Category: Gay

On “Guystats” a few days ago…

CITYBOY
City: Canada
Age: 24
Height: 6’1″
Weight: 180
Hair: brown
Eyes: blue
Dick Size: 11″
Ethnicity: English

FAKE
Um, yeah, too bad this is fake. Loser.
-fake
10/03/02 01:03 PM

???
Why is it that when guys see a nice big dick that they almost always think it is fake? They are the true losers…they’re just upset that they have tiny 4″ dicks.
-jay
10/03/02 01:39 PM

JAY
Jay – I hate to burst your bubble but this is fake – if you can’t tell that, then I’m glad I burst your bubble as someone needed to –
-JayMan
10/03/02 02:17 PM

NOT A FAKE BUT NOT THE USER EITHER
Hey guys….. Actually this pic isn’t a fake…matter o’ fact I have it in a magazine and the dick is real….unfortunately the guy that posted this ad is not the same person in the pic….he’s a porn model which like I said I have in one of my magazines….I think is stupid when people post pics of people other than thereselves….usually it’s an attempt to have unsuspecting men send their real pics to the user….ITS PATHETIC
-ME
10/03/02 02:31 PM

HEY ME
I’ve got a magazine at home that says Jackie had JFK killed – so that kinda shoots your theroy – who better to doctor a photo than a magazine looking for sales?
-Sure
10/03/02 03:51 PM

JUST PROVES THERE IS A SUCKER BORN EVERY MINUTE
Jay, the guy posting the pic is not the guy in the pic….get it??
-anonymous
10/03/02 05:02 PM

ILLITERATE, TOO
When did Canada become a city?
-Buckaroo
10/03/02 05:21 PM

LISTEN UP!!
u stupid trolls!! this isn’t a fake. this guy is one of my friends & i’ve seen it & it is all real. no wonder gays can’t get anywhere in the world. we as a whole r 2 bz trying to put & keep each other down. give it a rest u bitter queens.
-johnna
10/03/02 06:45 PM

AD
Well, I concure that this is a fake, I have the mag. also and it is no where that big. So, don’t chastise those trying to further the truth.
-nakedguy
10/03/02 06:56 PM

You guys have WAY too much time on your hands….
-anonymous
10/03/02 09:44 PM

JAY AGAIN…
well…maybe the guy that posted this ad is not the guy in the pic, however i believe the pic is real…thanks to the last poster who said “we have too much time on our hands”..so true…i hate the gay life …so many “bi’s” in denial…so many superficial assholes….just wish i liked women and could marry and have kids…this lifestyle is full of immoral perverts and “wanna-be” straight guys in denial…..HOW PATHETIC (i put myself in this category too..so much want to change, but at 35 yrs old…i don’t think so)
-jay
10/03/02 11:05 PM

A REAL FAKE
Hey guys this is a real fake. However if it is not send him right over.
-bob
10/03/02 11:25 PM

THE PICTURE
has been in many magazines and on many web sites. Don’t think the guy in the picture needs to post here for a date, so “Cityboy” probably posted it for laughs.
-boyeur
10/03/02 11:38 PM

WHO CARES?
fake or not, this is a *nice* picture!
-Patrick
10/04/02 12:49 AM

WHINY LITTLE TATTLETALES
SO FUCKING WHAT IF THIS PIC IS FAKE OR NOT, AND WHO GIVES A FUCKING SHIT WHO POSTED IT, I SHOT MY LOAD AND REALLY BITCHES, THAT ALL THAT MATTERS. As if any of you whiny, bitchy tattletelling bitches would have a chance in hell with this guy if you ever met him. Got nothing better to do than to whine like silly little girls, just like you did when you where children. Well know one thing loosers, that while you were crying to your mommy trattle telling, I was shoving my prick up somebody’s ass, or getting it sucked. OOH!!! what did I say??? Go ahead bitches tell my mommy too! -LOL
-The Truth!
10/04/02 03:07 AM

JOHNNA – GET A GRIP
If this guy was a friend of yours then you would know that he did not post this crap. You are full of it – in your dreams.
-anonymous
10/04/02 03:09 AM

JUST ONCE….
Just once I’d love the opportunity to deepthroat, swallow and anally receive an over 9″ dick. Biggest so far ( to the balls) was 8.5″. Toronto area 100% bottom here. Any volunteers?
-DeMouth
10/04/02 03:38 AM

FAKE OR NOT
fake or not, it’s quite nice to imagine having a go of it :))
-asian4bigmen
10/04/02 10:06 AM

I’LL SAY….
my my! i am a photoshop user, and edit a lot of digital stuff, and this is a really bad job!
-dangke
10/04/02 01:03 PM

ITS A PHOTOSHOP JOB
The last reply before this one is correct. If you all are detailed oriented and you’ve had as many cocks as i’ve had im my 15years in the life, you will notice that at the tip of this “FAKE JOB”, there is a hailo around the top that looks almost like a shadow and given the lights direction, cannot be psossibly produced in real life eccept in Photoshop.
-Sergio
10/04/02 01:53 PM

COCK EXPERT
….and berore you chastise the last critique, here some words to the wise. In this day an age, if you wanna get a date. AT LEAST BE FOR REAL!!!….Honesty will get you very far in life. Dishonesty would only give you and others a headache and maybe even worst.
-Sergio
10/04/02 02:01 PM

