director of UGLY BABY and the talented opera composer who constantly amazes me.

This is a pumpkin trying to be an ass...

...and this is an ass trying to be a pumpkin...


It's Halloween, folks. It's supposed to be scary and hurt your eyes!!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

To Catch a Necrophiliac

Welcome to a little Halloween game I like to call, "To Catch a Necrophiliac."

If you were to read just this part of the newspaper report...

"A part-time lab technician at Holy Name Hospital was caught having sex with the body of a 92-year-old woman in the hospital's morgue, authorities said Monday."

And then were given this line-up, who would you believe to be the culprit?

A) The creepy entertainer from your 8 year old birthday party, "Magic Bob"

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B) Mr. Six Flags

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C) Herbert from THE FAMILY GUY

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D) One of the guys from the MEN OF MORTUARIES Calendar 2008

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Or E) This hottie you found cruising around MySpace

Yep, you guessed it. The culprit is E) Mr. Abs.

Here's the rest of the story, along with a few of the more interesting pictures from Mr. Abs' MySpace page. According to the press...

"Authorities said Anthony Merino, 24, of West 185th Street in Manhattan was working a shift as a histology lab technician on Sunday morning when he asked a security guard for access to a refrigerated area adjacent to the morgue where human tissue samples are stored. The guard complied and then wandered away for several minutes, Bergen County Prosecutor John L. Molinelli said.

"'When he came back, he observed Mr. Merino violating the deceased victim' on a gurney, Molinelli said. 'He immediately notified Teaneck police.'

"Merino was arrested at the hospital later Sunday morning. He was charged with sexual penetration upon deceased human remains, a second-degree crime that carries a maximum penalty of 10 years in prison and a $100,000 fine.

"Merino was being held Monday night on $400,000 bail. He was ordered to undergo a psychological evaluation, Molinelli said."

"Psychological evaluation?" Why would he need that?

He's just a 24 year old with rock hard abs, huge guns and a chest you could land a plane on. He could have any woman or man he wanted. But that's just it - - he COULD have all of the LIVING, so he wanted to go for THE DEAD.

Makes perfect sense to me. The freak.

According to Mr. Merino's MySpace page, he enjoys...

"Watching Movies, weight training, playing football, making mix dance/club mixes, going out to the hottest clubs in NYC, and last but not least working hard always cause I know in the end it will all pay off.

"The harder you work the harder you can party."

Apparently, Anthony found a way to party hard WHILE he worked hard. I call that "multi-tasking." Is that a crime?

Well, when "multi-tasking" involves "fucking a 92 year old corpse, yeah. It is a crime.

Suddenly, my sexual practices seem very "vanilla" by comparison.

But if screwing a dead guy is what it takes for someone to think of me as "kinky," being "vanilla" is fine with me.

Thanks to OMG Blog for bringing this insane Halloween story to my attention.

Triplicate 'Tish

Happy Halloween, everyone!

I posted this a few months ago as possibly the most bizarre musical number ever filmed.

Here is...

Carol Burnett, Chita Rivera and Caterina Valente singing I ENJOY BEING A GIRL...

in a graveyard... dressed like Morticia Addams.

Oh, and Boris Karloff plays a grave digger at the top of the video whistling the song, WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK.

I love everything about this.

TMI Tuesday

After responding to Shirley Heezgay's meme on Sunday, it feels a little early for TMI Tuesday.

No naked picture this time, y'all. You looked, didn't you? I know you did...

1. If they kept stats of your sex life like they do in sports, what would you lead the league in? what all time record would you hold?

I have no clue if this is an actual stat in basketball, but I'd say...

"Most 3-pointers." Isn't that the one where you shoot really far? Yeah... I'd lead the league in that...

Buckingham Fountain has nothing on me.


2. What song gets you in the mood to have sex? best music to fuck to? best music to make love to?

Ella Fitzgerald's voice always makes want to kiss and touch and slow dance and get lost in the music and my guy.

As far as fucking goes, I don't really have "fuck music." Well, nothing disturbing like "Side One of Led Zeppelin IV" or anything.

