Where I'll Be Drinking

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I have a secret confession: getting wasted has been sounding like a worse and worse idea lately. Maybe it's because every time i do somebody takes a picture of me that might be described as 'less then flattering,' or maybe i'm just getting older (insert uncomfortable laughter here). But whatever the reasons are, it's been a little difficult to pull myself away from my awesome new apartment/room. With that being said there is a cornucopia of E ticket events this week that i am loath to miss regardless of my my alcohol consumption...

Tomorrow night is INFATUATION @ Vessel (which is a space i really dig, despite the throngs of marina girls often coke-whoring up the place). The line up includes Andy Butler of Hercules & Love Affair, and my homie DJ Pee Play of the Honey Sound System. I'm told if you mention the name 'Tyson' at the door cover is only $5.

Friday brings a very special SOME THING, hosted by Hoku Mama Swamp. I know it's only the third SOME THING, but this party has really been rocking my balls off.

Friday is also the night of DJ Nikita's birthday party. Nikita has been one of my favorite DJs in The City ever since he had me dancing until dawn a few years ago in the Comfort and Joy tent at Burning Man (boy knows his beats).

And finally Saturday evening brings us Traces: a Gentleman's Powder Room from the boys at HomoChic. This is going to be HomoChic's 'Season Four' premier party, and an event not to be missed (these boys take their partying seriously).

Traces

Homochic is launching season 4 with Traces, a 'gentleman's powder room,' January 30th at 222 Hyde.

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Confessions of a Feeder Twink

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My friend, Leo Herrera, has a confession to make...

"I love a man with fat rolls I can swipe a credit card through. I love to watch him eat my cooking and then rim him till my eyes burn with spit. I spend hours watching Rubenesque cherubs stick homemade dildos up their butt on Xtube and drool when Guy Fieri stuffs burgers down his throat on the Food Network. It's been a long journey to admit it, but here it goes: My name is Leo and I want to be a chubby chasing, power top, rim pig, feeder twink."

The boy in the video is Leo's boyfriend Josh (aka 'The Ginger, or 'the Ginger Cub') and the thing that strinkes me about this video is how loving it all is. You can see it in every angle, how Leo adores Josh... (i'm feeling disgustingly romantic this morning). Anyway check out the full confession over at Butt Magazine, and you can see more of Leo's work at HomoChic.com

Love Parade

My friends and i like to joke that the annual Love Parade (a celebration of electronic music and 'club culture' that takes place every year in the civic center) is like pride for straight people. And last year the kids of HomoChic, Honey Sound System, and Wulfpak got together in an attempt to show those heterosexuals just how pride is done. Our float was called 'The Death of Shade,' we all dressed up for a funeral and sad-danced our way down market street. it was fucking awesome.

This year we are back to do it again with the one and only homo-float in all of the Love Parade, Snoball!

Two for Two

Last night was the second MoneyShots @ Jet and if this pace keeps up i'm gonna have to go to the clinic for 'exhaustion'. There was no wet underwear contest this time, because the weekend was fucking Brutal and we were just too tired. But none the less a good time was had by all. I saw long lost friends, danced the two-for-one tango, and even learned about the birds and the bees (bees are scary).

We Have Ourselves a Winner

Last night was the first HomoChic party, MoneyShot Mondays, and I am in so much fucking pain right now i'm not even sure how i'm able to look at my computer screen. It hurts like i'm being punished for sins against humanity. I'm hungover, but this isn't one of your run of the mill 'gosh that was an awful lot of Jameson last night' hangovers. No, this is what can only be described as an epic hangover. I thought it was going to be a pretty chill night, it being the monday after Bay to Breakers, just a night out with girls. I was wrong in a big way.

I'm not sure how i ended up doing the wet underwear contest.

I guess it might have something to do with the 2-4-1 drinks.

Maybe I was Inspired by the crazy-sexy professional stripper lady.

What ever it was there was Heat in the air.

I need a nap.