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Something In The Bird

2009-11-03T19:26:00.001-08:00

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In June of 1970, PG was sixteen, socially retarded, and pre adolescent. There was a sense that he might turn out to be gay, but had not come close to acting on these feelings. One day, he got a copy of the Great Speckled Bird, and saw something different.
The Bird was an "underground" newspaper. If you are younger than fifty, you have probably never seen one. It was a part of the counterculture that existed in America then.
There was press release from the Gay Liberation Front in Tallahassee, Florida. The Bird printed it, and PG was never the same. The tract is probably in the public domain.
Thanks go to Steve Wise, and what remains of the Great Speckled Bird. Mr. Wise met PG at a copy shop on Ponce de Leon Avenue, and let him copy the tract reproduced below. PG brought his collection of the Bird, and contributed a copy from November 1971 to the archive. The edition PG contributed had a picture of Duane Allman on the cover, published just after his death.
While making the copies, a piece of paper jammed in the machine. An employee of the store came to help. He was a black man with bleached blonde hair.
PG scanned the copy, and saved it as a word document. The ocr saw the word liberation in the title as blBERfiTIEIN.

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What is Gay Liberation? It is people telling the truth; it is me telling you the truth NOW, homosexuality is the CAPACITY to love someone of the same sex. Forget all the crap about causes (no one knows and we don't care), "cures" (there aren't any, thank god), and "problems."The only problem is society's anti-homosexual propaganda and the oppression it has produced. The aim of the Gay Liberation Movement is to fight oppression of homosexuals and all other minority groups. We will do so by whatever productive means exist or can be devised.
We have had the strength to stop censoring ourselves. We have had the strength to refuse to capitulate to the roles which were demanded of us. We think that our society's hysteria over the forms of sexual expression is absurd and now we laugh openly. WE don't get uptight about sex. We ENJOY our sexuality. Liberation for Gay people is defining for ourselves how and with whom we will live, instead of measuring our relationships in comparison to straight ones with straight values.
We have awakened to the truth that we have been preoccupied to the point of sickness. with showing the world that "we're the same as you." That quest for security has been our only disease for it has prevented our facing the real issues. But now we recognize that quest as the expression of self hatred that it is and we reject it.
NOW is a new thing. We are getting OURSEVES together. Where once there was frustration, cynicism and oppressor-sucking. NOW there is the power of being what we are with joy, with optimism, and with respect.
Make no mistake: our adversities have made us very strong. And we euphoric, high, with the initial stirrings of our newly discovered common strength, and with the manifestation of it Now in amerika. Gay Liberation organizations have been formed from California (UCLA,Berkeley, San Jose State, Sacramento State) to New York (Columbia, NYU, Cornell), and from Chicago to believe it-Tallahassee. And we are very together.
The GAY LIBERATION FRONT of FLORIDA STATE UNIVERSITY is in business. We have determined leadership and large numbers of gay and straight brothers and sisters working behind the scenes and giving generously of their bread. We have received the endorsement of other organizations, including the Malcolm X United Liberation Front and Women's Liberation. Everyone has a place in our movement and we will welcome any human being into our group.
GLF was started at Florida State two months ago and received recognition from the student senate on May 5. Since that time we have been denied the use of OUR university facilities for the purpose of educating people. We push forward though ... 2 months ago there were 7 people at the organizational meeting; 2 weeks ago, there were 50.
We have been hassled. The FSU paper, the Flambeau, carried a letter from 14 university employees expressing 'shock and dismay' that the paper had carried GLF advertising. A state senator has urged the university president to take immediate steps to 'eliminate' us from campus. Even the banks (!) were wary of taking our money. A Iot more than 14 people will be shocked. though. WE WILL NOT BE ELIMINATED! It was a rough step we took to get here and here we'll stay.
The administration is currently considering the question of recognition. Regardless of their decision, however, the work continues. We are tired of begging for the right to live. We are tired of being condemned because of the stark reality of our existence.
We salute the Black Movement for showing us the way. We salute the Hip Movement for helping us to tell the truth. It is OUR turn NOW! Tallahassee was the breakthrough in the South. We must now unite with our brothers and sisters in Miami, Jacksonville and, yes, ATLANTA!
The revolution will come, and the Gay Liberation banner will be carried at the front.
GAY LIBERATION FRONT
FLORIDA STATE UNIVERSITY
TALLAHASSEE, FLORIDA
[We are indebted to the Chicago Seed's supplement on "Gay Liberation" for some of the thoughts expressed. We urge all of you, especially in the Atlanta area, who are interested in Gay Lib to contact us: Hiram, Judy, or Diane, (904) 224-1583, 607 E. Park, Apt. I, Tallahassee, Florida 32301]

Writing Circle

2009-10-07T19:36:00.000-07:00

critiqueisneverkinder Last week at Short Mountain, PG found himself in a writing circle. The following is the results. A slight amount of editing has taken place.
PG went to his tent to brush his teeth. While there, a roar emerged from a neighboring tent. A few minutes later, PG walked by, heading to the cabin to fill his water jug. The tenting neighbors came out, and were putting cigarettes into place. One glanced at PG with the slightest hint of self satisfaction.
PG joined the writing circle late, and before long, a ten minute deadline was announced. One of the chosen topics of the day was heart circles. If only heart circles had a 10 minute limit.
PG used to go to GSV ( gay spirit visions) at the mountain. The mountain is a UU camp, which was rented to GSV. Seven other sites turned them down, but the mountain welcomed them. It has been a nice profit center for the often struggling mountain.
Once, one of the ladies that work at the mountain remarked, to her friend, about the amount of tragedy in the lives of the GSV men. At that moment, someone said something funny, and laughter came down from the heart circle.
At GSV, a heart circle with all 120 men present was used for opening and closing. Some were a bit overwrought. Once, this man told of finding a love letter, to a bf, in his father's papers. His mother said, in german, papa was a homo.
When PG was a regular at short mountain, they had a big morning circle. They didn't call it a heart circle. PG took a break from SMS, and when...

SMS Chronicles Number Nine

2009-10-05T12:46:00.001-07:00

itswaydownincannoncounty People at faerie gatherings always ask how long you have been a faerie, and how many gatherings you have been to. PG got a pencil and paper, and made a few notes. As best his memory can figure, the fall 2009 gathering at Short Mountain was his 20th faerie gathering.
The first part of any gathering is the ride from civilization to the site. PG drove up on Tuesday, along with his rider, Dody. Georgia and Tennessee were receiving an abundance of rain, and the blue skies were a welcome sight. The traffic was the usual chaos on I75 north of town, and PG's nerves got an urban workout.
Dody had recently seen a TV show about the National Parks. As the kudzu hills turned into evergreen mountains, PG heard so, so much about John Muir. It went in the right ear, and went out the left. Finally, Dody said "Am I boring you?" and PG said yes.
After a groovy lunch at the Long John Silvers across from the Walmart, it was back on the road. PG had a cd of divas, and Patsy Cline and Nico took the Honda over Monteagle Gap. After that adventure, it is a matter of finding the correct exit, and heading north to Woodbury. Passing the last chance McDonalds at the town square, PG opted for the "River Road" up the side of the mountain. This route was unfamiliar with Dody, who had a running commentary, until the mailboxes came into view.
At the top of the hill, Lady Bartlet was at the twitter station. Zoom was the parking nazi this afternoon, and the various gear was moved into a truck for the trip down the hill. PG was given a piece of paper to leave on his dashboard, identifying his vehicle at the parking lot.
While filling out the form, there was a moment of identification. The first line was faerie name, followed by a second line for the drivers license name. PG confused the two, and wrote Luther on the top line, intending for that to be his "real" name.

agoatbyanyothernamewill PG has long resisted taking a "faerie name". He was tolerant, but did not wish to participate. Normally, PG was called Cam, which is short for his middle name. Luther is the first name, the one his father used. In later years, PG has been using Luther more and more, seeing as his father was no longer using it.
So, thinking it was the space for his "real" name, PG accidentally/synchronicly wrote Luther, and realized that this was his faerie name.
PG found a piece of unused space in the yurt yard, which has a good side and a bad side. It is close to the gate, and on the moonlit nights was easy to find without a flashlight. The trip back to the driveway was going to be short on leaving day. This closeness had a downside, as PG learned when he went to bed that first night. The drumming by the fire came in loud and queer. Tuesday night was festive, and PG did not get to sleep until late.
At breakfast wednesday, PG heard about a sweat lodge on Thursday. The luxurious lodge in the creek bottoms had fallen into disrepair, and a crew went down Wednesday to make repairs.
The first order of business was a circle. A card was drawn out of a deck of "healing cards". The card drawn was 6 snake, and it dealt with the elimination of poisons. Three of the six men present discussed HIV medicines.
Eventually, the crew got to work. PG got to work on a pond in the creek. The sand in the bottom of the pond was dug out, and placed on a dam. PG walked up and down the creek bed gathering rocks for the project. There was a large, flat stone that was used for a bench seat, on the side of the pond opposite the dam.
The pond became a one man job after a while, and PG started to help with the construction of the lodge itself. JohnWall led the way down the path, looking for the perfect saplings. JohnWall had been stung by something earlier, and felt an electric charge when he walked by the plant that bit. PG worked the saw, murdering the sapling for the greater, perspiring good. JohnWall left a pinch of tobacco on each stump, as a gesture of thanks.
A fabulous dinner wednesday was followed by a relatively quiet night by the fire. PG slept well, and spent a long time chitchatting after breakfast. Soon, it was time to go to the bottoms for the sweat lodge, which promised to be an all day affair.
This location is called the bottoms, for a reasons having little to do with buttsex. A steep, rough path leads down a hill, surrounded by trees on the verge of autumn changes. The stream of consciousness runs through the valley.
The circle before in progress when PG arrived. Soon, a fire was built, and blankets tied down to the dome on top of the lodge, A dome had been erected the day before, with the saplings bent over the top and tied together in the middle. Before long, a spell of quiet began while the rocks were baking in the fire. PG went for a walk along the creek.
Soon, the rocks were orange with fire, and the first round of the sweat began. There were five rounds, with PG participating in one and three. There is magic in crowding into a dark outdoor containment with naked people and hot stones. PG realized how privileged his life is.
There is a small waterfall up the creek a bit from the lodge, and PG went there to rinse off. The heat of the fire remained after the cold water was dried off. Finally, PG put his shoes on, put the clothes in his bag, and made his way back up the long green hill to the rest of the gathering.

sikeokillerkesskeesee Wandering through the kitchen is a dangerous activity, as you may get drafted to help at any moment. PG found a man putting pieces of food into a oil fryer. Before you could say fermentation, PG had a pair of tongs in his hand. Deep frying food is not a good nudist activity, and PG was grateful for the thick t shirt. Hopefully it will clean well.
During dinner, PG sat at with the host of the Know Talent show, scheduled for that night. Somehow or another, PG found himself performing.
I think that I will never lick/A poem as lovely as a dick/A cock whose hungry mouth is pressed/Against a hairy heaving chest/Dangling down above the knees/Looking for someone to please/A tool that will get dressed for sex/Wearing smooth and pure latex/A blissful friend a trusted pet/stick him into something wet/poems I write will make you sick/but only G-d can make a dick
Sometime early Friday, the rains came. PG had a tarpaulin over his tent, which was found to have cracks in it. Old age will do that to you. It was not a surprise to find some rain in the tent after the rains stopped. PG put off getting out of bed that morning, only to emerge into a misty wonderland.
The Atlanta Faeries were producing lunch on Friday. PG started out by washing dishes from breakfast. Before long the sun emerged, and PG was on the porch peeling sweet potatoes. Not just any yams, these were locally grown, and had more ruts and wrinkles than a Popeye convention. I yam what I yam. PG went into the kitchen, and found some tools which made the process a bit easier. The pile of product to be processed seemed overwhelming, but, with some helpful hands, the soup was made, and became fabulous.
PG walked to the top of the driveway to check his cell phone messages. Coming across the knoll, there was a writing circle in progress. PG sat in, and wrote a couple of pages, that can be recycled into the blog later. The subject of the day was heart circles. Soon after PG got started, a decision was made to start the reading in ten minutes. If only heart circles had a ten minute limit.
Before long, a procession was making its way down the hill, onto the driveway. Guitar players played the theme of the afternoon, "Psycho Killer". The crew was leading to the grotto, to install the new empress of SMS.
Two habituated faux nuns were on hand to read the words that installed... someone...as the new presiding officer of the bored of directors. The empress and consort sat regally on the side of the pond.
But there was trouble in paradise, as a mob, armed with torches and pitchforks, came down from the cabin to dunk the new empress into the pond. At this point, the empress abdicated her throne, and declared all those present to be the new empress.
PG got to talk to the Empress Abdicate later in the sauna. The EA assured PG, who had been concerned, that he knew where the back wall of the pond was at all times. When the raging mob pushed the EA into the pond, PG gasped, and thought of the head of the EA smashed against the wall of the pond. Revolutions are not always gentle.
PG got splashed during the proceedings, and went to change for dinner. The theme for dinner was Green Lantern superheroes, or something like that. PG was on the porch later, as a series of superheroes and zombies went inside for the Beyonce' Seance'. Patrick Swayze declined the invitation to appear.
Before long, the kitchen was cleared, and a dance party got started. PG is a longtime dancingboi, in semi retirement. He kept being pulled into the vortex, and could not resist. At one point, the harvest moon appeared in the skylight, and dancers howled at the lunar orb. Finally, PG had enough dancing...perhaps too much, as his knees screamed in pain the next day.
Saturday was more laid back. PG took a long, slow walk to the memorial grove. Numerous stops were made along the way for conversations. A leisurely visit to the bathhouse was in order, with a day spa in progress, for the adventurous.
A full moon ritual was held after dinner. PG missed the first part. He was there for the finale, as the hundred or so people were woven into a human labyrinth. As this broke up, the drumming and dancing by the fire started. The available drums were quickly in use, beating with a fury that propelled the dancers.
Sunday is traditionally the last day of the gathering. The original plan had been to go back on monday, but Dody wanted to go on Sunday. PG was assembling his gear, when he felt a nudge. A goat was supervising.

Grant Park Saturday Night

2009-09-20T03:41:00.000-07:00

dysfunctionalhumanoid PG got to the last part of "Michael Tolliver Lives", and could not stop until he was through. When he finished crying, and got off the couch, it was 6:15 pm. The potluck on the other side of town was starting in 45 minutes.
There were mixed feelings, and PG decided to make up his mind when he had to. There was a lovely pizza buffet in Norcross, where PG could eat his fill, read Creative Loafing, and go home. Still, something adventurous took hold, and he decided to go down Briarcliff Road into town.
The Kroger behind Emory was the next stop. While PG enjoys the fabulous spreads, he is acutely aware of his own culinary shortcomings. Adding to his dysfunction was a Kroger he had never been in, and where nothing was where it was supposed to be. Brighteyed pairs of multi national Emeroids strolled the store, while PG was looking for something to bring. Finally, a tub of cole slaw appeared in his hand, only to be replaced by brownies with cheese icing.
Further and further into the mean city PG drove, making sure to wave to Martin and Coretta, before heading into the Boulevard tunnel. On the other side of I20, PG looked for Glenwood Road, and then the park appeared. It is a good thing that map book stays in the car. Finally, a house with a rainbow flag appeared, with two men on the front smoking cigarettes. This is the place.
PG was warmly greeted, and even knew some of the people present. Some of the diners were well into their cocktails, and hugging everything in sight. PG was not offended.
Some people arrived in face paint, and soon began to share the colors. More and more plates were added to the kitchen shelf, until dinner was announced in shelf defense. Everything PG tasted was spectacular, and there was enough for an additional hundred people.
In these go outside to smoke days, the back porch is the center of activity. PG stood there for a few minutes, until he decided to see what else was available. He made the rounds from the house, to the front porch, back to the dining room, and back to the front porch. A vague sense of disconnection was setting in, but PG did not want to take away from anyone else's enjoyment. He said thank you to the host, got his unopened box of brownies, and went home.