However, my first college boyfriend and I were partial to the music of Enigma. And thinking back on those times, I have to say, Gregorian chants are HOT! I know it sounds weird, but trust me.


3. Where is your favorite place to have sex in your house/apartment?

In front of the window.

It keeps a steady flow of "new blood" coming into the orgy, pisses off all those "Gladys Crabtree" nosy neighbors and let's face it, EVERYONE looks good in the soft glow of a distant street light.

Seriously, though. It doesn't matter Where. Who is what counts.


4. (girls) Have you sent or given your used panties to a guy? Do you know what happened to them? (guys) Have you taken/asked for a girls panties before? What did you do with them? (non-breeders) What is the protocol for this "tradition"?

Well, speaking for my "non-breeding people," sometimes we give people our underwear. Or jockstrap. Or a bowling shirt we made INTO a jockstrap or something like that.

But what we really want - - the true goal behind Gay Marriage - - is to find a steady relationship with a man close enough to our waist size so that we'll double our "cute designer" underwear wardrobe.

Or is that just me? Being shallow... yep... it's me...

Still, it's hot to wear your boyfriend's underwear. Or someone else's underwear. A guy at the gym who left his jockstrap on the bench while he showered. This is completely hypothetical, of course...


5. What makes a kiss a great to you?

Slow. Steady. Easy. Hands on face. Letting the passion build. Easily. Never wanting to stop.


Bonus: Who pays for a date? If the girl asks a guy out, does she pay? If you are interested in same sex partners, how do you determine who pays?

Again, speaking for my non-breeding brethren, I think it goes like this: If you do the asking, you do the paying.

Sure some people factor in things like "If you're 20% cuter or 10 years younger, you don't have to pay" or some such "The Rules" bullshit, but the truth is, "You ask, it's your date and you should pay."

And after someone pays for your meal, you should ask them out for another dinner to return the favor.

But then... he'll do the same thing to you... and back again... and it becomes a vicious cycle.

Hmmm... Maybe the "cute" and "young" thing is better math for "date paying."

If that's true, I'm going to be paying for a lot of dates for a long, long time. Oy...

Moonlighting Over At Dirk's

What do you get when you combine this...

...with this...

You get my first appearance as a guest blogger!!

Dirk, the genius who writes TOO DISGUSTING TO CONTEMPLATE, TOO COMPELLING TO IGNORE, is out of town this week and has lined up a few "guest bloggers" to post in his place.

And before you ask, I'm sure he WAS severely drunk when he thought, "Hey! Rader should do one of my posts!," but Dirk, being a gentleman, didn't rescind his offer after he sobered up. So, my post is up and published, y'all!

Me replacing Dirk is sort of like replacing your iPod with an 8-track tape. Sure, there's music on it, but it's clunkier, not as sexy and simply not the hip, fun and well-packaged item to which you have grown accustomed.

And even though I've never met Dirk face-to-face, something tells me he's very "well packaged."

(Ugh... I "so" need to get laid soon before my writing takes one step lower into this abyss of sophomoric sexual puns that I've created. At the rate I'm going, I'll be the Beavis and Butthead of gay bloggers by noon tomorrow. Oy...)

Still, I gave it my best shot. My story for Dirk's blog has it all: Broadway stars, winged creatures of the night, showtunes and a little "68" performed in a men's bathroom.

And if you don't remember what "68" means, it stands for...

"You do me and I'll owe you one."

Thank you, Dirk, for asking me to be a guest blogger! Have fun in San Francisco! Safe travel.

Carrie on 30

I watched the pilot episode of 30 ROCK last year and it didn't click with me at all. So, I skipped over the entire first season. Tina Fey as Liz Lemon never darkened my TiVo's "To Do List."

That is, until my Season Pass for all things "Carrie Fisher" - - which is set at a RIDICULOUSLY high priority level - - added last week's episode of 30 ROCK to my always-in-need-of-more-memory 40 hour dvr.

And after watching Carrie Fisher play Rosemary Howard - - the fictional first female writer for LAUGH IN and therefore Liz Lemon's personal idol - - I'm officially hooked.

