Powered by Max Banner Ads “No One Likes A Clogged Pipe” by Mario Pinardi Isn’t swallowing considered recycling? I mean, you are saving tissues and a cum rag if you swallow, and if you add some berries – you have a protein smoothie! How hip is that? While I feel that we must do as much as possible to sustain our environment, I can’t help but think most people see being environmentally... 

Columbus Feeds My Oral Fixation by Mario Pinardi Who doesn’t love oral stimulation? I love to put tasty things in my mouth, whether it is a thick juicy cock or a thick juicy hot dog! I love food, and Columbus gives me a lot of food (and cock) to love. I have lived in other cities and the chow choices were plentiful, but Columbus has some of the most innovative cuisine creations that I have ever tasted.... 

Up and cummers by Mario Pinardi I miss the days of blowing men in bar restrooms or in bar parking lots. This was the only “gay” talent I had as a youthful homo honey in the 1980s. I was not a good decorator, I did not do drag well, I did not obsess over pricey Radko Christmas ornaments, and I did not have a sense of gay activism. I was never an “up and comer,” and I never wanted to be an “up... 

Hot and Bloody by Mario Pinardi If I really wanted someone to suck me, it wouldn’t be for blood. Gay boys and straight girls are way too obsessed with vampires and the made-up Hollywood stories that they are embalmed in. If you were to trick with a “true” vampire they would chomp your dick off or eat your clitoris. Duh. I understand the need for escapism (this is usually European porn for me)... 

by Mario Pinardi I would rather have amoebic dysentery then get stuck listening to an A-Lister tell me about their diet and their skimpy panties that they bought for an overpriced gay holiday. Am I jealous? A hater? No. I just find the topic banal and bourgeois. Unfortunately, this is typical conversation at any gay-centric Holiday party. Gay holiday parties are the best way to visualize the differences... 

Super Mario World by Mario Pinardi Who doesn’t love a hot naked man, shaving your man parts clean? Or, who isn’t hot and bothered by someone sucking your toes, one by one? Well, we all have those “buttons” that when pushed make our “kitty” purr and shoot love juice everywhere. There are many definitions on what “feeling good” means to a person. I could sit here and write a boring ass... 

Super Mario World by Mario Pinardi How many of you would define your community history as when you saw <fill in the name of a visible homo with money> pay for some cock stock last night? How many of you know who Harry Hay is? Or, what the Mattachine Society was? Or, even Pedro Zamora? I know history from a book can be dull, as can some history professors and some rambling queens, and history... 

What is a Gay Business by Mario Pinardi What stupid fuck labels a business as a “gay business?” I mean, we have openly gay business owners in our towns, and we have bars, stores and restaurants that are gay-friendly and gay-welcoming. My warped little mind really wants to open a true gay business – envision a huge building with all GLBT “flavored” services and merchandise. My vision for... 

Super Mario Taking a Test Drive by Mario Pinardi For me, a prerequisite for buying a car has been that my 6’3” body has to be able to have hot man sex in the back seat. Back in the day, I was one of “those” boys, so just call me “Rizzo.” Men and women use cars as a sign of social status, a mark of a social group and as a sign of aging. Think about your car, and think about your personal... 

Super Mario World by Mario Pinardi Pride, for me, is synonymous with another five-letter word: tired. Everything hurts on my body by Monday morning – my stomach, my liver, my ass, my lips, my feet and even, my dignity. I find Pride celebrations empowering, but yet, hilarious & exhausting. I know shame on me and bring on the hate mail. Pride celebrations are a dichotomous mixture of gay stereotypes...