homo superior blogs

I enjoy conceptual blogs (I’ve got one myself) and this one is a fine example. [But, beware the annoying adult pop-up ad.]

Clothed/Unclothed presents side by side photos of the same guy in clothes and out of clothes. A lot of them are self-pix. Many are funny. Most are hot. His photostream does the same, without the pop-up.

It looks like most of these photos were commissioned; I can’t imagine the show-offs of the world coming up with this idea all by themselves and all at once.

Here’s a few of my favs; click the pix to visit the flickr photostream:

At last, someone who gets it: Arianna Huffington stated that The Gray Lady will cease print publication on Friday, becoming Internet-only almost immediately.

Read more about this sea-change event here: The Huffington Post acquires the New York Times

Bad Ass Frank gets an offer from a foot fetishist and mulls it over:

Because it’s not unusual for gay dudes, or footishists to email me, I didn’t really think twice about it. Truth is, I figured it was bullshit and just some horny homo toe-sucker wanting to see if I’d reply. Every day I get emails from both men and women offering me money for one thing or another. I typically just delete them and go on with my day. Unless you’re a hot, wealthy chick who wants to subsidize my life while I finish my book, I probably don’t care (If you are, please let me know cuz I am definitely marriage material). For whatever reason, I decided to reply to this particular email with, “Make me an offer”. Minutes later I get a reply that says, “How about $150 for a pair of your shoes??? or more??”. I don’t bother to reply.

See, I’m an self-promoting attention whore. At points in my life I’ve also been a man-whore. I’ve even been a whore-monger. What I’ve never been is a foot whore, nor shall I ever be one. Remember, I don’t even like feet, my own included. Moments later I got a second email from the guy that read, “I can pay up to $250 for a pair of your shoes if you want.”

Sold. I’m a foot whore.

Not a gay blog, but written by a porn star and quite funny.

Read more here.

A blog plug like this really has no place in an adult perverted blog like mine; but, oh well, that’s what happens when you put your crap, literally, on the Internet for just anyone to steal.

Normally, I run screaming from blogs that other people find funny, since I usually find them proof of the coming apocalypse, but Tiny Art Director, a blog about a illustrator who illustrates on spec for his 4-year old daughter, kept making me laugh, and kept making me laugh.

Like all brilliant kids, she’s a bit twisted.

Why is a blog like this so much better than useless, time-wasting crap like i can haz cheezburger? Because it’s so obviously made by humans, rather than by rote, on a populist comedic assembly line (a phenomenon which is about a billion times more obnoxious on the Internet than it is anywhere else. Note to would-be comedians: Consensus, in general, is not funny. It’s boring.) and it’s a unique window into a specific human relationship.

A great, minimalist idea, well-executed, unlike, well, this illustration. Tiny Art Director liked it though.

Tiny Art Director: Poo-Poo Airplane – by repeated request

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Actually, actor David Kross was probably 17 or 18 when he did his nude scenes with Kate Winslet, but nevertheless, there it is, the character’s 15-year old dick, implausibly limp and in soft focus, yes, but also as concrete evidence as to why an older woman might appreciate it whatever its age. Once you see a couple of ‘em, you realize there really isn’t much difference between a 15-year old dick and a 20-year old one, or a 35-year old one for that matter. A difference in coiffure, perhaps.

Read more on my new film blog, hsb’s film response.

Best blog? Best writing. Best gay blog. Best political blog. Best personal blog. My fav.

Vote for Andrew Sullivan’s The Daily Dish here.

In the feed, on feedly:

But no longer on the site.

Design you can’t trust to always do the right thing.

This is quite possibly the stupidest and most embarrassingly retarded post I’ve ever read on the NRO; and that’s saying something:

Cinderella vs. the Barracuda by Jonah Goldberg on National Review Online

My gods, the man is still on about Sarah Fucking Palin! Better, and funnier, writing about SFP can be found here, utterly without the fake appeals to faux feminism.

Now, I know the comparison between Palin and Caroline Kennedy is not perfect.

Calling perfect anything about this writing assignment would make anyone choke.

Hey Goldberg! Look what I did! I didn’t split the object off from my verb with a big-ass clause. I therefore avoided ambiguity and bizarre sentence structures, completely unlike what you’ve done, oh, about a billion times over the course of your “writing” career.

Give the Senate seat to Caroline, fer frak’s sake; and let SFP go back to presiding over the slaughter of turkeys.

File this post also under: These people have jobs? or They pay him for that?