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On this blog you I am going to share my world with you. What can you expect to find here -- First of all lots of sexy men, off all shapes and types, something for everyone, as I can find beauty in most men. You are going to find that I have a special fondness for Vintage Beefcake and Porn of the 60's, 70's, and 80's. Also, I love the average guy, and if you want to see yourself on here, just let me know. Be as daring as you like, as long as you are of age, let me help you share it with the world! Also, you are going to find many of my points of views, on pop culture, politics and our changing world. Look to see posts about pop culture, politics, entertainment, sex, etc. There is not any subject that I find as something I won't discuss or offer my point of view. Most of all, I hope you are going to enjoy what I post. ENJOY!

Friday, November 1, 2013

Yummy of the Day 11/1/2013

Hello November

A burly chest for Friday | Dudoir

"Say hi to Warren.  And his beautifully furry chest…

Have a great weekend!" - Marlen Boro

The 50 Greatest Gay TV Characters

From:  The Backlot
46. 
Marco Del Rossi
Degrassi: The Next Generation

Actor: Adamo Ruggiero
2002-2008
Previous Rank: 39

Marco, all these pretty girls, and not one you like?” Oh, Mr. Del Rossi, you just don’t get it. Your son, Marco, can’t be bothered with all those pretty girls because he is the resident GTIC (Gay Teen in Charge) of Degrassi Community School. Viewers first fell in love with Marco when he appeared in season 2 as the shy, uncomfortable boy who hid his sexuality by pretending to date Ellie. That had predictably catastrophic results, but he became seared onto our hearts forever as we watched him come out to his parents, fall for a hot nuisance of a hockey player in Dylan, and grow into a confidant, out student body president crusading against idiotic blood donation laws, all while we forgave each of the severely questionable hairstyles in between.

In many ways, Marco can be considered the precursor to these proud, out glee clubbers we see today because when he made his debut eleven years ago (Eleven! The passage of time!), he was a somewhat rare specimen: the gay teen who was not a victim. Sure, he suffered enough unfortunate drama to last a lifetime, it’s Degrassi after all, but he was also popular, outspoken, and eventually self-assured, existing in a high school that ultimately treated his gayness as a fact of life rather than a reason to be an outcast.  

Spencer Matthews “Mortified” Over Full Frontal Photo Leak

From: Queerty
Spencer Matthews,  the 25-year-old who stars in the British reality series Made in Chelsea, is said to be “absolutely mortified” after a nude photo of him appeared on the internet.
The photo surfaced on Twitter on October 29 and has been retweeted over 8,000 times. In it, Matthews is standing at the foot of a bed in what appears to be a hotel room, butt naked except for a gold watch.
A source close to Matthews told UK’s MailOnline
The picture was taken in a private situation without him knowing and Spencer is mortified that tens of thousands of people have now seen it.”
He’s absolutely gutted that this has got out,” the source continued, “and will probably be thinking twice before trusting people again.
Some Made in Chelsea fans are claiming this is just karma catching up to the reality star, who has admitted to cheating numerous times on multiple girlfriends, sometimes in their own beds.

40 Unforgettable Movie Posters

From:  The Backlot
With its screaming safety orange and portrait-style presentation of the various characters (each of whom had their own individual poster), Trainspotting announced its arrival as a new kind of movie for a new generation of sickos.

DEAR BUTT

Destiny from Milan, Italy writes…
5 December 2012
Dear BUTT,

Is it weird if I only like blowjobs and never do anal?

I am a bottom for sure because all I want to do is please the guy, but I really dislike putting anything up my butt. I have tried twice and it hurt so much. I felt like shitting on his cock — eww, sorry if you’re having lunch right now.

What if I meet a guy who’s totally hot — like Clark Gable hot — and he’s really into the ass thing? Should I give up my own principles and be his sex slave for one night in hopes that he will like me? I don’t want to be single forever.

Or maybe I should try to be a top? But I listen to jazz and Adele for god’s sake!

What should I do?
Destiny

P.S. Does my name sound like a hooker?

5 December 2012


Dear Destiny,

Remain calm… There are plenty of guys out there who aren't into being penetrated. If you want to be a cocksucker for the rest of your life that’s absolutely fine. And you’ll find plenty of guys happy to lie back and let you go to town (you can expect a Private Message with my availability).

However in your case, I detect that deep down inside you’re tempted to enter the mysteriously-addictive world of ass fucking. You've probably watched enough XTube to see that crazed look coming over a guy’s face when he’s getting it real good, and just maybe you wonder what you’re missing.

