Straight Guy Secret Man Crushes; Obama’s Gay Jokes; Prostate Pleasure

Straight Guy Secret Man Crushes

Here’s another one about straight guys apparently having secret man crushes on other guys. It seems to be trending in gay presses.

We’ve heard that straight men are a lot more bisexual than you might think, and science has even tried to explain why so many straight dudes fantasize about having gay sex, but when it comes to hetero daydreams about a same-sex encounter, who tends to pop up naked?

We asked Whisper to do a little digging. Here’s what they found:

You can see the photos here. It’s funny. And, maybe there is some accuracy to it as well. 

Obama’s Gay Jokes

This is actually funny, too. It looks as if President Obama is opening up a little more now that he has the freedom to do this. And he’s doing it with a little snark.

He delivered a laser-sharp barb at the expense of Michele Bachmann and her recent prediction that rapture was upon us. “Michele Bachmann actually predicted that I would bring about the biblical end of days. Now, that’s a legacy. That’s big. I mean, Lincoln, Washington, they didn’t do that.”

Here’s the rest of the article. 

Prostate Pleasure

This one is about as simple as it gets. “The Ins and Outs of Prostate Pleasure.” I really wish there were more exciting stories in gay news, but lately they seem to be scrambling for material. Michele Bachmann better say something soon or we’ll be reading about nut sacks next.

2. It makes your orgasm
Or at least, a significant part of it. In a small 2011 study, almost 40 percent of men who had their prostate removed reported being unable to orgasm. A larger 2014 study found only five percent were unable to orgasm after prostate removal, but 60 percent of men reported less intense orgasms. So while the science is unclear, the evidence suggests prostates are necessary for orgasms to be their best. Which leads us to …

There is more here, with a video. Actually, all sarcasm aside, it really is important for all men to know more about this. Any little bit helps, no pun intended. 

Duck Dynasty Saga; Vampire Diaries’ Gay Role; Gay 4 Pay Pornsters

Duck Dynasty Saga

I know this isn’t fresh news, but I thought I’d post about it anyway. Tony and I have been dealing with family things all week and I haven’t had much time to blog. In any event, creepy looking Duck Dynasty dude, Phil Robertson, is back on the show and this article analyzes a few possible reasons why he’s back after making some of the most hateful comments about LGBT people in recent history.

But what probably helped turn the tide in the Robertsons’ favor was that the debate wasn’t as clear-cut as the network and many in the media initially assumed. Robertson and his supporters argued that his anti-gay statements were an extension of his passion for the Bible. Once that frame gained a foothold — that this fight is about religion, and the freedom to endorse biblical teachings — A&E was stuck in the awkward position of appearing to advocate against both its own star and orthodox Christianity (ironic, considering A&E Networks garnered such goodwill from Christians for taking a chance on its The Bible mini-series on History this year).

Blah, Blah, Blah…

If you ask me it’s all a publicity stunt created to increase ratings in a dying medium: reality TV. We all know by now there is no such thing as reality TV. The good thing is that it’s all on record and it will be interesting to see how they ALL go down in history.

Read more here…  

Vampire Diaries’ Gay Role

In a more positive announcement, this next article says TV show Vampire Diaries will be getting a gay character.

A new hottie is enrolling at Whitmore after winter break! And he’ll be spending time with Caroline! Except he’s so not into her in that way as Luke, handsome and sarcastic, is gay. And also happens to have a sister on campus, one that he will do (or sacrifice) anything to protect.

You can read more here, and see the comments people left.

Gay 4 Pay Pornsters

I don’t think there’s a gay man alive who hasn’t wondered about this. Are male porn stars in gay adult films actually gay or are they really straight guys looking to show off a little and make a quick buck?

Before working at Next Door Studios I had heard of the term gay-for-pay, but I wasn’t really sure what all that label entailed. I, like many gay men, always had a fetish for straight men. The difference was my relationships with straight men didn’t involve money or the spotlight, but usually involved alcohol and some pretend sleeping. Most of these guys are married and have kids now and I was a part of their “experimental phase. ” A phase that they have moved on from and probably have not continued into their adult life.

