The Baby Ruth candy bar was not named after a baseball player but the daughter of US President Grover Cleveland.

The Three Musketeers bar started out as a single bar with three flavors easily divided into three pieces. Then it was just one flavor, but indented across the top so each of three segments could be broken off. Much later, when candy bars because smaller (at the same price or greater) because of the rising price of chocolate, there was only one division and the slogan became "Big enough for a friend and you." Now they no longer bother to pretend it is big enough for more than one person.

In similar fashion, when many US soda makers switched to metric sizes, the price per unit did not go down, but the amount of content in each bottle got smaller. When there was a rise in sugar prices, soft drink prices also went up. Not sure they ever came back down, but curiously– I cannot figure out why but maybe you can-- "diet" sodas, which are sugar free, also got a price increase at the same time.

There is a joke that involves some prominent politicians by name– that always makes thing funnier, right? Changing to framing to a more generic version, I offer:

The husband was upset by seeing a message written in yellow liquid on the snow in his front yard. It said "Bob can't fuck" and he was named Bob.

So he sought expert help to have the piss graphiti analyzed in order to find out who did it. The consultant reported there was good news and bad news. The good news: It is your neighbor's urine. The bad news: It is your wife's handwriting.

Sorry no one has added anything here for so long, but I am not going to resist saying how much I appreciate these photos. My first thought was that this topic was about the notorious Andre Serrano "Piss Christ" artwork that has demonstrated so well that free speech has its limits when god botherers are offended as of they were not loving, caring "Christians" but hateful Muslims with a poor sense of humor when it comes to some things, because blasphemy only counts when "they" do it to "us."

I like the notion of writer Fritz Leiber that when the porno performers come to town, their show is held in "the god hall" because god is unshockable.

But then, I am also waiting for reporters to start putting quotation marks around the word "Christian," when they talk about "Christian" fundamentalists and so on. Why do they get to assume a fact, not in evidence, that these generally hateful wingnuts actually ARE Christians just because they support the death penalty and oppose abortion, sex education, geology, biology, and all the rest of those "lies straight from the pit of Hell"?

Competent drivers would not be watching that behavior because they would have their eyes on the road. Unlike, for example, the U.S. schoolbus driver who crashed because of texting while driving.

On the other hand, one really IS constantly astonished at the depth and breadth of hatred in bigotry, often with the excuse of religion. Just as patriotism long ago became the First refuge of a scoundrel (rather than the last), Christianists in particular seem to think their Get out of Hell Free card is actually a Get Out of Jail Free card, as in the game of Monopoly.

Here's a great example. In the great state of Florida, a continental appendage that just sort of hangs there limply on the map, a man (maybe drunk) and the woman he was breeding were arrested for the disgusting and abominal crime against natu… I mean for having public sex in public on the beach where nearly naked people never think about sex and must absolutely not ever see it because... I dunno? Churchianity? Because it is okay to molest your sisters or your wrestling students, if you are a Republic*nt? (NB: Major U.S. controversis at the moment over conspicuously misbehaving soi-disant "Christians."

I for one and sick and tired of being sick and tired of these self-righteous creeps. But here we have a hetero couple getting it on, and instead of being told to cover up or "get a room, you two!" they are arrested. But that is the least of it. Conviction means they are legally required to register, annually, for the rest of their revolting hetero active lives, as "sex offenders." They will not be allowed to live near schools. And on and on as if they had done active evil rather than have a lapse of judgment.

You want to know what a lapse of judgment is? It is when top US General David Petraeus running our brilliantly inspired and entirely God-approved war in Iraq gives away national secrets to the woman he is boning. Then, when the court is besieged with letters from all sorts of military officials and civilians asking for leniency that absolutely would be denied to "international man of luggage" Edward Snowden for leaking documents as a whistle-blower, not to get laid, but to right a wrong.

The people defending Gen. Betraeus, who presided in the field over the U.S. loss of our fledgling oil suzerain to actual Iraquis (the ones not yet killed as "collateral damage" are not defending the s.o.b. because of their own lack of judgment. No, no. And the cop who pulled a gun on neighborhood kids at a TXass pool party, well, he had a history of poor decision-making, but even if it was a crime what he did, that does not defend an entire network on the electronic television machine defending him and claiming the children were going to "shank" (knife) him (with, apparently, nonexistent weapons). These and some presidential candidates are also busy defending the child-molesting cultists and reality show grifters. That is not a lapse of judgment on their part either.

Well, enjoy the hidden cam vids of couples making love on the beach while you can. If they get caught in Florida, home of not one but two current presidential delusionists who are far holier than thou, no matter who thou art, such good time fiends can be punished for the rest of their lives, even if they are strait.

By the way, have you heard the popular US joke about the tasteless and watery low-alcohol "beer" we have here being called "Love on the Beach" because it is "fucking close to water"? Well, you have now.

This Gay Test turned up somewhere lately, perhaps in one of the forums hereabouts. Feeding into stereotypes.

The New York Native, best gay paper ever in the U.S., used to make fun of stereotypes, as two men in leather at a bar discussing recipe details or stock market trades.

