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Hey everyone!

I hope everyone had a great weekend. Mine went pretty well, except for all those pesky hangovers! But, I asked for it. And my body gave it to me! Hard. This hangover has no doubt taken 2 days to get over. I'm FINALLY starting to feel better after my night of drinking at Tracks nightclub here in Denver (a place I won't go to again even if my retarded, over priced cover charge and drinky-poos were covered all night!).

Tonight I'm going to sit down and set some goals for myself. After this weekend I realized a few things, and of those things, the most important is that I'm really not happy with where I'm at in life right now. I'm not depressed or suicidal or anything, but I'm going to find what's in the way of me getting the things I want. At the top of my list? Owning a freaking home and finding the love of my life. I do enjoy my private time, but I think I'm ready to share that private time with someone else.

Anybody single?

Going to keep this post short. I have some thinking to do. Peace out!

I don't know how many of you work out of those how-ever-many-story high office buildings in downtown or the business-developed suburbs of the town you live in, but I've been doing it for 6 months here in Denver (to the day, thank you very much) and can I just tell you? I hate it. I... hate it.

As many of you know, for years I worked on-site at an apartment community dealing with residents, phone calls, and offices full of people to interact with. Maintenance men would be buzzing around the office, residents would be shuffling in and out of the clubhouse, coworkers would mingle and talk about resident and company gossip. For the most part, life was good. I enjoyed going into work. I enjoyed what I did. It gave me a sense of accomplishment in the world.

Yeah, well... not anymore. Now, I sit in a super duper extra ultra mega quiet office, in a cubicle, with super high walls, a phone, and computer. I sit in my chair all day long and answer emails from people who sit two cubes over from me, push papers, do a lot of administrative duties, in a department that, I'm sad to say, has not grown on me. I never feel like I've accomplished, well... anything. I am a Property Transitions Coordinator. What do I do? I help coordinate the transition of apartment communities to and from our company. Pretty simple? Yes. Interesting? No. Rewarding? No. Ever changing? ABSOLUTELY. Any consistency? No, other than the fact that everything happens at the very last minute.

Don't get wrong. I LOVE the company I work for. They really do take care of their employees. Much better than I've seen in my whole working life. My boss is understanding, flexible, and great to work for. She goes to bat for the people on her team. Our CEO is actually with it and doesn't expect unrealistic results. All good things. 

But here's what I can't stand about this new position. (1) I can't stand sitting in a cubicle day in and day out. I need to be up and moving. I need to do things besides copy and paste information in Excel spreadsheets and answer emails all day. (2) I hate corporate office conversations. Most of them involve the retarded (in a deep, country club voice) "Heeeey Mike! Nice job on the Smith Account there bud! Pretty soon you're going to be up for that promotion!!" or the typical filler conversation in the break room "Hey everyone, it's Friday!" "Did you check out the game last night? That birdie was unreal!" "Any plans for the weekend?" "Did you check out the new girl in accounting? Man does she have some skills!" It's all just so annoying. (3) I don't get corporate office jokes. I just don't get them. I mean... who makes up a joke about not knowing what a PDF is? Or who tells a joke that involves the company firewall and a hamster? DUMB. (4) Everyday I deal with the awkward, eyebrow-bounce smile from my coworkers. You all know what I'm talking about. That fake smile where people pull their lips in, purse them, and pull their eyebrows up and down real-quick at the same time. I get that... at least 20 times a day. (5) Last, but not least, I cannot stand the fact that people who work IN THE SAME OFFICE AND ON THE SAME FLOOR as I do, send me an email to ask a question. Get up from your cube and come over and ask. It won't kill you. And guess what... I'm a nice guy! 

I knew taking this job was going to be an adjustment, but I didn't realize it was going to take this much adjusting. Nor did I think it was going to take me 6 months to NOT get anymore comfortable with my new job. Even after how welcoming everyone has been, I'm still not digging it. 

I'm hoping to get back to the property sometime in the near future. I'd like to explore other avenues, but guess what... I'm almost 30. Not a good time to start a new career path. I'll post on THAT milestone tomorrow. 

Wish me luck for the day tomorrow. Ugh. Here's to CODB!