Police Out Of Control

2009-09-13T19:47:00.001-07:00

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Something is not right with the Atlanta Police.
Sunday, September 6, was a day in the park for Black Gay Pride. At about 10 pm, something happened. Several versions exist of what it was. According to Ryan Lee, speaking in the comments at Rodonline: "Southern Voice will continue to investigate and report on this incident. There was no gun fight in the park, and there was certainly no shooting. There was indeed a brief, (15-30 second) stampede, and immediately after that police showed up in HUGE numbers and shut the park down. I was at the epicenter of the stampede, and those around me said they were running either a.) because a loose dog was chasing people, or b.) because they saw everyone else running and so they decided to run. Also, there were police officers in the immediate epicenter of the stampede, and they did not appear to be breaking up any fights or looking for people with guns. The "people with guns fighting" seems to be a convenient excuse for the police to shut down an event that simply overwhelmed them."
In a later report at Southern Voice, "Lt. J. Little of the dispatch unit of Zone 5, which supervises Piedmont Park, said Tuesday that police responded to an unruly crowd at the park at about 9 p.m. Sunday after someone threw firecrackers causing many people to run.
No arrests were made and no injuries were reported, Little added. He also said police did not close down the park. “There were no guns involved. Someone had thrown firecrackers and some of the crowd ran and caused a little bit of a panic,” Little said. “We dispatched units, but there were no arrests made and no injuries.”
Last night, September 10, the police raided the Eagle. There are numerous accounts available about what happened. There seems little doubt that the patrons were treated poorly.
"Du-Wayne Ray, store manager of Rawhide Leather, which operates below the Eagle, said that he and one of his employees heard one white uniformed officer say to another, “This is a lot more fun than raiding n*****s with crack.”
This weekend, there was a rally at the eagle. PG, who does things like this, went downtown on Saturday. He found two men on the deck smoking cigarettes, and a man sweeping the deck.
Sunday, while PG ate dinner, the rally did happen. One report had 500 people present. Also, some different angles are emerging. The mayoral candidates are refusing to condemn the raid. The police note that no complaints have been filed, which is tantamount to requesting a complaint.
Some felt the rally to be too tame. PG was not there, and does not feel qualified to comment.
Update The rally was scheduled for Saturday at first. The facebook notices were revised, without any mention of a change. Sunday looks a lot like Saturday when you are skimming the notices.

Who Is Getting Paid?

2009-08-31T14:46:00.000-07:00

howryadurrin Jasmyne Cannick is talking about Shirley Q. Liquor. Again.
Miss Cannick has posted about Charles Knipp many, many times. Mr. Knipp (a white man) is a nurse and Quaker minister, who plays a character named Shirley Q. Liquor. SQL is a large black woman with 19 children, among them Oranjello, K-Martina, and Shithead ( pronounced SHA theed).
At one point, SQL decided to fight back. She posted a picture on her site. The picture showed the head of Miss Cannick pasted on the body of a porno star with 120xxx boobs.
Miss Cannick had a series of posts, " A white gay's guide for dealing with the Black Community for Dummies". Episode 5 was about SQL, who makes too much noise to be a dummy. ( She also moves her lips).
PG was perusing the post, when he decided to let the auto start music box play. Auto start may be the single most annoying feature on the internet, but PG let it play. He heard a routine by SQL, "The twelve days of Kwaanza". The routine is funny. Knipp/SQL has a good ear. and is a talented mimic.
Miss Cannick works as a "a political consultant in California on local and state campaigns." In a recent post, she gave the opponent of one of her clients something called the "Negro Please Award".
On August 29, Jasmyne Cannick posted "Shirley Q. Liquor Update: Has the Blackface Performer Retired…For Good?". The auto start device was a youtube clip of "Ebonic Airlines" by SQL. It seems that SQL will not be appearing at Southern Decadence this year because of "Scheduling Conflicts for the Entertainer".
So far, the post only has one comment. Todd Gwynn says "This is one of the biggest Shirley Q. Liquor promos I have ever seen". This got PG to thinking...Miss Cannick is a political consultant, a flack for hire. Is SQL her client?

Foreskin Envy

2009-08-26T18:26:00.001-07:00

cutemupinlittlepieces There is a story about how "health experts" are recommending circumcision as a tactic for fighting the spread of hiv. PG can only surmise that the bug gets under the turtleneck and does not get washed off. PG has never understood how a top would get hiv. With the bottom it is obvious.
PG, as some of you know, is cut. The decision was made for him without his consent. At the time a strong stigma was attached to being uncut. PG's father used to talk about "uncircumcized" men, and it was not a compliment.
Up until a certain time in his life, PG had only seen circumcized dicks. One day in sunday school, the class got onto the subject ( PG does not recall what led to this). The teacher said that he was circumcized, and PG said "I don't know". The teacher did not see how it was possible to not know.
As he got older and did some sight seeing, PG caught on. An early boyfriend was foreskin enhanced. PG was neither repulsed nor fascinated, as some are. It was just another aspect of the ever changing pecker...no two are alike.
A later bf, Wayne, had a few things to say about foreskins and buttsex. It seems like a buddy of Wayne's liked poking with an uncut goober. Wayne liked to talk about how the extra flesh around the manstick felt so good in his rearend. When PG learned how to bottom, he kept this in mind, but never did feel much difference.
Uncut dicks are very popular in some parts of the gay world. The reasons vary...a natural look, the exotic appeal, foreskin envy, the effect for sodomy... as much as the wieners themselves. It should be noted that some men are horrified by foreskins.
Circumcision is closely connected to Judaism. Jews make a big party out of circumcizing the baby boys, which PG always found a bit strange. On the other hand, mohels do good work. PG has never met a Jew with a botched circumcision.

Crazy Owl Talks About Men

2009-08-20T20:15:00.001-07:00

allmyrelations PG has known Crazy Owl for a while. While perusing his site, Crazy Owl's Perch, these items stood out.
1. I believe that circumcision of males shortens the penis length by 10 to 20 percent. There is no proof possible that this is true or false except that one friend of mine had himself circumcised at the age of 23 and came out of it with a one inch smaller dick. The process of circumcision as done by most MDs is done without anesthesia and causes great pain to the infant. Some MDs have said that the baby cries out because he is angry. BULLSHIT: IT IS PAINFUL. I suspect that the pain causes the dick to retreat to the interior somewhere and not want to come out again.
2. Sexual molestation by mothers is common. One pediatrician told me that 90 percent of mothers slapped their son's hands and pecker when they touched their toy while being weighed (naked) - right in front of the pediatrician. My own mother indirectly told me that she had done this to me also. What I do know is that during 30 years of coming to grips with my own sexuality, the sensation of pleasure has changed dramatically 6 times!! Each time was an improvement and a joy to experience.
3. Acute sunburn before the age of twelve will make the penis be short a couple of inches. This observation comes from 25 years of medical practice and several years of being gay in New York City. This condition is particularly common in red haired and blond men who sun- burn easily. Current use of devices to enlarge the dick size are making this less of a personal disaster. Acute sunburn will also cause the orgasm to happen too quickly - within the first five minutes of sex-play. This condition can be treated in traditional acupuncture and/or herbalism.
4.A lot of child beating, where the boy has no choice but to submit and conceal his anger at the parent, will cause the dick to become longer and bigger. Suppressed anger is a medical disaster even though a large dick is often considered highly desirable. Long-boned, thin men have big dicks too. (Swimmers, long-distance runners and basket- ball players are built this way, but their height is irrelevant.) This seems to be 'normal' with these folks who are built like string-beans.
5. At the base of the dick, on the upper side, exactly in the middle is an acupuncture point which makes the dick hard. Everyone who likes to suck cock knows right where it is and will put the middle finger on it while engaging in their favorite fixation. I would not recommend needles or moxa here but a snug cockring stimulates the point quite well.
Another point is located at the bottom of the scrotum on/in the midline seam is used to treat limp-itis and sexual frigidity. Needles and moxa are used for severe cases but in milder cases a tongue will do.
6. At such times as it is necessary or desirable to interrupt or stop excitement, there is a point that will deflate you dick for a while but only temporarily. It has the advantage of increasing the sensation at the next exciting event. This point is located halfway between the a-hole and the very base of the dick. Some women call it the 'Tain't' Experiment with it often. This spot is much used in various Oriental Tantric practices.

Stay Out Of The Bamboo

2009-08-16T21:36:00.001-07:00

thisisnotclothingoptional After a long absence, PG went to a nudist pool party. The Rainbow Naturist Brotherhood (RNB) had a ten year anniversary. The party was held outside Braselton, Georgia.
The trip up i85 was mercifully smooth, with was only one mistake in the directions. Soon PG and Leson were pulling in the driveway, and parallel parking on the side. PG and Leson were technically charter members of RNB, although both had dropped out in recent years.
In 1999, there had been some fussing at the Greater Atlanta Naturist Group (GANG). Some people left GANG, and started RNB. PG and Leson had been on a committee that was updating the bylaws to GANG. This work eventually became the bylaws for RNB. In 2002, there was a controversy at RNB, and PG decided it was time for him to keep his clothes on.
The hosts have a large house, with some acreage. PG got to talk to one of the hosts. He said that on the other side of some bamboo was a church. If you went over there past the bamboo, the 84 yo aunt of his partner was likely to pray over you. The good news is, there is a trail through a forest away from the bamboo. Throughout the afternoon, men would go walking on this trail, looking for wood.
The event was catered, with fabulous food. The appetizers especially were outstanding. It was amazing to PG that anyone would bite into something with jalapenos on top, and be surprised that it was hot. The appetizers were under a tent, which was popular when a rain shower passed through. The rain didn't last long enough to lower the temperatures, and did create a good bit of humidity.
A caricature artist was on the porch, and many of the guests got drawn. Before long, PG saw the sun coming out, and went back in the house to get his sun goo. PG had found a hat in his bag that he had forgotten, a bright bright pink baseball hat from Dacula Pool Service.
PG and Leson were coming back up from the trail when they saw Nurse, a long lost friend. A cheerful conversation on a variety of subjects was started. After a while, Leson decided that his drink needed to be refilled, and PG followed him to the house. By this time the main lunch had been served. Croissants with roast beef and ham, potatoes, and a lovely salad were on the serving line. PG got a heavy plateful, and a glass of sweet tea to go with it.
The rest of the afternoon went quickly. Some awards were given, a ~~grope~~ group picture was shot, and men started to put their clothes back on. The traffic backed up on the interstate, a couple of miles before the mall of georgia. This cleared up, and Leson guided his vehicle through the concrete nightmare of Gwinnett County. Soon, PG was safely home.

Vally

2009-08-14T08:33:00.001-07:00

callyourdoctorifyougetanerection
While PG was writing the post about making safe sex seem like fun, he was hanging out at Gay.com. This sort of multitasking is second nature,to the point where PG has a tough time doing only one thing at a time.
Today, a man says he is horny, and he is located a couple of miles from the house. Even though he is 29 years younger, PG sends him a pvt message. And yes smartass, pvt stands for private, not pervert. It is easy to see how you could make that mistake.
The conversation goes smoothly enough. The person, who we will call Vally, keeps calling PG daddy. He doesn't like to kiss, but likes to suck and get fucked. Vally lives in a house with five other guys, and is a closeted bi. He needs to get out. This works for PG, since his roommate is out for the night.
Valley doesn't like to make phone calls, but he says he will pvt PG in twenty minutes or so. PG takes it all with a grain of salt. PG believes what he sees when he sees it, or more to the point, when meat is in his mouth and or butt.
PG hunkers down on the post about making safe sex erotic, and is happy for the time to kill. The post is almost done when, wonder of wonders, Valley sends the message.
"Sorry, but I got an important phone call. Do you still want me to come over?"
PG replies "HELL YEA."
PG is still in skeptic mode, but he preps the house anyway. Hide the wallet and car keys, put the futon on the floor in the work room, get the condoms and lube in place, tear a small tear in the condom wrapper so it will open easier.
PG returns to the computer and the post, picking out pictures, writing html color codes, and getting the thing ready to slide. He opens a window, clicks on new post, types the title into the window, when PG looks in front of the house and sees a car slowing down.
Before he knows what hit, the car is coming up the driveway. Vally gets out of the car. About six foot tall, neither skinny nor fat, with big earrings in both ears and a receding hairline at 26. PG doubts the closeted bi talk, but keeps that to himself. The two go in the work room undress.
Valley gets to work on PG's goober, while the host runs his hands over his hair and plays with his nipples. PG plays with the hair under Vally's arms, then sniffs his fingers to see if any deodorant is present.
PG grabs a hold of Vallypecker, which is fairly long, but totally soft. Vally continues to honker down on old blue, to the swelling delight of PGjr.
Soon, Vally lays down sideways on the futon, and PG crawls underneath his crotch, eager to get a mouthful of manmeat. Vally brushes him off, and lets it be known that he does not want to get sucked. Before much longer, Vally gets the condom and lube, and gets down on all fours.
PG has a nifty erection by this time, which a fifty something man does not take for granted. He slides gomez into morticia, and starts to pump. Vally is strangely unaroused, keeps yelling to grab his hips and fuck harder. PG is having a fine time, doing the best he knows how to do, and can only hope that his efforts are appreciated.
After a few minutes...more than enough time for many a man to shoot and be done... Vally pulls out, and gets into a position that would require an acrobat to top, let along a man remembers black and white television. PG settles him down, and pokes away at the butt, below a happy triangle of sacral hair.
Valley pulls the hardware out of the software, and wants to lay on his back. PG is soft, which is not uncommon when he fucks. Typically, PG goes soft within a few minutes, but if he doesn't pull out can deliver a decent ride. This afternoon, however, Vally plays with the organ a few moments, declares it dead, and says they are done for the afternoon.
" Have you ever tried viagra? It works really well, and it is not that hard to come by".
PG realizes later that with the uncertain arrival today, viagra was not an option. PG is leery of the stuff anyway, and would rather take his chances with mother nature. Vally is dressed by now, shakes PG's hand, and is out the door.

Condoms Are Fun

2009-08-13T14:23:00.000-07:00

fuckmefastimdoubleparked A man that PG admires, Father Tony, recently wrote a piece for the South Florida Blade about censorship and unsafe sex. It is an interesting piece of work. (The article or the man?)
It seems as though a leatherman's group does not allow the sale of bareback pornography at their gatherings. Some call this censorship. Others call it necessary, and a few more call it stupid. If a man doesn't know the difference between real and fantasy, flesh and pornography, then a leatherman club rule is not going to help.
The focus of the piece was a young man with a tattoo on his back, "protect me from what i want". PG wonders if this is really how we want to approach this issue. To begin with, when you put inhibitions into play, people will tear down those inhibitions with alcohol and drugs. Often, when you are in this inebriate state, you do not proceed in a logical fashion. In other words, a man that needs to get drunk to have sex is more likely to have unsafe sex than a sober man. When you are high, it is easy to forget where the condoms are.
But that is not the best solution either. To PG, the ideal situation is where safe sex is what you want. Safe sex is fabulous, fun sex. If you are on the bottom, how can you really tell if a entering penis has a rubber or not? If you know that it does, then you can relax and let the visitor in, and see how good he can make you feel.
On top, PG finds that the extra bit of friction, from a condom, on his organ adds to the pleasure of fucking. The fact that his mind is at ease helps him to enjoy his fuck. It is often said that most of the pleasure from sex is mental. If you are protected against some diseases, how can your pleasure not be better? PG finds that putting a gummi on his goober is highly erotic. It is a pavlovian signal that something good is about to happen.
It should be noted here that condoms are not fool proof. You should use lots of lube, and unroll the scumbag all the way down the length of the shaft. If you feel it break, you might want to pull out and inspect the damage. Also, there are some bugs passed on through sucking, kissing, and especially through rimming.
PG started fucking in 1972. He was a twenty something pecker cowboy throughout the candy store days. PG had just learned the trick of bottoming when those reports started to come out of New York and San Francisco. Before long, a gay man had three choices...make friends with condoms, quit fucking, or die. PG decided that the first was his best option.
This may sound funny, but jacking off with a rubber on will help you get used to the feeling. Once you get used to sticking it in covered, you see that there is some sensation. A tiny bit of lube under the condom will help Mr. Johnson feel like a champ.
The fact remains that when you bareback, you are literally sticking your willie in a shit hole. Would you use handful of feces as lube for jacking off? How is that different from barebacking? PG does not miss cleaning human waste off his wangdanger. This is another way that safe fucking is what PG wants.