Years ago when the woman who cut my hair in West Hollywood (aka "Boy's Town") found out that I did not know Larry Hagman, star of the TV show "Dallas," was the son of singer/actor Mary Martin, she shrieked in outrage, "You can't be gay!"

"Passing" as strait the way the way powerful and notoriously homophobic Republican lawmaker Dennis Hastert,once third in line to be U.S. President (right after the Vice President in the line of succession) is a lot like someone passing as "white," though at least if race is yr guilty secret, you don't have to come out to your mother.

Maybe the real question about whether you are gay or strait is why it matters. You could just have sex with str8 men and call yourself bisexual, but in reality there were no gay/strait categories in practice until heterosexuality was invented by shrinks over a century ago to compare these "normal" people to "inverts" who perverted the natural order and committed "the disgusting and abominable crime against nature," just like some 140 animal species, depending on how you count those that change their sex like the aliens in an Ursula K. LeGuin novel. Note the assumption that gay and normal are opposites. Without that kind of narrow-minded anti-sexual bigotry, it wold be a lot easier for people to partner freely instead of remain under the thumb of anhedonia, which really IS a perversion.

[Since there may or may not be an attachment, Preview of this post does not indicate, just to be on the safe side I'll explain that the comedy "Gay Test" proposed is whether you thought the guy in the chair was cute, because if you also noticed how naff the chair is, you were definitely gay.]

Johns3: I'm guessing I'm gay because I usually attracted to guys not girls, but sometimes I can watch female porn too.

But who do you want to be naked and busy with?

There is too much fuss over labels. Gore Vidal felt that you were whatever you were doing at the time. You could be gay with a man, str8 with a woman, and like most of us I suppose, asexual in between. Except for all the thoughts about sex…. Hmm. Maybe the truth is, as I always claim, that "real men" do anything sexual that they want to do, in the same way that the joke that claims "real men don't eat quiche" is readily countered by asserting that Real Men eat anything they want; wanna make something of it?

I used to worry about this crap, but at some point I decided that since I am a man, anything I do is something that a Man does. I am the definition of masculine. If my equipment got shot off in the war as with that Hemingway hero with the unspecified wound, I would still be a man. And just as doing it with a woman does not make me a woman, doing it with a gay man does not make me gay, though it might indicate I am one horny sumbitch and, hey, we were stuck in the rain with nothing to do.

It's only partly a joke that the difference between a strait man and a gay dude is a six pack. One current U.S. presidential candidate in the clown car (guess which party of hypocrities) claims that people can become gay in prison, just because. Southern belle and "confirmed bachelor" Lindsay Graham clutches her pearls regularly but has had the guts to claim that Republican dupe Caitlin Jenner, nee Olympic decathlon champion Bruce, is welcome to join in the party if she wants to.

More obvious may be the point that sexual activity is fluid and situational. Just because all those paid dupes getting sucked by a man at a gloryhole and think they are being fellated by a female supposedly do not know what is really going on (like the hired pickups on BaitBus or the shocked "victims" on Straight2Gay, what we know is that they managed to get off, whatever they thought was hoovering their horn, so it is not Actually the sex of the partner and, surprise, sex is in your thoughts first.

I was thinking that it might matter whether you felt most comfortable and at home with gays or straits, but there is lots of self-loathing and I cannot be the only one here who went through a confused and tearful phase of feeling cursed when my less than half-hearted efforts to enjoy sex with women were not satisfactory. It is probably still common for dudes to spend years going through the motions without a lot of passion before they manage some other accommodation.

That is different from the old men well over half a century who have lost their wives through death or divorce or are sexless due to the wife's medical situation and then, no longer familiar with dating rituals, decide to exploit their "bicurious" side. Now, that aspect may have been there for years, but it sure is convenient how they manage to, in the words of Woody Allen, double their chances of a date on Saturday night.

If everyone were not bigoted and prejudiced, sex would be sex, but as it is, there are still stigmas. A famed U.S. singer was in the news when she got a serious girlfriend and found it not at all convenient or readily accepted when she was surprised to find herself in love with a man.
If it really were equally convenient and socially approved to have consensual sex with anyone of any gender, there would be a lot less horny people running around in a rage. One thing at least Freud's brilliant follower Wilhelm Reich got right is that orgasms are the enemy of Fascists.

The truth is undeniable-- "When you're hot you're hot, and when you're not, you're not." All the rest is commentary.

You might want to think twice before writing off this 12-hour epic, which has just been released by NetFlix all at once in a way that facilitates binge watching. Shot in multiple cities in eight countries and packed with star power, this intimate epic from the Wachowski brothers who soared in Matrix and connected characters across space and time in Cloud Atlas got at least some exciting early reviews after the first three hours were released to critics, including the two excerpted here, neither of whom I have ever heard of.

Although the above references the Wachowski "brothers," one of them, as you probably know, has since transitioned to female. Sounds like that is at least part of the reason this whole venture may be transformative and worth taking the time to become immersed in the stories.

