Future Generations

There's a war happening inside my body -

My ovaries: "Hey cute cis boy, 'let's meet and have a baby'."

My brain: "Fuck you! You're grounded."

Get Your Crisco On

Pssssssst. Tomorrow's International Fisting Day, pass it on.

How will you be celebrating?

Places For Homos

Happy International Woman's Day - To Me

I'd never been able to give myself a vaginal orgasm without the help of a partner before. That was until this came into my life.

The Lelo Gigi is a wonderful G-spot and clitoral vibrator.
Lelo designed the Gigi as a response to the terrible toys on the market. The Gigi is made to understand the curves of a woman, and helps her seek her G-spot.
The flat head is perfect both for G-spot massage and for clitoral stimulation. The adjustable power within its body means that it will arouse most women, even those who have difficulty achieving orgasm. The power is adjustable, so it won’t overwhelm those who are more sensitive.

Comes presented in an elegant gift box, accessorised with charger, manual, satin pouch for stylish storage and one-year LELO warranty.

Smell Me And Cum

Vulva Original


I'm ordering one ASAP!

TROMAnce

You make me feel like a woman, you make me feel dead.

The power contained in this gem sweater wasn't even enough to get me laid this weekend. Sheesh!

I should write a Leslie Hall inspired song about the trials and tribulations of finding a decent homo-hookup in Saskatoon.

Periods Make Me Horny

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King Pink

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F(l)aggin'

Mary Christmas?

Fatty D

April Flores' Voluptuous Cyberskin Pussy.



"Listen if your man is telling you you’re hot—or your woman, whatever. Just fucking believe it. Why would they lie? If they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t be with you! Body size is not something you can hide. It’s not like they haven’t seen you naked. Just trust them. If they’re saying they’re attracted to you, they are."

Not gonna lie, fat is where it's at!

Pt Visa

Christmas has come early for me, or at least that's the way it feels.


I was able to see Nina Flowers at 302 the night before we drove to Edmonton to see Margaret Cho perform. After the MC show, I ended up at some gay bar near the hotel, where I had sexual encounters with hot girls outside, and then inside. An apartment. Thrilling really.


While in Edmonton I got so much Japanese candy from the T&T Supermarket. I'm gonna devour it 'til my teeth rot muskat.

FYI Puccho is my favourite brand.

Upon arrival home it was Aunty Panty's love, sacrifice, and devotion time. We hadn't practiced much lately, but somehow managed to write a new song before our Thanksgiving weekend show.



Then, as if all of the above wasn't enough excitement, I received several packages which were waiting for me at my doorstep.

First was my mineral t-shirt I'd ordered from Etsy. It's snug fitting, but tasteful.


Sorta like the Gossip tee I got from their show in Montreal last October.

Next, my stupendous box o' lovelies!
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Cindy Baker swag! SWOON!

And then....

Last but not least------->My roller skates arrived!

Watch out girls!

No One Cares For Me

Dennis Cooper is one of the few writers living today who is not only transgressive, but has a distinct style of writing that is completely his own. He is dichotomous - his voice is lyrical and poetic, yet stripped down and succinct, unembellished sentences cutting through to naked meaning. Cooper smears his brain across the page, giving us a glimpse inside, as he explores his fascination with the lines between sex/murder, worship/torture, obsession/indifference. He penetrates the mechanics of human desire and motivation through a drug-induced/evolved clarity via ob/subjective observation of others in relation to his personal madness.

Dennis Cooper's books about predatory males who hack up beautiful boys, or dream about it, intimidate some people. Alex James of Blur pulled out of an interview with him, and Queer Nation issued him with a death threat. Even Marilyn Manson refused to let him write a cover story on him for an American music magazine.

But Cooper's books are more than gorefests. They're also romantic. The men take the objects of their desire apart in a bid to understand the awesome power they have over them. The Guardian hit on it when they said that a desire for love infects the carnage. In Cooper's novel 'Try', the central character Ziggy says to his foster father: "If you loved me you wouldn't rim me while I'm crying." Perhaps his work unsettles some people because it unflinchingly dissects his own dark fantasies.



drawings by Math Tinder

At the age of 11 sex and violence linked themselves, quite literally, in the writer's head when a friend he had a crush on split Cooper's head open with an axe. At 12 he hiked to a place in the mountains behind his house where three boys had been raped and killed. Upon reaching the spot, Cooper found himself gripped by a feeling of eroticised fear and fascination. And in the ninth grade Cooper met his beloved friend George Miles. Miles had deep psychological problems and Cooper took him under his wing. Years later, when Cooper was 30, he had a brief love affair with the 27-year-old Miles. The cycle of books (Closer 1989, Frisk 1991, Try 1994, Guide 1997 and Period 1999) were an attempt by Cooper to get to the bottom of both his fascination with sex and violence and his feelings for Miles. This project, which took Cooper nearly twenty years to realize, would later become known as The George Miles Cycle.