Is Racism Worse Than In 1980?

2009-08-12T15:32:00.000-07:00

thehrcisgoodforthecateringbois It all started when PG went to Rodonline. While PG does not always agree with Mr. McCollum, he does respect the effort put into having an attractive blog. PG even clicked on an ad, trying to get a dollar off coupon at Piccadilly cafeteria. The link did not work, but PG keeps coming back.
The next link PG tried was to the HRC blog. Yes, some people think the HRC is useless.
The feature that was linked at HRC was by an actor, Doug Spearman. The man thinks that racism in the gay community is worse today than when he came out in the 1980.
PG was not impressed by the essay. Mr. Spearman has his own experience. You get in trouble when you make statements about a larger community, based on your individual experience. The things Mr. Spearman said about racism sound a lot like what PG used to hear in the 70s. Mr. Spearman is entitled to his opinion.
PG had too much free time, and started to look at the comments. A few men were having it out, with thousands of words going back and forth. PG skimmed over most of it. One man, who signs his posts "Luther" ( btw, Luther is PG's "real" first name), made a few claims. PG decided to make a comment about it.
Luther do you have any links for this? "I've seen you trying to teach tolerance on a couple of gay blog's that make a meeting of klansmen seem tame whenever a black face shows up," or this "And after the Prop 8 debacle and all the racial slurs spewed in front of TV camera and online and still going full steam on almost all non-black gay owned blogs," Almost all non black gay owned blogs? Thats a lot of blogs there. What do you mean "almost all"? Could you maybe give a percentage figure? Bear in mind that there are millions of blogs, and it is a safe bet that ten percent are gay owned. Do you have the time to read all these blogs?
PG has commented at Rodonline before, and knows the score. Rod McCollum keeps a tight rein on his blog, and if he does not like something, it gets deleted. This is his right as a blog owner. PG has learned to keep an eye on the comments at Rodonline, as there is usually action. He did not have long to wait.
Piers, I think you left you pointy white hood and white robe at one of those PNP sex parties you discuss at your ummm "blog". Thanks for educating us colored folk about racism and white privilege, though!
Posted by: Rahsaan | 11 August 2009 at 23:13
PG looked and looked, and could not find his original comment. He decided to make another comment.
Delete this if you must, but please forward the message to Luther. I really would like to read for myself these "almost all" blogs he is talking about. Rahsaan, you say more about yourself than you do me.
When PG sees the handle "Rahsaan", he thinks of Rahsaan Roland Kirk. PG saw Mr.Kirk in concert the night Richard Nixon announced his resignation. This was 35 years and four days ago. Mr. Kirk was a force of nature, the self described "Modern Miracle of the Tenor Saxophone". Mr. Kirk went to that theater in the sky December 5, 1977.
When PG returned to Rodonline, his first comment had been restored. ( The second comment was deleted ) There were two more comments for PG.
@piers oh, let's just say the major gay blogs. queerty (PUMA Central Headquarters), towleroad, and joe.my.god, shall we? Even though Joe Jervis doesn't have a tolerance for that stuff on his blog too much, towleroad just really posts the news, and queerty...well...
Posted by: Chitown Kev | 11 August 2009 at 23:39
Oh and Piers: White privilege much? Love the fact you parachute into this blog and have no comment on what Doug Spearman says, but are demanding "links" and "proof" of any gay racism. What did Rod say earlier? Isn't it time to punch in at the Piggly Wiggly?
Posted by: Talarico | 12 August 2009 at 00:02
As of 6pm EDT on Wednesday, Luther has not replied.

Saturday Not Friday

2009-08-09T10:54:00.000-07:00

noattitudenopnp PG is always delighted to see the email from East Point. The sex parties there are a delight. He is careful to check the date and day of week indicated. A few months ago, he made the journey on Saturday, only to find out the party had been on Friday.
On this day, PG had been corresponding with Tim. At first, the plan was to get a hotel room in Kennesaw. PG told Tim about the East Point affair, and soon both were planning to go. PG didn't hear back after a while, and wondered what was going to happen.
The journey through downtown went smoothly, even with roadwork closing three lanes of traffic going south. The hosts used to live in an apartment one mile from PG, instead of 12 miles on the other side of downtown. PG parked, and saw a person walking in at the same time. The person he saw had been at the house on the saturday night after the friday party. They made a joke about carefully reading the invitation.
PG got in the house, left his contribution in the kitty, and got undressed. As he walked into one of the play rooms, he made eye contact with a man he had met earlier. When PG met this man before, they kissed, more or less non stop, for two hours. He remembered some stats from correspondence, and realized that this was Tim.
Tim is 6'3", and a touch overweight. He has a boyish face, with chest hair and an almost full beard. He likes to kiss. PG enjoys the thought that sex is just an excuse for people to get together and kiss a lot.
After a while, PG wandered into the dining room, where a sling was set up. The sling man took notice of PG, and asked him to fuck. Later, slingman was on the bed, and PG got him into position to be serviced. First, the condom wrapper did not want to come off. When the condom was out of the bag, it did not want to unroll. By this time PG was losing his erection, and getting upset. When everything was in place, he tried to penetrate slingman, and failed. PG went to clean up, and vowed not to ever use that brand of rubber again.
After some more smooching with Tim, PG got to chatting with Cherokee. PG noticed that Cherokee was rubbing his feet on top of PG's, then paying more and more attention to them. PG laid back on the bed, while Cherokee licked and rubbed PG's feet. While this was going on, PG looked to both sides, and saw peckers going between lips. PG was grateful for contact lens, and the visual delights they enable.

Assume The Position

2009-08-08T15:39:00.001-07:00

CA1-does anyone know what to do in downtown Atlanta?
PG-tell the bums you are poor
JS-good morning all
LEO-hi piers//and js its afternoon now
JS-not until my second cup of coffee!
PG-maybe he is in a different time zone
LEO-well technically its afternoon so//despite coffee or not//lol
JS-LOL//well thank you
PG-it is evening in europe// and morning in california
LEO-well if we was in a different time zone different story//but im asuming everyone in this room is in atlanta//since this is the atlanta room
PG-what happens when you assume?
LEO-well piers this IS the ATLANTA room//and ATLANTA is on eastern standard time
DAWG-Gwinnett tops?
JS-LOL i was on the west coast all week
LEO-and i dont see why people from eruope or california would be in here
PG-at the moment daylight saving time//the server is in california
LEO-ok im not gonna argue with you piers//just drop it!
PG-i was waiting on someone to chime in with the cliche but i guess i have to do it...when you assume, you make an ASS of U and ME
LEO-fuck you piers
PG-just wear a condom when you do
LEO-gross//i may bard//bardf//good on ignore.
PG-this exchange will make a good blog post ty
The pictures that seem to be about New York are from Proceed At Own Risk.

Dollar Lockers

2009-08-04T20:38:00.001-07:00

mondaymondaycantstandthatday Monday is dollar locker day at the flex. A building on fourth street, behind the arby's, flex is the site of the former club south baths. It was shut down in 1985, to reopen as flex ten years later. It is THE bathouse in Atlanta.
PG tries to make it every monday. Drive into town, check out the construction, and hang around naked men. PG has a thing about hot spaces, be it sauna, steam room, or sweat lodge. The first two are downstairs at flex, along with a swimming pool. Officially, you are not supposed to fool around in the hot rooms, but the rule is often ignored.
On the first time in the steam room, a man came up to PG. He started to get friendly, and acted like he knew PG. This was confusing to PG, who did not recognize the man. The man looked like a person who died in 1994. Finally, he said who he was, and PG was happy to see him.
The two went into the sauna and stretched out on a wooden deck. PG laid back with his head on a towel while "Gil" went down on him. They kissed and hugged for a bit, and Gil said that he wanted to get fucked.
PG had met Gil on a couple of occasions, and did fuck him both times. A few weeks before the bathouse meeting, PG had chatted with Gil online, and tried to get invited to his apartment. It turns out that Gil's 17 yo son is staying with him. While this is a porno fantasy, in real life many men are not into that.
The rest of the visit went quite nicely. PG leaves his glasses in his locker, and is legally blind as he prowls. If a dick is big enough, you can see it. Otherwise, you just have to move in a little closer. And ass looks nice out of focus.

Learning How To Bottom

2009-08-02T19:30:00.000-07:00

stickitinstickitindeeperdeeper Most men start out as a top. There are exceptions, but the instinct to put your hard dick in a butt is strong. Soon enough, the young man sees how much fun the bottom is having, and wants to find out about it.
Being able to both ship and receive is one of the great things about being a gay man. Yes, a woman can attach a strap on, but it could not be as great as using a sensitive part of your own body. A man has both the pecker for insertion, and an asshole to receive another man's goober.
There is a reason why some men become size queens. A big peter simply feels better in the butt. PG finds that a bit larger than average is best. If the instrument is too small, it won't hurt on entry, but there will be little pleasure once inside. As for getting hurt, if you relax enough to enjoy the ride, you probably are not being damaged. Men get hurt when they fight back, and don't relax.
Before we get much further with this appreciation for sodomy, a note on safety is in order. It is no accident that the majority of men with aids got the bug through passive anal intercourse. When you shoot a load of virus enabled semen into a man's innards, it has nowhere to go. It stays warm and moist and alive.
There are millions of tiny blood vessels in the lower intestine, and typically a few of these have been broken open by the invading trouser snake. When the virus travels by one of these damaged capillaries, it frequently gets absorbed into the bloodstream. This is one of the most popular ways to receive "the gift".
If you are still negative, there is no reason for you to take HIV into your body. USE A CONDOM EVERY TIME YOU FUCK!!! We have lost enough good men to aids, and the drug sellers make enough profits. One more time, USE A CONDOM EVERY TIME YOU FUCK!!!
OK, so you have a buddy with a hardon, and he wants to stick it in your keester. You want to do this, but the last time you tried it hurt sooo much. It is not hopeless. To begin with, use a lot of lube. Put lube in your butt, and on top of your buddies wang. If he doesn't have a condom on, put your clothes on and go home.
Ok, so you put half a tube of lube on his organ. ( This should be a water based lube like KY jelly. Some lubes can burn a hole in the latex condom.) There are several positions you can use.
PG finds that for getting used to a cock, you can get the top to lay on his back, and sit down on his wiener. This way, you can take your time, and get into the schlong a bit at a time. The problem with this is comfort for the top, and a consequent inability to keep a hard on. Other positions are doggie style, missionary, and legs in the air. Watch enough porn and you will see them all.
PG finds that you can use your breathing to deal with the pain. Face it, a big prick is going to hurt. The thing to remember is, if it hurts when it goes in, it will feel good when it gets there. During that transition, focus on your breathing.
Think, every time you exhale, you are a bit looser. Breathe in, deep, exhale, relax, you are a bit looser. Before long, the visiting doctor will give you the best feeling you have ever felt. It is a magic moment in anal intercourse when the pain turns to pleasure.
Some people like to use poppers when getting fucked. Poppers relax the muscles around your sphincter, and intensify the pleasure as the totem pole rubs against your prostate. Poppers can help you learn how to get fucked. PG is not fond of poppers, for a number of reasons. If you learn how to bottom without them, you can have just as much pleasure as you do with them.
So that is how it works. Buttfucking is as old as men. The basics are, use a condom and lots of lube, relax, and breathe. Get ready to enjoy one of the most pleasurable parts of life.

Another One Bites The Dust

2009-07-28T20:22:00.000-07:00

Atlantarudetudeisreality Dear Atlanta,After 2 years 7 months and 28 days, I am finally leaving this hell-hole of a city. But, before I do, I need to say a few things to a few people I've lost contact with. I would have posted this to "Rants and Raves", but I only need to address several gay men I know visit this page. Please do not flag me.
Here goes...AS - I am sorry things didn't work out between us. I didn't feel for you what you felt for me, I was honest with you about that...from the beginning. You are a gifted, giving, loving man, I wish you all the best. Thank you for your kindness. I'm truly sorry I hurt you.
SS - Although I DO think you are a spoiled, controlling, bi#ch of a brat, I am sorry for my role in the ending of your relationship. There were three grown men involved, each person made their own decisions. I so believe you are better off in the long run, but I never meant to hurt you. I will always regret (yes, I created a life-long regret for myself) the damage/destruction I helped create. That wasn't me, that was a very unhappy man...I took it out on you. I am sorry. I wish you happiness, S. Stay off the pipe and you'll be just fine.
GA - You are one of only two people I cared about. I'm sorry things didn't work out between us. G, be well...take care of yourself...know that I am one of your biggest fans. We had a great time, I will think of you fondly. Thank you for your friendship. Stay healthy.
DW - I'm not sure what to say. Yes, I do love you. Yes, I know you love me. But, it takes more than love to make a relationship work. You know this. And, as with SS, I am sorry for playing a part in the ending of your relationship. I believe I will be regretful for a long, long time.
RC - You were the only friend I made in Atlanta. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for your kindess and including me into your family. You may have saved my life.
TG - You lied to me. You were never my friend, you just wanted to get into my pants. Shame on you.
So, as you can see...I totally f'ed up my Atlanta experience. I truly hate this city (and, I'm pretty sure it hates me too), I take responsibility for my misery. Words cannot express how happy I am to be leaving all of this behind... I know happiness is possible for me.
Atlanta sucks. Most (not all) of the gay men I met in Atlanta are ignorant, racist, filled with self-hate and out of touch. Good luck with all of that...I hope your hatefilled, repressive, racist, southern attitude work out for you.
Early on, I learned the true meaning of the phrase "bless your heart". So, Atlanta, I give it right back to you..."BLESS YOUR HEART"!!! And, I mean that in the most southern way possible.
PG is a native of Atlanta. With a couple of exceptions, he has lived here all his life. Thousands...maybe even a million...of people have come here, gotten what they could, and moved on. The letter above was posted today on CraigsList. While the means of display are modern, the story is the same as the carpetbaggers.
Lots and lots of people come here because they couldn't make it somewhere else. They move to Atlanta, and many do quite well. And then they complain endlessly. It is like that professor at Harvard, the policeman comes to save his life, and the professor insults his mother. PG has learned that those who holler racist the loudest, usually have the most work to do. People are like that.
PG suspects that the person who wrote this goodbye note will write another one about the next place he lives. Surely, he carries the same baggage to the next stop. When you have the attitudes he displayed in this letter, you are going to have problems relating to people.
Whatever the ending to this tale, the letter writers replacement is moving in as we speak. Maybe the next one will like it here better.

