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Huh.
Now that Jabba The Butt has referred to me as “someone who does know what he’s talking about” it’s tempting to go rest on my laurels. I’m just not sure what my laurels are. But I think I strained one of them last night; Dave just picked up a copy of The Gay Kama Sutra and we’ve been working our way through the positions. Sometimes life can be painful. But Jabba broadcasting links to my blog aside, it’s that time of the year once again to reflect upon the fact that I’ve just spent the last 365 days blogging. I told ya sometimes life can be painful. But then I was the one who decided to devote one day of the week to posting pix of twinks. So I only have myself to blame.
So some 2,900 posts later – and yeah I know just another 100 of those twink photos woulda made it an even number – I find myself entering my fifth year of throwing up a daily dose of drivel on the internet. Happy Birthday, Happy Anniversary to me. And apologies to those of you who’ve been reading my blog since its inception. Especially to Boo Hoo, who clicks in daily and is one of my biggest fans. My reader numbers tend to go up, then down, then up again, but there’s always been a steady core group of guys who pop in daily to see what’s been posted. Even if some of them only do so in fear that I may have mentioned them. A lot of the rest are just interested in seeing Joe Manganiello’s penis.
WordPress, who no longer hosts this site but still provides its layout theme and stats, tells me there’s been 10,600 comments posted to my blog over the last four years. And I thank each of you who’ve taken the time to share your thoughts. But I am kinda disappointed in that number too. That’s a lot of input and not a single one of you have yet told me to fuck off. I think Smiles came close once. But I lost interest in trying to follow what he wrote and never finished reading his comment. So that record still stands. I’ll try to do better this next year. I promise.
Which pretty much sums up what you can look forward to over the next year. Lots of abuse. And one week short of a full year’s worth of more weekly Twinky Tuesday posts. Unfortunately. ‘Cuz yeah, I’ve been counting. Carefully. You can also expect another year of me promising myself to go back and fix the broken links from my hosting change, the ones that are now getting to be almost two years old. There’s also a new index/layout with drop-down menus I’ve been working on – but more often ignoring – too. So you can probably expect to not see that this year too. Ditto for updating the ‘About” link; I think I’ll let that one turn three before I do something about it.
The world’s loneliest wombat recently whined about the lack of new Sunday Funnies posts on my blog, and I gotta admit I miss those too. But I can’t do a weekly cartoon of just Jabba being a blowhard. Especially as he is now replacing Boo Hoo as my #1 fan. Those posts rely heavily on forum posters being, well, themselves. Or their uber selves. Which often takes some good trolling. So this one is on y’all. If you want more Sunday Funnies, you need to get busy stirring up the usual suspects on the message boards. It’s not hard to do. Hell, Michael/Scooby will go off on Surfcrest these days even on a thread that has nothing to do with him. So it’s time y’all start channeling your inner Beach Lover. ‘Cuz otherwise the 2016 Olympics are barely a year away, and ya know what that means.
Another year over, another year to look forward to, and since it is award season, another opportunity to thank those who’ve encouraged me to keep blogging either out of appreciation for what I do or just because I know what I do pisses them off. So thanks to each of you who regularly stop by, to the lower number who take time to post a comment, to ChristianPFC for being a human spell checker, to Surfcrest for hosting this blog so that I can post photos that are too risque for the regular blogging sites to handle, to all the hot Asian guys who take the naked selfies that make my Sunday Selfies posts, to Jabba for his tireless efforts in promoting my blog, and to Dave for buying that copy of The Gay Kama Sutra. ‘Cuz man cannot live by blogging alone.
09 Sunday Nov 2014
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“I not on internet.”
The look on Noom’s face was akin to that of a kid rushing downstairs on Christmas morning only to find Santa had skipped his zip code. Well, except for the glare he shot toward Dave’s direction, one filled equally with suspicion and accusation. Lumps of coal, after all, don’t show up in your stocking on their own.
“No, I told you I’m on holiday from blogging. Besides, you got an honorable mention in the last post so you’ve been up there for over a week already.”
“No. You look,” he shot back in reply, pushing my laptop in my direction while his glare became more frown-like. And still landed squarely on Dave’s shoulders.