Here, for example, is Michael Ahr:

Netflix delivers an epic tale of eight strangers from around the world inexplicably linked in their thoughts, emotions, and memories.
“If I were to tell someone in a sentence why they should watch,” says Sense8 executive producer J. Michael Straczynski, “the answer would be, ‘Because you will see things in this show you have never, ever seen before.’”
Truer words were never spoken. It should come as no surprise that this partnership between Straczynski, perhaps best known for Babylon 5, and the Wachowskis of The Matrix and Cloud Atlas fame is a unique, cinematic, and sometimes philosophical series of massive scope. The 12-episode nominally science fiction series new on Netflix is without a doubt one of the most artistic, cerebral, and well-written offerings this year.
The most impressive aspect of this story is the manner in which it’s told. Eight separate tales of very different lives in vastly disparate cultures are woven together by depicting telepathic conversations happening simultaneously across widespread geographical locations. Scenes were shot on location in San Francisco, Chicago, London, Reykjavik, Seoul, Mumbai, Nairobi, Berlin, and Mexico City. A psychically-linked dialogue between characters could happen anywhere, seamlessly unfolding, say, both in the savanna of Kenya and a bar in Germany, not one bit of it in a closed studio.
This technique is awe-inspiringly complex and is used in action-driven scenes as well as those with deep emotion. The characters can be present in scenes far away from their homeland or even inhabit each other’s bodies. Sex scenes become orgiastic and cross gender boundaries. Cultural differences are broken down as well since the mental bond is strongly embraced by all eight members of the “cluster,” as it’s called.
In the cluster are Nomi, a transgender hacker; Will, a Chicago gangland cop; Wolfgang, a safecracking thief; Kala, a Bollywood bride-to-be; Capheus, a Kenyan bus driver; Riley, an Icelandic deejay; Sun, a Korean exec with fighting skills; and Lito, a closeted action film star. The Wachowskis notoriously like to explore themes of identity, sexuality, and evolution, and this diverse group portrayed by actors recruited from their native countries bridges its members’ obvious differences in seemingly impossible but ultimately believable ways.

http://www.denofgeek.us/tv/sense8/246678/netflixs-sense8-season-1-review

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Naturally, the complete review tells much more about the storylines and the ways the characters interact inside their mind-meld "cluster" as well as with outsiders. So does the review by Bryan Bishop, as hinted perhaps in these selections:

Nobody has ever accused the Wachowskis of being short on ideas. The filmmaking team behind movies like Cloud Atlas and the Matrix trilogy have built a career on creating worlds you’ve never seen and spelunking deep into the depths of a million navel-gazing questions about the nature of existence and our place in the universe. What they’ve struggled with — particularly over the past 10 years — have been characters worth caring about.
Wolfgang’s tale takes on the vibe of a gritty crime thriller, while the story of a closeted Mexican movie star and the actress who’s obsessed with him plays like a tongue-in-cheek comedy of errors. The show shot in eight different countries, and the Wachowskis are stretching their legs here, clearly having fun with the expanded canvas they’re able to work with, while never sacrificing their signature attention to detail or style. Whether it’s ponderous slow-motion or a dancehall rave, there’s no question: they’re going Full Wachowski.
While there are crimes, unjust incarcerations, and chases, over the first three episodes, the bombastic plot twists are relatively rare and there’s no fantastic sci-fi to be seen. Instead, the show takes its time, building its world moment by methodical moment. It’s not as heavy on plot as many binge-hungry viewers are going to want, but the approach lends a sense of intimacy to the show that I've never seen the Wachowskis pull off before. Nowhere is it more apparent than in the story of Nomi (Jamie Clayton), a transgender writer living in San Francisco.

http://www.theverge.com/2015/5/28/8673391/sense8-review-matrix-wachowskis-netflix

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Will be interested to learn what more persistent viewers make of all this hubbub and how well the hive sense of the eight Sense8 characters works out in terms of emotion, character, and a satisfactory level of action whizbang. Meanwhile, I hope to have completed my part in the adventure within the week.

The dark back room of a bar is not necessarily a precursor to LTR, and at least at online hookup sites, those who claim to be interested in conversation seem to be lying and really mean "conversation with someone who would be totally hot and sexually desirable even if they had the discussion skills and insights of a Kardassian."

When I was discovering sex in the pre-plague years, one of the first things I learned from a gay contemporary was that the tubs are better than gay bars "because you meet a better class of people." He also told me reassuringly that no, not everyone could tell my secret shame"
Straights are so naive." Obviously that info as as dated as segregated lunch counters (anyone else old enough to remember lunch counters? Every "five and dime" store used to have one. (Five and…? Oh, never mind.)

Whether those views were ever correct, they certainly helped me survive the most confused period of my life.

Apparently not everyone agrees on what "straight porn" means. Bizarre. What "straight" men do is fuck women. Since not everyone even agrees what having sex means anymore (cf Bill Clinton on getting a bj: "I did not have sex with that woman."), a man getting sucked by a woman is also, in my opinion "straight sex."

It might be claimed that anything a "straight" man does sexually is "straight sex," in which case solo masturbation in private, no phone, no cam, is "straight" sex if a strait does it, gay if a gay does it. Kinda silly, right? The first time most guys jack off, they may very well not have any idea whether they are gay or straight, even if they are keeping inventory of how much time they spend fantasizing about women, women with women, men with women, etc. Does not speak well of labels, if you ask me. Which you did not.