Worst Date Ever

2009-07-26T18:52:00.001-07:00

Stalker-:you mean the guy who clogged not 1 but 2 of my toilets ?
Stalker-:worst part is i met him on this site LOL
Jammy-:eek
Stalker-:date was on a sundaty evening, on saturday he'd gone out drinking with his friends
Stalker-:so he comes over, wants to use the bathroom, i asked him to use the one at the top of the steps because the other one had a tendency to run and i hadn't fixed it yet
Stalker-:he was in the a LONG time, so mental note to myself we would NOT be having sex at the end of the date LOL
Stalker-:we got back from dinner, while i took the dog out to pee, he went in and used the 1st floor bathroom, then when i came back in, we made plans for the next weekend and he went home
Stalker-:later that night i walked in the upstairs bathroom and it was clogged and a MESS - looked like an explosion in there
Stalker-:i was PISSED !!!!
Deutsch-:Oh sorry
Stalker-:the next morning i was getting ready to leave for work, went in to pee in the 1st floor before i left and found the same mess in that one
Stalker-:so then i had to get out of our date for the next weekend
Stalker-:end of story, worst date so far
Sade-:So I was in a phenomenally socially awkward situation last night.
Deutsch-:Do tell, Soothe!
Sade-:I was at Joe's. My sig other was waiting on my table.
Sade-:Across from my was my ex.
Sade-:Between us was my bff.
Deutsch-:haha
Sade-:My bff and my ex are dating ... neither of us realized it til THAT NIGHT.
Deutsch-:That's not awkward, that's a setup for hilarity!
Sade-:Ya know Date. I didn't think about it that way ... but you're ENTIRELY correct!
Sade-:Well everyone was extremely casual and polite.
Sade-:But I think everyone noticed how uncomfortable I was.
Deutsch-:Order drinks and start throwing them!
Stalker-:your BFF doesn't know your ex ?????
Deutsch-:i hope not
Sade-:No. They never met ... well, not previously.
Stalker-:must not have dated very long
Sade-:I have had sex with all 3 of them.
Deutsch-:No!

The Red Light Inn

2009-07-24T21:08:00.000-07:00

becarefulwhatyouaskfor
PG found the following ad on Craigslist. Anybody that is staying at a certain whorehouse motel has no business claiming to be DISCREET. To be fair, PG admires the distaste for poppers. On the other hand, rimming is the one act PG refuses to do. PG is also very reluctant to allow anyone to rim him. There are just too many bad things that can happen.
Get A Rim Job At My Hotel - 41 (buford hwy/n druid hills, Atlanta)
Send stats/age/location in first email. vauge one liner responses with no info get deleted. WTF?
I am 41. I am in shape. 5'10, 200lbs. I am cleancut on the outside, total perv on the inside. I am hiv neg. I am drug free. I am poppers free. I am disease free. I am DISCREET.
I'm looking for top guys that like their assholes licked out. If that's you then come to my n druid hills and buford highway hotel room and get your ripe hole munched out. Jack off while sitting on my face. Nut in my face. Jet. that easy/simple. tweak my nips while I do it, even better! I am not looking to get fucked or to fuck. Also love sucking uncut cock.
NOT LOOKING FOR BOTTOMS THAT WANT TO BE FUCKED. NOT LOOKING FOR DRUGS/PNP AND NO I DON'T WANT/NEED OR HAVE ANY POPPERS. DON'T SEND ME PICS OF YOUR ASSHOLE.

The Queer Kings Of England

2009-07-23T19:37:00.001-07:00

onceaknightisenough
In the research for the Piers Gaveston matter, PG found a reference to the Five Gay kings of England. They would be William II, Richard I, Edward II, James I, and William III.
William II (c. 1056 – 2 August 1100), the third son of William I "the Conqueror" of England,[1] was King of England from 1087 until 1100. Little is known about him, and the questions about his sexuality are dubious. William was known as William Rufus, because of his ruddy complexion. He was an aggressive warrior and ruler, and made lots of enemies. When the Archbishop of England died, William delayed in appointing a successor, and claimed the revenue of the church in the interim. He was killed by an arrow shot into his heart during a hunt.
Wikipedia has little to say about his sex life. He did not marry or produce an heir, which may or may not be related to the rumors. There is speculation that the fag rumors were produced by his enemies .
Richard I (8 September 1157 – 6 April 1199) was King of England from 6 July 1189 until his death in 1199. He was known as Richard the Lionhearted, for his prowess as a warrior. What Phillip II, King of France, called him is not known. They were alleged to have been good buddies.
There is speculation that they didn't bump gooberheads, but slept in the same bed as a gesture of unity between the two countries. Before long, the third crusade beckoned, and Richard and Phillip were off to the holy lands to kill for Jesus. At some point they broke up, and fought a few wars against each other. Richard was shot with a arrow, the wound became gangrenous, and he became an ex king.
Edward II, (25 April 1284 – 21 September 1327?)was discussed in a previous post.
James VI & I (19 June 1566 – 27 March 1625) was King of Scots as James VI from 1567 to 1625, and King of England and Ireland as James I from 1603 to 1625. He is well known today for financing the popular King James translation of the Bible. He succeeded Queen Elizabeth I on the throne, and presided over a golden age of English letters. William Shakespeare was one of his subjects.
When James was king of Scotland, and plotting to gain the English crown, he decided to take a wife. The 14 year old Ann of Denmark was chosen. James later took a mistress, Ann Murray. She was the mother of Charles I, who became the King. In addition, he had a stable of boyfriends, including Esmé Stewart, 6th Lord d'Aubigny (later 1st Duke of Lennox); Robert Carr, 1st Earl of Somerset; and George Villiers, 1st Duke of Buckingham. Like Oscar Wilde after him, he seemed to be turned on by titles.
William III (14 November 1650 – 8 March 1702) was a Dutchman who somehow got to be King of England. William married his first cousin Mary Stuart, and she helped him rule as Queen Mary II. A college in Virginia is named for them.
William was suspiciously faithful to Mary, as far as female mistresses go. He did have his male favorites. Arnold Joost van Keppel was twenty years younger thant William, and rose from being a page to being a nobleman with the greatest of ease. When asked about the matter, William said "'It seems to me very extraordinary that it should be impossible to have esteem and regard for a young man without it being criminal".

Chicken Choking

2009-07-22T19:07:00.001-07:00

beatmedaddyeighttothebar
The object of todays post is masturbation. There are two types of men...those who jerk off, and those who lie about it.
When a male starts to produce semen, the fluids create a pressing need to be expelled. Even if a man does not flog the donkey, these fluids will find a way to the outer world. The most common means of this is the wet dream. It is said of some hopeless incompetents that he could mess up a wet dream.
Sooner of later, a man figures it out. Here is a story from a previous post. It describes a first hand experience. :
It was the spring of 1971. Socially uncomfortable, late to experience puberty, PG made it to the verge of his 17th birthday without seeing semen shoot out. While he had lively erections...in fact, had some difficulty in keeping it soft...PG had never shot off.
The family dog had become quite the nuisance by this time, and PG put a hook on his door to keep her out. This would prove handy in the pursuance of his new hobby.
One afternoon, PG boiled a hot dog, took it and some crisco in his room, and closed the door. The wiener went in the anal aperture, and fit nicely. PG took a hold of his crank, shook it a few times, and what seemed like a gallon of white gunk flew out.
So this is what everyone is talking about. PG cleaned up, got dressed, and took the dog out for a walk. After a minute or so, he realized what he had to go back home and do.
He never did stop. In the 38 years since then, not more than a week has ever gone by without ejaculating.
With the rising of ....gay awareness, the jack off club started to exist. They had sex parties, only "no lips below the hips" was the slogan. The guys would bring snacks with them. Once there were potato chips with an onion dip. Someone thought the onion dip was lube, and coated his goober with it. He soon found out he was mistaken.
The universal nature of meat beating among males leads to a number of old husband tales. PG does not think it will make you go blind, as he needed glasses long before the first spurt. Hair does not grow on his palms. PG has noted that if he has actual sex after not slamming the ham, and building a healthy reserve of baby batter, that he will get off before he wants to.
And the beat goes on.

The Piers Gaveston Story Redux

2009-07-18T20:53:00.001-07:00

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When PG started this blog in 2005, one of the first posts he did was about Piers Gaveston. Yes, that is what PG stands for, or at least one of the things.
PG is a regular at gay.com. He had several handles over the years, until the server had an attitude and made him sign up again. Piers Gaveston was already in use, so PG added Jr to the end. That is his handle to this day. When the time came to start his "alternative" blog, Piersgavestonjr was a natural choice. After all. he was the "alleged" boyfriend of the King of England.
PG had seen the movie "Edward 2" The movie is a disjointed mess, based loosely on a play by Christopher Marlowe. It tells the story of King Edward II of England, and his good buddy Piers Gaveston.It made almost no sense at all, until Annie Lennox appeared out of nowhere and started to sing. After that, PG decided that it was a long hallucination. The screening was arranged by a local nudist group. Being in a theater full of nudists, who were fully dressed, added an element of surrealism. A friend of PG arrived in a wheel chair, confirming that aids had, for him, progressed to the point of no return.
Piers Gaveston, the 1st Earl of Cornwall, was born in Gascony in 1284 (?). He was the son of Sir Arnaud de Gabaston, and Claramonde de Marsan. Piers did some military service in Flanders on behalf of England's King Edward 1. Piers was imported to England in 1300 to serve as a pueri in custodia, or official friend, for the son of the King, also named Edward.
This man, also known as Edward Plantagenet, was the first heir apparent to be known as the Prince of Wales. Edward Jr. and Piers Gaveston became very, very good friends. They were also close to Roger Mortimer of Wigmore, who plays a key role in this drama later.
Before long, King Edward was concerned about his son and his friend. Piers was ordered banished, the first of three banishments that he endured. Edward 1 was a busy man in those days, with wars in Scotland, Wales, and the Crusades. In fact, he was on the continent during one of the crusades at about the time Piers might have been born. There is speculation that he was in fact the father of Piers Gaveston, which would make Edward 2 his half brother. This may or may not have kept them from bumping gooberheads.
In 1307, Edward 1 died, and his ingrate son took the throne. One of his first acts was to bring Piers Gaveston out of exile. Piers married a cousin of Edward's, Margaret de Clare. In 1308, Edward left for France to bring back Isabella for his bride. She was 12. While out of the country, Edward left Piers Gaveston as the Regent in charge. This offended the nobles, who were already alienated by the smart mouthed Gaveston.
The wedding of Edward to Isabella ( later known as the she wolf of France ) was planned by Mr. Gaveston, and was a disaster. Whatever his talents as a warrior and palace buddy, Piers was not an event planner. The history house has a great quote about what happened next. "When Edward returned with his new bride Isabella, Gaveston met them toting so much jewelry he "quite eclipsed the king, The king ditched his bride and ran to Gaveston, embracing him tightly, crying, "Brother, brother!" Isabella's father, King Philip IV of France, had given Edward some fancy jewelry which was found to be hanging on Gaveston's neck the very next day. Not to be judgmental, but it's simply bad form when your homosexual lover shows up wearing your wedding presents a few days after the ceremony."
After the embarrassment at the wedding, Gaveston was banished, this time to Ireland. He returned, having learned nothing about P.R., and insulted enough nobles to get himself banished again. At some point or another, Isabella got the impression that Edward liked Piers better than Isabella. This did not sit well with the nobles either.
Before long, Gaveston was banished again, only to return. After a while, the nobles got tired of the whole shebang, captured Gaveston and beheaded him. Cutting off his head was considered the proper way to dispose of a nobleman. The procedure was performed June 19, 1312. This is roughly one week before the Stonewall Riot day. It is, however, the day when Judy Garland got her sleeping pills.
Things got better for a while for Edward and Isabella, but that did not last. Edward found a new best buddy named Hugh Despenser. The wars with Scotland took a bad turn, with the English suffering a humiliating defeat at Bannockburn. Isabella got to be buddies with Roger Mortimer of Wigmore, and they eventually got Edward kicked off the throne.
The legend ( which may or may not be true, but it is a good story ) was that Edward was murdered by sticking a red hot fireplace poker up his butt. As one historian put it "On September 21 Edward was killed in prison, likely with a nod from the Queen. The only account was published some thirty years after his death, but it's spectacular. It reads, "Cum veru ignito inter celanda confossus ignominiose peremptus est," which means, "He was ignominiously slain with a red-hot spit thrust into the anus. (An alternate translation offered by Hutchison is, "with a hoote broche putte thro the secret place posterialle". It probably goes without mentioning that this account may be apocryphal, but it's all we've got to go on.) "
Piers Gaveston may be dead, but he lives on in many ways. At Oxford University in England, there is the Piers Gaveston Society. A lady has taken the cause of defending Edward 2, and has a blog. Piers is a favorite of hers. There are lots and lots of other stories about this ill fated pair on the internet. And in the Atlanta room of Gay.com, PiersGavestonJr can often be seen offering his opinions about the burning issues of the day.

The Lurid Digs Interview

2009-07-14T20:46:00.001-07:00

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It all started last friday night. This is what happens when you blog instead of having sex. PG wrote a post about some fun websites. He included Lurid Digs.
At the bottom of the LD page...at the bottom of the page, that is, almost all of the models are bottoms...was some troubling language about copywrights. PG decided to write Lurid Digs and get permission before he printed any of their pictures.
The very next day, this message was in the inbox :Hi Luther...Sure, you can use the credited pics. Also I'm available for 'interview' should you have any questions you like to ask...Cheers, David K Publisher Lurid Digs
An interview with the publisher of Lurid Digs! What a coup! PG opened up a wordpad and started to think of questions. He edited them to a numerically proper twenty. The questions were sent to Lurid Digs. The reply arrived a few minutes ago.
Oy, too convoluted for me. But thanks anyway. (I was thinking of something much more simpler).Cheers, David K luriddigs.com
PG is disappointed. As Scarlet used to say, tomorrow is another day. And the questions will make a fun post by themselves.
01- Are the models and decoraters for Lurid Digs certified to be drug free? 02- What kind of strings do you use on your guitar? 03- Do you get payment from manufacturers for featuring their products? 04- What can the Gay Community do to fight racism? 05- If Jesus were to pose for you, would you put makeup over the holes in his hands? 06- Should Mike Vick be allowed to play in the NFL after he gets out of prison? 07- Do the photo shoots for Lurid Digs help or hurt the problem of global warming? 08- Who do the models have to fuck? 09- Has any of these residences been inspected by the interiors division of the fashion police? 10- Does Chenille ever go out of style? 11- Do the neighbors in the trailer park get suspicious when you do a photo shoot? 12- Why don't we just go ahead and make murder legal? 13- Are humans as smart as dogs? 14- Is Lurid Digs liberal or conservative?15- Why do people include the office disclaimer when sending out joke emails? 16- Is Lurid Digs pornographic? 17- Who wrote the book of love? 18- If a model dies during a photo shoot, will he be greeted in heaven by 72 virgins? 19- What do you put on the pizza that you order for photoshoots? 20- Do you ever play 20 questions?