I have this disgusting obsession with trying to find the most tear-jerking videos of mothers being surprised by their sons or daughters returning home from war. Coming from a military family and growing up in a military city I understand and appreciate the emotions behind it. And there's nothing more touching than watching a mother being reunited with their kid. Really. The pure emotion behind it is awesome! Here's one of my favorites... for the time being:




Don't get me wrong. I'm a proud American. I enjoy things like fourth-of-July BBQ's, big lifted trucks, country boys, freedom, and, of course, our overall culture.

H O W E V E R . . .

I do also enjoy a bit of... oh... I don't know. Reservation? I mean... Alyssa Campanella's outfit for the Miss Universe Contest is a bit SuperDuperExtraUltraMegaOverTheTop.


I know this was just her costume, but... c'mon! It looks like she's getting ready to go hand gliding over the Grand Canyon in this outfit!

Well, readers... even after a year and a half of DOING NOTHING on this blog, I'm ready to start blogging again! Will you have me back? Please? PLEASE!? I'm terribly sorry for disappointing those who came here on a daily basis to get their fill of what I have to say. What was the reasoning for such an abrupt, sudden disappearance? 

I'm not going to bore you with all the insane details. But... I will sum it up to just a few things:

1) My blog addy was jacked by GoDaddy.com and they demanded an INSANE amount of money to get it back. This was the start of it all...

2) My job situation changed (for the good... I got promoted!), but the sad part about the promotion was that it was a result of the owners deciding to stick a "For Sale" sign in the front lawn of the apartment community I managed. Sad, sad day. Obviously, I decided to stay with the old company and got transferred up to the corporate office. MAJOR adjustment (I'll post on this later!).

3) I got really, really lazy. And I mean... really lazy. I suppose that's not really a good reason, but I got into a serious habit of becoming addicted to every show on TV. Damn you Netflix and your play instantly awesomeness! 

4) I did some growing up (I seriously think there is a second puberty to life). I'm learning to look at things differently now-a-days. You know, I have one year left in my 20's... and I need to start making some major life decisions. I'll be sharing a lot of those with you all (which I'm very excited about!).

5) Finally... there was beer. Well... there is still beer. In fact, there's beer right now. But it's low-carb beer! Woot!

So there you have it. I know it doesn't seem like much, but when you throw in the mix of life and everything that goes along with that, well... it can get pretty busy. What it all mounts up to is that, months later, when I was ready to start blogging again, I felt like I had missed out on so much there was no point in even trying to catch up. But now, I figure this is just part of the fresh start for me. =)

I'm looking forward to getting back to reading about what's going on all of your lives, in the world, and everything else in between. Please come back often, because I promise there will be lots to read about. Love you all. Missed you all. And I can't wait to hear from you!

- Wes


Beautiful, skinny, and amazing photographer Jennifer submits to us yet another great morning mugshot! Look at those wittle dimples! She's so cute I want to vomit all over a small child and then run them over with a heavy tractor! 

Readers... where's yours!?



I'm sure you all realize this isn't an actual Adobe Photoshop ad, but it's creative as hell. And Boy Culture put it right: 
What's sad is Madonna looks fine on the right—but we're not allowed to see unretouched women in our society unless they're walking down the street.

Jake Shears of the Scissor Sisters on the cover and inside of French mag Tetu to promote their new single "Fire with Fire". And damn, he's lookin' hawt... and he looks like my kinda man! Check out that cheek action (although, with moi, his mouth would be open much wider and his eyes would be watering uncontrollably). Ha!

Video's below =)




Scissor Sisters - Fire With Fire

BLAIR | MySpace Video

What do you think readers, does Laura Bush deserve her Facebook campaign calling for Dallas to draft her as an honorary guest for their pride parade this year?

Considering her previous support for the homos, and just for the sheer fact that it would piss off her ugly husband, SE is saying hell yes!

Via Wicked Gay Blog:

While enjoying a bite to eat at a local diner, you overhear a waiter giving two women at the next table a hard time. 

PHOTO

"Are you sisters?" he asks them. "Are your husbands joining you?" 

At first, he just seems to be a nuisance but then he gets personal. 

"Oh, you're lesbians?" he exclaims. "What about your kids? Don't they need daddies?" 

The two women and their children are shocked and embarrassed. As they try to place an order, the waiter gets even more incensed and finally asks them to leave. As the family of four gets up to go, they catch your eye. 

