If you’re a legal adult where you live, you don’t need your mother’s permission to travel, either across the street or across the ocean.

“Remind me… what’s so bad about the Musclebears, again?”

I have an idea. Why not start the evening out and get his motor runnin’ first with a snazzy pair of undies. But, not something goofy and frilly that might embarrass you if you choked on a smoked oyster and suddenly had to go to the hospital.

To jump-start this week, let’s just say you get to have your choice of one of these three burly hunks – for one long night of unbridled, bring-it-on-home-to-Jesus, lip-smackin’, belly-bumpin’ monkey sex.

Some people say Marijuana (pot, weed, grass) is harmless. And, yes – in many areas, you can even get medical prescriptions for it, these days. But, as you may have heard, Marijuana tends to be a transitional drug, often leading straight to more dangerous stuff, like sweat pants and Cheetos.

“What the hell is an Otter?”

When, after the third date, somebody says, “You know, it’s just not working for me.” Go ahead and ask him, “Why not? Is it me?” Assuming, of course, that it IS something about you; you deserve to know. You can’t change what you don’t know. And you won’t know unless you ask. He might think you’re a weirdo for pressing him on details (for which you need to prepare yourself, by the way), but, hell… he’s not dating you anymore anyway, so who cares what he thinks, right?

When I see an online profile that uses the expression “straight-acting”, my knee-jerk response is to write to the guy and ask him how “straight” he acts with another man’s tongue (or whatever) in his mouth (or wherever).

From the start, bear-identified magazines and video companies pioneered and celebrated that mentality of celebrating and sexualizing normal, everyday guys.
“He’s a star. He’s a star. And, you can be a star, too.”

Clafoutis is a baked French Dessert of black cherries arranged in a buttered dish, and covered with a thick flan-like batter. The Clafoutis is dusted with powdered sugar and served lukewarm.

Who are the hot youngish stars of movies, music, television and sports these days? I’m not talking about Justin Bieber, Leo DiCaprio and/or those tweezed, preened and plucked Abercrombie Vampires from “Twilight”, either. I’m talking about hairy, beary guys (throwbacks, if you will) who buck the young / smooth / shaved trend in Hollywood, and proudly display their masculine characteristics, hairy chests and facial hair for all the world to see. Even those who aren’t necessarily bearded, in many cases, seem to ooze testosterone from the very pours of their being, fueling the fires of fantasy for young (and old, like me!) gay fellas throughout the land!

I only saw snippets of last season of American Idol, and I had no intention of watching this season.
And then came Wolf.