All it took was this small piece of dialogue between Liz (Tina) and Rosemary (Carrie)...

Liz:

"I grew up wanting to be you."

Rosemary:

"I grew up wanting to be Samantha Stevens on BEWITCHED.

The closest I got was being married to a gay man for two years."

A brilliant line and the perfect "callback" not only to Ms. Fisher's real-life marriage to a man who left her when he announced that he was gay, but also to the first chapter of Ms. Fisher's novel, THE BEST AWFUL (a sequel to POSTCARDS FROM THE EDGE) entitled...

"The Man That Got The Man That Got Away."

That is the kind of comedy to which I aspire.

I also loved Carrie's final line in last week's episode. Rosemary calls out to Liz, who has just raced out of Rosemary's apartment...

"Help me Liz Lemon! You're my only hope!"

Porter & Dolly

Sad news for country music fans today. Porter Wagoner died yesterday in Nashville. He was 80 years old.

Porter was more than his flashy, rhinestone-covered cowboy suits. At it's peak, his syndicated television show attracted over three million viewers an episode. And when that national exposure combined with Porter's showmanship and the overwhelming talent of his new "girl singer" in 1967, it was the perfect storm and launched Dolly Parton's career.

Porter helped Dolly find her stage persona. Porter deliberately sang duet after duet with Dolly so that his television audience would warm up to her (something they were not quick to do, due to the fact that the audience loved Norma Jean, the "girl singer" that Dolly replaced).

Since it was Porter's show and Dolly was ON Porter's show, Porter controlled Dolly. No doubt this created tension between them, but it made Dolly a better entertainer. Eventually, better than Porter.

Dolly talks about how singing an "S" helped her realize that it was time to leave Porter's show.

You see, when she and Porter began singing duets in 1967, if there was an "S" at the end of a phrase, Dolly would drop out and Porter would sing it, so that it wouldn't sound like a pack of snakes invaded the recording studio with all the "S's" being heard.

Then, something happened.

They never discussed it, but somewhere in the middle of her seven year run, Porter started dropping out and Dolly started singing the "S." It was Porter's show, but Dolly was becoming the show's star. She knew it was time to go.

Leaving wasn't easy. There were hurt feelings - - between Dolly and Porter as well as between Dolly and country music fans. Everyone thought she was abandoning Porter, the man who had given her all her success. But Dolly had more than paid her dues to Porter. She appreciated all that he had done for her, but it was time for her to follow her own dreams.

That's when she wrote this song. To explain why she was leaving. To the fans, but mostly to Porter.

And this clip of Dolly singing the song to Porter at the celebration of Porter Wagoner's 50th anniversary on the Grand Ole Opry is the perfect way to remember him today.

Here's Dolly singing, "I Will Always Love You."

You may prefer Whitney Houston's version of this song, but for me and for most Southerners, we want to hear Dolly sing her song. It's a "Dance with the one that brung you" kind of thing.



P.S. At Dolly's concert here in Chicago a few years ago, a local Dolly Parton drag queen attended the concert and brought with her a man dressed as Kenny Rogers and another man dressed as Porter Wagoner.

In the middle of the concert, Dolly said, "I hear that Porter and Kenny and Dolly are in the house tonight," and in seconds the house lights bumped a little bit and the three impersonators stood up just rows in front of me.

Dolly saw them in the audience and said...

"Lord, I've gone so far, I've met myself comin' back!"

Is That a Batarang in Your Utility Belt?

You know that Robin fix I need a hit for every 24 or 2 or 4 hours?

Well, these pictures will either send me over the abyss and into full scale "Boy Wonder Addiction" or they just might creep me out enough to give up on the Dark Knight's sidekick for a good, long while.

And speaking of "good" and "long," here are the pics. They're from Buzz Foto (obviously) and that's Frankie Delgado (whoever the Hell THAT is) as Batman, but Robin is Bruce Jenner's son, Brody Jenner.

And he's packin'. Seriously, y'all. Look at it.

