Hey guys. Muxtapes, guys. Pretty cool. I made a mix last night.

The mix is pretty much my attempt to combine my obsession in recent years with lo-fi 90’s sounds with my undying love for emotional indie music. Check it.

More importantly is how much making a muxtape has renewed my love and passion for of copyleft and fair use movements. Read More!

Fist Patrick called it a few years ago during our senior year at NYU. Beards, he claimed, were going to be make a comeback. And he was right.

In fact, in recent weeks, Christopher Schulz, an art gay in Brooklyn, has received a lot of press for his independently published periodical Pinups that taps into what is becoming known as the “post-bear” culture. Its pages are essentially decorated with images of naked young guys who like their beards, buzz, fuzz, and fur (in fact, the original cover boy is a contributor to this very blog!). And guess what? No mention of bears, cubs, otters, wolves, dragons, witches, unicorns, or time-eating CGI robots. How refreshing! Schulz, instead, considers Pinups to be a larger, publicly-displayed method of feeding his artistic and sexual appetite. It’s not porn for hairy guys and it’s not a catalog dripping with false homoeroticism. Pinups, Schulz claims, “[embraces] natural beauty as opposed to the plethora of ubiquitous Adonises in the commercial ether,” and while that’s a lot of fancy wordage, I totally get it. And it makes me feel super.

2006, a time before Pinups, saw the rebirth of shag, and while it took a while to grow on me, personally, I am an admitted slave to the scruff. So last year, when I grew my own (it’s a scruffy shell of fuzz, not an attempt at being mistaken for Bin Laden), I would never have guessed that I would experience a sea change in the way I was received by others. Read More!

Comedian John Roberts has a new video in honor of this past mother’s day. As much as I hate posting someone else’s video when I have nothing original original to say, his work merits a mention. Because this shit makes me LOL.

Love and respect your mother, guys. You came out of her.

Hey, so what? I read missed connections. I am constantly waiting for someone to say, “Who was that hottie with a cheese stain on his shirt riding the L train having a nap in his seat after work? I was the one in the red pants.” Point being I read missed connections for more than just the ego boost (never happens) I want and this is the greatest thing I have ever seen.

Apparently this “Italiano fron Milano” loves to try and get guys to get in his van to buy his old junk rip offs of fashion labels, like suits and leather goods, and likes also to maybe try and get guys to have sex with him off the street?

My question is, which serial killer does this guy resemble the most.

The entire craigslist thread from missed connections after the jump. Read More!

Do you remember 4/20 this year? Did you know it’s a stoner holiday? Well Meat Picnic can’t remember what they did but they sure know it’s a stoner holiday. This week Meat Picnic decides to celebrate 4/20, even if this celbration is late like a pothead arriving for a job interview.

Weakly Meat Picnic Episode 11 - 4/20 Special from Meat Picnic on Vimeo.

This last weekend I was privileged enough to see Iron Man. This is the outfit I wore.

So sexy, right? All my yoga and kefir-eating have finally paid off as I get to show off my legs in yellow tight spandex in their full muscular glory while I watch a movie in the dark. Obviously, I am expecting a Times Square circa 1986 porno theater crowd for opening weekend of Iron Man, and, unless I dress the role, how else can I expect to receive oral sex from a stranger sitting next to me while they stop to occasionally whisper in my ear, “Oh, Tony Stark, I want you in me.” These things happen, people. These things happen in our world.

On a similar topic, the topic being promiscuous sex with male prostitutes in public scenarios, I still can’t stop thinking about the old Robert Downey Jr. The one that gets arrested for drug charges and causes trouble. It may just be because Less Than Zero has been on TV a lot recently. Read More!

While recently at a comedy show downtown, I sat behind a homeless girl (if living in Williamsburg lofts constitute one as “homeless,” that is) and her friend, a petite, effete young man who acted like a teenybopper circa 1997, orange belly shirt and all. As I sat with my boyfriend at the time, the guy made sure to start chatting us up and dropping the names of places where he had been employed as a go-go dancer (including the OG dumps like Twirl and Heaven, not surprisingly, clubs where my twinky gay friend in high school went to soak his UFO pants on “Foam Night”). If we didn’t already realize that he was, in fact, gay, he made it clear when he brassily suggested we include him in a threesome.

