Bret Easton Ellis on the Death of J.D. Salinger

I just want to repeat that this former liberal arts writing student loves Bret Easton Ellis, and is not ashamed of it:

Also I have no idea what the fuck has happened suddenly to the layout of my posts and why the comments are now at the top and the headlines are small, but I made no changes to the layout myself. I'm about to write an angry email to Blogger bitching them out.

Bret Easton Ellis on Twitter

Tuesday Night Man

From The Borough:

Jesus Fucking Christ WTF!!!!

As fucking twisted as I am, this is the kind of shit that gives me nightmares...

I do love this song though.
"Goodbye Horses" - Q. Lazzarus

MAL 2010 Recap Post

I just got back yesterday from DC and my first Mid-Atlantic Leather Weekend, and I have to say I had a fucking awesome time. This was my first leather title event so being around so many hot guys in gear was kind of overwhelming, in a very good way...

 
 Me and Ben (in Leather Land)

I didn't take as many pictures for the site as I had planned, but I still got a few from the last night. I got to meet and hang out with a lot of great guys. I was finally able to meet up with Ben, who's got a great blog about his experiences with kink called Ben in Leather Land, in case you haven't seen it. I also got to meet Ruff, who runs a very hot site called Ruff's Stuff.

Click here for more!

Then I've got these other pics from the same night that my friend took - I'm wearing the same Recon shirt in all of them. These are all of me so I guess this looks self-centered, but it was my friend taking them so whatever. Here's me at our hotel room trying to decide to wear my Nasty Pig chaps out or not:

Then here's me after being convinced to wear my chaps out and trying to find a way to wear them for the walk over to the host hotel in the cold.

Gym shorts being worn over Nasty Pig chaps

Then here's me being dragged to a dark corner at the bar in the host hotel with my drink to pose for pictures:

Me Standing&Modeling with Nasty Pig chaps, jockstrap, black steel toe workboots, leather armband, sleeveless Recon t-shirt, and Vodka Cranberry

I was also asked by the Recon guys to be in a few pictures, so when those get put up on their site I'll have them to show off on here.

More Adventures with Grindr

This conversation a friend of mine had on Grindr with a guy who IMed him kind of demonstrates how important it is to use punctuation in instant messages:

If You Like The Golden Girls...

This is the creepiest thing I've seen on the internet in a while, which is probably saying a lot. This guy painted Betty White, Bea Arthur, and Rue McClanahan on his face and contorts his facial muscles to make their eyes and faces bulge while the Golden Girls theme song plays in the background.

MAL 2010

Who else is gonna be there next weekend?

Mid-Atlantic Leather Weekend 2010

Internet Archaeologists Find Ruins Of 'Friendster' Civilization

Thanks to David Mason at House of Vader for this clip:

I was never on MySpace when it was popular, but before I got dragged into Facebook I had a Friendster profile. I made the decision to switch to Facebook once I realized that Friendster was being overrun by cat profiles from Singapore. Recently I logged into my old account, and they've redone the layout of the site to try to make it look more Facebook-y.

Can Anybody Translate This..?

seacher: Hey looking for some pink steele tomorrow gonna be in town for motorvehicle ticket are you busy srt8 masc guy here

*Emphasis mine

An Artifact From My Childhood...

I just stumbled on this ad clipping from 1995 on a random site and I totally remember this campaign from when I was a kid, for Mortal Kombat 3 with all the Ultimate Kombat Kode shit. I wasn't even jerking off at this point but I totally had a hard-on over this series - I mean figuratively, though I'm pretty sure all the shirtless men beating the shit out of each other ended up contributing somehow to my sexuality. Anyway, the message behind these campaigns probably fucked me up in some way and affected me, and it could prob still work as some kind of life statement of fucked-up-suburban-masculinity-meets-gay-marketing-commercialism today:

To kids these symbols will mean power. To you they'll mean $