going to new jersey!

for what, you may ask? to sell my eggs silly! a couple wants my eggs, and they shall have it, for a price of course.

i'm really excited. i know i have a food and travel stipend coming my way, and i'll be using it to pay for a rental car to drive to new york. i've never been in new york, so i'm pretty excited. i definitely want to visit some of the hole in the wall restaurants, see if the food is worth all the fuss.

i really should say that i'm going to new york instead. i'm just using jersey as a stopover, really. all the fuss about the people who want my eggs living there and such.

hall of fame

first things first...i just turned 31 yesterday. it was nice, believe it or not. what sucks is the heartburn.

i am getting slammed with work, so posting has been very spotty, as if you guys haven't noticed. it's all about establishing the groundwork for my career. basically, i want to write, act, direct, edit, and photograph. that's a lot, isn't it? but that's what i want. i won't stop until i get it.

in the meantime, here's some of my best posts, with a little commentary.

men who lactate: my newest obsession
men you can literally milk really fascinate me.

the beginning of brokeback basketball
i flex my skill in writing gay sports themed erotica.

yao ming and dirk nowitzki: the forbidden encounter
i remember feeling gloriously alive when i wrote this post. after i wrote this, i thought to myself: i think i just fucking climbed mount everest. you know how proud i was to have written this piece of sports themed gay smut? let me tell you, after writing this post, i just HAD to take out my magic wand. the giddiness was so infectuous...i was so sweet to everyone around me for a whole week. i mas emailed this post to friends and family...i was so dizzy with pride. bar none the best post i have ever written.

the political female
why gender is just social bullshit.

objectification: is it always wrong?
why wanting to be treated like an object is neither a feminie nor masculine character trait. i make my case that dominance and submission are not tied to gender or biology, but to individual personality and preference. i also make the contention that dominance and submission is a false binary.

a fantasy
what happens when i get the power to achieve my goals?

dear matt sanchez
i ask a melanin rich, man loving, latino conservative republican male where i can purchase his gay porn movies.

respect and fear
this is why i will always be more in awe of viruses and insects than i ever will be of any human being.

a hot dream
i scare even more readers with this piece

the lockerroom voyeur
the comment section contains some nice accounts.

the militant feminist
why feminism is not "anti-fun" or anti-male.

content ownership: this is where the talent really takes it up the ass (and not in the good way either)
this stirred up alot of controversy. there were some people who mistook my demand for reform and regulation as "antisex" and antiporn. fucking idiots.

gender blender
more on the plasticity of gender

my personal ban on straight porn
i make the case that buying gay porn is the ethical choice.

unjured
i suffer a temporary illness that prevents me from typing the letter i.

something a friend needs to accept
non negotioable things you need to accept if we can remain friends

the unmarriagable one
this is why i'll make a shitty wife.

old. very old.

i am recovering from massive heartburn from an eating binge yesterday. i puked about an hour ago, and i only feel a smidgen better. there was too much lobster, too much lamb chops. where has all the fun gone in my life? well, i couldn't burn the candle at both ends any longer, could i?

yes, i know. how boring. no more tales that make me interesting. my pegging and fisting days are over, and frankly, i don't miss them.

you could say that my outlook has really changed. right now, i am most worried about my eyesight. i've accepted that i'm an old fogie when it comes to my sex drive nowadays. but my bad vision is really starting to scare me. for years, i didn't care that i was practically blind without my contacts. now that i'm a photographer, i worry that my eyesight will dwindle away to nothing. no offense to happy blind people, but i'd rather die than go blind. i'm not kidding.

i hate that i'm getting so morbid. that i worry about my physical capabilities. but that's what old age does to you. i think about the nasty things that could happen to me, and loss of eyesight would definitely kill any will to live for me.

if this downer post doesn't kill my readership, i don't know what will.