I think the comment above is one many gay men can relate to. I can. And I never really “got” it either. But the article is interesting and you can read more here.

Reminds me a little of a new book I’m in with German publisher Bruno Gmunder, with a short story titled, Straight No More. You can read more about that here. It’s the kind of gay for you anthology that will leave a lot of people wondering how much is fact or fiction.

Straight No More: Free Excerpt

I recently submitted a short story to German publisher, Bruno Gmunder, for an anthology that was titled Straight No More. I’ll post more about that in the future, and I’m posting a raw excerpt below, but I thought the title was interesting from a gay for you perspective.

I couldn’t help wondering whether or not straight no more is anything like gay for you…or if they are both the same thing. I tend to think they are related in many ways, and I enjoyed writing this story because I don’t usually do things like this.

In any event, my story is about a young gay man who meets a recently divorced man who married his high school sweetheart and had two kids at a very young age. This divorced guy never really examined his sexuality, and whenever he felt gay urges he pushed them to the back of his mind and ignored them for years. But the marriage suffered and the wife wound up frustrated. She initiated the divorce, and not because either one of them cheated. She just felt trapped in a loveless marriage. Even when she asked him for a divorce he tried to reconcile with her because he was so afraid of his true feelings. And when he meets this young gay guy after the divorce, he finally feels comfortable enough to let go of all his fears and be the person he’s been running away from all his life. And he’s not straight anymore.

Excerpt (before edits):


While Landon was in his bedroom getting ready for his date with a new guy he’d recently met, his best friend who lived across the hall walked into his apartment without knocking and asked, “Hey, buddy, can I borrow a bottle of vodka. We’re having Sidney’s mom and dad over for dinner tonight and I just realized we have no vodka.”

            Landon glanced into a full length mirror and adjusted the new pair of low-rise skinny jeans he’d purchased for this date. They hugged his slim hips and made his butt round exactly the way he’d been hoping they would. He smiled at his own image and said, “Sure. Take what you need. But why on earth didn’t you buy vodka if you knew your in-laws were coming to dinner.” Although Landon’s best friend, Carl, was happily married, Landon knew these dinners with Sidney’s mom and dad tended to freak Carl out. And that’s because Sidney’s mom and dad tended to be judgmental and they still hadn’t accepted the fact that their son was gay and married to another man.

            From the kitchen, Carl said, “The vodka isn’t for them. They don’t drink anything but tea and fucking milk. The fucking vodka is for me. If I don’t slip some booze into mycup of tea I’ll lose my mind.”

            Landon smiled and checked his skin tight black V-neck sweater. It hugged his torso and made all those long arduous workouts doing bench presses worthwhile. Then he checked his short dark brown hair and adjusted the little turned up wave above his forehead that was always so tricky to get just right. Before he turned to leave the bedroom, he glanced into the mirror one last time and removed the black leather choker he’d placed around his neck. He’d always been a huge fan of the campy old saying, “A lady should remove one thing before she leaves the house.” In this case, he chose to remove the black choker. He thought it made him look too cheap. As it was his clothes were tighter than usual that night, and he hadn’t bothered to wear any underwear.

            When he walked into the large open concept living area of his apartment, he found Carl sitting at a bar stool near the kitchen area sipping vodka right from the bottle. He sent him a glance and asked, “Aren’t they going to miss you over there?” He wanted Carl to leave before his date arrived. He had his reasons. This wasn’t a typical date for Landon.

            Carl laughed and said, “They won’t even know I’m gone, trust me. Sidney’s parents only focus on Sidney when they come over, and they pretend I’m nothing more than a roommate from college. I’ve been sucking their son’s dick for the last ten years and they treat me like I’m the hired help. Let me tell you, that can’t get to a person after a while.”

            Landon smiled and crossed to a closet near the front door to get a black leather jacket. It was mid-May in New York, but much cooler than normal and he wasn’t certain where he was going to end up that night. He didn’t respond to Carl because he didn’t want to encourage a deep discussion about Sidney’s mom and dad. He knew Carl would start talking…rambling…about them and never stop.