Huh. Ooops. My bad. I hate when Noom is right. Not updating my blog for a week or so had been the plan. If you can consider plan to mean one shit load of unexpected work hitting without warning at the same time you’re preparing for an overseas trip. Forgetting to re-register my domain name, not so much. I blame the company I register through for that. They’ve been sending weekly renewal emails for over six months, almost daily missives pleading to be allowed to automatically renew my domain even though its term still had half a year to go.
That’s a lot of spam for ten bucks. So when I switched email addresses a month ago, I conveniently forgot to tell them. Not that I bothered to explain all of that to Noom. From the look on his face, he was still blaming Dave anyway. And when Dave is feeling guilty about something – whether he has reason to or not – he gets a real cute look on his already cute face. Since the two of us were still in bed, I considered that a win-win.
“Why were you looking at my blog this morning anyway?”
“I look ever day. Den I know you okay.”
That’s sweet. I think. Although I was about to point out he didn’t need to check my blog to see if I was still alive. Waking up to my hard penis snuggled between the cheeks of his butt should have already clued him into my breathing status. But Noom is big on tradition. Which is a nice way of excusing his OCD thingy. And if checking out my blog on a daily basis is part of his routine, I’ll take those hits. Besides, it’s nice to know my on-line presence rates almost as high to him as does those body-building competition videos he’s so fond of. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was gay.
Dave rolled over, glad to be able to use me as a body pillow now that Noom had abandoned his claim. Or maybe that was just his attempt to inch out of the glaring spotlight of Noom’s stare. Or maybe he just wanted someone to know that he was still alive, well, and awake too. Or that at least part of him was. Noom’s plight temporarily forgotten – okay, purposefully ignored – I reached down to say good morning back. Dave giggled and rolled back over to the other side of the bed.
I was still enjoying embarrassing the newly minted gay boy as often as possible; exposing his erect cock to Noom, however, had become passe. Not that Noom was in the least bit impressed. Or interested. But actually putting that cock into action in front of a third party was still something Dave had managed to avoid. Not that Noom would have been impressed. Or interested. For propriety’s sake – or maybe because he and Noom had already established whose dick was bigger long ago – Dave covered himself with a pillow, hopped out of bed, and headed into the bathroom while throwing an inviting look my way. I figured by then Noom must have come to grips with his stint as an internet star possibly having faded and would have moved on to one of those muscle videos. So I disappeared into the bathroom with Dave.
“Where you go?”
“We were in the bathroom. Um, taking a shower.”
“I not hear water.”
Dave may have become familiar with being naked around other guys who might consider that an invitation, but had not yet perfected his gay boy persona to the point of knowing how and when to make an entrance. Still toweling the non-existent water from his hair, he came back out of the bathroom. Oh, and that cute guilty look of his I mentioned? I almost pulled him back into the bathroom again.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I hear you make funny noise in bathroom.”
Noom too had been enjoying embarrassing the newly minted gay boy as often as possible. And doing a much better job of it than I. You could say the same about keeping up to date on the status of my blog. Having finished with Dave, he tilted the laptop’s screen towards me. “Fix dis.”
So much for enjoying the happy glow of post-coital bliss. Not that Noom was in the least bit impressed. Or interested. And Dave, as the newly minted gay boy that he is, was busy perfecting his skills at being an eccedentesiast. On my part, I have to admit, as unplanned as it was, not blogging after doing so for three + years daily, had quickly become the norm. An enjoyable norm at that. And with a week still left of holiday time, dealing with an expired domain name was not something I was in a rush to do. Especially considering the company that surrounded me. Especially considering the company that surrounded me were both still naked. So I punted. “Fine. But I think somebody needs to put some clothes on first.”
Noom and Dave looked at each other, both assuming I must have meant the other guy; neither moved to take responsibility for the nakedness prevalent in the room. Much like with not blogging, the two of them giving each other the I Think He Means You eye had become the norm too. Granted, my mumbling a non specified utterance, like, “Turn over,” had become the norm too. Just to see which of them would take me up on the offer. But in this case, Dave figured that since we’d just freshly dispensed with his nakedness, Noom’s was probably that which had to go. Noom’s brain finally connected the dots and agreed. He pulled on his jeans. It was the least enjoyable disappearing act of the morning.