When a str8 man is fucking a man for pay on camera or is getting blown by a man on camera, they are still "str8" and are having gay sex. Does fucking a woman make YOU str8? At most, it may mean you are gay or, like most hormone-crazed boys in the throes puberty, curious about how much fun it is to get off and happily discovering/plotting all manner of means to do so. In solo sex, that may mean lube or no lube, a naked hand, a hand with a greased rag in it, humping the mattress as if there were some person between the humper and the wet spot that ends up on the sheet, and so on.

In "Portnoy's Complaint, a once notorious mainstream novel, the horndog fucks an uncooked piece of raw liver. Boy, does that work! Or so I hear tell. I know someone who, when young, experimented at least once with tinfoil. Humping a carpet or the space between couch cushions can get you raw in a hurry. I imagine. And of course, now there are devices that numerous str8 military and other paid men enjoy on camera and claim to be a highly convincing simulacrum of a pussy. None of which, according to me, means the jackoff dude is gay. And if a man used to regular snatch and feeling an urgent need for relief uses some else's hand while fantasizing about a woman, perhaps being watched on a computer screen or other porn player, well, any port in a storm. As one highly successful Casanova told me about getting sucked shortly after he enlisted in the Navy, as the cocksucker reassured him, "Hey, it's just a blowjob."

In many of the Bobby Garcia videos and similar documents of enlisted US Marines being taken to heaven while supplementing their meager paycheck, it seems pretty obvious these young men have never had an oral experience as powerful as the one they have on camera in their first session with a gay man showing them what it is all about. Some of that ecstatic response and explosive ejaculation may be a result of being paid to perform their manly function, maybe the thrill of being documented on camera as part of acting out a porn star fantasy, and maybe just that they have not many (any?) women with enough interest or experience to be any good at it.

Women often hate the stick, messy, yucky stuff, have never dreamed of resisting their gag reflex for some else's pleasure (or their own satisfaction for a job well done as a talented slut in the bedroom or generally able to get a man hot and bothered and helpless before their awesome power over the supposedly stronger sex). With little interest, limited experience, probably lots of inhibition, the women these men have face fucked likely have not been esp. skilled or even enthusiastic. Likely, they don't swallow because that would make them feel even more debased and degraded.

Whatever the hangups of the gals our young fighting best may have, the dudes themselves probably have not had a wide range of experience getting blown by chicks their own age, and no matter their size ("yes, of course this is eight inches, honey, and you're doing great"), the number of women who have been willing and able to deepthroat them and tolerate some frenzied pounding, is vanishingly limited.

Me, I think it is fun to watch these butch military men– young, desperately horny, being on the receiving end of the kind of suction and dick manipulation that makes bj's famous-- learning what the possibility really is. But whether they are str8 or gay, have their attention focused on pussy porn videos, or are lost in fantasy with their eyes closed, their arms behind their head in the mudra of nonreciprocation famliar to anyone who has had much time with trade, these are not str8 men having gay sex. Even if you believe that getting head IS sex and not a guilt-free substitute. Unless, as prev. indicated, you define private solosex in a way that makes every pubescent boy's first toying with his wonderful newly discovered plaything, the one conveniently located an arm's length away for easy groping and stroking any time they feel a need to molest themselves.

Now, maybe I misunderstood the original question. (Hey, like the joke about three Irishmen walking past a bar-- it could happen!) But if the topic introduced has to do with whether a gay man enjoys watching men fuck women, then that is porn by and for and featuring straits. Not bi-porn where the XX-XY breeding impulse is attenuated. And definitely not dick porn made by or for gay men to admire surfers, skaters, bodybuilders, enlisted men, blue collar (working class) men in heat, helpless drunks with only one working organ, chubs, daddies, bears, jocks, etc. etc.

Having defined what is, at least, MY topic, it is probably time for me to address it directly, which is what at least one person here was hoping would be discussed. However, I've now run on and my usual overly great length of prose effusion, so will stop and try again another time to talk about the issue. Obviously, I like thinking about these things and attempting to articulate my feelings and thoughts. How else would lI know what I think until it emerges from fingertips through the keyboard or something as old-fashioned as a pen or pencil?

In case anyone should be interested, maybe just consider this as edging as we approach the main event.

Am about to comment on this, but did not what my sudden question to get lost. In Reply #9, what is that picture? Apparently a drawing (from WHERE?!) rather than a photo. This new porn art realism is getting better all the time.

Since this country just had another national war holiday, I thought something v USAnian might be fun. I just thought this story was funny, then realized that in places where borders are not a major political issue, the punch line here might not make much sense.
Also, fyi, there are some occasions when police hand out good driving notices of some sort, though hardly as generous as in the story. Don't know about the rest of the world, but in the US, seat belts are mandatory, but those may be state laws and not universal. These details change all the time. It was not much more than a decade ago that Texas changed its state law so that it is no longer legal to drink beer while driving!