Watch the full story on a special edition of "What Would You Do?" this Wednesday at 10 p.m. ET (SOURCE-ABC)

Hi Readers!

Yes, this blog DOES still exist... and I'm still alive and breathing (barely). Sorry for taking an entire week off and totally neglecting all of you!

Now, now, now. I'm not back in full force as of yet. My company has given me a lovely task, and that task is... re-writing our entire 13-page Rental Agreement for all of our new residents! I'm sure this sounds like everyone's idea of hell, but I have to admit readers, I am having the TIME OF MY LIFE doing this! 

I'm such an anal-retentive person, that this is by far and away, the perfect project for my face. And I'm taking as much free time as I can to get this done and get it done right. If they implement this new lease, it will be a giant rainbow feather in my little gay hat and totally protect the company I LURRRRRRV working for. 

Thanks for your patience over these past few days, and the following few days, while I stick my giant, Italian nose into legal binders and landlord/tenant law books and create the most rock-solid lease ever designed! 

I love you all and promise to work you into my next wet-dream with John Scully's Avatar. Just let me know if you want top or bottom.

K, Thanks!

Readers. Good lord. Imma be washing my sheets two times tomorrow. Because I just had the most INTENSE and ENJOYABLE, wettest wet dream of my entire life... with this:


I just woke up in a VERY sticky situation readers, and had to share this with all of you. Because, seriously, it was the most amazing sex that I've ever, and will never, have with an over-sized, blue-stripe-dicked, tail-bearing, Dracula-teethed, hissing, yellow-eyed, pony-tail-to-the-dick-bonding, loin-clothed man. Have any of you ever had sex with a man who's tail wavered back and forth behind his head when he came? 

Didn't think so. But, let me tell ya... it's quite the experience.

I'm not sure if this makes me the biggest freak, or luckiest man, in the entire world. 

OK, I know I said I was taking a little time off blogging, but I wet my pants a little when I saw the following commercial tonight when watching HGTV. See his wittle wainbow shirt? So cute:

Oh shit, readers. I know. I'm sorry. I was going to get to posting tonight, but work is calling again! I'm hoping to be back in a few days. I'm sowwy!

But look at it this way, at least you weren't the guy in front of me at the gas station who was holding a 4-pack of Charmin Ultra and impatiently waiting for the cashier to ring up the old lady in front of him. Ha!

Love ya!
Wes


Readers, if you've never seen Death Becomes Her, you may leave. 

For those of you who have, list some favorite quotes from the movie! Here are mine (and I promise not to take all the good ones):

"I'm sorry... but Harry and Dick had to dress you. You were improperly attired... for the occasion."

"NOW a warning!?"

"I am seventy-two years old. THAT'S what it does..."

"Huah! I'm a girl!" "Shhhhh...."

Pit Shot!

Can you name it, readers? It wasn't revealed until after the show ended, and amazingly, nobody noticed until that point. I never watched the show, but for those of you who did, what message do you think they were trying to get across? Cuz I don't get it!

                     Ugly Betty                              Queen Anne Boleyn, mid 16th Century

I'm mildly pissed that I cannot credit this incredible piece of art to anyone. Do any of my lovely readers know who is responsible for this shit? Because it's amazing.


Me: Do you smell that?

Jesse: Yeah.

Me: Mmmm... it smells like french toast.

Jesse: I think it smells like chicken fingers.

Random Bar Patron 1: I was thinking cheese pizza.

Friend of Random Bar Patron: Really? I thought rice.

Randon Bar Patron 2: No, it's cinnamon rolls.

Bar tender (walking by): Popcorn anyone?

Oh, readers... fabulous! This means the rumors that were circulating for three entire fucking years actually were true! Colorado residents, rejoice. Because this is some big shit! And they're going to put crap-tastic American Furniture Warehouse out of business. You all know who I'm talking about... the company who's 800-year old owner is always on TV with those ridiculous farm and circus animals crawling all over him and his low-quality furniture. What's his name again? Jake Jabs?

Anway, they've broken ground on the new location and are expecting to have the store opening in the Fall of 2011 in Park Meadows (bleh!), which is only appropriate, since that area is CHOCK full of psychotic soccer moms and conservative families with no money who live in small, expensive looking homes and cart their spoiled, snot-faced children to school and back in over-sized SUV's and other vehicles they can't afford to drive.

