Thanks to everyone who has emailed me or commented on the free iPod program! I've had one referral and I am extremely greatful to whomever it was that used my link to sign up!

For the dubious among you, I am including 4 links below from bloggers who have actually received their free iPods! I'm going to post the link on the left for the iPod program. You have to click on my link for me to get credited properly.

Those of you who sign up through me, I'll be happy to post your referral links as well as soon as I reach my 5 referral quota.

Thanks!!!!
lockergnome
Matt from 3GDU
aardvarkind
Chris

Yes I've done it. I've become one of the lemmings. Now I have to tell you that I am extremely skeptical and dubious, and yes I did research before I took the plunge, but I have signed up for a free iPod.

Bottom line is, the marketing company is paid for you trying their clients' services for a period of time. Do that, and get 5 referral signups, and they ship you the iPod.

Wired.com has this article talking about it.

So if any of you want to give it a shot, please feel free to use my link or click on the image and be one of my referrals! Sometimes you just have to take a risk.

Wanna Dance?

Wanna Dance?

....Dancing as fast as I can

It's been a maddening week and I was spending a lot of time trying to catch up on all those areas that I have let go. Still not quite caught up, but I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I had a fantastic Thanksgiving and will catch you all up tomorrow. But I thought I would bring you a picture of one of the many things I am thankful for - Summer Men like Kenny Chesney...

Stop the Madness...

No not the Republican Administration. On my lovely commute ( otherwise known as "that which sucks the life right out of me"), I was flipping channels on the radio trying to find some sort of music when I stopped on something hauntingly familiar. Yes, several radio stations in the Philadelphia area have decided to start playing Christmas music all ready. All day. All night. In stereo. I have it on very good authority that this began right after Halloween.

This made me think about how I would be spending the holidays alone. Well family will be involved, but there will be none of the "couple" festivities. Since I have spent many years handling all of this, I thought I would share some advice, over several posts. Hence I bring you.... The Single Gay Man's Guide to Surviving the Holidays. Part the First - Shopping for Family.

Now it is quite well known that we Guppies have what is known as "disposable income". For the single gay man, there is even more since we don't have to buy gifts for a siginificant other. How do we spend all of that extra cash. It's simple. Two words. "Sibling revenge". Do you have brothers or sisters? Did they, while growing up, find the greatest joy in life was to make your life miserable? Do they now think the greatest joy in life is to make you an Uncle (I think they refer to it as - procreating)?

Well here is the best advice of all that I can give you for this entire holiday season. Spend lots of money on your nieces and nephews. Lots. Buy things you know they will enjoy. Like a nice new drumset. Or an electric guitar. Or lots of those nice new versions of toys that stelch all creativity and original thought by making sounds on their own, like fire trucks and race cars. Getting the idea? The louder or noisier the toy/gift, the greater the reward and satisfaction for you! Your siblings will just adore you for this, he said with a smirk and evil grin. Last year, I bought them all Karaoke machines. Now there's a gift that keeps on giving!

Oh and don't forget that not only do you want to spur the Sibling Spawn's musical growth, but you should encourage them to explore art as well. Non-washable markers, finger paints, bead kits, tye dye, and that perennial favorite Play Doh (that sticks in carpets and dries to become a permanent addition to the pattern) make awesome gifts that will expand their creative brains.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my brothers and sisters. And the looks on their faces when they remember back to when I said at age 11, "Someday I'll get you back, just you wait".

Ah, the holidays. They really can be a time of joy for the single man!

Part two coming soon...

...It's just a moment in the woods.

I sat down to write about music today. But I decided to put that off because there is something I can't get out of my head. I have what one would call, very eclectic tastes. I can't say I particularly care for one genre of music or another. I like what I like. Same way with cars, clothes, movies... and men. I don't have a type. Well, actually according to Jen I do. Breathing. She's right, I do prefer them warm. I'll even settle for hot when I can get it. I once went on a date with a hot undertaker. Okay ponder that for a minute!

Two recent men came into my life who I would not have said - yeah, he's my type. We all know the story of the drag queen. Okay, look, once they have their makeup off they can be butch. No, really. Shut up. Stop laughing. Don't make me pull this blog over.

The other was the supermarket guy. Hey I am really into anyone who thinks I look good when I'm non-showered, non-combed, non-primped, and non-cologned. No we have not done the deed. We have had coffee, we have talked, we took a walk. All-in-all nice guy, and for the record, I am still masturbating.