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A police officer pulls over a driver and informs him that he has just won $5,000 in a safety
competition, all because he is wearing his seat belt.

"What are you going to do with the prize money?" the officer asks.

The man responds, "I guess I'll go to driving school and get my license."

His wife says, "Officer, don't listen to him. He's a smart aleck when he's drunk."

The guy in the back seat pops up out from under the blanket and says, "I knew we wouldn't
get far in this stolen car."

Just then a knock comes from the trunk and a voice calls out, "Are we over the border yet?"

nhalizegt wrote: Not everyone in here is sad like you and constantly have their hands on their dick…

Oh, blessed Jebus on a hoverboard! What makes you think a man who has his hands on his dick is sad? When you handle your
magic wand, does that make You said?

nhalizegt also wrote: ...if my jokes make even one person smile or brings cheer to a bad day i'm very happy with with myself,
So one smile is better than all the unhappiness created by yr antisocial selfishness? What makes you think you are entitled to have,
unlike anyone else on this planet, everything you want and whenever you want it, no matter the price? The tragedy of the commons
is alive and well.

Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, though, so Peter had to tell the first one, "Heaven's getting pretty close to full today, and I've been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what's your story?"
  So the first man replies: "Well, for a while I've suspected my wife has been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her red-handed. As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell something was wrong, but all my searching around didn't reveal where this other guy could have been hiding. Finally, I went out to the balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing, 25 floors above ground! By now I was really mad, so I started beating on him and kicking him, but wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't fall off. So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and starting hammering on his fingers. Of course, he couldn't stand that for long, so he let go and fell – but even after 25 stories, he fell into the bushes, stunned but okay. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge and threw it over the edge where it landed on him, killing him instantly. But all the stress and anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the balcony."
  "That sounds like a pretty bad day to me," said Peter, and let the man in.
  The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being full, and again asks for his story.
  "It's been a very strange day. You see, I live on the 26th floor of my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I fell over the edge. But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the balcony on the floor below me. I knew I couldn't hang on for very long, when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I was saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me. I held on the best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and started pounding on my hands. Finally I just let go, but again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right. Just when I was thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I'm here."
  Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty horrible death.
  The third man came to the front of the line, and again the whole process was repeated. Peter explained that heaven was full and asked for his story.
  "Picture this," says the third man, "I'm hiding naked inside a refrigerator...."

Thank you, cannonmc, for the good news. Wish I had read that before,  because I just posted a couple of things (one of them twice, which seems to be a clue that it is actually Me. Grrr.) with the XX changes. Won't make that mistake again. Wd like to say I won't double or otherwise multipost again either, but….

OMG, he’s naked: ‘Big Brother Canada: Season 2′ contestant Kenny Brain’s Grindr Photos
http://www.omgblog.com/2014/04/omg_hes_naked_big_brother_cana_1.php/#ixzz3anCv10Rq

Turns out this man has an elephantine appendage well worth contemplating, if only because
the full frontal images amply confirm what is suggested by some of his bulging briefs from
the show, which he packs quite well. And now we can see what makes them so well appointed.

Also worth checking out is the leaked photo of Spencer Matthews,  a 25-year-old who stars in
the British reality series Made in Chelsea. He might be mortified, but the gf who took the picture
to prove her good fortune is probably not complaining. He's no Kenny B., but has quite enough
package for most of us.

http://www.queerty.com/spencer-matthews-mortified-over-full-frontal-photo-leak-20131101

hXXp://www.queerty.com/new-striaght-guys-doc-explores-why-so-many-straight-dudes-work-
in-gay-porn-20140606
Straight Guys, a documentary film by Daniel Laurin, played last year at the DOC NOW Festival in Toronto.

Check out the trailer over at StraightGuysDoc.com
hXXp://straightguysdoc.com/

Queerty, as maybe everyone and their brother is aware, is a gay news site that tends to obsess over celeb nudity
and the like. The link cited is correct except for the XX part, even though there is a misspelled word involved. I just
cut and pasted, noticed the error, so entered the URL again and yes, it is valid. Personally, I like Boyd McDonald's
preference for "strait" as the preferred spelling, but that is a matter of politics. Where someone is het but not narrow,
I use str8, but each to his own.

This movie contains interviews, etc. and those interested in what male porn performers are like when they are at home,
which I always think is interesting, even if it does open up the tedious discussion in which some say the performers all
are actually gay and in an Egyptian river (does that joke work outside of English speech? The (sa) Nile = denial), and
others say no, they're just bi– so then everyone can debate whether being bi- or polysexual (if yr horny, fuck it; any
port in a storm, a hard prick has no conscience, etc. etc.) is a real thing.

I think the reality is far more complicated and diverse and nuanced than that, frankly. The case has been made that
heterosexuality was invented  a little over a century ago when the homosickness was segregated out from other
sexual behaviors and labeled a pathology-- until Evelyn Hooker came along (look her up amongst the torrents or Wikipedia)
and changed the world.