I probably should have instead gone with, “Fine. But somebody needs to take a shower first.” That too would have qualified as a non specified utterance. Even if Dave had just faked taking one. But I woulda meant Noom ‘cuz Noom tends to leave the bathroom door open when he showers. And that’s a tradition that the voyeur within me greatly appreciates. Although having just not showered with Dave and then almost immediately perving out over Noom’s naked, wet body probably wouldn’t have been the best move. I’ve only had a few days of practice, and that’s a balancing act that still eludes me. Or as Dave has already summed it up: “You’re just greedy.”
Guilty as charged. Good thing he loves me. Regardless of who that he is.
But on the plus side, with Noom no longer exposed and with Dave still making the occasional whimpering noise when he moves too fast, sitting down to deal with expired domain names and a blog left hanging in the balance has become the rule of the morning. Besides, it’s still raining outside. I’d not planned on posting too, but considering the aforementioned not exposed Noom, whimpering Dave, and rain, there’s not much else to do. Or since the bars don’t open in the morning, no one else to do either. And Noom will be happy to not only see that I’m still alive, but that his name just made it to a new post too. And since a happy Noom is always a good thing, maybe those damn jeans he slipped on will pull a disappearing act of their own.
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I’m not sure why so many low-brow on-line commercial enterprises attempt to get business out of placing spam adverts in comment areas of blogs and websites, but it’s a popular pastime. I average 100 spam messages a day, 99.9% of which my filter catches and quarantines. I used to skim through them before deleting the day’s catch, just in case a bona fide comment got tangled in the mess. That didn’t happen enough to make it worth my time, so I ignore them now and with a single click empty out my spam folder. But I still occasionally browse through them first, just to see what the current fad in spam is. Knock-off Michael Kors bags are big. And I don’t even know what Michael Kors bags are. Occasionally I run across a spam comment that I really want to reply to for one reason or another and thought I’d share a few of those today – with their web address links deleted – so that I could:
You’ve got a talent for words.
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Thanks – but I’m not a fan of chubby boys and chubby girls’ vaginas look suspiciously like week old tacos. So I’ll pass.
After I originally commented I seem to have clicked the -Notify me when new comments are added- checkbox and from now on every time a comment is added I recieve four emails with the same comment. There has to be a means you are able to remove me from that service? Thanks!
Awwww, you spammed a few hundred blogs and now your email inbox if filling with unwanted messages?
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Initially sentenced to only seven years back in 1974, he has spent the previous 36 years in jail, regularly adding to his first sentence due to a variety of offences committed whilst serving time.
Thank you but my past is not up for discussion.
My relatives all the time say that I am wasting my time here at web, however I know I am getting knowledge every day by reading such posts.
Do your relatives all know you’ve been reading a gay blog filled with photos of naked men?
They do now.
Oooops!
You realize, what have written?
Um, yes. That usually happens when you write something. Although obviously you aren’t partial to that talent yourself.
I don’t even know the way I finished up right here, but I believed this
post was once great. I do not understand who you’re however definitely you’re going to a
famous blogger if you are not already. Cheers!
Flattery will get you everywhere. Unfortunately that includes into a deleted spam folder.
I’m really enjoying the design and layout of your website. It’s very easy on the eyes which makes it much more pleasant for me to come here and visit more often.
Thank you! It’s nice to hear from someone who doesn’t object to my use of white text on a black background for a change. You just became my favorite reader.
Today, I went to the beach front with my children. I found a sea shelland gave it to my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She placed the shell to her ear and screamed. There was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear.
She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is completely off topic but I had to tell someone!
And as big of a fan as I am of stories about maimed children I was the perfect person for you to share that tale with. Mahalos!
An impressive share! I have just forwarded this onto a coworker
who had been doing a little homework on this.
And he actually bought me dinner simply brcause I discovered it for him…
lol. So allow me to reword this…. Thanks for the meal!!
But yeah, thanx for spending somme time to talk about this subject here on your site
Um, I’m guessing you and your co-worker are both dudes. And that dinner wasn’t a thanks but an I wanna do you.
12, voulez vivre, alors vous pouvez facilement vivre très facilement, mais si vous voulez vivre fatigué, il sera très fatigué. Si vous vous aimez, alors vous pouvez facilement vivre, si vous commencez à aimer d’autres personnes, la vie va commencer à s’emmêler, les gens fatigués.
Sorry. I only kiss in French.
It looks one women on their staff is enough.
That’s a good rule of thumb for any business.