The good news is, the opening date leaves me plenty of time to save up some money and get in shape, cuz this is going to be the new cruising spot for all the gay men in Colorado. Too bad it'll be all cold and wintry then. I guess I'll just have to find a REALLY tight hoodie to wear. ;-)

Is it just me, or is YouTube really starting irritate everyone else, too? Has anyone tried to watch a music video on their iPhone lately? They've blocked pretty much every one of them from viewing on it. And, I know, it's to force people to purchase music. Which, there's nothing wrong with people needing to pay for the music, but c'mon... a music video with shitty sound quality? Is there really a need to block that?

Apparently, that answer would be a yes. And my response to that is my middle finger waaaaay up in the air.


The Smithtown Messenger recently published a photo editorial showing before and after photos of First Couples in the White House, depicting the toll the presidency takes on them physically.

When it came to show the Obama's however, the paper thought it would be HI-larious to post a picture of Fred Sanford and Aunt Esther from Sanford & Son duking it out.

Wrote the paper, after receiving numerous complaints:
The publishers of the Smithtown Messenger regret any offense taken by our readers at the photographic political satire depicting the current and past presidents on the editorial page in the April 29th, 2010 issue. While we have grave disagreement with the policies of the current Administration, we hold the office of President of the United States in great respect.
Just more quality news from the asshat-factory!

Well, readers. It looks like the $87,000 George received to testify in support of banning gay-adoption rights in Florida paid for his all-out gay vacation.  Rent Boy "Lucien" tells the Miami New Times all about his trip with anti-gay Christian right leader George Alan Rekers:
The male escort hired by anti-gay activist George Alan Rekers has told Miami New Times that the Baptist minister is a homosexual who paid him to provide body rubs, once a day, in the nude, during their ten-day vacation in Europe. 

Rekers allegedly named his favorite maneuver the "long stroke" -- a complicated caress "across his penis, thigh... and his anus over the butt cheeks," as the escort puts it. "Rekers liked to be rubbed down there," he says.
A campaign by Joe Jervis aimed at getting attorney general Bill McCollum to respond to the Rekers scandal caused the shutdown of McCollum's gubernatorial campaign Facebook page.

Fucking hypocritical asshole. I'm pissed, but not that pissed readers. Keep the lies and scandals coming, far right conservative Christians. Please! Because one day, it will lead to fall of your church and one more thing we don't have to deal with when fighting for our god-given rights.

Studies show that condoms are 58% effective in keeping one dry during water balloon fights, or 42% effective in dousing their intended target when filled and thrown properly:


Well, who would have guessed readers!? He certainly doesn't share much on what he's into, and his available times sure are limited. Imma talk this boy up next time he's online and tell him "Yo... back your far-right Christian brigade up, homie. Cuz they're makin life kinda suck for us homos. And they say mean things, too! Oh, and you don't really hate fags, right?".

I'll let you all know how that conversation goes. I'm sure it'll be coo. Jeebus loves all children of the world.

It's the song from those HTC commercials. Now you know. And now you dance..

But, then again, when does Evan ever give a bad view!? Thanks WGB!

Take a gander at Mark Jenkin's indoor/outdoor street artwork. Totally cool. Here's what Mark has to say about his art and the legal aspects associated with it:
There is opposition, and risk, but I think that just shows that street art is the sort of frontier where the leading edge really does have to chew through the ice. And it's good for people to remember public space is a battleground, with the government, advertisers and artists all mixing and mashing, and even now the strange cross-pollination taking place as street artists sometimes become brands, and brands camouflaging as street art creating complex hybrids or impersonators. I think it's understanding the strangeness of the playing field where you'll realize that painting street artists, writers, as the bad guys is a shallow view. As for the old bronzes, I really don't see them as part of what's going on in the dialogue unless addressed by a new intervention.
Cool shit:

Hey, neat!
The special stamp was designed by Christian Högl, who works as a professional graphic designer in addition to his volunteer activities as HOSI Wien’s co-president. He also created the graphic designs for the Rainbow Parade for the last eight years. “Austrian Post will dedicate one of the 60 postal stamps to be issued this year to this event,” said Jona Solomon, co-president of Homosexuelle Initiative (HOSI) Wien, Austria’s oldest and leading gay and lesbian organisation, that has been organising the gay pride parade in Vienna since 2003.
A special post office will be set up at this year's parade where stamp collectors can get the prized "first day postmark."

