HNT #24
Thursday, April 3rd, 2008Bigfoot. The Loch Ness Monster. A shooting star. My butt crack.
Things you rarely see.
Not because I’m a top.
Because I’m a painter. Not a plumber.
Bigfoot. The Loch Ness Monster. A shooting star. My butt crack.
Things you rarely see.
Not because I’m a top.
Because I’m a painter. Not a plumber.
This is my typical blogging attire. That’s right. I always wear socks when I’m blogging.
I never mention my lower limbs much. (Well, two of them, anyway). Other than being long they are pretty average. And they really aren’t all that long for somebody 6′-3″. Most of my height is in my torso. The attorney is [...]
Fuzzy-wuzzy, not much hair. Fuzzy-wuzzy not a bear.
Nor even a cub, for that matter.
Even if I was more fuzzy, I still wouldn’t have the bulk. What do you call a furry stick?
Anyway, other than my head, my chin, and my package, this is the most dense area of hair on my body.
None [...]
Eye-to-hand. Hand-to-eye.
Whichever you call it, mine its pretty good. Mostly.
I can hit or catch a ball without much trouble. I can put one through a hoop fairly easily, too. And I think it’s why I can paint trim without tape.
I even once killed a mouse by hurling a hardback book at it.
It [...]
Last HNT, Steven at Human Nature and I posted similar images with similar themes without each other knowing it. He told me that this week he was going to post a crotch shot and sort of challenged me to do the same. I wasn’t going to at first, because I know some of you [...]
You know that old phrase:
“He’s so skinny that if he turned sideways, he’d disappear”
Lucky for me that I have something that stands out enough in profile that you still know I’m there.
The FBI has started putting images of missing gay men on milk cartons. To make them easier to find, they are using pictures of the backs of their heads.
That’s an old joke I remember from around about high school. It still makes me chuckle.
I guess if I turned up missing (that’s an oxymoron, [...]