I mean, people do what they do and it is not a rule book that makes a man pitch a tent only in "approved" circumstances.
Amirite? For rent boys and porn performers who make a living professionally by having sex. In theory, that means they are
good at it. Not having seen the movie, and not finding it on this site so far, I cannot say what the interviewed people have
to say, but there are some other documentaries here that do interview some name performers.

Colby Jansen, professional rugby player and former US Marine (with a college degree in... chemistry is it?) has now topped (and
occasionally bottomed) often enough that he no longer has a label for himself. He met his wife when she was a male-to-female
pre-op transexual. Johnny Rapid lives with his gf and has a couple of kids, mostly bottoms but is a ferocious top when given a
chance. Me, I like watching hot young studs from the gay porn pay sites who occasionally also get to show they know how to
service a woman. And am I the only one who gets tired of some of these dudes who only top? Oh, yeah, they are just so strait
and uptite that is all they can do because real men don't "take it like a man."

Right. Real men take it dish it out any way they want. Want to make something of it? Step outside and we can use our fists for
a measuring contest.

Right. My political rant. Just makes me unhappy to see so many st8s getting deepthroated by a man and, after years of dealing
with women who cannot or will not take them completely, are having the best blowjob of their lives until they are, from head to
toe and base to crown, limp as a dishrag. They could have so much more fulfillment if they did not let their judgmental childhood
prejudices ban them from available pleasuring.

Anyway, just came across this documentary title and hope to be able to watch it sometime soon. Maybe it is just lascivious perving
on my part, but I think it is interesting and useful to find out what pros-- whatever label they prefer-- have to say about their
sexual behavior.

Then again, I like the interviews with surfers, skaters, active military, and other guys talking about their favorite positions and
fantasies with women, and to hear them talk candidly about their first experiences, and that sort of thing. With the Internet
these days, it is easier to find out about the sex histories and preferred behaviors of random, ordinary guys, but for those of us
who grew up in ignorance and terror (back before today's "love that won't shut up," in the repressed times when the love "that
dare not speak its name" was barely even whispered), the massive amount of info all around us in this post-Kinsey era can still
be pretty interesting.

Just as most guys think their dick is too small and have some exaggerated idea of "average" length and girth, they may have some
odd notion of how many partners are normal, what is the age of virginity loss, and how often one fucks or jacks off per day or per
week. Esp. given that men lie (to each other and to women), these topics are also a matter of tribal rituals, boasting, etc. But get
enough stories and patterns do emerge.

Or, maybe I just still do not know anything. I asked someone in the Forum whether people think that gay sex is not "real sex" if
it is limited to oral action, or whether only anal counted as "actual sex." Does that mean all those youthful years, everyone who
had a gay friend, closeted or otherwise, assumed they were fucking or getting fucked? Do "mundanes" outside the gay realm
think only the top is manly and that a bottom is effeminate, a fairy, a pansy, not a "real man"?

Oh, questions, questions. All the more relevant when so many kidz today live and die by their cell phones and their hookup aps,
and their naked selfies. Even among the narrowest of straits, it seems like there is much less nervousness, ignorance, and
general hysteria over "doing it," so that in today's v different world than the one we boomers were born into (making us what Uncle
Tim Leary called mutants, the first post-atomic generation), change is more rapid than ever.

In fact, perhaps we collectively are not changing from one thing to another, but now in a constant state of flux and full-time
change, once presciently called "the electronic social transformation," back before the world divided up between "children of the
future" (thank you Steve Miller) and stubborn troglodyte oldies who have not realized what Bob Dylan taught us long, long
ago-- he not busy being born is busy dying.

Hard to believe but in my lifetime, that a pioneer gay activist could get dismissed by fellow members of the Mattachine Society
(oh, look it up!) for anticipating gay pride parades a few decades early. Not gonna happen, they said. "We're sick. This is
a sickness and will never be acceptable."

And among hets desperately thwarted trying to reach "second base" with a girl ("Not without a wedding ring you don't!" Annette
famously told her surfer beach party movie boyfriend), whatever they were up to was a mystery to me then, so I have no idea
how that all has changed for them.

And when you are old and feeble and over 40, an antique as invisible in bars as any ghost, watching gay marriage turn into
the normal position, it is even more difficult to keep track of these things.

Which is, he said, winding down at last, why I'd be interested in seeing the title documentary to add some data to help sort
out the mysteries of a man with a maid, or another man, or some of each. Surely it would be a useful addition to the porn
star documentaries already available here. I'd like to think these films and discussions can lead to more and more people being
more and more willing to unload far more freely, and combine forces with other willing partners instead of having to make
do with their fist.

hXXp://www.queerty.com/new-striaght-guys-doc-explores-why-so-many-straight-dudes-work-
in-gay-porn-20140606
Straight Guys, a documentary film by Daniel Laurin, played last year at the DOC NOW Festival in Toronto.

Check out the trailer over at StraightGuysDoc.com
hXXp://straightguysdoc.com/

Queerty, as maybe everyone and their brother is aware, is a gay news site that tends to obsess over celeb nudity
and the like. The link cited is correct except for the XX part, even though there is a misspelled word involved. I just
cut and pasted, noticed the error, so entered the URL again and yes, it is valid. Personally, I like Boyd McDonald's
preference for "strait" as the preferred spelling, but that is a matter of politics. Where someone is het but not narrow,
I use str8, but each to his own.

