Once You Go Turd Cutter… [NSFW]

December 10th, 2009



If I wasn’t definitely gay after the rape scenes in Precious, this oughta do it:



Holy. Yikes. #holyyikes




[via Brooklyn Ski Club]

On Will Smith, Martin Lawrence, Diana King, and the ’90s Writ Large

November 2nd, 2009









Couple of quick questions, you guys:





Did you know Will Smith and Martin Lawrence were such good improvisers?  UCB101 4RLZ.





Why did they blur out guns?  Or were they shooting bad guys with glass dildos?  #subtext





<3 Diana King, but why do I feel like she has a mustache that I just can’t see?





Also, did you guys know this song is about me?





Did You Miss Me, Internet?

November 1st, 2009
Hey you guuuuuuuuuyyyyyys!



My deal?  I started blogging in 2002 at age 19, when I launched a terrible LiveJournal (no link, no duh) which mostly chronicled my adventures in college life, self-deprecation, gay awakening, Friendster, hobos, and thinly veiled oversharing (because who wouldn't want to read poorly-written poetry about the death of my grandma?).



A few years later, I launched Fast Hugs, which became moderately successful in the New York blogosphere, subsequently earned me freelance writing positions and a Contributor Editor position at Buzzfeed before becoming a full-time editor at Urlesque, where my incredible editors encouraged me to delve even further into the parts of my brain that deal exclusively with fucking nonsense (which, in the biz, we call "fucking nonsense").



Needless to say, things have been relatively awesome, and although some have attributed the "death" of blogs to the proliferation of microblogging (namely Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr, all three of which I use, so DEAL WITH IT).  Nevertheless, I'm going to continue blogging (as I already do for The Apiary, Social Crisis, Paw Nation, TV Squad, and, like, 448 other sites).



So if you like what you see, please stick around, and if you're so obliged, subscribe to the RSS feed above, insuring yourself occasional updates about Bea Arthur (she's the one holding a martini glass to your left), Susan Powter (the dyke in the upper right hand corner), my dog Atticus (the one in the header with whiskers and a bow tie), and probably hobos.



In the meantime, GAY KID SEX SONG PARTY!



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