That is all.

I've been approached twice by photographers on the street (once in NYC, once in Miami) who asked first if I had a minute to spare, then snapped a couple quick shots. One gave me a business card, the other just took my email address and later sent me a link to his website. Both had very nice fashion photography…

These look like photos taken by any one of my friends as art school freshmen.

I see your point, but I still kind of think Paz's ass crack tastes like strawberry lemonade.

Yes, travelling to a foreign country and taking pictures of its citizens without consent is fucking creepy. That's, like, the definition of an asshole Western tourist. In my experience, there is one country in particular whose people are notorious for doing this in parts of Asia and Africa, but I won't name names.

So, in other words, they've been trying to get George to mate since 1972. I think the saddest part of the story is that his caretakers have been forcing him into hetero relationships for decades, when George is clearly gay.

This is the Coolibar Sunblock Jacket. Coolibar is an Australian company that makes all kinds of garments meant to protect you from the sun while being light enough to wear in blistering heat (like the Outback).

I have done a version of pugs.not.drugs' suggestion, with SPF on the tan part and self-tanner on the white part. Give the shoulder a spray of Neutrogena or Ulta brand tanner.

Katy should be forced to endure a Diamanda Galas concert as a lesson in true "weirdness" and outstanding vocal ability.

I'd rather sniff a gritty, artsy dude from any hood in Chicago over a waxed and tattooed Los Angelean. Well, except may Lincoln Park. We city kids always looked down on those yuppies.

That's the first thing I thought of, too! There's always a point during a friend's FTM transition when you realize, "X is really a guy now, X is no longer one of my kind." For me that moment has always involved witnessing changing sexual behavior.

This is by far the best list, on so many levels I wouldn't know where to start.

Wow, "Bringing Up Baby" is one of my favorite comedies yet I never heard that Jayne Mansfield had a real-life Baby! She is amazing and a sex goddess anyway, but that's just the icing.

My best friend and I kind of did this when we were, like, 21. It was a great way to get guys to leave us alone. "We wanna watch you guys dance! Here, we'll request a song." The song was always "Push It" by Salt-n-Pepa or that "It's Time for the Percolator" song.

THIS. At least when someone touches your ass on the subway, you can publicly shame them. "Watch out, everyone, there's a groper in this car! He's right there!" But nothing inspires blind rage like the "Hey, let's see that smile!" assholes. All I hear is, "Hey, I'm telling you what to do!"

I relate to this, and it's encouraging that you stand by your decision. I wish we talked about this kind of thing more, because I'm dealing with it currently and it is perhaps best summed up as a some ecards slogan:

"Almost nil" seemed like reasonable odds before I listened to Jaycee Dugard reading her memoir about getting snatched off the sidewalk by a guy in a car with a Taser. Now my mind automatically goes to the "bad guy with a Taser" scenario, which no one comes out of well.

The best part is by the time I'm getting sick of my office (and they're starting to think I'm an arrogant blowhard), it's time to move on.

Wow, you are awesome! I never worked as a dom, but my housemates in college did so I benefited from having "houseboys" around to do all our housework and cooking, and also the doms and escorts were sort of a sub-genre of the queer community and just a really tight-knit group of friends, which I was lucky to be a part…

Aww, not all self-employeds are small business owners!