Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rain. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

REIN IT IN. . .


"Reign On King Jesus!" from the album Black Christmas:


. . . "Sweet Little Jesus Boy":


Yes, Lil Akim, Santa is a black man:




I feel like I could sing this one to a lot of "big boys" I know.  "Lit'l Boy (Christ in the Temple)":


"Mary Had a Baby":


"Glory, Hallelujah": 



Black Christmas, performed by Thomas Young, Vanessa Ayers and Robert Mosely


Thursday, December 12, 2013

BONERS FOR BOOKS: ONE THOUSAND BEARDS


When it rains, it pours. . . and when you're shaved, the beard books come rolling in like rain.  A special thank you to BSD Reader ClaireBear for the incredibly informative history on facial hair, "One Thousand Beards", she sent me as an early Xmas present.  I'll be sure to stash it in the most important place I know.  ;-)


Thursday, November 7, 2013

Sunday, July 14, 2013

EAT MY BREADSTICK


Vaginas, tits, raindrops, a house made of bread sticks and lots and lots of bananas. . . More from Swiss artist Urs Fischer, on view at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Los Angeles until August 19th.







Me and comedian Greg Walloch inside the bread house.  


Eating said bread house.  




Reflective decapitation cube. . . Perfect device to capture my next Grndr photo?








Tuesday, April 3, 2012

I SMELL SEMEN: APRIL SHOWER


It's that time of year again. . .   It's getting warmer; flowers are blooming and the smell of semen lingers in the air.  No, its not the semi-annual Keller family picnic/orgy (that's in August).  It's Spring!  If you live on the East Coast, you know what I mean.  The Bradford pear or Pyrus calleryana 'Chanticleer' smells like vomit to some and spunk to others.  I personally prefer the latter.

Spring IS all about sex after all.  There may be no more adamant a reminder than the dense odor of a fecund evening.  While its no surprise I'm a fan, I'm not the only one.  In 2005, the Bradford pear won best urban tree in an annual survey of City Trees magazine readers (and no, I'm not making that magazine up either.  It exists).  The Bradford pear brings fresh new resounance to April's unofficial anthem: "Rain, rain, go away. CUM again, another day."  Indeed.