Posts Tagged ‘gay



21
Jul
08

I Am Reminded That I’m Gay When…

I have a 24-pak of candelabra-base, flame-tip light bulbs in the garage, and I can offer almost any other sized bulb in two different color temperatures. Continue reading ‘I Am Reminded That I’m Gay When…’

17
Jul
08

Your Sex Tool Box, Part 2 – The Intermediate Stuff

Okay, so now you have your tool box ready to go with the basic stuff. What’s in your tool box is up to you of course, as an expression of your individuality, but here are a few suggestions.

A Leather Blindfold
This is by far the most valuable item in the box. Sensory deprivation is Continue reading ‘Your Sex Tool Box, Part 2 – The Intermediate Stuff’

15
Jul
08

Your Sex Tool box, Part 1 – The Basics

There’s an ominous looking black steel tool box in our bedroom. We bought it to centralize all the sex stuff and free up some space in our nightstands. It’s locked so that anything inside doesn’t scare the cleaning lady. It’s the sex toolbox, and you should have one.

Choose a good-sized tool box, because once you start with this it’s going to be fun and you’re going to need space. Choose metal. Plastic toolboxes may interact with lubes, poppers, and dildos the way rubber worms used to melt into the trays of that tackle box you had as a kid. Make sure you have a home for it that is convenient and practical. Buy some felt dots for the bottom of it if you have hardwood floors. Trust me. Here’s what goes in it: Continue reading ‘Your Sex Tool box, Part 1 – The Basics’

03
Jul
08

Granny, I Hardly Knew Ye

I never met my Father, who was killed by a teenage drunk driver on Valentine’s Day, on the 610 loop in Houston. He’s buried in Conroe, Texas, and I haven’t been there to see him – or rather his stone – and anything beyond an incidental visit while in Houston seems a monumental waste of time and money, replete with irony: flying to see a monument to a man, in death, who never lifted a finger to see me, in life. I do have his face, essentially, a few pictures of him, an old home movie, and the flag under which he was interred, but that’s about it.

When I was 19 and on hiatus (read: suspended for a semester) from the University of Florida, I took my suddenly free time to visit Lake Charles, Louisiana, meet my grandparents, uncles, aunt, and cousins, and actually live in Houston with my uncle Charlie, Jr. (a man who made a living with a Continue reading ‘Granny, I Hardly Knew Ye’

30
Jun
08

Billy’s Hot Cowboys, June 2008

Send in your own photo of you in a cowboy hat and be one of Billy’s daily Hot Cowboys. Thanks to the guys who sent in their photos so far… HAWT!

26
Jun
08

Git ‘er Done: Chute Dogging in the L.A. Rodeo

It’s 110 degrees and I’m in a chute which is about 3′ x 8′, next to a steer that weighs around 600 lbs. I’ve been standing there for about five minutes, watching Sam in the previous chute. I’m calming the animal, and positioning his rump to the back corner of the chute while I calmly ask myself, “What the hell am I doing here?” I wonder how I got myself into this, kind of replaying the whole thing: the mechanical bull, Sonny, Sam, Rodeo School in Phoenix, Palm Springs, and now Los Angeles, and I still can’t believe it. It’s not until the chute attendant tells me, “The arena is ready,” that I reach down and take hold of the animal and become keenly aware that I’m being watched by my competitors – a lot of great cowboys and cowgirls. My safety (Sonny) talks me through my prep and keeps me focused and calm. The chute attendant asks me how I’ll tell him (or her) to open the chute. Some cowboys nod, some say ‘go’, some do both. I say ‘go’ and he opens the chute. Continue reading ‘Git ‘er Done: Chute Dogging in the L.A. Rodeo’

25
Jun
08

Don’t Get Trapped in Your Type

I know a guy – I’ll call him Ted (and that’s not him in the picture) – who only dates butch, oral, total gym rat bottoms one would find in a Tom of Finland drawing. Oh, and they should be naturally smooth. And wealthy. And from the Midwest would be good. And under 40, but over 30. I’ve got news: that guy’s busy.

In spite of the fact that Sam and I know a lot of single guys, I’ve never been good at matching them up. I have pointed Ted in the direction of a few quality guys, and the reply has been, “not big enough, not muscular, not butch enough, too old.” and this is from a guy who doesn’t even fit all of his own criteria. Continue reading ‘Don’t Get Trapped in Your Type’

24
Jun
08

L.A. Rodeo Roundup 2: More Photos

Photos keep rolling in from friends we made at the rodeo.  Mad love to Michael Whisner for some great shots.

23
Jun
08

L.A. Rodeo Roundup 1: Not Beginner’s Luck

It was just after I dogged my first-go steer this weekend that I realized another reason I love rodeo: it’s an exercise in being present. In fact, it’s a marathon of being present, and I only participated in three events: goat dressing, chute dogging, and steer deco. I can’t imagine how it must be for Wade Earp, who competes in almost all, if not all, of the events. Sam pointed it out. We weren’t thinking about anything else, all day. Who knew we had to compete in rough stock events to feel like we’d really been on vacation?

I dogged my steers, but the highlight this weekend, by far, was Saturday, watching Sam get in the chute for the very first time, and dog his steer. I was almost as excited and proud as he was. We went one right after the other, both days. Sonny looked after me and Sam got coaching from Sam (Van Helden), both really talented cowboys. We’re grateful to have had them on our chutes. Continue reading ‘L.A. Rodeo Roundup 1: Not Beginner’s Luck’

20
Jun
08

Get Dirty: The 2008 L.A. Rodeo

Hey y’all.  We’re rodeo-bound this weekend, and I’m most excited about the fact that Sam and I are competing as a team for the first time.  We’re going to be posting pics and stories from the road, so stay tuned.  If you want to come out and see it all live, it’s a blast, and worth the drive.  Here are the whens, wheres, and hows.  See y’all there.




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