Look, there’s a reason I don’t date girls. Like the bestseller says, I’m just not that into them. Vaginas aren’t necessarily my “thing,” per se, so when this dude literally started to do “skanky dancing” to The Pussycat Dolls song playing overhead, just as he started to tease us with glimpses of his ugly, overpriced underwear (does anyone else think it’s creepy that gay guys scoop up undergarments slightly resembling those worn by those whose balls haven’t yet dropped?), I had enough. Read More!

Have you heard?—No, like, I was watching Lost (SO good last night).

Well, let me bring you pansies up to speed: A local labor leader introducing Hillary this past week said the nation needed a leader “that has testicular fortitude.” WOW. Her street cred in the trannie community just hit a new high. And before that in North Carolina, Gov. Mike Easley (D-lover of ballz) raised some eyebrows when he said Clinton was so determined that she made “Rocky Balboa look like a pansy.” Never mind that comment angered a couple of old fags in Asheville, what got me wonderin’ as a lover of Presidential Election history was which other Presidential hopefuls were total fembots and voted off the island of Presidentia–and yes, you guessed it, more often than not, they were Democrats.

Eugene V. Debs (Socialist-Hello!). What a commie slut! Born of French parents, Debs learned from a wee twink age to appreciate progressive causes. He ran for President five times as a fighter of Labor Unions and often denounced racism throughout his years as a socialist—which in the South meant you were into interracial gay love. Sorry, not gonna happen in this country: go to jail. Read More!

So remember how I recently posted a video response to the ever popular animation skit about T-Pain and Akon because I just can’t understand how a butternut reduction is possible? Because it isn’t possible. A starch won’t turn into a reduction. It just won’t. Unless you’re some crazy gastronomy blogger that can figure that out, this is a chemical impossibility.

Well posting that to YouTube confronted me with a depressing fact. Commenting culture, especially on YouTube is really dismal. Just check out the screen shot below and cry for the sake of humanity’s intelligence at this point in time.

Yes, lilmissTP. Yes. I am very bored. Bored by your bad comments. And bored by yer bad interwebz spllng slayngz.

She just won’t go away. GO AWAY! GO Awaaaay! Who? Hill-Rod, as she was affectionately nicknamed this past week when she’d sucked enough lower middle-class white cocks and pandered all over their faces with her love of wrasslin’, KFC, and guns. M’kay? Barry Obama tried his darnedest to relate to them, but he barely made a dent. Not gonna finish the waffle and sausage, Barry? You ain’t gettin their vote. Politics is a game, and Obama bowled too many gutter balls. Fine.

No, what has frustrated me recently, especially as a homo thug (yeah, I’m butch and straight-acting, deal.) is this so-called Diva Theory as a way to explain Hillary’s appeal to the certain portion of the electorate, namely dudwa like Josh and Josh:

There is something weird going here. Hillary is the diva, the fabulous woman who is fabulous just because she says so. She’s the woman who is abused (by her husband), ridiculed (by the press), hated (by Republican mouth-breathers), yet she’s still standing. She’s like from some exploitation film where the heroine is beaten and barely raped before pulling a knife out of her sock and slicing the mean guy’s balls off. Her supporters have stood by her and fought her battles with her - and sometimes for her - since the 1990s. The emotional connection runs too deep. R-e-s-p-e-c-t, she shakes her finger. Find out what it means to me. And the crowd eats it up.

Finished? And here I thought the silly season of the presidential race began when Bill accused Barry of playing the race card on him. It was the gays! Never mind that a diva is typically an entertainer who is charismatic and sassy and has razor sharp wit. No, Hillary is a diva because she suffered; and us gays like a good victim who continues to show a bit of moxie in the face of a mean bully. Not me. Read More!