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10 Monday Mar 2014
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inDepending on when and how you accessed my blog today, things may look a bit different than what you are used to. Unless I really screw things up – but then you won’t be seeing this anyway so we’ll just ignore that possibility. In any case, last month I did warn you there were some change coming. And as much as you may have hoped that meant no more black background with white text . . . well you’ve probably been wrong many times before in your life so at least that’s one thing that hasn’t changed.
If I get this right, where you used to see several posts with the newest at the top of the page you’ll now see a static page listing truncated content with links to the full articles listed. Ideally, this will allow you, as well as new visitors, to pick and choose the blog content you are interested in. Or more importantly, skip the stuff that is of no interest to you. There are several other good reasons for this change too. The most important being that I’m bored and want to do something different.
The downside – other than change, which I know some of you hate – is that I’m not really sure how any of this will play out. I thought I did, but have already found (I think) better ways of doing some of the things I wanted to do. Plus stuff I’d not considered. So don’t get too used to whatever happens today ‘cuz by tomorrow that could change too. If you really hate change you may want to just hold off and check back in another week. Who knows, by then I may have gotten bored with making changes, scrapped the entire plan, and gone back to what once was.
Content-wise, while I’m playing with formatting, posts this week may be a bit skimpy. I could takes the easy way out and just post pictorial articles, but despite what you may have heard I’m not easy. So I’ll be a whore instead – which you may also have heard of me – and link to a few other blogs. Today’s is a nice soft-porn entry from The Omniwhore from his visit to Bali, The Gay Happy Ending Story. I just hope that whatever form the new look for my blog takes ends a happily.
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2,000+ posts, 10,000+ pix, and 9,000+ comments later, this week marks the anniversary of a decision I made on a lark three years ago to become a blogger. Having already added the title of sex tourist to my belt, that seemed the only available step down left to me. The nice thing is, when you set the bar low enough, it’s easy to succeed.
It’s been a tumultuous year for Thailand. And for the gay Thailand message boards too. You’d think there’d be a connection there, but the country is still spinning along its merry path, even if to the outside it looks to be quite wobbly. Not so the forums. Regardless of the view, wobbly is a compliment these days. Two have folded, leaving three, and none of those is exactly what you could call healthy. Why? I have my own conclusion on that subject but I’ll save them for another day and another post. Because it’ my blog’s birthday and this post is supposed to be all about me. (We’ll just pretend this entire blog isn’t out of respect for the joyous occasion.)
But no man is an island – Boo Hoo’s blog too seems to have finally faded away into an oblivion of its own creation, without anyone noticing, and someone has to pick up the slack for over-using hackneyed cliches – and the sorry state of affairs on the forums does impact this blog. There are just not that many characters left to poke fun at. Which has always been a staple of this blog since its inception. Shame that. But at least I’ll always have homophobes to ridicule.
So expect less character assassination stemming from the message boards in the upcoming year. Unfortunately, for the large part, those left actively posting have no character worth assassinating. Undoubtedly there will be other change too. Though I can’t tell you what they are because this endeavor has never been a well-thought out one. There will be a few in format, I’m still tinkering so I’m not sure if that’ll be in a week or two or some where off in the distant future. And the gods only know what other little things my devious mind will come up with by then too.
More importantly, a big mahalo to those of you who have been clicking in to my little world over the last three years. I never realized how many masochists there are in the world. But I’m grateful that you are, and that you keep coming back for more of my abuse. So thank you. Especially to those of you who take the time to leave the occasional comment. Y’all make doing what I do worth doing. So you only have yourselves to blame.
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The problem for me when I run across a cool link is that while I know I should save it for my End of the Week post, like a kid waiting for Christmas morning the urge to dive into all of the gaily wrapped presents under the tree is just too great. I have no self-control. And never have had. Greedy little bastard that I was – an admittedly still am – as a child once those gifts started spilling out from the base of our family’s Xmas tree, my brothers and I, quite impressed with what we assumed were our expert-level gift wrapping skills, began opening gifts early, checking what was inside, and then re-wrapping them, to be ‘surprised’ come Christmas morning.
My folks never had a clue. Or so we thought the first year we played that little trick. The next Christmas all the gifts under the tree were absent of names on the gift cards. My folks identified them by numbers instead. So maybe we weren’t quite a sly as we’d thought. And Mom, despite being a fan of Dr. Spock’s approach to child rearing, was never above fucking with the minds of her little darlings. Salted in among those nameless presents were an assortment of WTF? gifts; the odd can of motor oil, an unexplainable Tupperware filled with dry cat food, a bottle of calamine lotion suspiciously wrapped a little too gaily.