There's a "Batpole" joke in there somewhere, but I'm not touching it.

Fuck, in trying to avoid a bad pun, I walked INTO a bad pun. I guess I'm just distracted by Brody the Boy Wonder's third leg.


Of course, I'm distracted, but apparently these Catwomen are too drunk to ever notice. Or if they are noticing, they sure as Hell aren't taking things into their own hands... so to speak...

Which is why, Brody, you should call me. Cause not only do I notice, I definitely know to take things into my own hands. And I make a great Nightwing.

But hold on. Is that Robin sexy or nasty? Or both? And by "both," I mean that place where the "nasty" somehow turns up the "sexy" a notch.

I'm so confused. Is it November 1st yet?

A Radar Quiz

Mike over at Logopolis posted that he scored 5 out of 10 on this quiz.

I did slightly better - - 7 out of 10.

Not only do I love this quiz, but it's rather indicative of the downfall of television news, isn't it?

This is Radar Magazine's Online Quiz..

"Fox Business Anchor or Porn Star?"

Love it. Love it hard. Thanks, Mike, for bringing it to my attention.

Tag! I'm It!

Shirley Heezgay tagged me on a fun meme and it may have taken me a few days to finally sit down and answer it, but here it goes.

And thanks Shirley. You're truly one of my new great friends... even though we've never met face to face. But we will. I know that we will.

Taken a picture completely naked? Taken a picture?!? Hell Yes!! And had others take pictures of me completely naked. Not just tricks with digital cameras, mind you - - I'm talking professional photographers wanting me with all my naughty parts exposed... and a little bit of leather draped here and there for decoration. (Go here if you dare, but don't say I didn't warn you)

Made out with a friend on your MySpace/Facebook page? What am I? Twelve?!? The non-sarcastic answer is "No." I meet people to "make out with" on respectable sites... like Manhunt or Asspig (I could hear that "NSFW" label being added to my link on other people's blogs as I typed that)

Danced in front of your mirror naked? No. I'm gay, but I'm not "Clay Aiken" gay.

Told a lie? Who wrote these these questions?!?!? Yes, I've told a lie. I'm alive on the planet and my name isn't Jesus. We've all told lies.

Had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes, Often. Currently.

Been arrested? No. Close, but no.

Made out with someone of the same sex? I just understood this meme. It was written by a straight person who thinks that taking pictures of yourself naked is "dirty." Geez. Anyway, the answer is "close, but not the full cigar."

Seen someone die? No.

Slept in until 5pm? No. Close, but not quite.

Had sex at work? Abso-fuckin-lutely. Not at my current job, but at my former job it happened. Oh, if that conference room table could talk...

Fallen asleep at work/school? Neither. Too busy having sex.

Held a snake? Yep. On a trip to Florida with my family when I was about 8 or 9. We went to a show at "The Alligator Farm" and I was brought up from the audience to hold a snake. I was wearing a cowboy hat. It was the 70's. You know, URBAN COWBOY and all that.

Ran a red light? Not on purpose, anyway.

Been suspended from school? Nope. AP goody-goody. All the way. I got away with murder.

Totaled your car in an accident? Never "totaled" it, but I did wreck my first car after my high school boyfriend broke up with me and I was driving home singing along with Barbra Streisand to "My Man." Seriously. I couldn't make that up. It's truth.

Pole danced? Not on a pole in strip club, but... other poles... sure...

Smoked? Occasionally. Never bought a pack, though.

Been fired from a job? No. Which is why I have curtailed the whole "sex at work" thing.

Sang karaoke? Once and it wasn't great. I absolutely respect karaoke singers. It ain't as easy as it looks. Seriously.

Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Again, yes. I'm alive on the planet.

Laughed until a drink came out your nose? Hell, I've laughed until macaroni came out my nose. Drinks shoot out all the time. I'm a laugher.

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Absolutely. It's fun. Turn on a little Vince Guaraldi and go to town!

Kissed in the rain? Yep, but I SO wish I could kiss Toby Maguire while he was hanging upside down in a Spidey costume.