Sorry Destiny, your name does sound like a hooker and there’s no other way around it: getting fucked up the ass hurts. Yours truly is still sore from last night’s session.

Your job is to get so turned on you push through the pain because on the other side is pleasure — serious pleasure. Get your hands on a dildo, use plenty of lube and practice, practice, practice! Maybe try practicing with a friend before moving on to strangers.

If you still feel like shitting on another man’s cock when getting fucked, please do us all a favor and douche beforehand.

Your partner in pain/pleasure,
David

30 Days: Mr. November

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From:  Buzz Feed
11. 
And an always spectacular taste in shoes.

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32 Times Chris Evans Was Too Handsome For His Own Good

From:  Buzz Feed
 21. 
That time he played beer pong.


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Why The Hell Does Your Drink Cost So Much?

From:  Deadspin
I 'm not ambitious enough to be downright thrifty, but I try to avoid abject retail stupidity. I know better than to buy paper plates when the free magazines and underwear catalogs that clog my mailbox are perfectly capable of supporting even the hammin'est of sandwiches. I drink tap water, and I'm smart enough to turn a craving for one pound of almonds into three pounds of peanuts. I get by.

All I need to be a competent and enthusiastic shopper is basic information about what a thing costs. Gasoline is wonderful in this regard, with the price—down to the tenth of a penny—advertised on signs visible at a quarter-mile. We even get an involuntary peek at the prices along the supply chain, with newsreaders constantly telling us what a barrel of oil costs. Knowing a thing's price is good, and having some inkling of where that number came from is even better. I realize there's a ton of noise between oil well and gas pump, but it's still comforting to have so much information. It's almost enough to make me buy a car just to drive around looking for discount peanuts.

On the other hand, it's probably best that I don't drive, as I do most of my shopping in bars. This is fantastic but also frustrating, because booze-price transparency varies widely from drink to drink. Some of it is fairly intuitive; most patrons have an idea what they're paying for when they order a bottle of Bud—but it gets much trickier from there. Last week I paid $13 for a drink with brand-name rye and bitters, a couple other things that were probably also bitters, and something called Byrrh. It was a good drink, but was it a good deal? That probably depends on the price of Byrrh, as well as on what the hell Byrrh is.

In my never-ending quest to make us all the best boozebags we can be, I recently badgered several Boston-area bar managers into explaining where drink prices come from. (Boston is a relatively expensive city, but the underlying percentages and equations that inform the final price to the customer are similar around the country.) I also combed through some invoices. I learned a few things, and now you can learn them, too.

The first thing that jumped out at me is that bars don't get as much of a volume discount as you might expect. The percentage varies from market to market based on how distribution licenses are doled out—i.e., is it a closed-up mob scenario or is there actual competition?—and even within the same market, the biggest places are going to get the best prices. And that's about the last caveat I care to issue before we get down to the math. These numbers are drawn from a medium-sized neighborhood bar in Boston.

Bottled Beer

A case of Budweiser costs the bar $20.55, or 85 cents per bottle. (At the closest liquor store, it's $24.99.) The bar sells those bottles for $3.75 apiece, which makes their cost 23 percent of the customer's price. The standard industry goal is to keep liquor cost at around 20 percent, which makes a Bud bottle a relatively good deal for the drinker. This is fine by the bar, because a bottle of beer is the easiest thing to serve. It comes in its own container and requires no mixers or garnishes, and it takes the bartender five seconds to complete the transaction. You can also only mark up a bottle of beer so much, because we can all do the math in our heads. We know what a bottle of Bud costs retail, and we correctly assume that it's at least somewhat cheaper wholesale. So the bar settles for a modest 341 percent markup (yup, this is low).

Draft Beer

Draft beer creates an extra layer of fog, because the liquor store doesn't sell pints. The bar pays $93 for a 15.5-gallon keg of Bud (plus a refundable deposit, which I'm stripping out of all keg prices). That keg theoretically holds 124 16-ounce servings, although some could be lost to foam run-off when the keg is first tapped and what not. Way too many dastardly bars try to recoup this loss, and then some, by screwing you with 15- or even 14-ounce "pints." That's pure bullshit and you should avoid those bars, especially after you light them on fire. Foam takes up about four times more of a glass's volume than straight beer anyway, so a properly poured one-finger Bud head reduces your 16 ounces down to 15ish, which means a tightly run ship can squeeze damn near the full 124 servings out of a keg without ripping anyone off.