Obviously, Mom’s bitch slap didn’t have a lasting effect. Maybe that’s why I prefer hooking up with bar boys in Thailand. You get to see your present unwrapped early. And that helps avoid those WTF? moments too. But I digress. Again. This post was supposed to be about a cool link that I just can’t wait until the end of the week to share. No problemo. Taking a page from my childhood, I’ll re-wrap it and present it again then anyway.
When I started this blog I purposely did not post a blogroll. No fool am I. Sharing the wealth is a communist idea. And the idea of communism has proven to be lacking. When you manage to lure a reader to your blog the last thing you should do is provide them with an easy escape. Well, the last thing you should do is provide them with an entire list of easy escapes. Or so I thought. But then other bloggers began listing my blog on their blogroll – and damn you Dr. Spock once again – I was raised to be polite. I know. But really, I was. So about a year ago I posted my own, noting at the time my primary reason for having not done so before was that too many blogrolls are filled with dead links and adding the task of keeping mine updated had prevented me from having one in the past. I thought that was a pretty good lie.
But all lies – good, bad, or totally unbelievable – come back to haunt you. As do the stupid things you did as a child during Christmases past. I got a bottle of calamine lotion from my mom for Christmas this year. I took her 50 years to get around to bitching about what rotten little children my brothers and I were. Fine. In the spirit of the holidays, I didn’t mention her frequent attempts at child abuse. And since Dr. Spock is dead and I couldn’t drop him an email to belatedly report her offenses, I decided to check my blogroll links instead.
Okay, so it was really about me doing my spring cleaning at the beginning of the year (which works well since then I have an excuse of being too busy to deal with resolutions instead). And it didn’t promise to be much of a chore since I’d just reviewed that lis of sites when I moved my blog from WordPress to the Sawatdee Network. During that move, I also dropped a few listings, primarily blogs that had been defunct for quite some time that, as good as they once were, absent new content didn’t seem to deserve the honor of being one of the places I provide readers to escape from my ramblings. This would be a good place for me to insert a quaint tale about the dangers of impulsive acts and not too well thought out decisions. But I already gave you a charming Christmas story today. And my ability to not act on my impulses is the overarching theme today anyway.
One of those defunct blogs that I dropped I originally included because it was what I always considered the best gay Thailand blog I’d ever read. In fact it was the muse that provided the impulse for me to begin my own blog. Just in case you are looking for someone to blame. In its heyday, it stood out from among the handful of blogs dealing with the gay experience in Thailand, blogs which, sadly, for the most part are no longer with us. Among others, Shamelessmac once provided an exceptionally detailed look at massage parlors and saunas, The Bitch of Bangkok once afforded us a personal glimpsed into the life of a young, gay farang and his experience in The Land of Smiles. And Bangkok of the Mind told the story of a farang, his Thai boyfriend, and the never-ending roster of young local boys said farang fell in lust and in love with.
Beyond the grumblings of the disenfranchised posting to the gay message boards, those blogs along with a small smattering of others provided an almost daily touchstone for those of us missing Thailand greatly while we planned our next trip. It was, one could say, the golden age of gay Thailand blogs with ample sources that both educated and entertained. And as each dropped by the wayside, they left a black hole in the landscape, and a yearning within me for gay-related content set in Thailand that wasn’t just about how cheaply you could score a young moneyboy in Pattaya. Or how greedy bar owners in Bangkok are for daring to charge $9 for a beer.
