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Did The Gay Activist Movement Do Us Wrong?

Did The Gay Activist Movement Do Us Wrong?

I’ll spit out, strictly from my perspective as an ordinary gay man, not some LGBT hybrid: however noble having gay marriage legal may be, only a minority of gay men will ever take advantage of it. And just how many transgenders, whose rights the gay media seems to be obsessing over lately, have you known in your life? But gay rights when it comes to employment, housing and so many other social survival necessities affects most, if not all of us, and in retrospect maybe that’s the fight we should have won first.

Why?

Because unless all you do is dream about Beyoncé, clubbing and getting laid, and think Trump is the name of a hotel chain, you should have heard by now that Tennessee has just adopted the most discriminatory laws against gays in the country on the basis of religious beliefs. It follows a similar though less stringent law in North Carolina, and the only reason Georgia isn’t on the list is that its governor vetoed the anti-gay bill passed overwhelming by its legislature in the face of losing a billion dollars alone from some heavyweights in the entertainment industry like Disney, 21st Century Fox, and Viacom that threatened to boycott the state when it came to filming. (PayPal pulled plans for a new base of operations in North Carolina that would have created 400 jobs in retaliation of its new anti-gay stance.)

And this is only the tip of the iceberg. Other Sunbelt states like Mississippi and Alabama are doing the same, using an organization or business’s “religious beliefs” as justification to not only not serve gays but also not hire (and possibly fire) them. Twenty one states across the country have adopted or are contemplating such legislation.

So did gay activists go after the wrong thing? Looking at it from the viewpoint of tight assed America, did we shove our alternate lifestyles in their faces by demanding gay marriage and bathrooms for transgenders rather than going for something more palpable like equal citizen rights? It’s obvious that this tsunami backlash is in direct response to the loss of control many str8’s felt when the Supreme Court just waved its judicial magic wand and made gay marriage the law of the land by fiat. If we were going to enter a supernova legal fight wouldn’t it have been more sensible to be one to secure the broad spectrum of equal rights we should enjoy as citizens under the Constitution, much like the civil rights movement for African Americans did over fifty years ago? Once won, gay marriage ( and gender neutral bathrooms) would have been just part of a tapestry of rights we would have gained after the Supreme Court ruled we were as good as anybody else.

Instead we pushed the image of two men at the altar getting hitched (although marriage is a secular contract) before the eyes of mainstream America which naturally would get any “God fearing” Christian bigot bent out of shape. Or the sight of a surgically engineered woman entering a ladies room to take a piss.

The bottom line is we may have let our well-intentioned but at times myopic activists front put the cart before the horse. True, corporate America has largely come to our defense, but how much of this is born out of altruism and how much out of a desire for our discretionary dollars and those of str8 liberals is unclear. But one thing is sure: hell fire and damnation may be what we as a minority population in this society – we keep forgetting we may only constitute 3% of the population, less than half of either of our country’s largest minorities, black and Latino – will be up against in the months and years ahead.

Disneys or no Disneys.

Feel You Don’t Measure Up?

Feel You Don’t Measure Up?

Well, according to a recent study of over 15,000 men, the average penis –erect – is five inches long. And as a buddy who wasn’t all that will endowed but had them flocking to his bedroom put it, “It’s not how big it is, it’s how you use it.”

BTW, I read somewhere using a penis pump on a regular basis will add inches to your manhood, and after dabbling with the manual jobs over the years, I finally bought a pump that works automatically. Just push a button and watch it grow! I don’t know if it will make me a Size Queen’s wet dream, but it sure as fuck is fun.

 

A Postscript to My Blog, “The Androgel Controversy”

I’ve got a buddy a few years older them me who’s been shooting himself up with Mr. T for the last dozen years since he had a near fatal car crash. Now if you google what the normal testosterone count should be for a healthy 25 year old male, the answers are all over the place, but generally are somewhere in the 800 range. My doc likes to keep me around 1200, I guess to compensate for the loss in muscle tissue and elasticity that comes with age, but when my friend told me his was 2000, I nearly shit a brick! No wonder he’s ready to bop homeless women at bus stops!

He said his doc wanted him to lay off for a few weeks  – no shit- but if I were his M.D., I’d freeze his prescriptions.  Remember, sexually based malignancies like prostate cancer are fed by the sex hormone, churning through our veins when we’re younger, which is why the famed actor Sir Laurence Oliver who had prostate cancer died from other causes at 82, and why seventies/eighties rocker Frank Zappa died from prostate cancer at 52.