Sang in the shower? Every. Single. Morning. Usually showtunes. Aren't you happy you aren't my neighbor?

Given your private parts a nickname? Oddly enough, no. Any suggestions?

Ever gone out without underwear? You better believe it. Dear Lord, I love the summer.

Sat on a roof top? Sat on one. Made out on one. Had sex on one. "On the roof, the only place I know / Where you just have to wish to make it so"

Played chicken? Played? No. Eaten? Daily.

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? I can't believe it, but no. Guess I need to wear clothes around the pool sometimes. Damn me and my constant nudity!

Broken a bone? The fifth metatarsal on my right foot. A major bitch.

Mooned/flashed someone? Lots. Good times!

Shaved your head? Every day to combat baldness.

Slept naked? Always. I go right from the pool to the bed.

Played a prank on someone? Absolutely.

Had a gym membership? I'm gay, so "Yes."

Felt like killing someone? Yes. And still do. Which is why my ex stays far, far away from me.

Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? Not on purpose. Never.

Cried over someone you were in love with? Of course.

Had sex more than 10 times in one day? No, but that's my new goal. Starting now.

Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? Ummmm... no.

<-- Been in a band? Does cabaret count? Yeah, I thought not.

Subscribed to Maxim? Is that the one with the constant huge tits on the cover? Yeah. Not so much.

Taken more than 10 shots of alcohol? Nope. I leave that to my father.

Shot a gun? No. Can you believe it? A redneck who has never shot a gun?!? Who am I? Andy Griffith? Don't answer that.

Had sex today? Not yet, but I'm working on it.

Played strip poker? Not yet, but I'm working on it.

Tripped on mushrooms? Do I have to type it again?

Donated Blood? Nope, because I'm gay. I sort of understand it, but more and more, I'm angry that my sexuality profiles me and my blood when blood testing has advanced far beyond 1981.

Video taped yourself having sex? Constantly. Saves on dvd porn rentals.

Eaten alligator meat? Not to my knowledge, but then again, I've had several things in my mouth that I truly didn't know or completely understand. I'm just sayin'...

Ever jump out of an airplane? Hell no.

Have you been to more than 10 countries? Yep! And I loved every damn minute of it!!

Ever wanted to have sex with a platonic friend? Oh yeah. And sometimes do.

Have you ever shaved yourself bare? Currently.

Have you ever dressed in drag? Once as Carol Channing (thank you Rus Rainear for the loan of the dress and the wig) and several, several times at Sophe AND Gina in UGLY BABY.

Yep, that's me. Scarey, huh? As Beckie Menzie said, "You are one UGLY woman!"

If you could be one celebrity for a week, who would it be? Daniel Craig. So I could play with my / his abs. Yum.


I'm not going to tag anyone, but if one or four of you would like to tackle this little meme on your blog, be sure to let me know. Thanks for the tag, Shirley!

Trailblazing Honey West!

Congratulations to my good friend Honey West for being one of this year's honorees at the Bailiwick Repertory Theatre's Trailblazer Awards!

She's joining quite an amazing group of individuals. Past recipients of the Traiblazer Award include Anthony Rapp, Charles Busch, Bruce Vilanch, Terrance McNally, Greg Louganis, Larry Kramer and my friend and fellow blogger, Alexandra Billings.

Alex received her award in '99 alongside Mr. Kramer and Mr. Louganis.

Honey is receiving her award alongside Dale Levitski, the hottie-patotie from TOP CHEF. The mohawk guy. Yum.


The closest I will ever get to being alongside stars like Mr. Levitski, Mr. Kramer OR Mr. Louganis is this picture, where I am alongside Honey herself (R) and my pal, Kate Martin (L).


I guess that makes me One Degree of Dale Levitski. MMMMM.... that makes me all moist and chewy inside.

Congratulations, Honey! You do so much for our community and are a brilliant entertainer. This award is well deserved.

P.S. Can anybody guess what show of mine that picture is from? And Alex, you can't comment because you directed it!