Honen Matsuri

2009-07-12T14:26:00.001-07:00

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Two Are Safe For Work

2009-07-11T16:55:00.000-07:00

faaaabuuuuuuulluuuussss I am beginning to see why Puntabulous rhymes with fabulous. He gets a lot of comments. The other day there were links to four other sites that are tons of fun. Some of them are even safe for work.
The top of the list on this wordpad is thisiswhyyourefat. ( Crazy Owl once knew someone named Godurfat). This a series of photos of dishes "to die for"
The one featured today is "The Luther Rory...A one third pound of sirloin topped with two slices of white American cheese, four strips of bacon, peanut butter, between two Krispy Kreme donuts."
Well, you need a dessert after something like that. What about "Flapjack Fiasco...Layers from bottom to top: pancake; cookie dough; pancake; peanut butter and jelly; pancake; chocolate and bananas; pancake; caramel, oreo, marshmallow, sprinkles, M&M’s; pancake; caramel buttercream frosting granished with Trix cereal.
The interiors version of this cuisine is LuridDigs. ( To be fair to Puntabulous, this was not mentioned in that comment thread.) The theme of LD is "" Horrifying Gay Amateur Interiors". Most of them are enhanced by a naked man. And no, they are not ageist or waistist. There are lots of pot bellied oldsters with paintbrush moustaches.
The titles of the posts are an artform of their own. The drama of "interiors designed by lesbian committee" is matched by the futuristic thrust of "boldly going where no interior should ever venture". The last one is illustrated by a threesome in front of a credenza covered with models of the starship enterprise. And for irony, we have "Bibles and bunnies? Just say no- Big Prints? Big yes!" A man of that certain age is sprawled naked on a leopard skin bedcover. His chest hair is silver, his crotch is shaved, and his walrus 'stache is Clairol brown.
Third base in this grand slam is Awkwardfamilyportraits. This rather popular outlet has charming family pictures, and stories from readers. One story goes like this:
"Settling into university and making new friends is always going to be a big thing, and having two friends to stay at home after a drunken night out, my mother (them being two giggly girls) felt in good company enough to invite them upstairs excitedly whilst I was out of the room. The girls - also in possession of terrible hangovers - mystified but intrigued, followed my mother where they were told to close their eyes for a mere moment. When they opened them, my mother was sitting on the edge of her bed with her brand spanking new ventriloquist doll, apparently deciding it would be an appropriate morning to perform an impromptu comedy sketch. Awkward."
Home plate of todays four bagger is AwkwardBoners. Yes , it is what you think it is. Stand up and salute the flag! All rise for the Judge.

Nick And Elvis

2009-07-09T02:21:00.000-07:00

downattheendoflonelystreet A site called listverse recently posted a thing, 10 Scandalous facts about historic figures. Only one was really worthy of further speculation.
Lets get the boring nine out of the way first. Impeached President Andrew Johnson took the oath of office while drunk. ( Supposedly, W was high on cocaine when his father was inaugurated). George Washington inflated his expense account, and Adolf Hitler evaded taxes.
Regarding offspring, Pope Pius IX Kidnapped a Jewish child and raised him Catholic. Thomas Jefferson produced a few children with a slave gf. Mahatma Gandhi and Albert Einstein were dirty old men. ( According to Shelly Winters, Mr. Einstein may have been friends with Marilyn Monroe). Martin Luther ( the thesis nailing German) and Winston Churchill were bigots.
Which leaves Elvis. It seems like Elvis had a crush on James Dean. As Listverse tells the tale : Elvis exhibited many compulsive/obsessive qualities throughout his life which both helped and hindered his personal and public life. One of the areas that Elvis wanted to excel in was acting. He wanted to be the next James Dean and as a result was obsessed with Dean. He anguished over the fact that the roles he was given in movies were not (in his mind) substantial. Elvis knew all the words to “Rebel Without A Cause” that featured James Dean and Natalie Wood. Elvis sought out Wood because of her connection to James Dean. That relationship ended when Natalie came to visit Graceland and Elvis’ mother Gladys (who was domineering and jealous) drove Natalie away. Natalie confided to her sister Lana that “he can sing, but he can’t do much else”. The obsession with Dean led Elvis to intentionally befriend Nick Adams – a very close friend of Dean’s before he died and since his death rumors abound that Adams had a sexual relationship with both Dean and Elvis.
The key figure here is Nick Adams. He was a piece of work. Nick had a career of his own, but was also known as a pal of the famous. One of his good buddies was James Dean. Mr. Dean was widely reputed to be bisexual, with one account having him work Times Square to pay for his acting lessons. Mr. Dean had a knack for getting to know gay Hollywood insiders, which helped his career. The story was that Nick Adams played the same game.
As for Elvis...Mr. Presley was known to have a fondness for ladies. However, a man of his appeal is going to get attention from other men. And, being the rowdy, inebriate country boy that he was, there is a good chance that he took a ride down that street. Was Nick Adams the driver? Only they know for sure, and neither is talking anymore.

The Bloggies Revisited

2009-07-07T21:25:00.000-07:00

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About a year and a half ago, PG was avidly following the gay bloggies. A contest sponsored by a pornmonger, the bloggies pitted ten gay blogs in head to head competition. Every week, one more was voted off the island, until one was left as the winner.
Tonight, PG is going to revisit the top five from last year. There was another five, but they have been forgotten, at least by PG. Blogging is not fair. The goober in picture two is one of the bloggies discussed today.
One of the faves was Ernie at LittleYellowDifferent. He is still in the SF Bay area, and producing a general interest blog called 8asians. Ernie produced an adorable video showing magic markers having sex. Alas, he posted in on a now defunct yahoo venue instead of youtube. This fun piece of work is no longer available. Ernie also seems to have jumped on the Twitter bandwagon. Lots of one time bloggers are twitterines now. PG wonders, if Conway Twitty had lived, would hey twitter with the twitty birds?
One of the bloggies that caught PG's eye was CitizenDangerX. D'Michael is another twitteroid. Getting a better job in Los Angeles seems to be a factor as well. The blog CDX is now mostly photography, with a separate venue for his thoughts. PG speculated once the CDX had a little dick. He disagrees.
One of the early eliminants of the bloggies was Proceed at own Risk.(NSFW!! User name PAYOR password PASSWORD all caps NSFW!!) Richard's blog continues at top speed. His photography is always enjoyable, and makes the opinions worthwhile. PG sometimes comments at PAYOR, and Richard does pay attention to his commenters.
The first place in the bloggies was OMGBlog. The owner of this is rumored to be Frank, who has a cat named Anderson Pooper. PG has left him alone since last year, but did stop by to see how he was. The blog is a combination of youtubes and stories borrowed from other sources. This is an internet formula used by many people, PG included.
The first runner up was Feastoffools, which is now known as feastoffun. PG listened to about five minutes of the signature podcast, until he wanted to listen to a video. The podcast is sponsored by a bathhouse.
Which leaves the second runner up, and number one in the desires of many, Puntabulous. This blog is produced by Craig Mcanally, who is still living at home. Craig made a guest post at Avitable where he proudly announced that his cock was much, much bigger than Avitable's. Craig has a loyal following, with a surprising number of real girls. Could it be that a Mrs. Puntabulous, and a houseful of Puntabulites, is on the horizon?

Proper Use Of English

2009-07-06T08:36:00.001-07:00

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This post fourth monday can be a dank and depressing day. From the depths of Florida comes Avitable to the rescue. His thesis is that bedroom talk has sunk to porn movie depths, and that a return to literary standards will only improve the dialog. He offers the following examples, which PG is taking the liberty of sharing with you. To the happily homophile in our audience, please understand that the author of this is a proud hetero, and probably can't help it. If you use your imagination, you can translate his chatter to the gender of your choice. One of his selections only had five choices. PG wanted to make a rainbow of these, and needed six lines per section. PG thus took the liberty of adding a suggestion to one of the sections below. Just for fun, see if you can guess which one it is? Looking at the original is cheating.

A certain friend makes fun of me because I have a problem with dirty talk. She tries to get me to say some of the vilest things, and I typically abstain. It's not out of embarrassment as much as it is decorum. I mean, is it really necessary to tell someone that you can't wait to feel your cock inside their hot, wet pussy? I say nay. Allow me to demonstrate the proper way to offer direction and guidance in the bedroom while maintaining your dignity and respecting the person with whom you are engaging in private pleasures. Next time you are in the throes of passion with your lady or gentleman lover and feel the urge to use vulgarities to express your base desires, may I suggest that you try some of the following phrases instead? I can assure you that properly used, these statements of desire will immediately precipitate the heaving of any breast and the pounding of any heart.
For the gentleman:* Instead of "Oh baby, you make my cock so hard", try "Oh m'lady, your recent gyrations have caused me to develop a certain feeling of extreme turgidity in my member." * Instead of "I can't wait to feel my cock inside your wet pussy", might I offer an alternative of "I am currently very eager to experience the sensation of my priapic key being inserted into your properly prepared and lubricated lock." * Instead of "I want you to suck my cock until I come", I would suggest "Would you be so kind as to gently manipulate my nether regions orally until I am able to spill my seed as the good Lord intended?" * Instead of "I want to fuck you so hard and I want you right now", may I proffer "I am quite determined to demonstrate my carnal desire with vigor posthaste." * Instead of "Lick my balls", why not say "The use of your tongue on my scrotum shall prove very pleasing if it's not any trouble." * Instead of " Woof", you might offer " Your hirsute torso is arousing my reproductive organ into tumescent readiness."
For the lady: * Instead of "My pussy is so fucking wet", might I offer an alternative of "My lady bits have reached a certain humidity level that is very pleasing to me and ready for the next stage in our relations." * Instead of "Oh my God, fuck me harder", try "Oh Holy Lord up in heaven, I am strongly encouraged by the attempt being made so far and would prefer more vigor and doubled effort." * Instead of "Come on my chest, baby, it's okay", I would suggest "I hereby give you permission to place your mettle upon my heaving bosom, sir." * Instead of "Eat my pussy, bitch", may I proffer "I am currently hoping that your quick wit and quicker tongue may be of use to me between my thighs at this precise instant." * Instead of "Oh fuck me, I'm coming", try "Dearest sir, your vigorous and well-intentioned efforts have not been in vain and I appreciate it greatly." * Instead of "Is it in yet?" or "Are you done already?" I would suggest "Oh Avitable, you are amazing and the best lover, ever, in the history of lovers and I am forever ruined for any other men."

The Candidates Have A Party

2009-07-05T18:47:00.001-07:00

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The following was found on an internet forum. The author is unknown, and is grateful for it. It is a work of satire. The events described here probably did not happen.
This was written before the first primary of the 2008 election. At the time, there were a number of candidates for POTUS. For obvious reasons, made up names are used here. The players are Senator Beeoh, Senator Woman, Mayor Dudee, Governor Buck, Governor Twit, and Senator McDaddy. Doctor Reptile and Senator Haircut were present, but did not participate in the festivities.
The Repub candidates decided to be fair and invite the Demos to the after debate party. They were all there, waiting for Mayor Dudee to show with the party favors.
Well, almost all were waiting. Governor Buck saw the food table and proceeded to help himself.
Doctor Reptile and Senator Haircut were in a corner, sipping cocktails and discussing what the role of government should be.
Senator Beeoh and Senator Woman were quarreling, as usual. It will be nice when the meth gets here and those two can forget their differences and screw. Woman goes crazy over Beeoh's pecker, which is bigger than Haircut and Governor Twit put together. The Twitster was amusing Senator McDaddy by making fart noises under his arm.
Finally, there was a knock at the door, and Mayor Dudee came inside with a paper bag.
Dudee: Hey Men, how is everyone here tonight?
Woman: Hey, I am here, you just like to pick on me because I am a woman. If you don't watch out I will get my husband in here and his secret service guy will kick your secret service guys butt
Governor Twit was eager for the party to start.
Twit: Hush up woman. Do you want to be one of my first ladies or not?
With that, Dudee started to distribute the favors. He took one of the viagra and gave the other to McDaddy. He handed a bag of mushrooms to Twit, while rolling his eyes at the memory of the last time Twit tripped. Beeoh got his blow, and there was Meth for anyone who wanted any.
Meanwhile, back at the food table, Buck was shoveling the chicken wings and beer down.
Buck:Oh boy, this tastes just like fried squirrel
Senator Woman unwrapped a plate of cookies and put them on the food table.
Woman:I baked these cookies for everyone. I hope you enjoy them.
After a while the viagra kicked in, and the old boys were ready for action. Beeoh had already dropped his britches when he saw Dudee approach him with a mammoth erection. Dudee was unwrapping a condom when Beeoh stopped him.
Beeoh: hey, I am raw action only. I want you to breed me tonight.
Dudee bent Beeoh over like a pretzel and smashed his hips into his writhing buttocks. Twit got in front of Beeoh and swallowed his considerable manhood, while Dudee ground into him with an South Bronx fury.
Beeoh: hope change hope change hope change
Woman always had a weakness for overweight trailer trash, and the sight of Buck at the food table proved irresistible. She knelt down in front of him, unbuckled his pants, and rested his potbelly on top of her mousy hair. His goober was not in evidence at first, but a bit of searching found three quarter inches of flesh that resembled a penis. Woman swallowed this probe like she saw that Intern woman do.
Buck:Man, this potted meat is the bomb. Yum, yuuum, oh, oh, oh
Within ten seconds of swallowing the Ozark Organ, Woman got a mouthful of Baptist Batter.
Buck pulled his pants back up and made himself a ham sandwich.
Meanwhile, Dudee rectally assaulted Beeoh, who loved every second of it. Twit opened a bottle of poppers, took a hit, and held the bottle under Beeoh's nose. Then he passed the bottle up to Dudee, who took a big hit.
Someone should have told Dudee about mixing poppers and viagra. Within a minute, he clutched at his chest and fell to the ground.
When Twit saw him laying there, his schlong still at combat position, he lost his mind.
Twit:Man he is dead, and that huge wiener is still hard as a rock. Exotic. I need to get some of this.
Twit started to grab what he thought was lube on the food table. Buck let him know the truth.
Buck:Twit, that is onion dip, not lube. The lube is on the table over there. Leave my onion dip alone.
Twit slathered lube on Dudee's rock hard wangster, and sat down with a smile on his face. He took a hit on the poppers and handed the bottle to McDaddy.
Dudee: Nice try Twit, but I have work to do.
With that, McDaddy took Dudee's place in Beeoh's butt. After a few minutes of intense grinding, he sent a load of sausage squeezings into Beeoh's shimmering opening.
When the Woman saw McDaddy's deposit, she immediately spread Beeoh's ebony cheeks and sucked the manjuice out of his rectal thermos.
There was no call for a recount that night.

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2009-07-05T15:43:00.000-07:00

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Clown Sex

2009-07-04T05:34:00.000-07:00

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One dark and stormy night, PG got an email from a dildo warehouse in New Jersey. The dealers wanted to do something called a "link exchange". PG declined a formal deal, but he did put the company on his blogroll. Right now, they are level with the knot on Tiny Tim's Tie.
On another rainy night in Georgia, PG paid a visit to Eden Fantasys. In addition to the usual supplies found at such a resource, there is a blog page. PG went to the Bloggess. Her mottoo was: Sex is funny. Except clown sex. That's fucking terrifying.
The Bloggess had a post about three words that she finds arousing. It quickly devolved into four words that she finds de-arousing. It is now a bright and sunny Fourth of July morning, and PG is going to repeat these three and four word combinations for your amusement.
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Tiny Tim

2009-07-02T15:29:00.001-07:00

tiptoethroughthetulips There has never been a performer quite like Tiny Tim.
Herbert Khaury was born April 12 1932, to a Lebanese father and a Polish Jew mother. At an early age, he developed a love of vaudeville style music. He learned to play a ukelele, and began performing in his natural baritone voice.
One night, Mr. Khaury discovered falsetto singing. After trying numerous stage names, he settled on Tiny Tim. He got the attention of Rowan and Martin's Laugh In, and appeared on that show. Laugh In made Tiny Tim an overnight sensation. He performed "Tip Toe Through The Tulips".
On December 17, 1969, Tiny Tim married Miss Vickie (Victoria Mae Budinger) on The Tonight Show starring Johnny Carson. The show attracted an estimated 40 million viewers. The couple had a daughter, Tulip Victoria, and divorced after 8 years of marriage.
Tiny Tim continued to perform up until his death November 30, 1996. He had diabetes and heart problems. As wikipedia tells the tale: "He continued to play concerts despite the warnings that, due to the fragile state of his heart, he could die at any moment. While playing "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" at a Gala Benefit at The Woman's Club of Minneapolis on 30 November of that year, he suffered another heart attack on stage. He was led out by his third wife, Susan Marie Gardner ("Miss Sue", whom he had married on 18 August 1995), who asked him if he was okay. Tim responded, "No, I'm not!", his final words...He is interred in the mausoleum of Lakewood Cemetery in Minneapolis.
There is a tribute site to Tiny Tim, and an official site. Under Tiny Trivia, the following items are listed.: 01. Tiny Tim was a devout Christian. 02. Tiny Tim had diabetes. 03. Tiny Tim was 6' 1' tall!! 04. One time, when Tiny Tim was staying at Ceasar's Palace, he decided to have a little fun and order ONE OF EVERYTHING on the menu! 05. Tiny Tim used Eterna 27 by Revlon.06. He also used Jergen's Body Shampoo.07 He used Vaseline Intensive Care: the yellow bottle for his upper torso and the green bottle for his lower half. 08. Tiny Tim also used Oil of Olay - eight times a day.09. Tiny Tim never ate cheese or meat. 10. Tiny Tim liked to use Viva papertowels after showering in hotels because he didn't trust the cleanliness of hotel towels. .11. Tiny constantly washed his hands and "creamed" his hands with lotion afterwards. 12. Tiny Tim loved, in this order, #1 pizza, #2 chinese food, #3 popcorn.