 

A Case for Cut Cock

Despite the current movement away from circumcision, there’s proof that being snipped may be healthier. According to the World Health Organization, the surface of the foreskin is lined with immune system cells that actually attract the HIV virus during sex. The foreskin is also susceptible to mini-abrasions through which disease-causing microbes can enter the body; and it’s a fallacy cut men feel less than uncut guys. According to a study by the professional Journal Sexual Medicine, circed guys feel just as much as uncirced guys do.

 

More Men ID as Bi

Though the numbers are up only slightly, more men 18-44 identified themselves as bisexual in the most recent Survey of Family  Growth conducted from 2011-2013, compared to the same study from 2006-2010. But don’t get your making it with a str8 guy fantasies going: they still represent only 2 percent of all men.

That is, of course, if guys are really telling the truth.

 

Frankly just keeping track of my boyfriends is hard enough. Imagine having Dolores on Tuesday, Freddie on Wednesday and Iris on Thursday. Shit! That is  unless Iris and Freddie wanted a threesome which, BTW, is str8 girls’ favorite kind of porn.

 

The Androgel Controversy

The Androgel Controversy

I’ve been doing testosterone therapy for a good seven, eight years now, but when I started getting treatment it was in the form of a gel I rubbed on my upper shoulder which predated what most guys know as today’s Androgel. The reason I dropped the gel for time release pellets implanted in my butt which, unlike Androgel or shots, are not covered by insurance was because my doc told me since I’m a pretty hirsute guy, the topical gel was leading to an increased production of estrogen! No wonder my tits are hardwired to my cock.

Well, the results of a recent study by the National Institute on Aging suggests that use of gels does little in improving a guy’s libido, muscle mass or energy, most associated with higher testosterone blood levels. While 20% reported an improvement in their sexual drive and another 30% saw some improvement, almost half felt the stuff did shit for them. One caveat: the study looked only at men 65 and older. What would happen with younger guys is not known, though most men’s testosterone blood levels go down the sewer by their thirties. Remember, us homo-sapiens were supposed to live only until about forty, so this decline was nature’s way of saying “no more making babies.”

Plus this study did not look at men getting shots or, like me, pellets. ‘Cause I gotta tell ya, if it did, and the results came back the same, I’d text the National Institute on Aging a video of my latest sexual encounter as proof positive they’re dead wrong.

Right on, Amy!

Right on, Amy!

I sometimes get ideas for questions for my gay advice column, “Go Tell Daddy,” from nationally syndicated advice columnist Amy Dickinson whose column regularly appears in Fort Lauderdale’s Sun Sentinel. This time, however, I’d like to run a column she ran recently verbatim, since it needs no rewrite and is as right on as you can get. (Hope that’s okay with you Amy.)

“Dear Amy: I recently discovered that my son who is 17 is a homosexual. We are part of a church group and I fear that if people in that group find out they will make fun of me for having a gay child. He won’t listen to reason, and he will not stop being gay. I feel as if he is doing this just to get back at me for forgetting his birthday for the past three years. I have a busy work schedule. (Editor’s note: I don’t make this stuff up folks!)

Please help him make the right choice in life by not being gay. He won’t listen to me, so maybe he will listen to you.

Signed: Feeling Betrayed”

This was Amy’s answer:

“Dear Betrayed: You could teach your son an important lesson by changing your own sexuality to show him how easy it is. Try it for the next year or so: Stop being a heterosexual to demonstrate to your son that a person’s sexuality is a matter of choice – to be dictated by one’s parents, the parents’ church and social pressure.

I assume that my suggestion will evoke a reaction that your sexuality is at the core of who you are. The same is true for your son. He has a right to be accepted by his parents for being exactly who he is. When you “forget” a child’s birthday you are basically negating him as a person. How very sad for him.

Pressuring your son to change his sexuality is wrong. If you cannot learn to accept him as he is, it might be safest for him to live elsewhere. A group that help you and your family how to navigate this is Pflag.org.”

Right on, Amy!

So you think the brave new world we live in today is so enlightened and understanding?

Think again.

