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Has anyone else been watching Generation Boner, oops I mean
Generation Kill on HBO?

I think this week’s episode is number four and hottie SGT Brad “ICEMAN” Colbert was nice enough to take his shirt off.

grrrrrr.

Check them out on HBO’s website / GenerationKill.

XXOO, Ruphus 

This morning on the way to work I noticed an SUV pulling a u-haul. Not really that unusual, but upon closer inspection I noticed that this flatbed u-haul had a person riding in it…kind of a butch female type person. I could tell that there was room in the SUV for another passenger, so I began to wonder: Did this girl choose to ride in the u-haul? Did her parents force her ride back there? Is it some weird lesbian rite of passage that I have never heard of?

There is some crazy shit in the world and sometimes I think Peasha, Ruphus and our friends are like insanity magnets.  Yesterday at work, one of my colleagues was working just outside my office and noticed a couple of police moving through the bushes outside our window.  They were chasing a WILD COCK!  This is not a normal occurance…and neither was the chicken chase that ensued.  It seems that this rooster somehow found its way onto our block and was hoping to set up a nice quiet existence in the wonderfully landscaped folliage.

Apparently the police had never dealt with wild cock before and didn’t seem to know exactly how to handle it.  You gotta be careful, but you also need to be realistic.  They pulled out their poles and tried to choke the chicken with this tiny noose.  Not a good idea.  After quite a while, they were able to grab the cock at its base and hold it firm until they could put it in their trunk.

(Note:  I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed writing an article this much before.)

Sometimes I think going on a regular date might be nice.  When I refer to date, it is in the “going to a movie” or “going out to dinner” sort of way, not in the prostitute sort of way they refer to their clients as “dates”.  Where does the modern gay man find dates other than at the bar?  It seems our choices are somewhat limited.

Who reads craigslist for missed connections?  Does that work?  It seems like the “needle in the haystack” approach to me.  Most of the posts are something like:  ”We were shopping at the same store, I saw you, you saw me, what was I wearing and what did I have in my shopping cart?”  Wow, that could be anyone!  I think being more direct would probably be a better approach.  I would rather just try talking to the potential date rather than some sort of cryptic cyberspace plea. 

Once I made the mistake of putting something to the effect of “Looking for a date” in my gay.com bio line.  It was met almost instantaneously with “A date is nothing but a dried up piece of fruit” by some bitter queen in the chat room. Ok, I did ask for that one I suppose.  

Are all the dates literally dried up?  Are most of us just moving from one trick to the next?  Are relationships formed when a trick simply won’t leave the next day?

I know real dates exist, after all, I have gone on a few.  Furthermore, I don’t really think that all gay men are as hopeless as the dried fruit one from the chat room.  For those who know me best, they realize I don’t make myself readily available for dating, so it’s not as if I am disillusioned since I have not been actively pursuing it.

 I would like to open up a discussion for readers of this blog to discuss their favorite dating spots.  Where do you meet them?  I am not referring to tricks, but where was the last place you met someone that you went out with on a date?  Also, If anyone has a successful craigslist story, lets hear it!

You know your hotel is really gay when…

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Today Willow Cathiter, Djave and I checked into our swanky West
Hollywood hotel for the weekend. If you are mopod listener in LA come
to the standard and hang with us. (read: buy us mojotos). Anyway when
we got into our room we noticed this odd and very gay thermostat on
the wall.

I was hanging withsome friends tonight when THIS appeared on the table. I am kind of intrigued by this game. I have so many questions. Do you get to feed Paula pain killers? Can you use the wiimote to beat the smirk off Simon’s face? Can you pull Chris Daughtry off the stage and do dirty things to him?  Would it possible to hook up the num chuck attachment and strangle Sanjaya with it?

The problem I’m faced with is that to answer these questions, I have to actually PLAY this game.  Something I don’t think I’m willing to do.  So for now…I will just live in wonder.

I was watching a movie where John Waters was speaking in front of an audience of university students.  One of the topics he brought up was the threshold that everyone has towards certain things.  For example, he said that adult babies and diapers was at his limit and was not acceptable to him.  Now, as we all know, if John Waters has limits of acceptability, we can all admit that we do also at some level.  This brings me to my question of the day:  

How gay is too Gay?  

Is there a limit to what we find acceptable within our community on how “Gay” a person can act?

Don’t give me this “I act straight” stuff.  Really, how straight can you act when have gay sex anyways.  What do grab your ankles like a straight man?  Do you perform felatio like straight guys do?  I am sure that if you did, it would be horrible…a truly straight guy would not be into it at all.  I suppose that that acting straight is more for in “the streets”.  I assure you other gay people can tell.  As for straight people, many of them were fooled by Boy George in the 80’s and can’t believe that Lance Bass was gay this whole time….need I say more.  O.k…..fine, butch guys are hot.