At 124 pints per $93 keg, the bar is paying $.75 for the pint it sells for the same $3.75 it gets for a Bud bottle (it's common practice for a 16-ounce draft beer to cost the same as a 12-ounce bottle; bottles are for suckers­—and for people drinking in dirty bars where the tap lines and pint glasses can't be trusted). So the markup on a Bud draft is 400 percent, giving the bar the magic 20 percent liquor cost. Draft beer takes a little bit more work from the bartender and it requires glasses, which are breakable and need to be washed. And, in theory anyway, you sell less Bud to a pint drinker than to a bottle man, as the former gets his hypothetical fill of 48 ounces in three transactions to the latter's four. From the bar's point of view, these minor draft hassles on their end combine with the added novelty value to the customer to justify the slightly higher vig.

Fancy Beer

What if you're too damn something-or-other to drink crappy beer? The bar gets 15.5-gallon kegs of several different craft beers for $150 (plus deposit)—Lagunitas IPA, Brooklyn Lager, and Mayflower Porter were all on the invoice I saw. That's $1.21 for a pint they sell for $5.75, which makes the markup 375 percent and the product cost 21 percent.

Wine

If you don't drink beer, well, then I don't know what to tell you, as far as your humanity goes. But I can tell you a couple things as far as your budgeting goes. Low-end house wine is simple. The bar tries to get one glass to pay for the bottle, for a relatively low 300 percent markup (25 percent product cost). They make up for that with more expensive bottles, where pricing policies get a bit wonky, but where the high raw numbers make the percentage less important: If you charge a measly 50 percent markup on a bottle of wine that cost your bar $100, you just made $50 for twisting a corkscrew.

Liquor

Pricing for basic liquor drinks is a bit more complicated, but we can still break down the basics. The bar pays $27.50 for a one-liter (33.8-ounce) bottle of Stolichnaya vodka. If we assume a standard 1.5-ounce shot, that means you get 22.5 Stoli-and-whatevers per bottle, for a price of $1.22 per serving. The bar charges $6.75 per dose, so when dealing with Russians or other masochists, the liquor cost is a mere 18 percent.

But most people don't drink shots of vodka. All the other crap that goes into a standard mixed drink—soda, ice, straws, lime wedges—is cheap for the bar but free to the consumer. Five gallons of Coca-Cola syrup costs about $80. The syrup is reconstituted into soda at a ratio of 5 parts water to 1 part goo; if you start with a 10-ounce glass, that leaves 4 ounces of soda after the liquor and ice are added, which is about 8 cents of Coke per mixed drink. If you figure another nickel for other accouterments, you're up to $1.35 worth of ingredients for a $6.75 Stoli and Coke, for a 400 percent markup (20 percent product cost).

The worst deal for the consumer is bottom-shelf liquor. The bar can get a liter of generic vodka for $7; now they're down to 31 cents worth of booze per drink as opposed to the $1.22 they shell out for Stoli. Throw in the 13 cents worth of soda and nonsense and it's 44 cents for a drink they sell for $5.75. That's a markup of 1,206 percent, with the cost to the bar only 7.6 percent of the customer's price. The bar actually makes a slightly lower net profit per drink that way (they pay 91 cents less for ingredients that they sell for a dollar less), but it's still a great deal for the house because the opportunity cost is so much lower on a bottle of cheap vodka—they have less money tied up in unsold inventory and lower exposure to loss, theft, and breakage.

And that's just the math of it; quality counts, too. Although a TON of marketing and hype and bullshit goes into the mid- to high-end liquor game, the true bottom-of-the-barrel stuff really is markedly inferior. If you've got a glass of Barton's or some similar garbage instead of Stoli, you haven't really saved one dollar; you've pissed away 5.75 of them.

Which brings us back to my $13 cocktail of Rittenhouse, bitters, bitters (?), bitters (?), and Byrrh (which turns out to be a French wine-based aperitif). This is where drink pricing gets harder to calculate, because the ingredients are so plentiful and esoteric and also because a reasonable customer understands he is paying for expertise and innovation. You can open your own bottle of Bud—but are you willing or able to develop this drink recipe, source or make the bitters, and stock the six different shapes of ice these joints rely on to put together a full menu of things they can sell for $13 a pop?