Put Ignorance On Ignore

2009-07-01T15:02:00.001-07:00

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL There are people on the internet who are trouble. Many of you who read this...maybe that should be both of you...are familiar with this type. For lack of a better word, we will call them trolls.
The trolls of legend lived under bridges, were horribly ugly, and did unspeakable things. In the gay world, ugly old men are called trolls. When you go home on many nights, the bridges are safe, because the trolls are in the bars.
In chat rooms, there are people like this. We suspect they are ugly because they seldom post pictures, or they post someone else's picture. They spread their poison for a while, then come back under another name. There is a feature called ignore, which means you do not see anything someone writes. This can lead to amusing situations, where you see half a conversation.
Below is a bit of dialog that is typical. Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
CD-i had my back to everyone for most of the night so i didn't see much
PG-that makes it easy to talk about you
CD-if you saw Nboi i was the only black guy at the table with him
Nboi-CD who are you talking to ?
CD-Hillary
Nboi-why?
CD-bcause i'm a nice guy
Hillary-i dont know Nboi//or at least he puts me on ignore
Nboi-why washe there?
Hillary-yes CD is nice...more i can say for OTHERS
Nboi-who give s a shit CD
Hillary-see how RUDE Nboi is//i didnt say shit to him...and he starts up
CD-i think he doesn't like you
Hillary-u think?! lol//oh well, his loss
Nboi-who?
CD-lol
CD-did you do something or say something to him// what are you talking about
Hillary-no but he is friends with troublemakers and others i turned down for sex , so they gang up and spread lies
CD-that doesn't sound like him
BUBO-OOOOOOOO GOD more carp on Gay dot Crap
Hillary-oh well...maybe not to you// im suprised u have not gotten ims telling u not to talk to me//or maybe u have! lol//thats the way some of these bitter betty's operate
CD-i have not and noone tells me who i can or cann't talk to
Hillary-GOOD// but if u keep talking to me, they will try...trust me
CD-they can try all they want//lol//better watch out CD, they will start talking trash about u 2 if u dont do what they tell u to do
BUBO-Can I aask the room a Question with out every one laugfing???
PG-sure BUBO
BUBO-Has any one taking Levitra before?
Hillary-is that for cholesterol?
Nboi-I have BUBO
CD-i know wej well enough to know that he wouldn't do that
Nboi-it got my heart racing
Hillary-um CD, he already has! lol//to others//so i guess u will learn
PG-is that a boner bill?
Nboi-yeppers
BUBO-Yes PG
CD-he hasn't done it to me so i don't care
PG-anything that messes with blood pressure scares me
Hillary-good for you CD
Nboi-i love how people know me without meeting me in person
BUBO-Well my Doctor gave it to me and he also gave me cialis
CD-Hillary if you wano talk to me you cann't put down my friends
Hillary-why BUBO, u cant get it up?// same for them putting me down?
BUBO-?? Any one??
CD- they're aren't saying anything mean about you to me
Nboi-how are you?
Hillary-just wait//actually i belive if u scroll up u will see what Nboi said when u told him u was talking to me
Beagle returns, all laundry folded and put away
BUBO-Now come do my Beagle
Beagle-nope, already doing laundry now for two, that's plenty for me

Stick It In His Ear

2009-06-30T13:08:00.000-07:00

NoIdontwantfrieswiththat PG was going to revise his rules for gay living, and may one day do so. However, number 12 on the original list caught his eye. "This charming man is now deceased. The State of Georgia executed him a few months ago. He had a disagreement with his boyfriend, and stabbed him to death (at his trial he said it was self defense). He proceeded to cut his bf in tiny pieces, seal these parts in plastic bags, and place them in a dumpster. The fact that his bf was a lawyer does not make it right.
He met his bf at a rest area. The elective surgery was performed in 1983, well before the advent of internet dating. Nonetheless, I thought I would include this as a warning. The state of Georgia takes this crime seriously.
I bet his execution really deterred a lot of would be murderers. "
"On March 26, 1984, attorney George Crooks left his office at approximately 3:00 pm. because he was not feeling well." This is the ironic start to the State's description of the incident. Mr. Crooks went to the apartment of Robert Conklin. What happened next is known only to the deceased.
On March 28, a man stealing aluminum cans from a dumpster found Mr. Crooks. His remains were cut into pieces and enclosed in plastic bags. This created a media sensation. Mr. Conklin was arrested April 8. He was on probation at the time for burglary and armed robbery. Mr. Conklin was a McDonald's manager.
At his trial, Mr. Conklin said he acted in self defense. The story goes that Mr. Crooks tried to force him to have anal sex, and that Mr. Conklin defended himself using a screwdriver. He stuck the screwdriver in his ear and wiggled it around. Mr. Conklin was convicted of malice murder on June 15, 1984, and sentenced to death.
On July 12, 2005 ( 21 years after the crime), Robert Dale Conklin was poisoned to death by the State of Georgia. His last meal was "Filet mignon wrapped with bacon; de-veined shrimp sautéed in garlic butter with lemon; baked potato with butter, sour cream, chives and real bacon bits; corn on the cob; asparagus with hollandaise sauce; French bread with butter; goat cheese; cantaloupe; apple pie; vanilla bean ice cream and iced tea." His last words were "Amen".
As with all executions, there is an abundance of material on the internet. There were appeals for clemency. While PG does not want to make judgments on the crime itself, it appears that the execution was a result of the sensational nature of the case, i.e. cutting the body into pieces and moving it to a dumpster. The fact that a guilty verdict was delivered ten weeks after the crime is curious. One also wonders how many potential killers were deterred by this execution, twenty one years after the crime.

This Is For Judy

2009-06-27T15:13:00.001-07:00

Thesummerof69wasbusy We are approaching the 40th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots. They started after midnight, so technically the anniversary is June 28. It was a Saturday. Much has been written about that incident, some of it contradictory.
At the moment, the image PG has is a bunch of drag queens, singing to the tune of "Howdy Dooody"... “We are the Stonewall girls/We wear our hair in curls/We wear no underwear/We show our pubic hair/We wear our dungarees/Above our nelly knees!” Yes, many of the fighters that morning were female impersonators. If you ever say anything rude about drag queens...and why would anyone ever want to?...you will be reminded of this "fact".
Recently one of the policemen was interviewed on the radio. 89 yo Seymour Pine said that the raid was caused by neighborhood complaints about illegal gambling, mafia connections, and dirty drink glasses. Claiming that the raid had little to do with the gayness of the club, Mr. Pine said "When we took the action that we took that night, we were on the side of right. We never would have done something without supervision from the federal authorities and the state authorities."
June 27 is one of 365. It is the birthday of Helen Keller (1880), and Ted Haggard (1956). On June 27, 1864, the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain was fought. ( For those who say that war is good for nothing, Kennesaw Mountain is a lovely park in the middle of Cobb County. It is a valuable green space in a crowded urban area ). On June 27, 1966, the first episode of "Dark Shadows" was broadcast.
June 28 is another square on the calender. June 28, 1838 saw the coronation of Queen Victoria. In 1914, The Archduke of Austria was murdered, leading to World War I. On June 28, 1919, the treaty of Versailles was signed, which led to World War II. On June 28, 1997, Mike Tyson fought Evander Holyfield. The fight was stopped in the third round when Tyson bit a piece of Holyfield's ear off. Babies born on June 28 include Mel Brooks (1926), Gilda Radner ( 1946), and John Elway (1960).
The rest of the summer of 1969 went smoothly. The war in Vietnam was in full fury. Newly elected President Richard Nixon did not get caught. The New York Mets won the World Series, and the New York Jets (with Joe Namath) won the 1969 Super Bowl. On July 20, 1969, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walked on the moon. The number one hit on June 28 was "Love theme from Romeo and Juliet" by Henry Mancini.
While The Stonewall Riots were the semi official start of the gay pride movement, the message took a while to get around. On August 17, 1969, the Atlanta Police decided to have a raid of their own. They raided a movie theater showing Andy Warhol's "Lonesome Cowboys". Photographs were taken of the audience as they left the theater.

I'm Not LIke Other Guys

2009-06-26T12:24:00.001-07:00

romebeforechristafterfellini There is a scene in Fellini Satyricon.
People gather for a funeral. A message is read from the deceased.
You are to eat my remains, and devour my body
with the same gusto with which you sent my soul to hell.
There was a musician named Roy Harper.
At the end of one song, apropos of nothing, came this:
"To say that G-d is dead presupposes that he was at some time alive".
The images that illustrate this episode are courtesy of holytaco.com.

Unicorns Baking A Rainbow Cake

2009-06-24T19:15:00.000-07:00

somewhereovertherainbow This is a borrowed post. It was originally posted at amerrierworld. PG does not bake or write in first person. He has never had kids. He does borrow other peoples ideas, and introduces them to the rainbow.
At the end of her birthday party last year, M announced that she would be having a unicorn party for her next birthday. I didn’t realise that she was absolutely serious about this. I thought, “It’s a whole year away – she’s bound to change her mind.” But no, for a whole year M has stuck to her original intention and has been counting down the days until her unicorn party.
You could argue that I’ve had a whole year to prepare, so why the sudden rush to get everything ready last week? Well, M may have had a solidly clear idea of the grand theme for her party, but she left the finer details entirely up to me. Not wanting to disappoint, I threw myself into turning our house into an enchanted forest in the hope that any passing unicorns might be tempted to pop in on the big day. We made glittery trees and rainbow streamers while M’s big sister created a welcoming poster for the front door.
Last year, M set her heart on a cake she saw in a book by Debbie Brown (here’s a warning to parents – only ever let your children see pictures of cakes that you’re happy to make yourself). Four being so much more grownupperer than three, M has now thankfully entered the chocolate frosting and smarties stage. I’m not so very far removed from the icing sugar cloud of despair that I miss those fondant modelling sessions yet … I’m quite happy to be doing chocolate and smarties.
I couldn’t resist giving the birthday girl a little surprise, though. From the outside, M’s cake looked perfectly normal (in a homemade sort of way) – a magical plastic unicorn standing amid swirls of white chocolate buttercream and scattered smarties. M’s seven little party guests looked on dutifully as M blew out her candles and I took a knife to cut into the cake.
Hesitating before plunging in to make the first slice, I asked them all, “Do you know what happens when a unicorn stands on top of a birthday cake?”
“No,” they whispered with wide eyes. “He makes a rainbow,” I told them, cutting into the cake.
The next day, M sidled up to me and asked, “Mummy, how did the unicorn do that to my cake?”
Well, if there’s by any chance anyone left in the blogosphere who hasn’t come across a rainbow cake before now, I’ll explain my own take on the concept … just in case a unicorn happens to pass by and stand on another little girl’s birthday cake ;-) .
I’m not sure who had the original idea – there’s a box-mix version doing the rounds that appears to have started with this thread in the dubiously-named ‘Something Awful’ forums. Rejecting the layered box-mix and diet soda variety however, I based my own rainbow cake recipe on Farida’s beautiful Zebra Cake (stay tuned for more from Farida in an upcoming post).
I followed Farida’s instructions to make a yellow cake batter (whichever basic cake recipe you choose, it’s important that it’s one in which the batter doesn’t mix about too much during baking or you’ll end up with a muddy brown cake instead of a rainbow). Then, instead of dividing it into two parts and colouring one part with cocoa as Farida did, I divided the mixture between seven bowls (roughly 4 tablespoons of batter in each) and used my fondant paste dyes to colour each portion a different colour of the rainbow.
I then poured each rainbow batter in turn (starting with red) into the centre of my prepared cake pan. As Farida says, don’t wait for each colour to spread out before starting with the next – just pour the batter into the centre of the pan, then pour the next colour right on top and then the colour after that without waiting for each to spread fully. The weight of each batter pushes the previous colour out further and, as long as you keep a steady hand with the pouring, they all sort themselves out. And it’s as simple as that.
I found out in the school playground this morning that one of the guests has kept her special piece of rainbow cake carefully wrapped up since the party so that she can show it to everyone who visits.

Rock The Boat

2009-06-23T19:03:00.001-07:00

clangclangclanggoesthetrolley PG started to go to gay bars in 1973. In those days, you could drink at 18 in Georgia. The hottest place in town was The Cove.
The Cove was a former warehouse, off Monroe Drive behind Piedmont Park. A non functioning sign for Ballantine Beer hung off the front wall. There was a gravel turn around in front, with a few parking spots to the side. A warehouse at the bottom of the hill had a larger parking lot, which got a lot of use. Included in those uses was a resting place for cars.
In March of 1974, PG dropped out of school and moved back home. By this time, other cha cha palaces had opened. The Cove trooped on, aided by a low overhead and friends. By late autumn of 1974, PG found himself spending a lot of time with Jimetra, who was a Cove man,and a drunk.
PG was not much of a drinker before he met Jimetra. At first, Jimetra would order a vodka and a beer. He would pour half the beer in the vodka glass, and give the remaining beer to PG. This was more than enough for pothead PG.
At the time, the hottest dancehall was the Bayou Landing. A branch of the famed Texas clubs, the Bayou was a warehouse off Peachtree near Piedmont Hospital. The Bayou had a capacity of over a thousand. Voice of the theater speakers hung over the four corners of a huge dance floor. PG wanted to go there, but Jimetra had to see the drag shows at The Cove.
These were scary drag queens. You could see sweat stains under the arms of the gowns. A queen named Micky Martin was the emcee, and Ernestine Brown did country. There was also Mickey Day. She came onstage about halfway through the show, made a gesture like she was ringing a bell. She then lip sync'd " The Trolley Song" by Judy Garland.
After the show, the stage became a dance floor. One night, the DJ played "Rock the Boat" by the Hues Corporation. Jimetra dragged PG onto the dance floor. Within a few minutes PG realized that he enjoyed dancing. He has not quit.
The Cove expanded and became a 24 hour private club. In the early nineties, the city decided they needed the land to build a sewer plant. Atlanta had to decontaminate the ground The Cove was built on to build a sewer plant.

