Luck, Be A Lady Tonight
By Steve Prince
Thump! My glass of water fell on my rug and soaked the floor. Damn. Why didn't I drink that water before I went to bed? I probably wouldn't feel so hung over now if I had. I turned to look at my clock. It's almost noon. Wow. I guess last night was a late night; I never sleep this late normally.
By instinct I reach over and grab my phone to check the text messages. I hate texting. I really do. Hold on. Let me find my soapbox...Ahem.
The problem with texting is that inflection and the intention of what was said isn't there. For the gay man who already second guesses himself all the time (I'm raising my hand right now) texting is not a tool--it's a second guessing death trap. Dating is nothing but second guessing already, but combined with texting it makes a fella feel like he's third and forth guessing. A simply "sure" as a response to lunch can mean many things. Sure, I would love to have a meal with you. Sure, I would like to get to know you better. Sure, I'll go because I have nothing else better to do. Sure, but I'd rather just sit on your face. Sure, this way I can find out where you live and stalk you.
DO WE SEE THE DANGER OF TEXTING PEOPLE???!!! Texting is the problem; I'm certain it has NOTHING to do with my own insecurities. Nope, not a bit. Okay back to my morning--well afternoon by now.
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Hugh Jackman assumes the "Happy Baby Position". Now that Hugh has spread his cheeks for me, I can die with no regrets.
Christmas In July
By Steve Prince
Summer is here, and Steve Prince is a queer in need of a vacation and good cheer.
I love living in Los Angeles in the summer. Everything is beautiful and accessible here. There's the beach, the mountains, The Getty, Griffith Park, patio bars in West Hollywood, and beautiful men of all types abound. I mean it does get a bit warm in the summer--all right, it can be hotter than Matt Summers spread eagle on a school desk. Oh and I guess there's traffic, but there's ALWAYS traffic. It's just a fact that when driving in LA you'll be sandwiched on a freeway for several hours with strangers. And of course with all these people, who can get any place in a reasonable time? So what if I have to get up two hours earlier so I can get to my job on time. My job where my boss keeps me on pins and needles, and every day a little piece of my soul is swallowed up in a hellmouth of work...OH MY GOD I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THIS SHITTY ASS DIRTY, CROWDED CITY BEFORE I DIE!!!!!
Momma needs a vacation...
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Going Public
By Steve Prince
"You had sex three times in one day, with three different people?" I choked on my Dr. Pepper.
"Well, what are you supposed to do?" Omar replied, "It's Palm Springs."
Omar and I had been good friends for a little over a year now but I have never even heard him mention Palm Springs.
"So this one cute Latin guy", Omar licked his lips and leaned forward; he loves the Latin men. "He met me on the way to the hot tub. And I told him that I needed to go to my room and change first."
"Uh-huh" I said. "Wow. That's not even subtle."
"I know," Omar giggled. "So, yeah, we basically just went to my room to fuck. Well apparently while I was gone his boyfriend came up to my friend who was still at the hot tub. His boyfriend was furious apparently. And I'm like, 'Come on! It's Palm Springs!'"
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HELLO! I AM CHINPOKO! QC's latest pet-friend (which makes me a Petnis). Toby's new best friend.
As the days of last week have flown by or been jacked-off into oblivion, we at QC find it is important to remember some of the highlights--and lowlights--of this last week's feast of men. So take your seat, grab a soda, and get some butter (or lube) because it's time for QC's new weekly porn recap Pass the PopPORN!!!
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Lyin', & Twinks, & Bears--Oh My!
By Steve Prince
"So how old are you", he typed. "I'm not really into guys 25 or up."
"I'm 24".
24...24?...24!!!
I actually laughed when I typed it. I'm 29, which to ME isn't that old, but to a 21-year-old college guy -- it ain't young. I don't usually lie when I hookup with a guy, but you should have seen his picture...so cute.
Hey I can't be faulted. I had been stressed out at work and I just wanted a nice long blowjob. The kind you see Alan Gregory give...you know where the guy's dick is literally shining like a Christmas star because it has been made so wet by the other fella's mouth. Sigh. And Tyler wanted to give it to me, so there ya go. Yes his name was Tyler -- my nephew's name. I have no shame.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes," I type.
"Tight dude," he responds. "Call me when you're by the Student Union and I'll meet you."
Tight dude? I actually didn't know people still said that. I grabbed a hat as I ran out the door. Hats make me look younger. Oh God, what am I doing?
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