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Category Archives: Amusing
A Photo Finish
Hmm, looks like the horse wins.
Inventive
The most popular urinal in town.
A New Perspective on Penis Size
Consider yourself well-hung if your erection
reaches past your belly.
The Whimsical Art of Paul Richmond
Paul Richmond posing for an article on Gay Artists
One of the many things I like about men is their wit. Paul Richmond displays his through his art. In his world, boys can’t seem to keep their pants up, a problem, if only it were more widespread, would make this world a more interesting place. See more at Paul Richmond Studio Blogspot.
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Can you remember the incredible 60′s?
At last … a cell phone for guys my age:
That’s right, there was a day we wondered if cell phones would catch on. Many of us thought computers were a new toy for kids. So yes, they’ve been a frightful number of long years. But they’ve created the witches brew of experience that’s found in the paragraphs of my novels.
Congressman Hank Johnson
Congressman Johnson is concerned Guam will capsize with all the military personal and equipment the United States is stationing there. Here he’s quizzing a general about his concerns.
Congressman Johnson … Everybody who lives on an island knows that when an island begins to capsize, everyone is suppose to run to the other side.
Lady claims to look like Homer Simpson
From www.gloriabrame.com
Condom Maker Ranks States By Size
“Who dat” with the largest penises in America? New Orleans, D.C., & New Hampshire top the charts for penis size
LOS ANGELES, March 3rd, 2010 – New Orleans now has another reason to call itself “The Big Easy.” The home of this year’s Super Bowl champs has taken the top spot in Condomania’s ranking of U.S. cities by penis size!
And the men of Washington D.C. apparently are more than just big talk, big egos, and big promises. The Beltway boys claimed a close second place for the biggest average penis size in the nation.
As for the “biggest” state in the Union? While New Hampshire may be one of the smallest states, it’s not so small when it comes to penis size, topping Condomania’s state by state comparison.
America’s first condom store, Condomania (Condomania.com), has just unlocked its huge database of penis sizes and released these unique rankings of the 50 states and the 20 most populated U.S. cities by average penis size. After 20 years in business, Condomania knows perhaps more than anyone else about the nation’s penises.
Openly Gay Men in the Military?
Don’t Ask Me
by Paul Rudnick, from The New Yorker
“I do not see how permitting open homosexuality in these communities enhances their prospects of success in battle. Indeed, I believe repealing “don’t ask, don’t tell” will weaken the warrior culture at a time when we have a fight on our hands.”
—General Merrill A. McPeak, former Air Force Chief of Staff, on the Op-Ed page of the Times.
My name is Marine Corporal Roger T., and I am one gay soldier who agrees wholeheartedly with General McPeak, although I think that he doesn’t go far enough. Because my staying closeted, in fact, makes me a better soldier, through what I term sublimation. For example: Right before heading out into a firefight with Iraqi insurgents, I always imagine myself at the beach with Merrill A. McPeak, both of us in helmets, camouflage-print Speedos, combat boots, and sunglasses. I picture myself rubbing sunblock all over the luscious, leathery hide of General McPeak, and the adrenaline rockets through my veins, and by the time I leave the Green Zone I’m ready to kill anything that moves, and then make savage, passionate love to its corpse. I’m at what I like to call my sensual, combat-ready McPeak.
As a gay man, I naturally spend much of my time debating casting issues involving the musical theatre, although, thankfully, I can’t share such thoughts with my unit. Instead, when I spot a potential suicide bomber, I think of him as someone who insists that Tyne Daly was the greatest Mama Rose of all time, even better than Merman. This makes me so enraged, and my aim grows so steady, that I can pick off the bomber with a single well-flung grenade, while shouting to myself, “Tyne was appealing, but she didn’t have a shred of Angela Lansbury’s esprit, or Patti LuPone’s thwarted fury! Anyone who ranks Tyne over Patti deserves to die! ” It’s called valor.
General McPeak speaks movingly of unit cohesion. He says, “We know, or ought to, that warriors are inspired by male bonding, by comradeship, by the knowledge that they survive only through relying on each other. To undermine cohesion is to endanger everyone.” To which I say, Sing it, sister. I love male bonding more than anything, and I live for unit cohesion. Just the sound of the words makes me tingle with manly aggression. Whenever I see my unit, or anyone’s unit, all I want to do is cohere. I embrace my unit, with both hands, and I draw it to me, again and again, in a vigorous manly embrace, often until the guy on the top bunk says, “Roger, calm down. That Vogue is from two months ago.”