Paying double figures for a cocktail is like paying $34 for an entree: It ain't for everyone, but that doesn't mean it's a rip-off. If you're willing to forget the retail price of a pound of chicken and just enjoy the excellence of some weird-ass poulet Γ©nigmatique with 5 ounces of bird surrounded by three kinds of mushroom, purple carrots, and a grain you've never heard of but which you strongly suspect is grits, then there's no reason not to finish the meal off with a Byrrh-based cocktail.

Bars don't make nearly as much money as these drink price breakdowns may imply, because we haven't accounted for tons of other costs of doing business, such as lease conditions, payroll, equipment maintenance, employee theft, and general operating expenses. Plus the bar owner is often plagued by less savory sorts of overhead—cocaine, gambling, and back child support, say. These are significant factors, but none of them is the customer's concern. You can't go raising beer prices every time you suffer a particularly brutal garbage-time field goal; in that situation it's your responsibility as owner of a public accommodation to do what everyone else does and trade your JetSki to the bookie at 20 cents on the dollar. Leave my bar tab out of this, pal.

That said, the customer ultimately pays for fraud, waste, and inefficiency in every other business, too. I know that part of my peanut costs come from Planters forklift-drivers reading the Jamboroo on the clock. No business operates at peak efficiency, and the buck always gets passed. No one should come away from this thinking that bars are ripping them off any more than any other business is; the point here is just to help you make as informed a purchase as possible. No go forth and get thriftily shitfaced.

25 Hottest College Football Players

From:  Seventeen
Johnny Manziel
Texas A&M
Position: Quarterback
Class: Sophomore
Hometown: Kerrville, TX

Johnny was the first freshman (in the BCS era) to ever win the Heisman Trophy—his nickname is even "Johnny Football!"

Who Actually Owns Your Favorite Beer

From:  Gizmodo
 Thirsty? Nothing like an ice cold Leinenkugel or a Goose Island. Infinitely better than that watered-down Natty Light or, worse, Keystone.... right? You might cherish your small-batch brewery buzz, but the truth of the matter is that you probably have no idea just how big the people backing your beer actually are. Here's a breakdown of some of the biggest brews actual origins.

It's not all cut and dry though. You'll notice that AB InBev owns a startling majority of some of the market's most popular brands. Molson Coors and SAB Miller, the second and third runners up, would never be able to keep up on their own, so they joined together in one hoppy, unholy union to create Miller-Coors. And so on.

You'll probably be surprised—perhaps even dismayed—by what you see. But hopefully, that will just make those actual local brewery beers all the more special.







The 25 Greatest Gay Documentaries

From:  The Backlot
 15. 
After Stonewall


Summary
The follow-up to the film, Before Stonewall, this Melissa Etheridge-narrated documentary chronicles the gay rights movement from the Stonewall Rebellion to the present, touching on subjects including Anita Bryant, Harvey Milk, “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell,” and the AIDS crisis.


25 Great Gay Sex Scenes from Modern Movies

From:  The Backlot
9. 
Weekend 
2011
Weekend tells the story of a one-night stand that overstays its welcome in the best possible way. The sex scenes are naturalistic, raw, and charged with emotion – which no doubt contributes to the film’s popularity.



Hotness: 10
Romance: 10
WTFactor: 0

BRIEFS GUY

FURRY FRIDAY! 
From:  The Backlot
 Justin Chatwin

Justin Chatwin (born October 31, 1982) is a Canadian film and television actor.

Chatwin was born in Nanaimo, British Columbia, to an artist mother and an engineer father. He was raised Catholic.
His film roles include War of the Worlds, The Invisible, The Chumscrubber, SuperBabies: Baby Geniuses 2, Taking Lives, Dragonball: Evolution, and the Canadian film Funkytown.
Chatwin has also been in several television shows, including the miniseries Taken (two episodes in 2002) and Lost (one episode in 2006). He played the son of Kevin Nealon's character in the Showtime comedy series Weeds, appearing only in the pilot and series finale.
In Summer 2010, Chatwin was cast as a series regular on the Showtime dramedy Shameless, portraying Steve/Jimmy Lishman. The second season premiered on January 8, 2012. The third season premiered on January 13, 2013.

 


25 Excitement GIFs to Express Your Joy

From:  Mashable
5. 
When someone brings in cupcakes.

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The 25 Best Beach Bodies

From:  OUT

JAMES MARSDEN
Actor, 39

Chiseled body, chiseled cheekbones... We must catch up with James Marsden asap.

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