25 May, 2006

The Gay Diaries of Bridget Jones


So anyway, I'm pretty much bored of reading my own blog. It's repetitive and needs a kick up the arse (excuse the pun).

So I've decided to go out there and have a few dates to spice things up. I need some stories, and let's face it - the most exciting ones are always when I meet some weirdo off the internet.

Here's a couple of my personal favourites:

* The autistic sadmasochistic nerd

* The groping ethnocentric wanker

I wonder if I'll be able to top those? As soon as I've been on some dates I'll let you know...

12 May, 2006

Sun, Sea and ... more Sun?

I'm flying to the Cinque Terre in Italy on the weekend for a week in the sun with the parentals.

Hoo-fucking-ray.

This is our view from the terrazza apparently...

It's a hard life.

11 May, 2006

Me, Me, Me, Me, ME

Today is all about ME. So Happy Birthday to ME. And here's a few of my favourite cards. (sent to ME).



08 May, 2006

Peaks, Boyfriends and Butts

I took the parentals to see my friends in Sheffield over the weekend, and while we were up there we took a visit to Chatsworth House. I've been there on numerous occasions, but Moors e' Papa loved it. On the way back, my friend took us through Castleton, what a view! I was astounded by the scenery, which is never a good thing to be whilst you're driving.

I also just noticed that my last post (Chanel, Dior, Chanel, Dior) was my 100th post. 100 posts? Craziness. Can't believe I've written that much crap.

Thirdly, I have a new Boyfriend of the Week. Jon Thor Birgisson - the lead singer of Sigur Ros, and a self proclaimed gay.

Although I may have some stiff competition from Ryan McGinley.

I seem to recall reading an article he wrote in Butt Magazine about scoring Mr Birgisson.

DAMN YOU MCGINLEY.

05 May, 2006

Chanel, Dior, Chanel, Dior...


Somehow I stumbled upon this blog today - which is no longer only a 'blog' but really now a 'brand'.

In Bryanboy's own words:

"Adventures of the new-moneyed classless bitch from hell. Vulgarity is the new discreet. Trash is the new exclusivity. I AM THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT. I MEAN, FRUITCAKE. I'm planet earth's favourite third world faggot and the land of the brown, l'exotique and the natives has never been this *burp* chic."

This boy is a genius. I think it may be the best website I've ever seen. I may have to send a photo of myself in with "I LOVE BRYANBOY" written on my backside.

03 May, 2006

Clean Feet


I finally caught up with Foot Slave Master (FSM) last night, I'd been dying to see him since I returned from Australia. Foot Slave Master (FSM) is not his real name, but I'm using that alias for a reason.

Recently, this particular friend has accidentally become a Master to a Foot Slave. How did this happen 'accidentally' I hear you ask? Well that's the funny bit. A friend of FSM's has recently gotten in to the foot fetish scene and one night when out drinking with FSM thought it would be a laugh to get one of his 'slaves' to start worshipping FSM's feet. So that's how it begun.

The bit that surprised FSM is that he is quite enjoying the role. When we discussed this last night, I wasn't that surprised - I think it is an issue of power. All of us have secret (or not so secret) yearnings for power of some kind I think. Either to have more or less of it.

I once knew a girl who worked part time on the reception desk of an S&M dungeon in Perth to support herself financially through university. Whilst she was working there she became more and more intrigued by what the 'mistresses' did and decided to give it a try. At first she found it slightly amusing, but after a while, really started to enjoy it. Her 'mistress' persona became more and more significant, until one day, she felt like she was losing a sense of who she really was. The 'acts' she was prepared to do became heavier (in many people's perception, downright nasty). It scared her, so she gave the gig up - even though financially she was earning more than she ever had (and probably will again!)

There is obviously a significant market out there around this sort of behaviour, which begs the question: how many of us want to control or be controlled?