Category Archives: menfolk

dear dr. drew: a love letter.

i'd love to see YOUR loveline, doctor. HAW HAW HAW!

as i sit here watching you talk to a bunch of kids who had babies, i kind of can’t help myself.  it’s emotional porn, the way you spread your caring around, how you caress those on the stage with the softness of your voice but put a little bass in it when someone decides to get loud and wrong.  the way you lean in and peer into the center of someone’s eyes when they speak.  the way you listen.  like, really, really listen.  sigh.  you speak to that need in me, the unscratchable itch that screams “OMFG I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHATEVER SPORT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW.  I JUST NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAY, CAN I FUCKING DO THAT, PLEASE?!”  you are the human embodiment of a shopping spree, a walking bowl of chocolate covered winning lottery tickets dipped in good dreams and free foot rubs.  just win.  just so full of win.

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i’m not going to say anything.

i’m just going to put up this picture of (not so) Lil Romeo shirtless at the Hip Hop Honors and not say one single solitary word.

that’ll do, Romeo.  that’ll do.

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the mutterface.

oh yeah.  it’s time.  time to dissect and discuss the unfortunate mutterface.  what is a mutterface, you ask?  it’s a male butterface.  what is a butterface?  if you must ask this question, you clearly suck at internet, but hey.  i’m not here to judge.  a butterface, though, is a woman with a very nice body, but her face… yeah.  so now that you’re well versed in interwebs, let’s look at the butterface’s male counterpart and make the concept a little less sexist, shall we?

i was hoping for a generalized list of mutterfaces.  i could only come up with four.  help!

1.  Tyresesinger.  had a bangin ass coca-cola commercial back in the 90s.  taraji henson hates him.

At first I was like:

Aw yeeaaaaahh!  I’ll even forgive those horrible ass tribal tattoos!  Work it, daddy!

But then I was all:

Oh, I didn’t know Skeletor was invited to the party.  Cool.  *collects panties, walks home*

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(via gayshitgoeshere‘s twitter & tumbler – warning!  not always work safe!)

american idol: remember Jenry?

Jenry, i believe, tried out for American Idol two or three years ago.  i can’t remember what Jenry sounded like,  but oh yes lord, i remember what he looked like.  he had me feeling extra pervy because he was only sixteen years old at the time.  i know, i know,  but dude… look at him!!!  can you blame me??!  that is NOT the face of your average 16 year old, at least give me that.

well, ladies and gentlemen…. JENRY DONE GREW THE FUCK UP.

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if you’re not watching ‘so you think you can dance’

you really, REALLY should be.   here’s why.

his name’s will.  he’s 21, supple, and potentially straight.

either way, he belongs hanging in a museum somewhere.

..or handcuffed to my bedpost.  RAWR

gratuitous keston karterness.

okay, so i know that a fair portion of the female constituents that chit chat on this blog have an aversion to keston because of the gay that seems to coat his visual appearance, but.  *i* still think he’s nice to look at  and more importantly, my blog gets a lot of hits from people searchin for him, and this is a blatant ploy to get even more hits by making another keston karter entry.

so.  all about keston karter.  + lots and lots of pics.  naked pics.  NAKED KESTON KARTER.  TOTALLY NOODE.


keston karter was born a small irish child on the east side of boston in 1975.  at the age of 7, he took up with a band of pickpocketing vagrants.  one chilly november evening, he picked the pocket of the neighborhood sourceress, in disguise as an old unsuspecting lady with wads of $100 bills falling from her pockets.  an obvious target, keston took the bait; to punish him, the sorceress (who was racist, which is a given, being from boston and all) decided to punish him with the worst fate she could think of:  turning him into a black man.  keston later grew to be the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.  he also sued her for entrapment on the grounds that that little stunt she pulled set him up Marion Berry style.

keston took the money he won from his brillion dollar lawsuit and moved to the city of lights, the city that never sleeps, the city where dreams are born and legends are made:  nutbush, tennessee.  while there, he cut a multi-record deal with Holly Parton (dolly’s adopted cousin’s stepmother’s brother’s third baby mama), but holly soon left the outfit, claiming that she was “too punk-rock for this.”  she went on to move to england and become kelly osbourne, son daughter of the famous ozzy osbourne, and keston fell into a deep depression, the effects of which were lessened only by gambling and listening to ‘natural woman’ by aretha franklin.

his saving grace came when, in 1986, keston threw up on danny devito’s shoes.  outraged, danny went batshit crazy and tried to shatter keston’s shins with the toe of his shoe, kicking furiously.  unable to actually reach keston’s shins, however, danny left the scene, dejected, and vowed to find him again one day.  and he did just that; in 2002, danny tracked keston down to have him audition for the part of Jonesie in his upcoming show Reno 911.  keston did a spectacular job and was called back to read for the part again.  “keston, i have to say, you did a great job and you’d be perfect for the role,” danny said, but then screamed  “TOO BAD I HATE YOU!  YOU THREW UP ON MY SHOES, I AINT GIVIN YOU SHIT!”

ruminating on what had just happened, and on his life in general, keston proclaimed, “fuck this, ima just take my shirt off and get paid for it!”  he then walked outside the building, took his shirt off, and money began to fall at his feet.

the end.

*all pics except the 2nd are from, as is an alternate biography.  im pretty sure mines is most accurate, though.

excuse me? who the hell is keston karter?



i bet even them wack ass tattoos taste like some goodness.

dear friends who knew about this man already & didn’t tell me:

you’re dead to me.  k thanx bye.

i wish my ass was a basketball.

here’s why.

bet he tastes like layups & banana puddin.  delicious.

 you better palm that ball, daddy. 

you.  palm.  that.  shit.

(more shots here.)

is he 18 yet? + in defense of amy (for once)

here’s a quick 2 piece for yall:

firstly, mike from HBO’s ‘the wire’:

tristan wilds aka mike from the wire
i bet this one tastes like sunshine & flintstone vitamins. 10 million strong & growing INDEED.

so i know he looks like he’s about 12 in that picture. and there’s a good chance that he probably was. but! good news! according to wikipedia, he was born in 1988 which makes him.. let’s see.. carry the one.. put a decimal point here… that would be a strapping and completely legal 20 years old soon, if not by now (sidebar: how fucked up is it that kids born in 1988 are even CLOSE to 20?? i feel beyond old!) . now the thing is, u have to watch the show to get the full grasp of the budding sexiness (plus its an awesome show and yo monkey asses shld be watchin anyway). but yeah, im callin it. as soon as he can grow a beard: fie fie delish.


im not aware if ppl know that amy winehouse used to be hot. well, correction: that she used to let her style team *make* her hot. its pretty clear that she’s got some pretty unfortunate genes and biological shit goin on. but yeah man, ever since those pictures of amy with her new blonde hurrdo surfaced, ppl have just been vicious! and i mean its not like it was without reason.. she do still look a mess. but still. my concern here is that ppl think she was ALWAYS a mess. untrue. looka here:

see? she didn’t always look like eats nothin but vienna sausages and bathes in bong water.

..she does now tho. that blonde hair aint change nunna that :/

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