I’m Panting Again
For the first time since early June*, I’m wearing pants today. Now it feels strange to have fabric against my legs again. This happens to me every year but I’m not complaining. I love autumn and the cooler temperatures. I just wish it wasn’t going back up to the 80’s again by Monday.
This evening is the latest Gay Boston Bloggers dinner (or is it technically Queer Boston Bloggers)? I don’t know – all of these damn politically correct names and acronyms (GLBTQ) just make me feel old. And while we’re on the subject, what’s up with all of these younger whipper-snappers wearing ridiculously over-sized t-shirts lately? I mean, for the past decade I’ve seen over-sized jeans and t-shirts on teens – part of the whole hip-hop culture, I’d guess. That I could handle.
But in the past two weeks I’ve seen boys/teens wearing these t-shirts that are just long. I mean, they’re definitely over-sized, but they’ve also got this silly length to them that brings them down past their knees. They MUST be specifically designed to be long because I can’t imagine finding such an item even in a “big and tall” shop. They remind me of what those Valley Girl dresses from 1982 must have looked just before they were cinched around the waist by a big belt. Remember that look?
Oh, and my (formerly) good friend, Dave (in Chicago) informed me yesterday that “Hot Karl” is a rather nasty sexual term. I’d never heard of it before so he had me look it up at www.urbandictionary.com. It’s so shocking I can’t even repeat what this sexual act entails – but I’m rather disgusted that it’s associated with my name. For the record, let me just say that I am not the inspiration for this activity. Or, if I was, at least I wasn’t involved.
*I did wear pants in Europe a few times in June…but haven’t worn any in Boston this summer.
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Don’t shoot (all over) the messenger! 😉
Eww, sorry folks.
oh.my. Why did I *have* to look that up??
Shocking, isn’t it?
Why does it have to be affiliated with my name? Then again Golden, your name is included quite prominently in another sexual activity.
Um, yeah. How could I forget about that?
God am I glad my parents didn’t name me “Felch”.
Ok, I’m going to marry Karyn….YET AGAIN. This time, though, our bridal party will consist of thousands of naked people (being photographed by that guy, you know the one), but this time all giving each other Cleveland Steamers. (go look that one up, peeps!) And no, I’m not a scat queen. Nyahh.
I love my friends. David, when (notice I didn’t say “if”?) you come to Boston in November, perhaps we should head to the Cape and meet Karyn?
Karyn: I’m impressed you know of felching. Now I can’t wait until our next late-night chat session. I’m going to pick your brain for various sexual activities!
Sweet merciful crap! Literally! Think of the dancing afterwards! Yikes!
http://www.snopes.com/risque/audio/gerbil.rm
And just in case you are DYING to hear that old radio bit where the announcer reads the faux article on the air, playing it as a serious news story, here you go.
I nearly ruptured something laughing the first five or six thousand times I listened to this.
Does anyone go to bed around here? Apparently not! Oy gevalt…
I DO go to bed! The little darlings keep waking me up!
Me too, but it’s the pussy. Er, kitty. *scratches around wildly for an Ambien*
So, what? Y’all just decided to stop inviting the northern QBB contingent? Especialy now that we have a new transplant? Hmmpfh.
Chris! You weren’t invited? Holy shit! This is precisely why I don’t plan these things.
I want a huge group next time, though. We should plan well in advance!