(via jmg)

I don't care what they say, this is a total WIN!


(via failblog)

... until someone gets tasered in front of thousands of people and on national television! Poor Steve Consalvi... all he wanted was his moment in the spotlight, and some rent-a-cop had to come along and ruin it for him
Steve Consalvi, 17, is a senior at Boyertown High and 'a real good student, heading to Penn State,' according to his father, Wayne, 45, who owns Consalvi Auto Repair in Pottstown. Steve even called from the park last night, asking for permission to run on the field, as the Phillies hosted the St. Louis Cardinals, the elder Consalvi said. 'He said, 'Dad, can I run on the field? I said, 'I don't think you should, son.'' 'This would be a once in a lifetime experience!' the son said.
OK, true, true. Running onto the field is a little cliche. A lot of people do it, all the time. But not all of them get tasered! Steve gets bonus points!

George Alan's a supder-duper-conservative Baptist minister in Miami. He's a raging homosexual anti-gay activist. And he just returned from a sunny-filled, 10-day trip to Bermuda with his rent boy, "Lucien".
On April 13, the "rent boy" (whom we'll call Lucien) arrived at Miami International Airport on Iberian Airlines Flight 6123, after a ten-day, fully subsidized trip to Europe. He was soon followed out of customs by an old man with an atavistic mustache and a desperate blond comb-over, pushing an overburdened baggage cart. That man was George Alan Rekers, of North Miami — the callboy's client and, as it happens, one of America's most prominent anti-gay activists. Rekers, a Baptist minister who is a leading scholar for the Christian right, left the terminal with his gay escort, looking a bit discomfited when a picture of the two was snapped with a hot-pink digital camera.
Alan insists he hired the young man to help him with his bags, because he just had surgery, even though he was able to push his own luggage cart. Alan has served in advisory roles with Congress, the White House, and the Department of Health and Human Services and testified as a state's witness in favor of Florida's gay adoption ban. He is also a board member of the National Association for Research & Therapy of Homosexuality, and lectures worldwide, from Europe to the Middle East, on teen sexuality.

Oh, readers. It's so great watching the far right eat themselves to an absolute oblivion, isn't it!?

Hey readers! Sorry for the light posting. Work has been taking up a ton of my time lately, as it always does during the first part of the month, or as I like to call it, that time of the month, because I'm sure that if I got a period twelve times a year... it wouldn't be much better. And I'm sure it would be pretty damn heavy, too.

Anyway, this past week has been insane. There was work, laundry, hanging with friends who I hadn't seen in months, bingo (just kidding!), drinking, the beer bust, designing fliers for a friends business, more laundry, more work, and then... getting to know this cutie patootie:


His name is Christopher. And he's got a snake named Dakota and a gecko named Ducky. We met, oddly enough, on Facebook (we had some mutual friends), and after a month or two of commenting back and forth we finally met last week.

I don't know a ton about him, but what I do know is that he's fun, cute, passionate, and an all around great guy. I just wanted to share a little blurb about this cute little purrrrmkin. Blogging may take a little hit while I get to know him, but I'll try to update daily!

Hope everyone's doing well!

Whoa readers! It's been a while since we've done one of these. Here's what the editors at SwishEmbassy are blasting in their elevators and break rooms!











Pit Shot!


(via sozo)

I don't know about any of you, but Damien Walters is amazing. And not to mention HOT. And he’s back with a new video chock full of absolutely sick moves. You may remember his long rolling vault while undressing. Well, this time he does it while dressing (boo!). Is there anyone greater at doing this stuff than Damien? And,  you'll all love the wonderful view at the 1.45 mark!

Now this is fucking cool, readers! In an effort to position themselves as a green company, Volkswagen has introduce Bik.e. It's designed to fold up and fit in your spare tire compartment. The Bik.e is capable of 12.5 miles on a full charge with a top speed of 12.5 mph, and is designed to draw a charge from the car itself, so you won't need to worry about plugging it in! 

This is why I LURRRRV my GTI and company behind it!