tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39966809079260559342024-10-06T21:23:08.952-07:00Dating is a bitch, but you don't have to date one.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-45410090734457245332012-09-27T07:44:00.001-07:002012-09-27T07:44:30.645-07:00

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-1762684892027549912012-09-06T10:49:00.000-07:002012-09-06T10:49:14.787-07:00

I would like to introduce to you a friend of mine, Eliana Alvarez, singer and song -writer. She was born and raised in Los Angeles. We had met while interning at Dim Mak Studios, Steve Aoki's independent music label. I remember the first time we met, we were waiting to help out at a yard sale for The Cobra Snake and Steve Aoki. Long dark hair, face hiding behind sunglasses, and then the voice.

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-35681330500623746962012-08-15T14:33:00.000-07:002012-08-15T14:33:00.382-07:00

I sat down to write today. But nothing would come out. Thoughts would come to my mind and then I would stop. I sat down to write today. But this overwhelming feeling kept coming up. It wouldn't leave me alone. I sat down to write today. But nothing got accomplished. I felt your presence. I sat down to write today. But all I could think about was you.

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-38855781675052331362012-08-02T11:40:00.003-07:002012-08-02T11:42:24.034-07:00

This is currently one of my favorite new artists. He only has a few songs out, but they are great! Check out some of the remixes if you get a chance. I love his voice, his words...thought provoking, moving. Take a listen.

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-176380507092997222012-07-15T21:14:00.000-07:002012-07-16T05:42:52.214-07:00

I am nothing more than your average walking talking conundrum, with sometimes a little too much to say. Sure, things change, people change, hey even a blog can change. As I sit back and reflect on everything I have done, I take my hand and thump it towards my forehead. What the fuck was I doing? Living. No one ever said there was a right way to do anything. There is no right way to date, no

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-31313202220822904302012-07-05T22:54:00.002-07:002012-07-05T22:54:32.469-07:00

You know you want to. So just do it. Put the y in dirt, and flip me heads or tails. Ok dirty gay boys, go get the song on Itunes, crank it up, dance around in your American Apparel underwear, and if you are up for it go ahead and fuck your couch to the song. This is the dirty gay boy anthem for the summer...go ahead and take a hit. ...get it on, ITUNES.

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-16000131956149545212012-05-24T19:46:00.000-07:002012-05-24T19:46:37.216-07:00

I had the priviledge to interview Romi Klinger, from The Real L Word, for Glass-Book.com! So head over there and check out the interview, her amazing jewelry line, and learn a little more of the woman behind the merchandise. Romi Klinger Interview, The Lost Girl, for Glass-Book.com

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-2152062192799883762012-05-21T10:18:00.003-07:002012-05-21T10:18:48.055-07:00

How much sex is too much sex, was the question going around. "Really, he can go three times a day. Sometimes I wish he would stop, or maybe he is a sex addict. He doesn't know how it feels to have a dry vagina," she says as she hands over a slice of cheesecake. The abruption of laughter was enough for me to begin my usual inhale/exhale weird laugh. You know...the one that sounds like Revenge

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-84845884781763347172012-05-18T18:18:00.000-07:002012-05-18T18:25:34.663-07:00

No one ever tells you how life is going to be. Past. Present. Future. They flow into one another so seamlessly, in a blink of an eye, one becomes the other, but never backwards. I hope one day, that I am fully awake…awake from this dream that sits so well in my head. Lights. A voice. “Did you think you would get away?” Is it God? Or, the voice of yourself, in your own head? The school bell

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-38254187277792400042012-04-26T07:04:00.002-07:002012-04-26T07:04:26.094-07:00

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-27545704406743706342012-04-25T19:29:00.001-07:002012-04-25T19:29:08.055-07:00

...I love you. Two bodies are standing there. Hands are pressed upon one another. The warmth of his breath glides down my neck. Slowly and assuredly, his hand passes down my chest. Fingertips, the smooth touch of his hands. Down my chest, on my stomach. Sending electricity down my spine. The sense of nervousness creeps in. Is this what I want to do? Second thoughts. Hands on my crotch. Too

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-81935509432334035982012-04-16T07:44:00.002-07:002012-04-16T07:44:43.123-07:00

The Smiths x Lana Del Rey...absolute perfection. *this video is not mine, so check it out and LIKE it on Youtube.