This movie contains interviews, etc. and those interested in what male porn performers are like when they are at home,
which I always think is interesting, even if it does open up the tedious discussion in which some say the performers all
are actually gay and in an Egyptian river (does that joke work outside of English speech? The (sa) Nile = denial), and
others say no, they're just bi– so then everyone can debate whether being bi- or polysexual (if yr horny, fuck it; any
port in a storm, a hard prick has no conscience, etc. etc.) is a real thing.

I think the reality is far more complicated and diverse and nuanced than that, frankly. The case has been made that
heterosexuality was invented  a little over a century ago when the homosickness was segregated out from other
sexual behaviors and labeled a pathology-- until Evelyn Hooker came along (look her up amongst the torrents or Wikipedia)
and changed the world.

I mean, people do what they do and it is not a rule book that makes a man pitch a tent only in "approved" circumstances.
Amirite? For rent boys and porn performers who make a living professionally by having sex. In theory, that means they are
good at it. Not having seen the movie, and not finding it on this site so far, I cannot say what the interviewed people have
to say, but there are some other documentaries here that do interview some name performers.

Colby Jansen, professional rugby player and former US Marine (with a college degree in... chemistry is it?) has now topped (and
occasionally bottomed) often enough that he no longer has a label for himself. He met his wife when she was a male-to-female
pre-op transexual. Johnny Rapid lives with his gf and has a couple of kids, mostly bottoms but is a ferocious top when given a
chance. Me, I like watching hot young studs from the gay porn pay sites who occasionally also get to show they know how to
service a woman. And am I the only one who gets tired of some of these dudes who only top? Oh, yeah, they are just so strait
and uptite that is all they can do because real men don't "take it like a man."

Right. Real men take it dish it out any way they want. Want to make something of it? Step outside and we can use our fists for
a measuring contest.

Right. My political rant. Just makes me unhappy to see so many st8s getting deepthroated by a man and, after years of dealing
with women who cannot or will not take them completely, are having the best blowjob of their lives until they are, from head to
toe and base to crown, limp as a dishrag. They could have so much more fulfillment if they did not let their judgmental childhood
prejudices ban them from available pleasuring.

Anyway, just came across this documentary title and hope to be able to watch it sometime soon. Maybe it is just lascivious perving
on my part, but I think it is interesting and useful to find out what pros-- whatever label they prefer-- have to say about their
sexual behavior.

Then again, I like the interviews with surfers, skaters, active military, and other guys talking about their favorite positions and
fantasies with women, and to hear them talk candidly about their first experiences, and that sort of thing. With the Internet
these days, it is easier to find out about the sex histories and preferred behaviors of random, ordinary guys, but for those of us
who grew up in ignorance and terror (back before today's "love that won't shut up," in the repressed times when the love "that
dare not speak its name" was barely even whispered), the massive amount of info all around us in this post-Kinsey era can still
be pretty interesting.

Just as most guys think their dick is too small and have some exaggerated idea of "average" length and girth, they may have some
odd notion of how many partners are normal, what is the age of virginity loss, and how often one fucks or jacks off per day or per
week. Esp. given that men lie (to each other and to women), these topics are also a matter of tribal rituals, boasting, etc. But get
enough stories and patterns do emerge.

Or, maybe I just still do not know anything. I asked someone in the Forum whether people think that gay sex is not "real sex" if
it is limited to oral action, or whether only anal counted as "actual sex." Does that mean all those youthful years, everyone who
had a gay friend, closeted or otherwise, assumed they were fucking or getting fucked? Do "mundanes" outside the gay realm
think only the top is manly and that a bottom is effeminate, a fairy, a pansy, not a "real man"?

Oh, questions, questions. All the more relevant when so many kidz today live and die by their cell phones and their hookup aps,
and their naked selfies. Even among the narrowest of straits, it seems like there is much less nervousness, ignorance, and
general hysteria over "doing it," so that in today's v different world than the one we boomers were born into (making us what Uncle
Tim Leary called mutants, the first post-atomic generation), change is more rapid than ever.

In fact, perhaps we collectively are not changing from one thing to another, but now in a constant state of flux and full-time
change, once presciently called "the electronic social transformation," back before the world divided up between "children of the
future" (thank you Steve Miller) and stubborn troglodyte oldies who have not realized what Bob Dylan taught us long, long
ago-- he not busy being born is busy dying.

Hard to believe but in my lifetime, that a pioneer gay activist could get dismissed by fellow members of the Mattachine Society
(oh, look it up!) for anticipating gay pride parades a few decades early. Not gonna happen, they said. "We're sick. This is
a sickness and will never be acceptable."

And among hets desperately thwarted trying to reach "second base" with a girl ("Not without a wedding ring you don't!" Annette
famously told her surfer beach party movie boyfriend), whatever they were up to was a mystery to me then, so I have no idea
how that all has changed for them.

And when you are old and feeble and over 40, an antique as invisible in bars as any ghost, watching gay marriage turn into
the normal position, it is even more difficult to keep track of these things.