The point of this is, that I didn't seek them out. I didn't go to the club thinking, "I'm gonna bag me some drag queen meat tonight". I did go to the supermarket for meat, but not of the 6' 2" kind. Today I am primped, cologned, and looking pretty damn good (for me anyway). I was in the cashier line at the mall, paying for my salad. The guy in front of me, who I had not noticed (so naive I am) dropped his wallet and bent over to pick it up. That made me notice.

He stood up, greek god that he was - body like a quarterback, and I realized then and there that I was no longer hungry for salad. I wanted meat. Greek meat. I followed him to get a better look (no ring on the finger, no one with him). He sat at a table in the food court. I sat discretely right next to him, facing him, full view of his crotch of him as he ate. His eyes caught mine and in that moment I realized that we were destined to be together always. His eyes looked deeply into mine and realized in that moment, that I was a stalker. At least, that look of curiosity, followed by understanding, followed by annoyance, spoke volumes.

Sigh. Not all moments are meant to be. And I can't get this song out of my head...

Was that me? Yes it was. Was that him? No it wasn't..
Just a trick of the woods!
Just a moment,
One peculiar passing moment.
Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always 'or'?
Is it never 'and'?
That's what woods are for:
For those moments in the woods...

...come to bed

I absolutely love movies. There is nothing I enjoy more than getting lost in the dark in another world for two hours. So what better way to kick off my "Sex on a Stick" posts, than to post a pic of my latest movie crush, Steve Sandvoss from Latter Days.

Random Sex and Violence and Ramblings

To start off, let me just say that - I have a hit show!!! It was very well received and everyone raved. Wow. I'm a happy boy.

Now not all of the weekend was spent in theatrical reveling. I actually did get to go out and relax as well. Nothing overly remarkable, just a normal late night with the boys.

Sunday, I was at the supermarket, feeling a touch hungover and tired from the past two weeks' strain. Now I never ever pay any attention to the people around me in the store. I usually want to just get in, get stuff, and get out. I was cruising the meat, meat case that is, totally engrossed in reading labels. I reached for some pre-cut chicken to use for soup/stew, and just as I did, the person next to me grabbed my package. Of chicken.

That really threw me. I have never had anyone invade my space at the market let alone grab my meat. Ummm, poultry. As I turned to give this guy a few choice pieces of my quickly deteriorating brain, I was staring straight into the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. Okay, this week anyway. The gorgeous eyes lived above a gorgeous sheepish smile. As he started to apologize, I realized I no longer had the capacity to speak. But as the words refused to stream confidently out of my mouth, words from everywhere screamed through my brain. Why oh why didn't I....shower, shave, match my outfit, come here in the first place?

It only took a few seconds but the brain shut off the voices. Except for his. Those deep resonant syllables quickly made me melt. I said-okay grunted-something in response, and started to run away before I could in any further way completely humiliate myself. I turned, and ran straight into his cart. Oh dear lord could I be any more of a sitcom character?

He apologized again. I said something in some language, Klingon I think, pushed the cart out of my way, and took off for safer parts of the store. Okay by now, you can probably guess what happened. Yes, I came around a corner, and ran smack into him. Literally. He apologized. Again. I said something in return, Swahili I believe. I was about to run again (wishing teleportation was an option) when he gently grabbed my arm and insisted that I let him buy me a coffee to calm down. I think he said, "repay me for the damage", but by that point, I needed to calm down. But I managed to find a more suitable language that he seemed to comprehend, thanked him, declined the offer, and was about to drop my purchases and run for the door. And at that moment every sound in the world was silenced. Except for his voice. His lips actually formed the words, and his breath propelled them out of his mouth, "I think you're cute".

Sweet Ally McBeal.

Later, after a shower and an hour primping, I called him. I got his voicemail. I simply said bravely into my phone, "How did you know?" That evening he text-messaged me. "Your shirt. Call me."

And there, on the back of my bathroom door, hung my "Boys will do Boys" t-shirt.

The night before the curtain goes up...

Well finally a night to relax. Not really, because I have actually been working on a number of things that have to get done before tomorrow night. The show is ready. I have an awesome cast performing a fantastic script. And now it all comes together, in front of an audience.

Acting is cathartic. Becoming someone else and sharing that with the people in the seats is the magic. It's an awesome feeling being the wizard that controls the magic. Being a director however is like being a parent, and opening night is graduation. I am extremely proud of my entire cast.

The downside of all of this, is that I am drained. I have spent a lot of time and energy on this project and I am exhausted.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

The day has come. Please vote. Your voice does matter.

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