One of the remaining television broadcast channels just summed up 2013 with a presentation of the last twelve months as The Year of the Gay. Granted, gay rights took a huge step forward in 2013. But I hate to think we’re only worthy of a ‘The Year’ honor. I’m hoping we’re more in line for The Golden Age of Gay. Blog-wise, and Thailand specifically, as much as I miss the days of those great gay Thailand blogs, we may well be on the cusp of a new Golden Age of gay Thailand blogs. This last year, and even more importantly over just the last few months, several blogs that show great promise have popped up. And with Boo Hoo only posting twice a month, and regurgitating prior content at that – and yes, it’s a shame that as with Dr. Spock Dr. Kevorkian’s passed away too – things are looking quite rosy. None of which, other than as links in my End of The Week posts, was enough to get me too excited. Or to take the time to update my blogroll. Until I got that bottle of calamine lotion for Christmas. Which eventually led me to discovering that Bkkdreamer has begun posting to his Bangkok of the Mind blog once again. So without further ado – because a page and a half of ado is probably already more than enough – here’s an update to my blogroll and why each new listing has earned a spot thereon:
Bangkok of the Mind (http://bangkokofthemind.blogspot.com/) should not be my favorite gay Thailand blog. Most of the pix posted are twinky guys. But the pacing of the stories Bkkdreamer tells is hypnotic and the tales themselves captivating. For some odd reason. Not a lot happens in those stories, there is seldom a point to be made. And yet, good luck trying to tear yourself away. Occasionally there is a post about some young twinkish local celebrity, seldom anyone I’ve ever heard of. Never are there stories about attractions visitors to Thailand might be interested in. Nor is a word ever written about the usual gay hangouts in Bangkok and Pattaya. What there is is the on-going tale of the blogger’s unrequited lust for a series of young, local, and often dirt poor lads he befriends. Which still don’t sound like much. But give it a try and you’ll probably become as addicted as I am.
If you are familiar with Christian PFC’s postings on the gay Thailand message boards, you may think you’d do better to just skip ChristianPFC – Adventures in Thailand (http://www.christianpfc.blogspot.com/). But fortunately, at least to date, he has not included long lists of his daily expenditures. He does, however, continue to tell of his saga in trying to find the perfect boy (at a perfect price, which in his case is below the 300 baht mark). I know many in the message board community are weary of hearing about that facet of Christian’s stay in Thailand too, but those tales are filled with bits of information and observations you won’t find elsewhere. The real plus to his blog are his reports on places in Thailand he’s visited that are off the beaten path. And while I’m still not sure what to make of his recent somewhat scholarly post covering the intricacies of canine sex (but did get a laugh from the mental picture of Christian out trying to pick up Thai guys while busy taking photos of dogs fucking), I did enjoy his pictorial post of Christmas trees he’d run across in Bangkok. His blog is still somewhat new, but the mix of subject matter holds great promise. And should hold your attention too.
I’m told by MrE he’s gonna be updating 50 Shady Gays (http://50shadygays.wordpress.com/) more often in 2014 now that he’s finished writing his book. I hope he does. To date his posts are limited in number but are filled with observations that are gems, even if they are presented with an attitude somewhat less than sparkling. Consider this one:
The good thing about the passive aggressive Thai class system, is that anyone who doesn’t fit the desired aesthetic – i.e. Asian, white skinned, fake European plastic nose – is considered “low,” and therefore unattractive. This means you can have great fun fucking genuinely beautiful Thai people, who are considered to be ugly by their own people.
It’s a non-PC, no bullshit, rude, but honestly refreshing look at life in Thailand that’ll have many of the prissy queens who call The Land of Smiles home foaming at the mouth. But then the truth often hurts, now doesn’t it?
Having learned my lesson from dropping Bangkok of the Mind from my blogroll due it its lack of new content, I’m including a link to Thai Gay, I Am (http://thaiqueer.blogspot.com/) in hopes that it too will be soon resurrected. Written by a local gay boy who has a thing for farang, it’s a refreshing viewpoint from the other cultural side that we seldom get to see. Written from the perspective of a local, and for Thai gays, he provides an unique viewpoint of Westerners that can help you discover just why Thais do what they do. Which is often thanks to their misconception of farang. Kinda like our common misconceptions of Thais.
These four blogs each offer their own perspective on the Thailand experience for gay men. Other than Thailand as a subject matter, they share few things in common. As entertaining as they are, some might not share in your perspective of what Thailand is either. I know they don’t mine. What they do share, as different as each is, is a basic honesty in writing; opinionated as some of them may be, there is no attempt to deceive, there is no attempt to color what they share to make the blogger appear to be anything other than what he is. And in the anonymous world of the internet, that’s unique. There’s personal knowledge passed on in these blogs too, a familiarity with the subject that is difficult to fake. As some other bloggers who shall remain fameless- you’d think – would have come to realize themselves by now. Combined, they provide a well-rounded view of a place many of us have come to love, and in a manner that goes beyond what you can find posted on the message boards. I hope you’ll give them a try, and come to appreciate the work of these four bloggers as much as I do.