Georgia Governor Rejects Anti-Gay Discrimination Bill

I guess money talks louder than words: in case you haven’t heard Georgia’s governor rejected the bill recently passed by the state’s legislature which would have allowed organizations to use religious beliefs as a reason for not serving gays or, worse, not employing or even firing gays.  Seems like the $$ clout behind Hollywood studios like Disney and 21s Century Fox and many Fortune 500 companies that threatened to stop doing business in the state if the bill became law did the trick.

Viva La Capitalism!

The Results of My “Should You PrEP” and “How Big Is Too Big” Polls

The Results of My Recent Polls, “Should You PrEP?” And “How Big Is Too Big?”

When it came to PrEPing, the results were almost evenly divided down the middle, with half of my guys saying they planned to use or were already using the new anti-HIV prophylactic, and half not planning to do so at all. Condom-conscious or barebackers, who knows.

As a sidebar to this, a str8 female reader of my novel, “The Czar of Wilton Drive” which features a wild bunch of hedonistic, leather bound meth heads, asked me if interest in BB was in reaction to BB porn. My response: “No, babes, it’s all about hormones and lust.”

In my blog, “How Big Is Too Big?” – l think you know what l’m talking about – almost half my respondents stopped at 8″ when it came to having a sausage sandwich, though an adventurous 15% went for the 10 inch sub. Maybe those are the same guys who brag about having no gag reflex, the lucky fucks.

When it came to prostate massages, a healthy one third wanted ’em big, real big, like 10 inches big. Viva les size queens.

And though more boy babies are staying wrapped as circumcision has fallen out of favor as a barbaric ritual against the defenseless, and foreskin restoration seems to be something of a new kink, two out of three of those polled like their men cut.

Sorry, you au naturale boys.

One of my paramours told me I had a European cut, like him, where those nasty circ-happy  nursery nurses left us plenty of skin. Which means with me I guess you can have it both ways.

 

Hurrah for Hollywood!

Wednesday: The Results of My Recent Polls. Meantime …

Hurrah for Hollywood!

Disney, 21st Century Fox, Time Warner, Viacom and other giants in the entertainment industry have point blank told Georgia that if it passes a law that allows organizations to discriminate against gays on religious grounds – including even firing gay employees – the state can kiss their business good bye. For movies now shot in Georgia locales, that could mean a loss of up to a billion dollars a year. And the entertainment biggies’ rants don’t include the 400 other companies, many in the Fortune 500, who have voiced similar concerns and threatened to pull their conventions out of Atlanta, along with other economic boycotts.  Even the jocks have joined the fight with the NFL threatening to disqualify the city from consideration as a site for future Super Bowls.

So far Georgia’s Governor has seemed to indicate that he probably will not sign the bill, passed by both houses of the state legislature, interestingly enough on religious grounds and Christ’s philosophy of inclusion. Unfortunately, there are 21 states where corps do not wield as much clout and where such laws targeting us, again using religion as the cop-out, have either passed (South Carolina infamously known for its Confederate flag controversy is the latest) or are being considered. Ironically the passage of same sex marriage nation-wide has fueled renewed fervor to get back at us in a far more devastating way than just denying us the right to wed.

First, I don’t think any gay couples or gay singles would want to associate with a religious entity like a church or a faith-based adoption agency that gave them such flack. By the same token, I’m a firm believer that the equal rights of all citizens under the Constitution usurp any individual or so called “corporate” religious rights.

If organizations who claim to represent Jesus can be so hateful, then take away their tax exempt status, damn it. And for companies that benefit from a shitload of federal business deductions, either stop the bullshit or give those deductions up.

You can’t have it both ways.

In Case You Haven’t Heard, Lauderdale’s Beach Bear Weekend is Off …

In Case You Haven’t Heard, Lauderdale’s Beach Bear Weekend is Off …

Seems the guy who owned the rights to the name tried to sell them to the Fort Lauderdale Visitors Bureau – why? – and when they turned him down, he practically gave it away for a hundred bucks to a shyster (that’s New Yorkeese for swindler) who posted a website proclaiming Beach Bear Weekend 2016 but never told any of the publicized sponsors who have since denied involvement.

Bottom line, it appears at this point that Beach Bear Weekend which attracted thousands of humpy hairy hotties together with morbidly obese middle aged gay men and their admirers (in the old days they called them chubby chasers) is no more. So don’t fall for any of the false claims on the site or think you’re booking an event or hotel because nothing’s happening. For details, google South Florida Gay News or the South Florida Agenda.