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-69016623552013544342012-04-09T22:21:00.000-07:002012-04-09T22:21:55.323-07:00

Excuse me for being away for over 15 years. It's not that I lost faith, courses in my life had just changed. In a time when I questioned everything, from who I was and am to why we are born to die. I come to you now, fully charged in strength and belief to ask you something. I am not here to barter or beg, for that is not the way. Times are tough all around us. People have been losing jobs,

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-24086501427987654842012-04-02T06:53:00.000-07:002012-04-02T06:53:41.774-07:00

The process of getting hurt... You don't want to beleive it at first. It's as if everything is standing still. His mouth is moving. Sound is escaping. A flashback. A memory. Caught in your mind, Is a time... The sound finally catches up to the movement of his mouth as he turns around. A blow to your stomach, and then your heart. It stops. You strummed the guitar. We sang out loud. On

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-68983729525322049662012-03-26T00:00:00.003-07:002012-03-26T00:00:10.580-07:00

The things that make us gay:1. If you are a girl, you like girls. If you are a guy you like guys. The things that make us straight:1. If you are a girl you like boys. If you are a guy you like girls. The things that make us human:1. We are warm blooded.2. Self-awareness.3. Free moral agency.4. Speech and symbolic cognition.5. Opposable thumbs.6. Walking upright. 7. Conscience and the ability to

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-38571250549851042592012-03-19T00:00:00.000-07:002012-03-19T00:00:06.985-07:00

I promise...will be back up and running. For now enjoy my state of confusion. Things are changing around here, trying to do a little bit more of everything: art, music, life, love, and the funny tid bits of the everyday life of a gay guy. For now enjoy this...it's a little dark and not to circuit party sounding, sorry. xo

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-72157470398546927332012-03-07T00:00:00.000-08:002012-03-07T00:00:04.473-08:00

Not very many gay men have the best relationship with their father. Now, I am not speaking for ALL gay men, I am just stating that some men out there either have had a falling out with them due to the fact that they are gay or something else that happened in their lives. Most young gay men side with their mom...hence the momma's boy equals a gay boy (fyi, this is NOT always the case).  My

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-5693332412094076682012-03-05T00:00:00.001-08:002012-03-05T00:00:08.432-08:00

The one-man-band, Son of Dave, needs no introduction. Just hit play and enjoy. You should check out the Youtube video of the Roberto Cavalli show with Son of Dave, he made the show happen.

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-10968598523575009502012-02-28T06:55:00.000-08:002012-02-28T06:55:16.971-08:00

Spring is around the corner, and I figured, what the heck lets start cleaning out the closet and underneath the bed. Lo' and behold out comes this book, The History of Sexuality, by Foucault. This is the first part in a series of collection, the rest yet to be found in the room. As a gay man, which I am, I attended college and this was one of the few books that was required reading...actually I

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-90175751070880122282012-02-27T00:00:00.000-08:002012-02-27T00:00:12.515-08:00

Ever since the song/video collage, Video Games came out, I have been hooked. Hooked, ok that is an understatement (especially because the CD is in my car and plays on repeat), more like obsessed. As we know I tend to do that with many things, socks, white t-shirts, shoes...ok well yeah, I am a gay man, it happens. Music is one of those things that makes or breaks my day. It can put me in a

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-13116216112782924102012-02-22T00:00:00.000-08:002012-02-22T00:00:13.177-08:00

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-17132915396321392502012-02-20T00:00:00.000-08:002012-02-21T13:45:44.476-08:00

Maybe I don't turn on the radio too much anymore, but I am not thrilled by the new Madonna song. Now, I heard it and watched it on the SuperBowl...yeah I know right, I watched the SuperBowl (like most gay guys, that means I watched the half time show only, and then sipped a martini while discussing the players tight pants).  Anyhow, out she comes on her throne, whether it be a dis to all the

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-48274873397161795862012-02-15T00:01:00.000-08:002012-02-15T00:01:01.309-08:00

©Terry Richardson, Untitled (red lips), 2011 My wildest hipster dre▲ms just came true. Terry Richardson, is putting together his first solo exhibition for OHWOW Los Angeles! The show kicks off February 24th and runs through March 31st, 2012. I have admired Terry's work for quite some time, even through all the controversy of American Apparel ads, to his works for Purple, and every other amazing

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-84649945335404785912012-02-13T00:01:00.000-08:002012-02-13T00:01:00.354-08:00

JA Mixter You hit power, and turn up the volume. You rock out, dance, whatever you please when you listen to your favorite song. It fills you with this feeling, elevating you to another level...trying to find that ultimate release. Music can fill a space in our lives, or help us recollect times of old. Whatever it is, music causes something inside of us to happen that alters our mental state

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11034778588479464314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3996680907926055934.post-31859315349463579162012-02-10T08:08:00.000-08:002012-02-10T08:08:05.923-08:00

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

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