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March 11, 2007

Manhunt

I did make it out to Woof on Friday after a post-work beauty nap. I'm happy to see it seems to start a bit later, as I'm normally unwilling to rush home from work and head out without a little decompression. It was ok, and at least four people raised their hands above their heads when I walked by and said, "I'm not fingering you!!!" So I guess a lot of people read Friday's entry...everyone behaved and nobodys fingers were broken.

Then we went out to Cobalt rather early, but that was OK as I'm just tuckered out by Friday. It was good to catch up with friends and listen to OMG DJ TM™ before the crowds showed up.

But before that Gurl and I had a little talk:

Gurl: "So how long has it been for you?"
Me: "I think it's been like since December, and over half a year since I've had some decent 'fur'."
Gurl: "OMG this is serious!"

the scary man with the white smiley face is going to get me...So I broke down and joined Manhunt under much peer pressure, albeit without the help of the sagacious advice from The Jedi Master of Manhunt. Instead I chose to study under The Emperor.

And what they say is true - everybody is on Manhunt, and they're quite honest about what they're looking for! Some observations:

- I'm amazed at how many people online are willing to give blowjobs without reciprocation. I think that's a wonderful renewable resource.

- Next to HIV, body hair trimming remains the second greatest threat to gay society. There can't possibly be that many smooth bodies in the world.

- Again, I don't want to see a picture of your dog or you next to the Borobudur Temple in Indonesia, or wherever. Show me fur, and the rest of the goods.

- Guys, if you have to blur out your face, don't mask it using the white airbrush in Photoshop and then draw a smiley face where your head was. It frightens me. I'm going to have nightmares about cut smooth guys with blurry white smiley faces instead of a human head, chasing me down the street.

- There are a lot of guys on Manhunt complaining about being on Manhunt. I think the old wisdom our parents used to say rings true: "Go outside and get some exercise!" Fresh air will do you some good.

On Saturday the rugby team did some volunteering at the Shamrock Fest over at RFK stadium. It's basically a big festival where straight people get together to drink beer...and they drank and drank and drank. I realized that it was the straight version of a circuit party, and our communities aren't that different. Just as many straight people puke and pass out as gay people do at their venues.

Martini Gurlatalova was there too, and had an interesting observation: "...the only thing that I can use to determine if someone is gay now (in the city) is that the man is underweight."

Too true...it seems polarized in the city where you either have to be REALLY big like at Woof, or underfed and scrawny. Where's the in-betweeners in this town?

Posted by jimbo at March 11, 2007 11:58 PM

Comments

Welcome to the fold. Pretty soon, you'll be right up there w/the rest of us bitching about the fakes, flakes, and no-shows. Ah, the joys of debauchery!

Posted by: moby at March 12, 2007 12:48 AM

I met the owner of manhunt at a party at IML. He wasn't at all the kind of guy I expected. I am unsure about giving him money tho'.

Posted by: Justin at March 12, 2007 4:43 AM

Hiding out in Shaw! :-P

Posted by: TOS at March 12, 2007 5:54 AM

Enjoy your "fresh meat" status while it lasts!

Posted by: John T at March 12, 2007 8:28 AM

Rob and I were at Shamrock Fest. We tried to look for the Renegades did not find them.

We were in the Mosh pits most of the time. I am covered in bruises.

I dont' know where you were at Shamrock Fest, but We saw a ton of gay folk.. sure they were all punk/metal goth, so you might not have been able to reconize them.

Posted by: Dax at March 12, 2007 9:31 AM

What John T said - Get it while you can as fresh meat, establish your credentials, then cruise until you sputter out.

Posted by: copperred at March 12, 2007 9:36 AM

Welcome to the party, Jimbo.

You like guys with green eyes and hairy chests? Into leather, poodle ballin, cigars, watersports with midgets, shrimping, group scenes? Whatever you want you can get on Manhunt…it is all right there at your finger tips. I enjoy a good on-line servicing like the next guy but often find it empty. It’s sort of like the second pop tart in the pack….you eat it because it is there…not because you particularly want it!

You ask: Where are the in-betweeners in this town? We are looking for a place to hang out! I am too heavy for JR’s and not big enough for a lot of the bears at Woof. I like the guys at Woof and the Eagle but I am clean shaven so for a lot of those guys I may as well be wearing flip flops and a popped collar. This is a tough town for dating….I am very grateful that I have a great group of friends.

Posted by: Chris at March 12, 2007 10:42 AM

Ha...ShamrockFest as a Circuit Party.

I was watching a travel show on Daytona Bike Week yesterday, and it reminded me of gay pride.

If you take a video of one particular week, one particular celebration, and say, "see, this is what straight people are all about", it's just ridiculous.

Although, I doubt if any bikers complain, "This isn't me. They don't represent me. I'm not into that scene. I hate bike week, it's a bunch of freaks." Embrace the freakiness, don't denigrate it.

Posted by: stebbins at March 12, 2007 12:45 PM

"- Next to HIV, body hair trimming remains the second greatest threat to gay society. There can't possibly be that many smooth bodies in the world."

That HAS to be one of the top quotes of the year.

Posted by: mark at March 13, 2007 11:48 AM

"Just as many straight people puke and pass out as gay people do at their venues."

You're finally realizing this??? Glad you're coming out of your gay haze. Sweetie, the straights have been doing this shit for a loooong time - it's called tailgating.

Posted by: anonymous at March 14, 2007 10:00 PM

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