Which is, he said, winding down at last, why I'd be interested in seeing the title documentary to add some data to help sort
out the mysteries of a man with a maid, or another man, or some of each. Surely it would be a useful addition to the porn
star documentaries already available here. I'd like to think these films and discussions can lead to more and more people being
more and more willing to unload far more freely, and combine forces with other willing partners instead of having to make
do with their fist.

antstorm said: its getting a movie tie up as a finale , but do we really need to see season after season of one show ??

Tell that to Letterman, Mad Men, The Simpsons, Breaking Bad, and Dr. Who– just for starters.

Yes, naked Tovey is always worth looking at, as someone else pointed out.

The show was VERY San Francisco, lots of local scenery and lots of realistic Life in the Castro. Was he original QAF as true a representative of the scene in Manchester? It took a while for the stories to develop from an initial multicharacter confusion, but there were a couple of older men-- including Scott Bacula from the old Quantum Leap and current NCIS New Orleans, among other popular and handsome actors. Story lines included rentboys, mass nudity on the Russian River, a POS player, non-whites, and a great big bear. Diversity!

There is an online petition to HBO asking them to air a third season. They are looking for 90,000 signatures and at this moment need fewer than 800 more, so it is entirely possible that someone from this site will hit the magic number if you sign in and pass the word.

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/555/751/323/hbo-honor-our-stories-renew-looking-for-3rd-season/?taf_id=13585212&cid=fb_na

Personally, I'm not a great believer in online petitions, but they do sometimes work, just like crowdfunding. It might even turn out that
Looking is still ahead of the curve. The original Star Trek did not last long before it got canceled, but a pre-Internet petition drive did score an additional season, followed– as well all know-- by movies and by years of sequels, the "sexybaldcaptain" of long-ago Usenet fame, and, inter alia, George Takei (taKAY not taKIE), the nearly ubiquitous gay activist. Fortunately, prime time science fiction got a second chance and perhaps this conspicuously gay series can have one as well.

hXXp://www.theguardian.com/books/gallery/2015/apr/30/the-codpiece-in-art-renaissance-
fashion-in-pictures

Once burned, twice shy. Utter failure during recent power outage means I'm not going to try to post any of these images, but some
are certainly worth looking at.

It is not that the area at the front of well filled jockstrap (or "jackstrop" as I like to think of it) of the trousers or leggings is necessarily form-fitting and revealing, and some of it is obviously exaggerated, but it is interesting that there was a time when men made a point of calling attention to their package by putting it on public display so as to cry out, "Look at me. See what I have here."

It turns out that those who attempt to recreate Medieval dances get a whole different effect when the women have very low cut
bodices and the men's display bounces and jiggles with every hopping step.

Black Panther Eldridge Cleaver tried unsuccessfully to bring back the codpiece decades ago, but I think that effort was even less
successful than the Dolce and Gabana designs where the waist was so low cut as to feature vast thickets of prominently advertised
pubic bush.

Some recent fashion shows in Italy and elsewhere have featured male models with publicly dangling naughty bits, sometimes displayed in
peekaboo gloryholes for voyeurs to squint at, but apparently that was not a serious attempt to sell revealing designs but an effort to attract attention and, perhaps, epater le bourgeois.

Seems as though the only phallocentric men's clothing aimed at the general market is in swimming briefs, Speedos and their competitors.
That's fine, and a little mystery goes a long way, but would it not be nice if someone figured out how to feature the crotch as deliberately as
women's fashions feature their breasts? A "wardrobe malfunction" in that case would be pretty entertaining, and as more and more male nudity is included in mainstream movies, and even on the electric television machine, the male sexual apparatus is likely to be more accepted and less negatively judged as time goes by.

For years, one way a man could bolster his sexual suggestiveness was to wear tight trousers that made the bulge highly prominent, even when not aroused and signaling enthusiastic interest. Then, an entire US generation seemed to think that was infra dig and that They were such sexy studs they did not need to show off what they were packing, and opted for the baggy look, revealing nothing.

Perhaps these antique paintings of men with codpieces to display at least the presence (if not the outline) of their package will inspire someone to take future designs to a new level of exposure that flaunts the parts of a man's body that a man enjoys most.

So in Philadelphia, PA, someone seems to be painting dicks on streets to call attention to pot holes. Since the US has become a third-world country, the roads are falling apart, but it turns out a crude cock appropriatedly placed can lead to a happy result.

Personally, I am a big fan of Banksy, and this Wanksy imitator is my idea of inspirational. Maybe others will follow in the artist's
footsteps, because apparently the anatomical visual gets the repair department into action toute suite.

hXXp://www.philebrity.com/2015/04/28/the-way-we-live-now-pothole-penis-painter-wanksy-
is-the-savior-philly-streets-need/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter

More Wanksy work here:

hXXp://twitter.com/phillybikes/status/592747619690098690
hXXp://twitter.com/hashtag/wanksy?src=hash

And following the above led me to discover this curious twitter site, which I pass along for good measure:

hXXp://twitter.com/hashtag/NSFW?src=hash