Then on the other end of the spectrum  Is it necessary to wear your gayness in the form of super tight pants, satin shirts, or perhaps a T-shirt that says “You’ve been a bad boy, go to my room” along with some freedom rings?  (that was a acknowledgement to someone is like a brother to me…..we’ve all made mistakes in fashion but I will always look fondly on the picture)  Is that gay or just bad fashion?  Do the two sometimes go hand in hand.  Yeah, they kind of do sometimes.

What does everyone else think…..what are your limits or what do you find unappealing?  

I suppose there is always room in the rainbow for even the tackiest of hues….well maybe.

Here is a link to a YouTube video of John Waters where he discusses limits.

John Waters

I have to say that I was really surprised to have Rev Phelps and his lovely family come out in support of the show with such a public display.  We are flattered to be part of your turn around, Fred.    I guess it’s true that laughter is the best medicine…even when trying to cure craziness.

Okay…okay… it’s not real.  But it would be fun to go there and put this on the sign outside their church.  You can make your own sign and send it to us by visiting this site.

We look forward to your own original creations linked in the comments below.

I thought about writing an even longer entry this time just to harass Ruphus.  I don’t think it will really turn out to be as long as the last one, but I will write as much as I can.  Some highlights from this past weekend include a dinner, a demon, a drink, and a Denise.  

First was the dinner.  I went to Texas Roadhouse, which I have decided to call Texas Roadkill or Texas Road Whore.  I kind of prefer Texas Road Whore, it is a little less expected.  Anyways, I went there with a friend “Mo-Problems”.  There was an unexpected wait of about 40 minutes, which was surprising since it was only 5:30.  Once we got seated we were immediately given some bread and butter, that kept getting replenished.  On top of that were enormous portions of food and never ending soda refills.  I guess everything is really bigger in Texas.  After that meal I had a Texas size food baby gestating in me that felt as if it would burst out through my front much like an alien.  Thankfully, that did not happen.  I probably won’t go back since it seemed more about quantity and not quality…although, it was a lot of food for the money. 

Next was the demon.  I went to see Hellboy 2:  The Golden Army.  I was excited to see this move since I think Guillermo Del Toro is brilliant.  Visually, this was an amazing movie.  There were also some great parts.  The story, however, was a little all over the place and I felt too much was being forced into one movie.  Mo Problems had actually fell asleep during part of it….I didn’t think it was that terrible.  I do usually like Selma Blair and look forward to seeing her in the American version of Kath and Kim.  The Australian show is awesome. 

The next item on the list was a drink.  I went out for drinks on Saturday night with Mo Problems.  We went to our normal bar, and my favorite in Omaha, Flixx.  It is a smaller bar, but I like it.  There are actually windows in this bar…..I know, a lot of queens would prefer a dark corner, but I like the windows.  The people who work there are also very nice.  I noticed an attractive bar tender when we first walked in.  Later, he revealed these large “bear” paws on his chest, one on each side over his pecs.  I could only think that Ruphus should be here…he’d love it (although I have to admit, it was nice to look at).  We also met a guy that came over to our table.  I cannot remember what he said his name was, but he kind of reminded me of Crispin Glover…I think I will call him Crispy Queen.  He actually seemed rather eccentric, but kind of cool at the same time.  As the bar filled up, it became more and more apparent something was different.  It was the smoke…there wasn’t any.  Omaha bars are now smoke free.  The evening ended with a game of spot the Kevin Dillon.  If you have read the previous posts, you may have seen the picture of Kevin Dillon with his Lesbian look.  The game is to find Lesbians with the same hair do, or that look similar to him in that movie.

Lastly, was the Denise.  A friend of mine got me an autographed picture of Denise Crosby.  He even had her sign it “To Peasha-with love”  As a sci-fi geek and lover of Star Trek the Next Generation, this is definately something I will treasure. My friend also told me that when he asked her to sign it to Peasha, she repeated “Peasha” back in a hesitant tone.  This made me think of a favor I would like to ask of anyone willing.  Next time you are at a sci-fi type convention, and see Denise Crosby, ask her to autograph something to Peasha.  I wonder if she will start to think it is some sort of conspiracy…….

I know that we Americans make for some pretty good scandals, but a stain on a dress or a govenor doing a prostitute just isn’t cutting it on the larger world stage any longer. Take, for instance, the recent UK scandel with Formula 1 big shot Max Mosley. Video of his Nazi concentration sex orgy surfaced and it’s all over the international news–I have to say that it sounded pretty sweet when the uptight woman on the BBC news reported the incident. What could make this scandal better? Mosley’s fascist father was a good friend of Hitler’s. Mosley is currently in a legal battle not to deny the reports of the orgy, but to sue for privacy violations. Here’s the deal all you famous people you: Your famous pretty face+ Camera + Money + Nazi stuff + Sex+ Internet = Mondo blogging about what a shit head you are.