Sixteen Minutes With Beau Breedlove

2009-06-22T19:52:00.000-07:00

iwanttothankthereadersofunzipped
About sixteen minutes ago, there was a scandal involving the mayor of Portland. It seems he had dallied with an intern. There were troubling rumors that the protege was under age. Some thought this was bad form for a mayor, and that he should get another job.
Well, one investigation is over, and Sam Adams gets to keep his job. Yea, just like the beer and the Boston snobs, but one less D than Gomez and Morticia. The BF is Beau Breedlove. That sounds like a made up porno name, but apparently that is what is on his papers. His attorney is named Charlie Hinkle. Does anyone in Oregon have a normal name?
Some sort of authority investigated. The report stated " Here, there are serious questions about the credibility of Breedlove's account, due to his prior inconsistent statements, the lack of corroborating witnesses or evidence, his attempt to gain personally from matters related to his involvement with Adams and his prior criminal record". Ht to Bilerico.
Past criminal record? " Breedlove pleaded guilty to trying to steal $750 worth of clothes from a Macy's department store in Honolulu, according to Jim Fulton, the spokesman for the city Prosecutor's Office.. ".Breedlove was caught trying to leave the store with the clothes in late 2006. He entered into a plea bargain agreement a few months later and was sentenced to five years probation...Breedlove pleaded guilty to theft in the second degree, a Class C Felony."
Jason Ziedenberg, public information officer for the Multnomah County Department of Community Justice, had an ironic comment about the affair. "Ziedenberg said Breedlove is on a low level of supervision because it has been determined he is unlikely to re-offend and endanger public safety." Apparently, having an affair with the mayor when you are *almost* a minor is not a danger to public safety.
Mr. Adams is busy trying to run a city, and avoiding interns looking for daddy. Beau Breedlove has been very, very busy. He posed naked for Unzipped magazine, and made a video about his experience. He wants people to know that he is a good person.
Beau's also served as a judge. A Portland business called Voodoo Doughnuts has something called cockfest. As the story goes "You have a handful of male contestants and a box full of oversized doughnuts with large holes. The “winner” is the contestant who can stack the most doughnuts on his oversized penis while balancing them. (Three doughnuts took top prize this year.)" (PG hopes he is a top) Mr. Breedlove was a special guest judge, along with local drag legend Darcelle.
Voodoo Doughnuts caters weddings. There is no truth to the rumor that they will cater the wedding of Sam Adams and Beau Breedlove. The slogan of Voodoo Doughnuts is " The magic is in the hole".

Forty Years Of Pride

2009-06-20T10:36:00.001-07:00

putyourshirtbackonpleasethankyou
2009- It is Gay Pride Season, except in Georgia. For various and sundry reasons, the celebration will be Halloween Weekend in Atlanta. No one is really sure how this will happen. The prospect of a parade without June heat is welcome. We will just have to wait and see.
Today, here is a recap of my own history with Gay Pride. It was originally written a couple of years ago, when I wrote in first person. PG is getting a day off.
The pictures here are from the 2007 Parade. This is the one I was considering at the end of this feature. While going through the pictures, I was struck by how many normal people with colorful outfits there are. There are some nay sayers in the blogosphere who like to hate on gay pride. Many of them proudly say they have never been to one. While there are freaks and half naked people, thank G-d, there are lots more normal, everyday folks.
1969-When Judy died, I was a pre adolescent 15 year old. I did not pay attention to the news, and doubt I would have heard about the Stonewall Riots even if I had.
1978- I went downtown to a dirty bookstore on a Sunday afternoon. There were guys dancing in the parking lot. I went inside and saw a sign advertising Gay Pride Day, or whatever it was called then. I asked the clerk about it, and he said that if I had been paying attention to my sexual needs by going out I would have known about it.
1980- I was living in Seattle that summer. I was eating lunch at the royal fork when the parade went down Broadway. The rally was in Volunteer Park later. Since the sun was out, some of the men in the crowd took their shirts off. A lesbian speaker asked the men to put their shirts back on, out of solidarity with women, who cannot go in public without shirts.
1981- I was staying in Arcata, California. My host and I took the bus to San Francisco for the Gay Day Parade. Greyhound pulled into town early, and the patches of fog were floating in front of the hills. I went to a donut shop near Castro to get something to eat.
This was the early part of the Reagan years, and rumors of a right wing crackdown on gays were rampant. I had a sense of doom about the men in that donut shop...and I was probably right, although not in the way I would have imagined.
The parade was like nothing I had ever seen. It was like the old July fourth parades here, with the crowd four and five deep the entire length of the Market Street...and they were all gay. The entire community…preppie, leather, drag, twink, dyke...was there.
I climbed into a tree to get a better look. A policeman came by, and said " That tree doesn't want you in it"
There was a huge rainbow banner carried by a crew. This was the first I had heard of the rainbow as a gay symbol. And the floats, bands, groups..it went on and on, for over three hours. Finally, I got tired of it all and talked to some old lady in a McDonalds.
A few weeks later, I was back in Atlanta, starting a temp job with a blueprint company. That job lasted 26 years. About that same time, reports started to come out about Gay men coming down with a rare skin cancer, Kaposi's Sarcoma. That is still going on as well.

thirythousandwearebigtimenow
1989- The Reagan years came and went. I kept a job, got an apartment, and had a life. AIDS took root and grew. And I didn't make it to a local Gay Pride Celebration.
Finally, I got on my bike and rode downtown on the appropriate day. I pulled down 7th street until I got to Piedmont, and saw the action. An impressive (for the time) crowd of about 5000 marched by, until some familiar faces passed. One of them had rubber horns glued onto his forehead, and someone had a sign that said "radical faeries". In those days you didn't have to register as a group.
We all went to the park, where a rally happened. A new mayor was being chosen that year, and all the candidates were at the rally.
I got on my bike, took my shirt off, and rode home. I went to a pool party the next day with lovely sunburn. Whatever good feelings I had about going to gay pride were overshadowed at my stupidity with the sun.
1991- This was the year Atlanta broke into the big time.
I met my friend Buddy, and we parked near the site of a pool party after the parade. Buddy used to live in Midtown, and greatly enjoyed strolling past the big trees and restored houses to Peachtree Street.
We found a place to stand and watch the show on Peachtree, across from the Fox Theater. The parade was much, much bigger than just two years ago, with bands, drummers, floats, and mascara slinging drag queens. There was a fat lesbians club in a Toyota pickup truck...we were very impressed with the truck.
After a while, some people we knew came by, and we joined the action. Mish was there, and he had a little routine ..he talked for a while, said love yourself and don't forget your rubbers, pulled up his dress to reveal a huge cotton stuffed pecker. It was quite the crowd pleaser.
Then somewhere the word got back that the crowd was estimated at 30,000. This was unheard of for lil ole Atlanta. After a few minutes in the Park, we went down the street to a fabulous pool party.
1992- The progress of the previous year continued this year, with an estimated 70,000 at the parade. The Radical Faeries had a big presence this year. We made some signs and streamers, and were quite a sight. I made a noisemaker out of a milk jug and a few rocks, and had a big time beating it while running in circles screaming. It was only when the parade was over that I noticed the blisters on my fingers.
1993- Buddy and I met a group from GANG (Greater Atlanta Naturist Group) and marched with them. We saw a friend of ours watching the parade. He was known to be fighting the virus, and did not look too good.

thethirdactareyouthroughwithyourcocktail
1996 or 1997 I missed a couple of years... in north Georgia camping once, at home with an attitude another time...and when I talked to my neighbor Mike, we agreed to go sit on the sidewalk and see the show.
Now, by this time the whole thing had become predictable. Dykes on Bikes at the start, all the bars with big floats, the leather guys, the drag queens, and the hand wringing about our image.... It was all there. I saw some people I hadn't seen in a while, saw a couple of hours of the parade, and went looking for somewhere to have lunch.
1998 or 1999 I was still in GANG at this point...not for much longer though. That is another story, about the fallibility of man made organizations. They asked for volunteers to work the booth in the park, and I signed up for Sunday morning while the parade was going on.
We sat down behind a table, and took off our shirts. Lots of passerbys thought we were naked, and came over to look behind the table. I should have borrowed Mish's prop to show them.
And that is one man's story of Gay Pride. During the millennium I have stayed at home, and chuckled as the thunderstorm passed over the crowd. I am planning on making it downtown this year, but that can change. Where it was once a statement to go to Pride, now it is niche marketing. If you stay at home there will be twenty five twinks, dykes, and children to take your place.
While pride can be a powerful act of liberation and self assertion, or just a big loud party, it has progressed to something you do because you want to, not because you have to. Unless you are a pro (i.e. a bar worker, organization bigshot, or newly out and want to see it all), in which you should not miss a moment.

Krispy Kreme Bread Pudding

2009-06-18T10:27:00.000-07:00

intheeventofarealemergency
PG has been in various groups for a while. In the last few days, he went to two functions, in two rather different groups.
The radical faeries have been a part of the life since 1981. Sunday, a house in East Point was the location of a pot luck. Early on, someone asked PG how he got into the faeries. The answer was that he had been around for a while. It is possible that the first pot luck PG attended was before that person was born.
Only a handful of the attendees Sunday had met PG. In a case like this, it is best to sit back and listen. There were some good stories. People who have to be the one talking miss out.
The dinner Sunday was unique in one way. PG usually goes by the store and gets something. For this event, he went in the backyard and pulled up two collard plants. The leaves were cleaned and steamed, a towel was wrapped around the pot, and the greens found their way to the table. They were gone by dessert time.
There were a couple of notable dishes. Caboose brought some ingredients, and chopped and assembled the parts on the porch. Oranges, mint, and onions go well together. Someone else brought a Krispy Kreme bread pudding. It sounded gross, but one serving went down well. It was a touch on the sweet side.
Wednesday night found PG at Dave and Busters in Duluth. A confab called the Gwinnett Guys was getting together. PG had been one of the first to join, but had not made it to an event.
The Gwinnett Guys is a work in progress. A part of the ning social networks, GG is just getting going. The idea is to provide a way for Gay Men who live OTP to get together. The main rule is that it is not for hooking up. This reminds PG of a nudist group he was belonged to. The unofficial motto of GANG was "we are not a sex club".
Dave and Busters is a big, corporate funhouse. PG wandered around the gameroom and did not see any likely candidates. He then went into the dining area, and saw a group of men at a table. He walked over and asked if this was the Gwinnett Guys. He soon pulled up a chair and sat down.
There were a total of eight men. There were two couples, and four men by themselves. One man did a majority of the talking at the dinner table. PG was made to feel welcome.
After a while, the party went to the arcade. A game involving pitching coins into dumptrucks was especially popular. The arcade was busy, with families of all types and colors. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and no one seemed to mind the homos in their midst. After a while, PG decided it was time to go back to his ITP home.
If this is going to come out as a double rainbow, then there needs to be one more paragraph. Sometimes, when you have told your story, you need to say a bit more to fit your format. There is a rainbow colored sign over the entrance to the arcade at D&B. That made PG feel at home.

Piling On D.L. Black

2009-06-16T12:13:00.001-07:00

ladiesandgentlemenofthejury
PG got back from the radical faerie potluck and got back on the internet. The dinner was held in a cute little house in East Point. There were a bunch of adorable men that PG had never met. The dinner was unique...usually PG stops at the store to buy his part, but this afternoon he cooked. A couple of collard plants in the backyard were pulled up, cleaned, and steamed.
Someone else brought Krispy Kreme bread pudding, which sounded gross but was pretty good. The conversations were lively, and a puppy pile was going on in the darkened living room when PG left. The rainstorm in Alabama did not hit town until after PG was home.
So the internet beckons. The hot subject today is Dustin Lance Black. If you initialize that, it is D.L. Black, which is kinda ironic. The blonde Mr. Black is not on the DL.
There is an Atlanta Blogger who met Lance Black in Hollywood a few years ago. This was before Mr. Black used all three names, like a high profile defendant. Apparently, the Atlanta Blogger did not care for Lance Black. The impression of Lance Black he gave was that of a pretentious, bitchy queen.
Before "Milk" was released the screenwriter went about harvesting publicity. When he won the oscar, he gave a speech that some found inspiring. DL Black went on to make a spectacle of himself on behalf of the cause of gay rights.
This weekend, some naughty pictures of the scribe were unveiled. One of them shows him apparently getting fucked without a condom. His explanation was that this was someone he was dating three years ago. He who excuses himself accuses himself.
PG wonders who D.L. Black pissed off.

I Hate You You're So Good

2009-06-15T11:25:00.000-07:00

youwriteemandisingem
This is gay pride month. Except in Atlanta, but that is another story for another time. It is also the fortieth anniversary of the riots at the Stonewall Inn in New York, which kick started the whole shebang. Which is celebrated with a lot of he bang.
The short version of the Stonewall story has the police raiding a gay bar. The crowd, including many drag queens ( for which the gay community owes them unlimited gratitude and eye liner), fought back. Many of the patrons had been to Campbell's funeral home to see Judy Garland, and were not in a mood to be messed with.
The death of gay favorite Judy Garland was seen as the spark, which set off tensions that had been building for a long time. But what happened to Judy? (borrowed from findadeath.com)
"The evening of Saturday June 21 1969, Judy and Mickey were watching a documentary, The Royal Family, on television, when they had an argument. Judy ran out the door screaming into the street, waking the neighbors. Several versions of what happened next exist, but the fact remains that a phone call for Judy woke him at 10:40 the next morning, and she was not sleeping in the bed.
He searched for her, only to find the bathroom door locked. After no response, he climbed outside to the bathroom window and entered to find Judy, sitting on the toilet. Rigor Mortis had already set in. Judy Garland was dead at the age of 47.
Official cause of death: Barbituate Poisoning (quinalbarbitone), incautious self-overdosage, accidental. The day Judy died, legend has it, there was a tornado in Kansas. "

What To Do About Marlyn

2009-06-13T20:44:00.001-07:00

puthehankyintheleftpocket
Craigslist is so much fun.

I am looking for a good Christian boy to FIST me.
I love jesus and love feeling his hand on my life.
I now want to try feeling his hand IN my life.
I want to pray before we fist and after, too.
There's nothing like clasping our hands together in prayer,
followed by stuffing them up my ass.
Email me and lets make this happen.
Only into CHRISTIAN boys.

Lost Missing 34

2009-06-12T19:23:00.001-07:00

whenindoubtgototheleft
Lost Missing is a public art project. The concierge is Mattilda. This is episode 34./ If I had more energy maybe I’d show up for one of your weekend afternoons in the park dressed in layers of mourning, head-to-toe black lace complete with a gorgeous embroidered veil, and out of a fuchsia rolling suitcase I’d remove
seven huge three-dimensional letters made of glass and lay them out on the ground in front of you. Through the glass you would see the grass, but also the reflection of the sky and maybe your eyes -- G-O-O-D-B-Y-E -- and then I would take
a tiny metal hammer with an enamel surface covered in elaborate flowers and smash each letter, one at a time the grass the sky your eyes the sky the grass the sky the sky, and then when I was done I would take out a tiny pink vacuum
cleaner to remove every glass shard even the tiniest remnant and then I’d walk slowly down or up the hill through the crowd whichever felt more dramatic in head-to-toe black lace with my fuchsia rolling suitcase. /Of course, if I had more
energy maybe I wouldn’t think about you at all, not even when wondering what kind of vacuum I could find that would be so small, and cordless, and that I could be certain would remove any traces of the glass, so as not to hurt anyone, and of
course you would be the person I would ask such a crazy question. And you would say: here’s what you should get. Or: that’s a crazy question./Once I asked you whether chickpeas would ever lose their shape and you said no, you’d have to
put them in a blender. I didn’t realize that would be one of the last questions I’d get to ask. But I just cooked chickpeas for seven hours and they lost their shape, a small victory./Sometimes I feel better when I don’t think about you, and
sometimes I feel better when I think about you, because maybe that will mean that eventually I won’t think about you, and sometimes I actually don’t think about you. The other night I went to some huge public event and I thought maybe this
is the time -- I saw so many people from so many different parts of my life even our life and it was kind of fun, I almost thought it would be okay to see you too but then I worried that would mean I wasn’t really expressing myself. So then I thought about the glass letters again, everyone smashes windows. Right now I actually feel calm.

Is Jesus Gay?

