There's only three rules in this game
1. Keep your nappy-ass hair done.
2. Do your motherfucking sit-ups.
3. And whenever you lay on your back, make sure your paper is stacked.
Feeling pretty good about this mixtape
These are his favorite songs/artists in ways he’s never heard them, but also some that I don’t think he’s heard at all but I just think he will like. I’m going for a “look I was thinking about you” and also “look I was thinking about making out with you?” So.
1. Esthero Country Living
2. Antony & the Jonsons Crazy in Love
3. The Wild Beasts The Devil’s Crayon, Acoustic Live
4. Bryce Dessner & Antony I was Young When I Left Home
5. Rufus Wainwright One Man Guy
6. Iron & Wine Serpent Charmer
7. Libbie Linten I am a Stone
8. Grizzly Bear & Feist Service Bell
9. Aco & Múm Machi
10. Sigur Rós Heysátan, Live
11. Múm Song 8, Live in San Francisco
12. Björk Akkerilagið/Anchor Song, Live
Discodazzler: I will have you know that this is the homo that the boy who sang the My Buddy commercial theme song grew up to be. A little bit Gotti, a lotta bit Jewish: Solid (Ari) Gold.
OK homos, I need some advice. (It’s times like this I wish had a gay older brother, or, you know, any gay friends in real life who aren’t exes.)
So, one of my straight friends just set me up with the greatest guy I’ve ever met. I’ve actually been friends with him for a while, and bizarrely, neither of us knew each other were gay (I’m as confused as you are).
Anyway, so, embarrassingly enough, this is the first time that I’ve ever really dated a guy without having seen an online profile first, if you take my meaning. He’s a nice guy. Like, I worry about moving too fast with him? I worry about swearing in front of him? He’s a sexy, Peruvian Kenneth-the-Page is I guess what I am saying? My question is — because I’d rather not figure it out in the moment — how do you tactfully ask what position a gentleman plays?
Way, way, way too much fucking time on my hands….
Finally caved and bought this. Too bad that nobody — NOBODY — in the entire state that I live in will “get” it. Not a single person, on this side of a dick or any other.
Man, I fucking hate it when you spend all this time working on sketches for a new dong-necklace tattoo, only to find out some bitch from the midwest totally beat you to it, in what looks like 1992. FML.
Nice glasses Penis Whore.
OH SHIT. Ericka Toure Aviance’s My Pumps has finally dropped! Somebody mash this shit up with Tiga’s Shoes.
(and Gayvid, remind me to tell you about the time I ran into Miss Aviance out of drag on the subway while on my way to see Linda at the cafe, and narrowly escaped whipping my junk out for reals. Hilarious.)
Kristen Wiig reading Suzanne Somers’ poetry. KRISTEN WIIG reading SUZANNE SOMERS’ POETRY. God, S, thannnnkk youuuuuuuuuuuu.