Will Fort Lauderdale and Wilton Manors’ economy be the real losers? We shall see.

 

My Good Friday Sacrilege: What If Jesus Were BI?

My Good Friday Sacrilege: What If Jesus Were BI?

Here I go again, taking the Express Train to Hell. Having read up on the historical Christ, I know that chances are a Palestine Jew of the first century would not have been homosexual nor openly exhibit homosexual tendencies. (They probably got their rocks off just kissing and hugging one another anyway.) But let’s fantasize a moment, shall we? (Don’t worry, I’ll get the Pope to give you dispensation for reading this, I promise. And you won’t go blind.)

If He were bi, Jesus, would He have been a lucky motherfucker! Twelve hairy, beary fisherman (look at all these hunky Palestinian men on the news), including His Boy, Johnny, plus Mary Magdalene as an occasional break from the men (how erotic is getting your feet washed with a woman’s hair, huh?). Christ, it would have been like having your own roving sex club! And that’s not counting the groupies that were sure to follow Him and his “men.”

Sacrilegious aspersions aside, according to scripture, Jesus was Man and God. If so, wouldn’t he have, or shouldn’t he have experienced as human an activity as sex? If there were any meager vestiges of the real life Jesus left in the Gospels, collectively the world’s greatest fairy tale with all its copycat parallels to pagan religions, those vestiges were sanitized and myth-ified. Just like Jesus’ depiction as a tall, lean Scandinavian by Renaissance painters when, in reality, he was probably 5 foot, five, dark and swarthy. (My other theory is that Jesus was an alien. Look at the immaculate conception, the miracles, the resurrection, the ascension into heaven. Read space ship.)

One thing the Gospels didn’t gloss over or sugar coat was His passion for S and M and bondage. You have to admit Jesus must have been the ultimate masochist.

Yikes! Please, no marks!

Happy Easter, boys. And no biting the ears off your chocolate bunny first – that’s the sure sign of a deviant.

How Big Is Too Big?

How Big Is Too Big?

Have you seen some of these porn ads on the hook-up sites featuring guys with dicks the size of a colonoscopy hose? I mean, are these pics for real or do they win some prize as the Photo Shop Creation of the Year?

Hey, I’m a top, don’t get fucked (when some persistent top asks me why, my response is, “Do you?” and they shut up), though butt plugs of late have become, shall we say, a curiosity of mine in my old age. (I think a lot of tops in their youth become bottoms when Old Man Nature take a toll on their tool – and it just may be easier. Being a top is a lot of work.)

But, no doubt about it, I do and have always loved sucking a nice, well-proportioned thick dick. In fact, I won the Mid Atlantic Cocksucking Award in 1995 and know all the tricks of the tongue and mouth suction. (Some nights at Slammers, our local sex club, when I run into a string of guys who apparently have been dick-deprived and never learned how to suck a man’s cock, I get inspired to market some instructional video Slammers can run on a big screen above the glory holes.) And I pride myself in going down on some hefty specimens of manhood. But… but, anything past, say, nine inches, I’m sorry buddy, I start gagging. And when I stop enjoying and start gagging, and tears begin welling up my eyes, it’s time to move on. Particularly top boys (like you Latin guys with the big uncut dongs) who’d rather have a hole but settle for my mouth instead, the ones I like to call the thrusters, you know the guys who think your mouth is an anus. Deep throating is one thing; throwing up the veal parmesan sub you had for lunch is another. Not too pretty. On his dick or the floor.

But if you’re a bottom, how big is too big? I mean, the prostate is only about four or five inches up your manhole, so technically, anatomically, you don’t need a telephone pole to keep the guy happy. In fact, my slightly above average size cut cock seems to keep ‘em real happy. Otherwise, their bedroom moans are a replay of that scene from “Harry Meets Sally.” (“I’Il have what she’s having.” BTW, that was director Rob Reiner’s mother who uttered that immortal line.)

And let’s discount fistees for a moment, the guys who like it up to the elbow – and beyond – ‘cause they’re from a whole different universe. (Some days when my other half complains about being constipated and has been a real SOB, I tell him what he needs is a good fisting – up to the shoulder blade – to clean him out.) So are bottoms flyin’ high in the clouds on meth who wouldn’t be satisfied with a plunger up their ass.

So, let’s get down to the real nitty gritty. How big is too big for YOU?

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