Straight Guy,
In your July 13 post about ultra-macho film The Expendables you worried that --given that it was opening the same weekend as Eat.Pray.Love.--if the chick flick beat out the testosterone-fueled destructo boy movie, you feel a nip to your testicles.
Fear not. The Expendables led the Top 10 chart, but not by a huge margin. You still deserve to be a man, at least for this week.
--Gay Guy
Gay Guy is a Winner. And He Has Somewhere to Go!
Straight Guy,
Fellow blogger and regular GG/SG commenter Kathryn features a great interview with author Lucille O'Neal on her site, The Internal Makeover. Check in to listen to Kathryn's interview.
Lucille O'Neal is Shaquille's mom and the author of Walk Like You Have Somewhere to Go. The title is already giving me better advice about life than "Eat, Pray, Love," though I only practiced the "Eat" part.
Kathryn had a book give-away of some copies of Walk Like You Have Somewhere to Go, and Gay Guy's name got drawn at random. I am a winner!
--Gay Guy
Fellow blogger and regular GG/SG commenter Kathryn features a great interview with author Lucille O'Neal on her site, The Internal Makeover. Check in to listen to Kathryn's interview.
Lucille O'Neal is Shaquille's mom and the author of Walk Like You Have Somewhere to Go. The title is already giving me better advice about life than "Eat, Pray, Love," though I only practiced the "Eat" part.
Kathryn had a book give-away of some copies of Walk Like You Have Somewhere to Go, and Gay Guy's name got drawn at random. I am a winner!
--Gay Guy
Gee Whiz: The Number One Waterfall in California!
Gay Guy,
Is it true that the sound of running water can magnify the pressure of a full bladder?
I have no idea. But when you unzip in front of a four foot wide waterfall, you may not have a choice.
This photo is from the men's room at the Madonna Inn, just off the 101 in San Luis Obispo, CA. It's ground zero for kitsch on the west coast, so I assume your team is familiar. The lobby is filled with pink roses and each guest room is themed. I was hoping the steak house would be a haven for straight guys, but alas, it's upholstered in hot pink.
According to wikipedia, "Its famed rock waterfall urinal is a fixture along California's Central Coast. Many tourists come to visit the urinal, to the embarrassment of males who genuinely need to use the facilities."
Tell you what. If we ever get a project in Lompoc or Cambria, we'll check it out together.
--Straight Guy
Photo courtesy of getdown on flickr. See previous entries in the Gee Whiz series.
Gay Guy Advice: Fashion Footwear + Flames = Fear
Straight Guy,Check out these photos: Which pair of footwear makes sense for a picnic?
I was at a picnic last weekend. The group was all gays and lesbians. Folks were relaxed and just letting their hair down.
One guy in the group does drag. He came to the picnic in his "civvies," but when you're a drag queen, there's no such thing as leaving the house completely free of accessories.
For me, a picnic means Tevas or sneakers. For him, its kitten heels with rhinestone-studded straps. (Don't ask me how I know what a kitten heel is.)
I'm an open-minded guy, so what do I care. That is until he started tottering around the uneven tree-root riddled ground of the picnic site. It was comical until the got close to the hot grills. I shooed him away. It had bad ending written all over it.
-Gay Guy
(Our Own!) Viral Video: The Gay Guy | Straight Guy Search Story
Remember when we praised the Google Superbowl ad as "hopeful" and "real"? [link] Well, now we have our own.
Not sure about hopeful and real. File it under "Huh?" and "Wha?"
Hope you enjoy...
--Gay Guy and Straight Guy
P.S. Music wise, that's SG on the drums and GG on the ukulele.
P.P.S. No it's not.
Gay Guy Screws the Economic Recovery
Straight Guy,
I don't know how this happened, but I didn't spend any money today.
I used my bus pass. Was late for a meeting first thing at work, so drank office coffee (and appear to be none the worse for it). It was clean up day, so the office brought in pizza for lunch. No fear of afternoon munchies, because the office provided crack-like snacks. Made dinner from food in the freezer. Did laundry and read.
Not one dime.
Not gay, not straight. Just weird. Good weird, I guess.
Not being a good American, though. I know my country needs me to do better to help us out of these economic doldrums I know I can do better tomorrow.
--Gay Guy
I don't know how this happened, but I didn't spend any money today.
I used my bus pass. Was late for a meeting first thing at work, so drank office coffee (and appear to be none the worse for it). It was clean up day, so the office brought in pizza for lunch. No fear of afternoon munchies, because the office provided crack-like snacks. Made dinner from food in the freezer. Did laundry and read.
Not one dime.
Not gay, not straight. Just weird. Good weird, I guess.
Not being a good American, though. I know my country needs me to do better to help us out of these economic doldrums I know I can do better tomorrow.
--Gay Guy
Straight (?) Guy Hall of Shame: If It's Less Than Six Inches You Have to Throw It Back
Gay Guy,
I only have time for a quick news brief today... Important stuff, though.
This is a photo from a British bachelor party gone wrong. The gentlemen involved decided to celebrate the upcoming nuptials by chartering a fishing boat for the afternoon. Good idea.
While out on the high seas they decided that the trip would be more enjoyable in the nude. Bad idea.
The photo was captured by an RAF helicopter called to investigate the goings on. There's some blurry video on The Sun's site, but don't get your hopes up, GG.
I once had a fishing hook snared in my leg and had to push it through and cut off the barb before I could remove it. Ouch. As a kid, my brother was also once hooked in the top of his ear.
So, fishing in the nude (and the additional risks inherent therein) would NOT be on my list of recommended activities.
How these guys got so mixed up on the traditional use of nudity at a bachelor party, I'm not so sure. If you don't want strippers involved, that's a reasonable decision. My own bachelor party was a shameful farce. (Readers: GG claims to have have been the only voice of reason on the planning committee -- thanks for trying, GG.)