            Carl took another vituperative swig of vodka and put the top back on the bottle. He placed it in a white plastic bag to conceal it form his in-laws and crossed to the middle of the living room area, while Landon put on the jacket and looked into a small mirror next to the closet door. “Where are you going tonight?” Carl asked. He spoke with a tone that suggested intrigue. He seemed to be lingering longer than he should have.

            Landon smiled and said, “I have a date. Well, sort of a date. I’m sure yet.”

            “Oh,” Carl said. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone new. You never mentioned anyone new to me.” Carl and Sidney had been together for ten years and they’d reached that point of married life where things had settled down to a nice even routine. Even though Carl considered himself happily married, Landon knew he tended to enjoy Landon’s stories about single gay life as if he missed being single himself sometimes.

            “I only met him yesterday,” Landon said, crossing to the table near the front door to pick up his keys and his wallet. “I stopped into that garage on 31st Street because I heard a strange noise in my car and he checked it out for me.” Landon did the opposite of many people he knew: instead of living in New Jersey and commuting to Manhattan, he lived in Manhattan and commuted to his corporate sales job in northwest New Jersey. This is why he kept a car in Manhattan and paid a steep monthly fee to a garage around the corner. The black Jeep Wrangler he drove also came in handy during the summer on long weekend excursions to Provincetown.

            “A mechanic?” Carl said, leaning forward with his lips parted. “You’re going out with a gay mechanic?”

            He said this as if he were saying a dirty word. Landon flung him a backward glance and said, “Yes. I’m going out with a mechanic. But I’m not certain he’s gay. I’m not even sure it’s a date.” He didn’t want to discuss this with Carl, so he tried to change the subject. “What are you serving for dinner tonight?”

            “Fuck dinner,” Carl said. He followed Landon to the kitchen where Landon opened a drawer to get a small pack of breath mints. “I want to know more about this so-called date with a mechanic you just met who isn’t even gay.”

            Landon popped a breath mint into his mouth and offered Carl one. When Carl refused it, he shoved the mints into his jacket pocket and said, “I didn’t say he wasn’t gay. I said I wasn’t certain he was gay. There’s a difference.” This didn’t even sound rational to him, but he didn’t know how else to explain it.

            “If he’s not gay then why did he ask you out on a date?” Carl asked. His face had twisted a little by then, and his head had tilted to the left.

            “He didn’t ask me,” Landon said. “I asked him out. Well, I didn’t really ask him out on a date exactly. I asked him if he wanted to check out that new movie with Bradley Cooper. And he said yes before I even knew what had happened.”


Gay For You: Matt Bomer Made Him Gay!!

I came across one of the most amusing posts I’ve seen in a long time, written by Chez Pazienza. You can read more about him here. He has some interesting credentials. The photo isn’t bad either. But most of all you’ll love his kind of sort of gay for you article about how Matt Bomer turned him gay. Here’s an excerpt:

I’ve always considered myself a straight guy, despite a past littered with deviant sexual exploits of all shapes, sizes and proclivities. But I’m not ashamed to say that you, Matt Bomer, have made me gay. You are sincerely the best looking man anyone’s loins have ever deposited on this planet. Gazing into your steely blue eyes and upon your flawlessly chiseled features, your just-right amount of maybe two o’clock shadow, your perfectly groomed hair that comes loose to hang free at all the proper moments, and of course your 50s-style John Varvatos and Paul Smith suits and exquisite placement of pocket squares — it’s simply all too much to take. It turns me into a puddle of sigh and makes my two-sizes-too-small heart go pitter-patter. It’s like touching the face of Jesus while having a rainbow made of baby smiles jammed up your ass and sucking off a unicorn.

It’s a good thing Chez doesn’t live near me. I know a guy who could be Matt Bomer’s double and no one would notice. Of course he doesn’t think so, and he’d kill me if he saw that I’d even mentioned this on the blog. But they are identical.

So while Matt Bomer remains happily married with his family, there’s still hope for you straight guys out there who find Bomer so irresistible.

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