Cooper was an outsider and the leader of a group of poets, punks, stoners, and writers. After high school he attended Pasadena City College, and later, Pitzer College, where he had a poetry teacher who was to inspire him to pursue his writing outside of institutions of higher learning.


Deerhunter have cited Dennis Cooper as a lyrical influence.

Deerhunter - But I'm a Boy (mp3)
Deerhunter - When I Taste Blood (mp3)
Deerhunter - Cordless (mp3)

Listen to Deerhunter's latest album 'Halcyon Digest' here.

Ice Cream Truck

Christian Side Hug

Packie wrote: Attention, Christian kids: If you like not having sex, not speaking the Lord’s name in vain, and not being gay, then you’ll love the newest trend in policing typical adolescent behaviors in the name of God. It’s called the The Christian Side-Hug, and it’s here to help the devout avoid the temptation of full frontal hugging. Don’t worry—it’s cool, because they made a “rap” song about it.

According to Stuff Christians Like, there’s no “exact scripture reference” banning normal hugging. But the Side-Hug does significantly lower the “risk of two crotches touching,” which has got to be in the Bible somewhere. Here’s how you do it:

Instead of face to face, you go side to side, putting your arm around the person and your hip against their’s. Still having a hard time mastering it? Pretend you’re taking a photo and you’re both looking at the camera together. The side hug, or A frame as it is also called, is safe for the whole family, friendly and above all holy.

The Christian Side-Hug strikes me as almost skeezily chaste—I’d much rather have a brief normal embrace with a stranger than a hip-tap from a person who I know sexualizes even the most mundane forms of human contact. But the Side-Hug itself is slightly less offensive than the medium being used to promote it: An appropriated version of “rap music” performed by a bunch of white youth pastors who think that mixing in some gang-ish hand signals, tying on a bandana, and securing some fake bling will bring the youth to God.
The Christian Side-Hug rap comes courtesy of the Encounter Generation Conference, an annual Christian youth gathering which hopes to “bring the power, authenticity, and relevance of Jesus Christ to their culture.” I’m afraid that this potent combination of absurd chastity and mock hip-hop will be more likely to bring the power of a school-yard beat-down to these kids’ faces.

Judy Lewd

Check out more of her work here.

Let's Make Love

I am low on time, and must ensure that I have a post for today. I'm heading out shortly and can't guarantee that I'll return before midnight, so here's another list of things that you might want to check out. I feel like I'm cheating at this NaBloPoMo thing. Aw hell, there's nothing dictating the effort one must put forth to qualify except that one must post something to their blog daily. So far, so good!

Fight for Human Rights! - Ugandan MP Proposes Gay Death-Penalty Bill - Are American Anti-Gay Groups Responsible?

Fuck You Brad Trost! - Sask. MP Trost launches petition against funding of planned parenthood group

I shall leave you with a video by Winnipeg's Vav Jungle.

Gender vs Sex

There are few things that bother me more than the misuse of the word 'gender'. It's ignorant, and it's gag inducing. Understanding 'gender' is not like studying the theories of quantum physics. Everybody can understand the idea of 'gender', the problem is, not everyone will accept it. If you don't like gender fucking, don't do it, but there's no justifying the oppression of people who are gender variant.

The IAAF has given new meaning to the term "governing body." The organization, which oversees track and field internationally, has asked the South African athletics federation to conduct a gender verification exam on the nation's running sensation, Caster Semenya, who Wednesday won the 800-meter event at the World Championships in Berlin. Results won't be available for several weeks, apparently because gender verification has become much more intricate than it was in 1968, when the International Olympic Committee first called for such tests.

Read more:
IAAF asks South Africa to conduct gender verification test on rising track star Caster Semenya

Family speaks out in support of South African track star Caster Semenya as gender questions surface