About the ONLY thing that could have made that day any worse would have been an afternoon of nudity with my guy friends and future brothers-in-law. Even an extremely high blood alcohol level wouldn't have changed my mind about that.
--Straight Guy
Prop. 8 Over-turned
Straight Guy,
Today is a good day.
A federal judge has ruled to overturn California's same-sex marriage ban. Read: Prop 8 is overturned.
The language: Proposition 8 "fails to advance any rational basis in singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license. Indeed, the evidence shows Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California Constitution the notion that opposite-sex couples are superior to same-sex couples."
Rock it, Your Honor!
Does this mean I need to follow through with sending my California friends that wedding present now?
Wait for the appeal.
--Gay Guy
Today is a good day.
A federal judge has ruled to overturn California's same-sex marriage ban. Read: Prop 8 is overturned.
The language: Proposition 8 "fails to advance any rational basis in singling out gay men and lesbians for denial of a marriage license. Indeed, the evidence shows Proposition 8 does nothing more than enshrine in the California Constitution the notion that opposite-sex couples are superior to same-sex couples."
Rock it, Your Honor!
Does this mean I need to follow through with sending my California friends that wedding present now?
Wait for the appeal.
--Gay Guy
Gay, Straight, or Something Else?: The Winestein
"This double-walled do-it-all lets you have it both ways. Elegant wine stem on the inside, manly beer stein on the outside, it's a glass for all reasons."
Still confused? Good. It's a metaphor for... something.
The Winestein!
--Straight Guy
Summertime, and the Livin' is Sleazy
Gay Guy,
Probably not on your radar, but over the weekend, Slate reposted it's tongue-in-cheek essay, "A Dandy's Guide to Girl-Watching." [link]
Author Troy Patterson claims, "Despite all the many philosophical inquiries into beauty since the Greeks and into sidewalk scenes since Baudelaire, there is an acute shortage of discourse on the subject of checking out hot chicks, a silence all the more appalling because they are famously difficult to ignore."
He references a decade old (and famously lewd) NY Observer piece on the joys of summer skin and spandex. That article claims that men "are blithering dopes who find themselves in constant hummana-hummana mode all summer long. The women claim they're dressing for comfort and they seem perfectly oblivious to the intense effect they produce in the men, who fall instantly and hopelessly in love with every woman who approaches, only to pass out of their lives forever."
Wow. Hyperbole much?
That's overstating it a bit. Not all women are oblivious to their effect, and not all men are hopeless. Well, most of us aren't. There are still a few cavemen on the prowl. In a previous post, I agreed that catcalling is harassment -- and that it originates only from the most immature and insecure men.
Beauty is out there, but what's to be gained by making the beautiful uncomfortable?
A dandy, of course, is overly concerned about appearances and appropriateness, so crossing the line between noticing and ogling is strictly prohibited. Patterson says "the most correct girl-watcher apprehends passing loveliness in a sunny flutter -- as a series of little thrills to the soul."
Besides, it doesn't have to be demeaning -- to either side. "To be a gazer, some say, is to place oneself superior to the gazed, which works fine as a tenet of film theory and feels notably more dubious as a premise of girl-watching analysis. ... It is the nature of beauty that the girl-watcher is helpless before the wonders of nature."
Go for it, dude. Any thoughts on "JUICY" short-shorts, while you're waxing poetic?
Yes, the relationship between the subject and object of desire can be complicated by the rules of society. Thank goodness. Otherwise, the whole world becomes an episode of Jersey Shore.
I'll say no more than this: I'm glad that my internal dialog stays internal. My guess is that most of our readers (men and women) feel the same way.
--Straight Guy
Probably not on your radar, but over the weekend, Slate reposted it's tongue-in-cheek essay, "A Dandy's Guide to Girl-Watching." [link]
Author Troy Patterson claims, "Despite all the many philosophical inquiries into beauty since the Greeks and into sidewalk scenes since Baudelaire, there is an acute shortage of discourse on the subject of checking out hot chicks, a silence all the more appalling because they are famously difficult to ignore."
He references a decade old (and famously lewd) NY Observer piece on the joys of summer skin and spandex. That article claims that men "are blithering dopes who find themselves in constant hummana-hummana mode all summer long. The women claim they're dressing for comfort and they seem perfectly oblivious to the intense effect they produce in the men, who fall instantly and hopelessly in love with every woman who approaches, only to pass out of their lives forever."
Wow. Hyperbole much?
That's overstating it a bit. Not all women are oblivious to their effect, and not all men are hopeless. Well, most of us aren't. There are still a few cavemen on the prowl. In a previous post, I agreed that catcalling is harassment -- and that it originates only from the most immature and insecure men.
Beauty is out there, but what's to be gained by making the beautiful uncomfortable?
A dandy, of course, is overly concerned about appearances and appropriateness, so crossing the line between noticing and ogling is strictly prohibited. Patterson says "the most correct girl-watcher apprehends passing loveliness in a sunny flutter -- as a series of little thrills to the soul."
Besides, it doesn't have to be demeaning -- to either side. "To be a gazer, some say, is to place oneself superior to the gazed, which works fine as a tenet of film theory and feels notably more dubious as a premise of girl-watching analysis. ... It is the nature of beauty that the girl-watcher is helpless before the wonders of nature."
Go for it, dude. Any thoughts on "JUICY" short-shorts, while you're waxing poetic?
Yes, the relationship between the subject and object of desire can be complicated by the rules of society. Thank goodness. Otherwise, the whole world becomes an episode of Jersey Shore.
I'll say no more than this: I'm glad that my internal dialog stays internal. My guess is that most of our readers (men and women) feel the same way.
--Straight Guy
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