Up MY Alley?!

I’m getting the hell out of San Diego tonight. San Diego Pride takes place this weekend and this faggot is heading up to San Fran for the sleaze that cannot be provided here. It's Up Your Alley weekend and I plan to make the most of it. I also hope I make it back home without a sore ass.

Hotel Del Casa Norte by Woodsrriott

Woods has opened the doors of Casa Norte to The Bulgarian. Apparently, The Bulgarian has gotten out of the nasty relationship he has been in for the past few months. He needed a place to crash while he gets his life in order, so Woods was nice enough to offer him the main futon at CN. We will see how long The Bulgarian will last with all of our loud music, constant nakedness and random guys coming over to get fucked. I give it two days before he is officially traumatized.

The Cancer/Leo connection

Happy Birthday Woods!

I said dance White Boy!

A view from Woods’ seat at the Morningwood/The Go-Go’s show at The Greek Theatre in Los Angeles.

You said what about my momma?!

My mom (Barb) fucking rocks. Seriously. What a trooper. She held it down this past weekend hanging with me & my crazy California family – LadyE, Timofy, and Woods. She boozed it up with us at the center of WeHo gayness The Abbey on Friday night. During the course of the weekend she tried Sushi, went to the Morningwood/The Go-Go’s & Kathy Griffin shows, grubbed at Cha Cha Cha, strolled Hollywood Boulevard and even escaped a potentially nasty hangover. I don’t know too many moms that would do such things with her son so I feel very lucky to have a mother like that. I just hope she can make it out here again soon.

Barb with the California family - Timofy, LadyE, and Woods.

Bloody Mary havin' Whip cheesing it up with his mom Barb.

Stoli & Tonic sippin' Barb with one of her other sons Timofy.

Whip pulling a dork pose with LadyE and Barb.

Bright eye'd Woods being grabbed by Barb while LadyE smiles on.

Woods, Barb, and Timofy attempting to try the sidewalk sobering tactics outside of The Abbey.

Post Abbey drunkeness with Barb, Timofy and some random gay dude that Timofy was trying to mack on.

Something to think about: God

I know, I know, not ANOTHER rant about religion, right?!

Wrong bitches. I just have a question...

Why do people think that “God” is a man? And why do people think he is white? The “supposedly” supreme being is a white male? Sounds like bullshit to me.

Ok, time to get off the soapbox.

Oh wait, I can’t.

It is MY blog afterall.

Ha!

Gym Chatter

It’s approaching a year that I have been religiously working out at my gym. My gym partner Woods and I have come to coin several nicknames for the interesting characters that work out at the location we frequent. I have compiled them onto a list for your entertainment:

Sir Chats Alot = no shorts wearing grey muscled tee’d dude who spends more time talking to others than actually working out – the bastard is usually there before we get there and he is still there after we leave

Calves = manly man who calfs are awe-worthy, but also amazingly larger than the average Joe’s – then again his entire body is pretty damn beefy, quite hot if you ask me – I want him to sit on my face

“Did you enjoy your swim?” = gentleman who strutted around the locker room with his ass out, played “show me yours & I’ll show you mine” in separate shower stalls with me, only to have him cruise Woods and I in and out of the gym, and then pulled up next to us at the stoplight asking us “Did you enjoy your swim?”

Worker Boy = close cropped dark haired front desk’d slimmer bodied worker bee who Woods fancies

Powder = older gentleman who leaves a pile of baby powder on the floor in front of the locker he usually uses every single time he is there

Mexi-Boy = Latin guy who always wears long black gym pants with a wife beater and only works out his upper body & is a drool-worthy AND a mystery (legs wise) according to Woods

Lotion = great ass’d & leg’d swimmer guy who stands in front of his locker naked rubbing lotion all over his body

Mrs. Grubman = older woman who works out every now and again who strikes a resemblance to Nip/Tuck’s Mrs. Grubman.

Top Heavy = twenty-something tattoo’d guy who is way too top heavy for his own good, only works out his upper body and IT SHOWS, never wears shorts, but you can tell he has thin legs through those baggy pants

Tattoo = cardio crazy, tank top wearing, masculine looking, tattoo’d covered, muscular older man who Whip has a hard-on for

No legs! = every male that obviously only works out his upper body and ignores his lower portion which ends up with them having sickly looking thin legs (ger-ross!) (i.e. – see: Top Heavy)