Licking the Back of Yoda's Head

Just in time for Chewbacca'a annual Life Day celebration, the U.S. Post Office has just released an individual stamp featuring everyone's favorite Jedi Master, Yoda.


Apparently, this Yoda stamp used to be in a set of Star Wars stamps featuring everyone from Padme Amidala to Darth Maul. Then, there was a vote to determine which stamp in the set should be available for individual sale and Yoda won.

Now, THERE'S a debate for you! Star Wars fans debating which of their favorite characters is most worthy of their own stamp. That would make these Rudy Guiliani / "Mitt" Romney spats look like a sissy-boy slap fight.

Yeah, yeah... you're right... it would look like MORE of a sissy -boy slap fight.

Still, if I ever need to mail anything to my ex-bf (and may God help him if I do), I will have to break down and buy the full Stars Wars stamp set, so that when he picks up the envelope and looks at this particular stamp, he'll think to himself, "Is that a mirror where the stamp ought to be?"

Fratboy Friday]

I've been "celebrating the male physique" quite a bit more than I usually do this week, but just because the post before this one contained a picture of a guy mooning the camera...

...Does it count as "mooning" when all your wearing is a jockstrap? If so, I've mooned countless men at the gym, The Eagle and an alley just off of Clark Street that I think of fondly on hot summer days...

...doesn't mean I will fore go Fratboy Friday. When it comes to pictures of half naked men, the more you see, the more you want to see, right?

That said, here are this week's...

BOYS IN CAPS

You know, I'm told that years ago, turning your baseball cap backwards was a sign that you were gay. Think about it. If the bill of the cap is in the back, it won't get in your way when you're on your knees doing your "job," if you get the not-so-subtle hint.

But since I see this off-to-the-side style quite a bit these days, I hope that this has a hidden meaning as well. I'm thinking it either means "I'm versatile (spelled B-O-T-T-O-M)" or "I did Ashton Kutcher and all I got was this lousy Trucker Cap."

Side Note: Philip says that Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore should revive that Broadway production of THE GRADUATE for themselves with Ashton as Benjamin and Demi as Mrs. Robinson. Isn't that a BRILLIANT idea?!?! Philip is truly a genius!

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SAGGERS

Why does he have his shirt off inside... wherever the Hell he is? No, that's not the real question.

The real question is "Why wasn't I THERE?!?"

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MOONERS

Ummm... I guess this guy is mooning the camera. Or is he simply unaware of the slight draft that's blowing across his butt-so-built-you-could-serve-quiche-on-it?

What IS he doing? Is he mooning? Is he dancing? And what the Hell IS that thing dangling from his pocket? I think this guy's on our team, y'all.

And last but always my favorite...

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DAMN, I WAS SO DRUNK LAST NIGHT

Yep, this is my "Halloween" entry, so if anyone has any idea exactly "what" or "who" these fellows are "going as," please let me know.

But for the record, straight boy fashion apparently dictates that, if you wear a bike helmet over your junk, the proper head wear is a construction helmet. (Very Village People)

And if you wear a beanie with propeller over your junk (and remember, the propeller is worn on the OUTSIDE!!!) , the proper head wear is a vintage Olivia Newton-John "Let's Get Physical" headband.

The SEX IN THE CITY "Carrie Necklace" sported by the gentleman on the left is a fun accessory, but not necessary to pull of that particular "look."

To quote THE BOYS IN THE BAND, "Mary it takes a fairy to make something pretty."

GaySexMagic is Coming In!

WOOHOO!! I've already received two - - count 'em, TWO - - dirty, little ecards via GaySexMagic.com!!! I LOVE THEM!!

I received this one from the fabulous Raven the Goldfish...


She and I have never met, but you can tell from the card she chose and her note to me that she knows me. She REALLY knows me!!

I also received this one from my old and dear friend Whim...


Thank you, Whim. You also know me so well. So VERY well!

If that second pic doesn't make ARE YOU THERE, BLOG? NSFW, I'm not quite sure what will!!

Naked, mud wrestling pictures of Ethel Merman and Ernest Borgnine, maybe?

