In Which We Suffer Yet Another Birthday

 

There are times when I sit down to write my latest hilarious blog and I discover I have absolutely no idea about what to write. I turn to the mrpeenee Automatic Post Topic generator and all I get is static.  Goddamit.  Surely I can come up with something to complain about, but no, I get no traction.  And then I remember, fuck this. I cannot get fired, I am my own boss, I am the master of my fate.

But while sulking about my absolute lack of ideas, and how my blog is an utter task master, and how I really want to drag it behind the barn and shoot the mother fucker, I remembered that I had not celebrated mrpeenee's anniversary this year.  My blog's actual birthday is July 24, 2007 anno domini and every single year I am amazed to have passed yet another milestone (see "drag it behind the barn and shoot it.")

Nineteen years is an impressive record for someone with as little attention span as I have. When I started down this ridiculous path, I certainly had no idea I would stick around this long. My blog has outlived my husband, several cats, David Bowie, and frequently my will to write. If it weren't for the nekkid guys segment of each post I don't know how I would go on. 

Mike Betts, still my favorite nekkid guy.

Every year as part of my anniversary salute, I pause to remember fellow bloggers who started out about the same time as me.  There used to be a whole pack of us, but as blogging turned into a quaint novelty, almost all of them have dropped off. Jon, from Give Em the Old Razzle Dazzle, Mitzi from Clutter from the Gutter, the Mistress from Mistress Borghese, and Inexplicable Device from Inexplicable Device, are the few, the happy few still sticking it out. Tough old birds all and I lift a glass to salute them. Some who didn't make it this far are actually no longer on this side of the grass (LX, Kabuki Zero) and others simply wandered off out of this land of make-believe (Jason, Mean Dirty Pirate, the Cool Cookie, Cafe Muscato, and the much missed Fabulon). Mitten Drinnen, aka Norma Desmond remains as a frequent commenter and Mistress Infomaniac is a ghostly, ghastly specter who only rises from her grave once a year on her blogiversary. Whether you're still here or not, I remember you all with great fondness.

So anyway here's to mrpeenee, the finest blog on this page.  Long may I wave.

And now back to our regularly scheduled nekkid guys:

I occasionally run across porn sites that focus on tickling. The whole idea never fails to strike me as incredibly unlikely. Here we have Italian side o' beef, Marco Pinotti getting the treatment.

I realize I don't give enough attention to the species known as daddies, so here is Alex Tikas.

Whachoo looking at?

 

He's got a package for you.

Surf's up

The warm weather has meant the action below my window on the sidewalk, always lively, has been particularly raucous, including some guy on Wednesday night about 11 o'clock playing the bagpipes.

He was pretty good, you know, for bagpipes, but the whole thing was so unlikely, I was very tempted to put on my pants and go downstairs and ask him "what the fuck?"

But a lifetime living in the big city reminded me to mind my own business.

I want to fuck this guy so bad it's sort of annoying.