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Huh. Well this isn’t how I intended to celebrate my 2,000th post . . .
A week ago on Monday, WordPress, my blog’s host, suspended my account without warning. I found out about it the same way many of you did: when I tried visiting the site I got a message from WordPress saying the blog had been suspended for violating the company’s Terms of Service.
Much like when I was a child being scolded over some unknown infraction and my parents would say, “You know what you did!” as an explanation, WordPress was less than forthcoming about why my blog had been suspended. Several emails later I was told it was due to my having posted pornographic content. Since my blog was marked as mature to allow for nudity – and that was a regular feature on my blog for the last 2+ years – I questioned the decision and finally was told it was due to my last Stay In Bed Sunday post where the photo of a hottie’s penis exceeded WordPress’ limit on cock size.
Unlike Supreme Court Justice Stewart who said pornography is hard to define but, “I know it when I see it,” WordPress relies on a mathematical formula to know what is and is not pornographic. In WordPress’ world if the genitalia shown is 65% or greater than the immediately surrounding area it is deemed to be porn. I can only guess that someone with a small penis must have come up with that rule. But then 65% is an odd number even as a percentage. So that had to be a decision made by committee. A committee of men with small penises.
No problemo. Okay, small problemo. In suspending my blog WordPress also made it impossible for me to export my image files to a new home. Several more emails later I managed to convince a tech that part of that 65% no-no was foreskin and shouldn’t really count. I think he appreciated my argument that that was a discriminatory policy against uncut men. Or it could have been I lucked out and reached the one tech at WordPress who didn’t have a small penis. In any case, he agreed to unsuspend my blog for a few days to allow me the time to export my blog’s content to its new home. If you managed to click through to my blog during the later part of the week and got a striped down version, that’s why.
I don’t think the powers that be at WordPress are homophobic; I’m sure their love affair with small genitalia extends to vagina too. Not that I want to find out. But I will note that prohibiting a gay man from blogging on Halloween probably should qualify as a hate crime. While I may disagree with their opinion of what is and isn’t pornographic, I can’t fault a company who holds true to its corporate moral compass. When for $1 per month they are willing to take you by the hand and lead you to where you can see said pornography, their pillar of morality gets a bit crumbly. WordPress couldn’t handle what they considered a prodigious piece of manhood on their server, but for $13 was more than happy to redirect all of my blog’s old links to their new home. So any bookmarks you may have still will work. A least for a year. Though you may want to update those before next November.
I no longer believe in cosmic brownie points. As an official pornographer – and I am having business cards printed – the universe should condemn me. Instead, the angels descended and gave my blog a new home. I’d barely discovered my blog had been suspended before I received an email from Surfcrest, the new owner of Sawatdee Gay Thailand, offering me room on their server to host my blog. And Elephantspike jumped right in and handled all of the tech stuff, proving not only is he a nice guy but a geek extraordinaire. I’m sure I will be thanking them appropriately in the not too distant future with some incredibly snarky comment. Spike did 99.95% of the work in getting my blog back up and running again. Not to mention a lot of hand-holding through the process. It’s been a busy week. For him. Still, I really thought I’d use the blog being down as an excuse for a vacation from blogging for a while and thanks to his proficiency, I’m back already. So okay, maybe that karma thing really does work.
On the plus side, no longer being hosted by WordPress is a good thing. In the past they’ve deleted links I published in my End of the Week posts, content they disapproved of. And they prohibit even the simplest java scripts from running on blogs they host, which means bloggers can not use the millions of widgets and plug-ins available to everyone outside of the WordPress family. Design and layout-wise, things I’ve wanted to do with the blog in the past have not been possible. Now that’s no longer a problem. So expect some cool bells and whistles (but not annoying ones) to pop up over the next month or two. And lots of pornographic content too, of course.
What at first appeared to be a major blow to my blog’s future turned out to be a blessing in disguise. So for those of you who have dropped me a note pointing out that WordPress’ actions had to have stemmed from a complaint – possibly made by my ‘competition’ – at worst then I owe that person a big thanks. I’m pleased to have my blog’s new hosting home and to be the first blogger in SGT’s new family. And now I gotta go work on the aforementioned snarky post about Surfcrest and Elephantspike ‘cuz in my book it’s not enough to just be a pornographer, you need to be an asshole too.
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