Bob's Belated Birthday

I neglected to look at my World Almanac Desk Calendar yesterday - - don't judge me, I live alone - - so, before it's too late, I have to post a belated birthday remembrance.

Ninety-two years ago yesterday - - October 24, 1915 - - Bob Kane was born.

The Bob Kane who, along with his partner Bill Finger, created Batman.

Or as I prefer to call him, "The Batman."

This Wikipedia article has some interesting facts about the creation of the Dark Knight, Robin the Boy Wonder, and their arch-nemesis, The Joker, but it's this little tidbit from my little desk calendar that sent boggled my mind...

Bob Kane created The Batman when he was 24 years old.

At 24, I could barely tell my left from my right without humming The National Anthem.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Kane. And thanks.

GaySexMagic.com

The hot and sexy guys over at Nightcharm just posted about their sister site, GaySexMagic.com.

At GaySexMagic.com, you can choose from a WIDE (pun intended) assortment of vintage gay porn pics that can be sent FOR FREE as ecards from subtle to raunchy.

This one on the left is closer to "subtle" than "raunchy," FYI.

There's something for every occasion, but there are EXCELLENT Halloween themed ecards up right now.

Check 'em out and send a raunchy one to your favorite bald blogger!

Do You Have Your Tickets?

To Anderson Cooper's GUN SHOW!

Ok, who gave cutie Andy Coopie the steroids? Cause if he's not on some SERIOUS "performance enhancing drugs," then he's had an air hose shoved up his ass.

Yeah... you're right...

Ok, who shoved the air hose up Andy Coopie's ass?

What's he trying to be? The next Carrot Top? Oy...

Ramblings from the outside of nowhere

Ramblings from the outside of nowhere is one of my favorite blogs. Her posts are brilliantly observant and truly bring me back home to the South when I read them.

Alex recently posted about the beauty of bloggers who open up and let the world into their lives. This blogger does exactly that and I feel so close to her when I read her words.

And when I read the following at the beginning of one "Ramblings from the outside of nowhere's" recent posts, I yelled and screamed with joy and laughed out loud...

"As some of you may know, I live in a mobile home community.
Some may call me trailer park trash. And some may kiss my ass."

I admired her before I read that. Now, she is one of my personal heroes!

Give Ramblings from the outside of nowhere a visit when you get a chance.

Once, Twice, Three Times an Imaginary Boyfriend

I've been on the hunt for a New Imaginary Boyfriend for about a week now.

My hot Dirty Fukker Boyfriend is still EXTREMELY near and dear to my... ummm... "heart," but I thought it was time for a change.

And then, I found him. Well, I guess I should say I found him again.

Because this man has been an Imaginary Boyfriend of mine not once but twice before.

But anyone who is this tall, dark and "come do me on the linoleum" handsome is more than worthy of a third reign as the boyfriend I visit in my dreams - - wet, dry and anything in between.

So from a recent post over at Tighty-Whitie Dude AND from his modeling job over at Undergear, give you My New Imaginary Boyfriend...


Told you. Ain't nothing wrong with letting this boy have another swing at bat... so to speak...

And check out his tat...


Yep, that's right... it says...


"Mother." He's hot AND he's good to his mama. What more do we want in a man, y'all?

Hey, while we're using Undergear's "zoom" feature, let's put it to some good use...


Oh yeah. That's nice. Shall we "go for the gold?" Oh, Hell yes!!


Don't judge me. You know you wanted the same area zoomed the second you saw this man!

Lord, I love technology...

Albus Follows Lance's Lead

It's no official. I am in LOVE with Tina over at GGY-Meta!!!

Not only did she send me the picture of Dumbledore showin' off his six pac on a Pride Parade float, but she just sent me a link to this People Magazine cover from the folks over at Best Week Ever!


The Larry Craig jokes got very old very quickly - - probably because he's a self-loathing, horrific little "wide stance" of a man - - but something tells me the gay Dumbledore jokes are going to have more of a shelf-life.

P.S. This is especially brilliant since one of the guests on today's episode of THE VIEW was Lance Bass!