Tag Archives: sex

Guestblog: How much is that girly in the window? – Part 1

Courtesy of an anonymous friend, because we all know I can’t write blogs worth reading all the time. ;) This is completely paraphrased and I can’t even tell you which of my friends originally said it, but it went something like this: There’s no such thing as a gateway drug. If you drink or do

Guestblog: To all you broads that don’t put out

Usually I try to stay out of my dude friends’ business; they tend to date the most insane girls ever and for the most part I let them because after three weeks they clue in & dump ‘em. Except one of my friends didn’t clue in, and I asked him to write about it a

Have you fucked a 10?

Here’s a hard question for most people to answer honestly: based on looks alone, where would you rate yourself on a scale of 1-10? In my opinion, there’s only two types of answers: the overly modest or the overly kind. For example; a hot girl will make sad eyes while confessing she’s a five, and

The great lube debate

While talking with a male friend of mine he revealed to me he has never owned a bottle of lube. This is concerning to me, because I would think as a sexually active person you would keep a bottle (or four) around “just in case” a situation arose when you actually needed it. Upon further

Quotable Quotes #1

I’m on a roll this week for being quotable apparently. Here’s some gems! – (in reference to my refusal to use/purchase an iPhone) “If I wanted to use a touchscreen, I would’ve gotten a job at fucking McDonald’s.” – Some dude: “How do you get into the headspace for modeling anywho?” Me: “I just take

I miss videoblogging

No really, I do. Watch my 4am shenanigans from summer 2007 on my YouTube account. Here’s the last one I posted towards the end of January if you feel like wasting almost 10 minutes of your life. There’s a pretty swanky webcam on my Amazon wishlist. It’s the Logitech Quickcam 9000 which sounds more like

Life according to Chuck Klosterman (and how I am relating to it)

For whatever reason I dug out my copy of Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman this evening. I have this habit of highlighting and underlining passages out of my books that strike me as particularly poignant. Maybe I subconsciously do it so I have something to blog about, but I prefer my first