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Sight seen in Cleveland…

Why the Pope REALLY resigned…really!

Sign seen on Industrial Place just off Sunny Dunes, a gay strip in Palm Springs. Pope’s joint here seems to be a het titty bar. Who knew his holiness dabbled in such ventures? Interesting times.

K9 Warning! Sight seen in Mendocino County.

Sight seen outside a storage facility in Ukiah, in Mendocino County in Northern California. Back in the day, the NorCal economy was based on logging, plus fishing on the coast, some fruit and nut farming and some sheep and cattle ranching. Now, it’s vineyards in Marin, Sonoma and South Mendocino. Further north, Mendocino, Humboldt and Trinity counties comprise “the Emerald Triangle” – world-famous as a center of 420 culture, and prosperous due to an economy based on Marijuana cultivation.

What does THAT have to do with THIS photo? Let us translate. In the local jargon “This facility is used frequently as a training ground for law enforcement K-9 units” means “Don’t store your inventory here.” Word to the wise, no shit Sherlock and Duh! Enjoy your day and don’t let the doggies getcha!

Love beats H8: “Marry Me, Man!” – Phelps family horrified, natch…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Groovy! I think he is going to say yes. The Phelps don’t like it, though. Poor things. Photo via cool vintage gay singer/songwriter Blackberri and the Son of Baldwin blog – the literary, socio-political, sexual, pop culture blog live from Bedford-Stuyvesant.

Lunar New Year of the Snake Misfortune Cookie. Gung Hay Fat Choy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes you consume the snake. Sometimes the snake consumes you. Cookie via Cookie Misfortune. For Malaysian Homoerotic Sandwich Cookies, click here.

Snake Penis Wine. Really. Gung Hay Fat Choy!

One of several penis wines intended to increase potency. Dog and deer are also popular, as is the special three-penis combination. Do the PETA people know? Or are they still too busy throwing water balloons at bikers? Gung Hay Fat Choy! 2013 is the Chinese Lunar Year of the Snake.

NOT Gay. Just Happy…

Rainbow Ranch. Not Gay. Just Happy. Sight seen on CA State Hwy 16. But what does it MEAN? William Burroughs said that “language is a virus from outer space.” Well said, Bill! Wait… Did I say THAT?

Please Help! (Happy Birthday, Big Gay Al…)

Sometimes the line between needy and greedy is thin. Sometimes, it’s thick. Happy Birthday to pal of this site Big Gay Al!

What happens when you win the Rat Race…

You win the rat race; you’re still a rat. But rats are after all successes of evolution. Cockroaches, too. Humans? An evolutionary blip. Hair today. Gone tamale. C’est la vie. C’est la Guerre. Tout le Monde manges pommes de terre. Sight seen at Stanford University. Thanks, A.

Which Pervy Parisian Cafe would YOU prefer?

Thanks to friend of this site Jake Hale, who says he might stop in to visit Calm Papa before making his way to Daddy Whips A Lot. Original Photos by Gerard Koskovich, who adds:

Two cafés just two minutes apart on the rue Pierre-Lescot in the Les Halles district. Le Père Fouettard (Father Whips-a-Lot) is the demon who comes in place of Père Noël (Father Christmas, aka Santa Claus) to punish little girls and boys who have been naughty all year. He’s the French equivalent of the Alpine folk figure Krampus. If that scares you off, you can always have your coffee up the street at Au Père Tranquille (The Calm Father)