2009-06-11T21:29:00.001-07:00

praisethelordandpasstheammo
There is a post at Bilerico on the subject, “Is Jesus Gay?” Technically, the post was titled “Was Jesus Gay”, but many of his admirers insist he is alive today. Much depends on what you mean by Jesus.
To PG, there is the spirit Jesus and the historic Jesus. The two have little in common besides the name. The spirit Jesus is what people worship today. It is a man made contrivance, with a promise of life after death to those who believe in him. PG learns about Spirit Jesus through those who believe, and PG is appalled.
The historic Jesus is tough to pigeonhole too. Despite the extravagant claims of believers, the Bible does not tell us very much about Jesus. It was written long after the life of Jesus, and has been translated and edited extensively. While the Bible may give you a sense of what Jesus was like, to call it the complete, inerrant word of G-d is preposterous.
That said, the question today is whether or not Jesus of Palestine was gay. A problem with this question is the modern concepts of gay and straight. As Father Tony said in his presentation : "Jesus would not have thought in terms of gay vs straight. That kind of labeling is a more recent - and I hope temporary - phenomenon. I suspect he was more like the contemporary Italian man who has sex with his childhood male friends, gets married to a woman, has some kids, and then goes back to having sex with the guys, with maybe a mistress on the side. Those Italian men do not consider themselves gay and are puzzled about the strident American insistence that one needs to buy into and proclaim an exclusive and clear cut membership in one camp or another."
Did Jesus have sex? Some would argue that he did not, others argue that he did. The Bible does not say yes or no. The shroud of turin offers a negative image of Jesus without a navel, not a clue as to where he slept. If Jesus was a male, then he almost certainly had erections. At the very least he had wet dreams, and probably masturbated. There are some who believe that Jesus was "without stool", or never took a dump. If this is true, then it is immaculately conceivable that he did not jack off.
It is a famous line of the gay rights movement that Jesus never said anything about homosexuality. There is a gospel tract with the title, "What Jesus said about homosexuality", that opens up onto a blank piece of paper. The only trouble with this is that people don't look closely at what Jesus was reported to have said. An example is Matthew 15:11 "Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man; but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth a man."
Another concept is that the most popular translator of the Bible, King James I of England, was a homosexual. Perhaps this affected the text that his translators produced. As for the Council of Nicea, which assembled the Bible from various texts, little is known about the players. The same could be said for the men who wrote the Gospels. As with the sex life of Jesus, it is a matter of faith and belief.

Oscar Wilde

2009-06-09T15:39:00.001-07:00

whatonearthdoyoumeanbythat
Mr. Star-what's up tonight man
PG- not a lot wassup on you
Mr. Star-not much at all besides fighting a case of the hornys lol
PG- what did oscar wilde say , the only way to deal with temptation is to give in to it
PG- of course after forty the problem is finding help
Mr. Star-lol so so true
Mr. Star-the young could learn somethings from us
PG- i have been trying to think of something to write about, and a famous fag in history like mr wilde just might be it
PG- no, the young know it all, wait until they get older and forget
Mr. Star-i know
PG- in the case of mr wilde, i wonder, when dealing with famous wits like him, if he thought of all that himself or if he was just a good listener with clever friends
PG- the more i think about it, i could write 500 words about wilde easily, without looking doing any research
Mr. Star-always good
PG- did you hear the story of what happened to him in georgia?
Mr. Star-no but i bet it was a good story
PG- in 1884 he did a speaking tour...he hired this black kid to work as a valet...on the train between atlanta and augusta the train people told the valet he would have to go back in the colored peoples section...mr wilde was amazed
Mr. Star-oh my
PG- one night at the cove in 1974, a person said something about Oscar Wilde, and i said I did not know who he was...i got an immediate lecture
PG- the person went on to be an administrator at georgia state, and consulted about an article in etc magazine about wilde in the nineties

whydoesthedoctorhavenoface
If PG cannot write 500 words about Oscar Wilde, he might lose his gay license.
If that was 500 words that had never been said, it might be different. Oscar Wilde is one of the most written about men of letters in the history of the language. It is quite a story.
A word of caution is in order here. This account is written from memory and Wikipedia. Both sources are imperfect. While Wikipedia is flawed, it is also a valued resource that this author is grateful for. Please do not take anything written here account as proven fact.
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was born in Dublin, and moved to England to go to Magdalen College, Oxford. He became well known for several things. He made a speaking tour of The United States in 1881, where he met Walt Whitman. On May 29, 1884, he married Constance Lloyd. They had two sons, Cyril (1885) and Vyvyan (1886). Cyril was killed by a German sniper on May 9, 1915.
Oscar became a well known man of letters. He published a novel, " The Portrait of Dorian Gray". A character in the novel, Lord Henry "Harry" Wotton, is very witty, and has a great deal of influence on young Dorian. Many of the witticisms that Mr. Wilde is famous for are spoken by Lord Wotton. Oscar Wilde was also a great admirer of the English Aristocracy, which was a factor in his downfall.
Mr. Wilde was a playwrite, whose plays are produced to this day. At the time of his downfall, he had three plays running in the West End of London. In the "Gay Nineties" before movies and electric entertainment, this was as high as you could get in the entertainment world.
Some are surprised to learn that Oscar Wilde was a married father. He is well known for his homosexual adventures. He coined the phrase "The love that dare not speak its name". It is frequently noted that in modern America, this passion never shuts up.
One of his good buddies was Lord Alfred Douglas, aka Bosie. He was the son of the Marquess of Queensberry, who was not amused by Bosie and his friend. One night, the Marquess left a calling card at Mr. Wilde's club, with the note that Mr. Wilde was a "posing somdomite". Oscar Wilde, unwisely, made a complaint of criminal libel against the Marquess of Queensberry. After the libel trial ended, Mr. Wilde was arrested for "gross indecency". He wound up in prison, and left for exile in France upon his release. He died in France,and was buried in Pere Lachaise Cemetery. Oscar Wilde leaves a legacy of novels and plays, and a collection of famous sayings.
At one point, The Georgia State Players performed "The Importance of Being Ernest", perhaps the most famous of Oscar Wilde's plays. PG knew one of the players, and went with his friend Jimetra. To their surprise, one of the other players was the man who had lectured PG about Oscar Wilde a couple of years before that. Jimetra had gotten to know this gentleman. At one point in the play, he said " I truly have nothing", to which Jimetra said, “is that ever the truth.”

Just Enough To Win

2009-06-06T12:46:00.000-07:00

doctorflipperstripperspinthebottleshowmeyourdick
It is a lovely Saturday afternoon in 2009. PG wants to play with his new toy, but is too lazy to write anything new. The only answer is a repost. The original version of this was posted August 19, 2007. A big thank you goes to Wikipedia for much of the information presented today.
There is a magic moment in a mans life. He sees that some guys have bigger dicks than others do. This is a source of endless fascination for many of us, and being gay only makes it more so. The fact that peckers are hidden from view only spurs on the speculation.
Over the years, some men have gained notoriety for the size of the organ. One of the first names to "arise" is Milton Berle. There is one story you may have heard, but it is too good not to repeat.
One night in a bar, Miltie was drinking with a friend, when a drunk came where they were standing.
"Ok Berle, we all hear about your big dick, but I think mine is bigger. Why don't we pull them out now and see who is the champ"
Mr. Berle’s friend had a suggestion. " Come on Miltie, just pull out enough to win"
Mr. Berle is also known for performing in drag. He used a lot of duct tape.
There was an incident when "Uncle Miltie" was guest hosting "Saturday Night Live". Saturday Night Live writer Alan Zweibel, who had written many Friars Club jokes about Berle's penis for other comedians, described being treated to a private showing: "He just takes out this-- this anaconda. He lays it on the table and I'm looking into this thing, right? I'm looking into the head of Milton Berle's dick. It was enormous. It was like a pepperoni. And he goes, 'What do you think of the boy?' And I'm looking right at it and I go, 'Oh, it's really, really nice.'"(While the incident in the SNL green room was going on, Gilda Radner walked into the room)
Another man famous for packing a long gun was Porfirio Rubirosa. Born in the Dominican Republic, he was a diplomat, racecar driver, and gigolo. He was married to several uber wealthy women, and linked romantically to many others, including Dolores Del Rio, Marilyn Monroe, Ava Gardner, Rita Hayworth, Soraya Esfandiary, Veronica Lake, Kim Novak, and Eva Peron. It wasn’t Argentina she was crying for. According to wikipedia " His suave manner and rugged good looks came with a prodigious male appendage and sexual prowess, both subjects of much gossip. Truman Capote described his male organ as "an 11-inch cafe au lait sinker as thick as a man's wrist". To this day, large pepper grinders are commonly referred to as "rubirosas" ".
Many other entertainers are rumored to have huge goobers. When you go to the Large Penis Support Group, the name which pops up is Matt Dillon. Also frequently mentioned are Roddy McDowell, Forrest Tucker, Lyle Lovett, and David Bowie. When "American Werewolf in London" was a video hit, there was a sequence with David Naughton that was paused and replayed at a feverish pace.
While politicians are known for being big pricks rather than owning them, Bill Clinton scores on both fronts. As for the persistent rumors that Hillary's is bigger, PG does not know. Make a campaign contribution and you can find out.
While "legitimate" entertainers are qualified to compete, there is another class of performer whose cock size is on constant display. This would be the porn stars.
In 1974, PG saw a bootleg copy of "Deep Throat" with a couple of co workers. ( This was also the first VCR PG had seen, way before it was as common as the toothbrush)
Discussing the movie later, one of the guys said "They must have searched high and low to find that guy who played the Doctor". Now, Harry Reems is talented, but not really that unusual. PG thought to himself, either this man has not seen very many, or he is tiny. .
Then there was Johnny Wadd, the detective with the biggest gun in town. John Holmes was, in the end, a sad story. Promoted as being the largest hunk of meat in the business, he fell fast when the novelty wore off. Drugs, burglaries, and prostitution were all involved. He was connected to a murder, and died of AIDS in 1988.
Another Porn Star was Jeff Stryker. He was involved in selling dildoes that he modeled for. Stryker sued Health Devices Inc. and California Publishers Liquidating Corp. for over $1 million for breach of contract and piracy when they sold a bootleg dildo of his genitals without paying him sufficiently. The case was heard before a judge in Los Angeles, who eventually brokered a deal whereby the case was dismissed upon payment of $25,000 to Stryker

Thursday For Play

2009-06-04T14:46:00.000-07:00

kennesawrequireseveryonetoownafirearm
PG got the email, and decided to go to the party at the Red ~~Light~~ Roof Inn. RRI has gotten heavily into internet advertising lately. Their slogan is "get a room". ( PG looks for an example to be sure of what he is talking about, and cannot find it.)
The host is a young man, who we will call Wick. He is a big man, six foot seven, heavyset, with a luxurious display of body hair. PG is smooth and light bearded, and envious of men who effortlessly grow body hair. Wick says it is not that great, especially when it creeps over the back of a t shirt.
When PG arrived at the room, Wick mentioned that six men had just left. When you travel 25 miles to get to an event, the timing is not always perfect. PG rubbed on Wick's hairy back while they waited for more men to arrive. One man was going to bring his twenty something son, which aroused the ...curiosity...of those present.
Alas, the first man to arrive came without his son. He was uber hairy, had a small dick, and seemed eager to get off and get back to work. PG speculated that the "son" was non existent, and a ruse to ensure an invitation.
PG had returned to rubbing Wick's back when the door knocked. A heavyset man with a wedding ring came in. He said early on " I like to talk". He did.
He had a nice, fat pecker, which got the bottom minded PG to thinking. However, the talker kept hitting the popper bottle, and was not up for any anal adventures. The poppers did not make him quit talking. Some guys act like they see too many porn movies, and think people act like that in real life. Finally, PG helped the talker stroke his meat, until he, noisily, got off. PG wonders if his wife listens to the jabbering all the time, or if, perhaps, she talks more than he does.
Wick was checking the laptop, and decided that no one was going to show until later in the evening. He hinted at taking a nap, and PG decided it would be good form to be on his way. Just before leaving, there was a knock on the door. A black man, wearing a tie, had arrived. He had not sent an email telling Wick he was coming. Wick told him they were through for the afternoon.

Rhett and Scarlet

2009-06-03T13:05:00.001-07:00

dontaskdonttellsamnunngotohell
Since PG went on blogspot exile, a few things have happened. The loudest has involved same sex marriage. PG looks in amazement at it all.
The institution of marriage is lawyer driven. While some say it was invented by G-d, marriage has long been regulated by the legal industry. Married couples have long had certain rights and obligations. This is very profitable for lawyers, and their support systems. Some of these attorneys filed suits to enable same sex partners the ability to access these special rights. At some point last year, the California Supreme Court ruled that same sex couples had the right to get married.
The fertilizer hit the fan. A referendum was started, for something called Proposition 8. The matter was put to the voters. An expensive, and many say poorly run, campaign for the repeal of Prop 8 was carried out.
PG has never been concerned about Gay Marriage. He is single, and has little prospect of getting married. While he is concerned about the special rights that straight couples enjoy, he has never been especially worried about marriage. To PG, the true outrage is Don't Ask Don't Tell. The idea that a military can force you to die during wartime, and then kick you out because you are gay, is much worse than the inability to get married.
In the words of John Waters...“The best thing about being gay in the old days was I couldn’t marry, go to war, or have children,” .
Moving right along, the election happened, and Prop 8 was upheld. Some polls showed that 70% of the black voters were in favor of Prop 8. A few internet personalities commented on this, and the backlash continues to this day. When some protesters ( PG never learned how many) used the N word during a protest in California....Lord, you would think the sky was falling in.
A few days after the election, a rally was held at the Georgia State Capital. Many signs were displayed, a few people were in costume, and a good time was had by all. Despite what some naysayers would have you believe, there were no pink robed crossburners at the event.
The day of the rally...November 15...was 144 years after General Sherman burned what was left of value in Atlanta. PG was hoping Rhett and Scarlet would drop by, but they were, understandably, eager to get out of town.
And so the matter continues to flow downhill. That is a basic rule of plumbing, along with not biting your fingernails. The California Supremes upheld the November vote, and set the stage for another election campaign. The fundraising industry is ecstatic. Several states have passed laws enabling same sex marriage. The consensus seems to be that someday it will be a non issue. In Georgia, this is likely to be a long time in the future.

Saturday Night On The Range

2009-06-02T22:19:00.001-07:00

sometimesthelastminuteisthetime
PG didn't decide until 930 that he wanted to go to the party. The hosts are very understanding, though, and PG knew that his rsvp email would be well received. With the preparations and the drive to East Point, it was way after ten when he arrived.
PG goes to the dressing room, where E...one of the hosts...is holding court. No, I have thrown people out for having attitude, I will not stand for it. You are here to have a good time, there are certain things I will not put up with, like attitude and drugs.
The sling was getting a workout when PG walked by. A group of men was around the perimeter, taking in the action. There was room to slide by.
The kitchen was the next stop. The non human food at the parties was always good, and PG was feeling his sweet tooth those days. There was a box of small Cinnamon rolls, and a box of these little chocolate cakes. PG was munching on them when a man started to run his hands up and down his body, before kneeling in front of the cookie muncher. PG managed to slide over to the food, so the man could continue to service his wiener, while PG continued to pack on the calories.
There was a long, tall man with long hair laying on the bed. PG slide over, starting off by gently tweaking his nipple. Soon the man sucking the longhair left, and PG took his place. The young man had eight solid inches of manflesh, which PG took eagerly, swallowing the entire vessel until PG's lips were brushing against pubic hair. PG cuddled with the young man off and on throughout the night.
The long haired man, whose name was L, got to talking, and said something about agreeing to get married to a woman by a certain age. PG thought he said something about thirty. A minute later, someone asked L how old he was, and L said how old do you think. PG said 29. L, who is 22, was horrified. PG, who is 55, got a good laugh.
L was reputed to be a bottom, but gave a convincing performance as a top. Standing in front of the sling, grinding his considerable flesh into the quivering backside of a tattooed man. The tattoo bottom was sucking on PG while this was going on. Men who are getting fucked always seem to give the best blow jobs.