GOOD LORD!!
Wow! is that for real? It’s just wonderful, you’ve got a fan in Mexico City, whenever you want to come, you’re more than welcome!!!!!! Congratulations.
-Bruno
10/04/02 06:39 PM

YES – IT IS FAKE…..
.and not so sure I’d want to play with something like it! Looks like a whole lot of injected fat cells!……..but, the real fakes here are all these guys who post messages and are afraid to list thier names-emails-sites etc etc for fear of reprisals by other senders?.the guy you are attacking? what?…….post your site,a pic,whatever and be happy PEOPLE even LOOK at it……leave the insecurity at the door………….my ad is real,my pic is real, my profile is real, as are my name and addy here….the beauty of guystats is that we GET to post stuff for DISPLAY…………….accept whatever comes along and let it go at that………for fun or for serious intents…….whatever the reason behind it. Just remember that if you post fakes and eventually you DO hook up with someone,you only let yourself down because of it. Enjoyed all the commentary though…..this has to be the most messages I have seen in a while about a single posting. dova
-dova
10/05/02 08:04 PM

Today is my favorite day of the year. All at once the shadows are really long, there’s a little nip in the air, my garden is suddenly shaded. The colors seem more saturated, the scents more intense. It feels like everything’s going to sleep. I want to just stare out into my garden or at the shadows moving across my bedroom wall like a cat.

Speaking of looking, the Folsom Street Fair did not disappoint yesterday. In addition to the usual number of shaved weenies flopping about in the sun, we witnessed several seemingly illegal and audacious displays of exhibitionism. One guy, shaved muff–what is with the shaved muff? It seems like the desire to reveal is taken to the extreme, but it’s so not enticing visually or texturally–anyway, there was this guy with the shaved oiled body stroking his flopper right there in the noon-day sun! A crowd gathered around him and he eventually squirted, or rather dribbled, with a little squeak, a trembling of the body, and a “Happy Folsom, Everybody!” The crowd clapped politely and moved on to the next dude…

This guy had a body the color of a greased doughnut, shaved muff again, and one of those downward-hooked honkers that seem like they couldn’t actually be inserted into anything without a great deal of acrobatics and extreme flexibility. He led around a woman on a little leash, and she photographed him as he oiled and stroked his very tightly circumcised downward-hooked thingy. No money shot for this guy, but lots of sincerity and good posture.

It was thrilling to see and smell all that hair and flesh and cowhide, but penises just look silly in broad daylight, and especially those god awful shaved things. Does anyone like having sandpaper banged against his butt? Thank god for BC’s glorious uncoiffed muff pie.

I just go my hair cut for Ann Miller, at Louie’s, on Castro. My jolly red-haired beardresser undressed me with his eyes while I waited, and practically shaved the guy’s head that he was clipping to get to me before the other hairdressers. As soon as I sat down he rubbed my beard and said “Mmmmm, what a niiiice beard—oooh.” I turned beet red, as I typically do when anyone talks to me, so you could imagine the shade of purple I turned when he then said, “Oooh, yeah, I want all of your heads to turn red…” I was in a porn film, a bad one, at Louie’s Barbershop. Throughout the clipping, which lasted 15 minutes longer than it should have and the removal of most of my hair, his furry red flesh spilled over and into my chair, “Ooooh, yeaaaaah, uh huh… mmmmmm” whispered into my ear.

Big Chrissy and I made it to the gay parade today. It’s been several years since I’ve attended the festivities, and usually the experience is fairly consistent year after year, but it seemed really different this time. I think that the idea of a gay movement doesn’t mean that much to anyone anymore. In the mid 80’s and 90’s, when everyone I knew was dying and the community was so united in protecting and helping each other, the parade had meaning. We were united and we were going to survive, and we were going to have a lot of fun, too. All of the sudden it seems, there’s no more urgency, we’re just proud. I see the gay community now disintegrating into little pockets of sexual preferences and single colors on flags. Proud to be a bear or a twinkie or a dyke or a femme or a leather daddy, etc… There’s even a community and support network for guys who don’t wear underwear. Free-ballers. Nancy Sinatra and Ian McKellan rode by in their convertibles and everybody roared, and they were pretty fabulous to see, but there was Harry Hay, the founder of the gay movement, and no one even recognized him. History is just history now. We aren’t making it anymore, there’s nothing to fight for. When a pro-Palestinian contingent passed, the crowd around me starting booing them. One guy angrily yelled “Why aren’t you carrying an American flag?” My gay brothers and sisters could no longer identify with or support the other. And they were proud of it.

Sure there’s still prejudice and discrimination against gays, but we’re an economic force with GAP ads.

I just took a little walk down the street, into the chaos that’s developing on Castro. Scantily clad go-go boys in the window of All American Boy gyrating and beckoning to the passers-by, a gaggle of leather clad daddies in front of Daddy’s, dancing bears—and me shopping for DVD’s at Tower. I can’t remember exactly when the term “pride” came to encompass the entire celebration and activity surrounding the anniversary of the Stonewall riots, but I miss going to the “Gay Parade.” That’s what it was when I first moved out here in 1984, actually, it was called the “International Lesbian and Gay Freedom Day Parade.” Freedom meant something to me then, coming from Pinson, Alabama, where you didn’t walk down the street with your boyfriend in bottomless chaps. In my first parade I was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people who were so much weirder than I, dressed outrageously, having so much fun, being themselves, and feeling free. We could be ourselves and celebrate our differences, and feel safe and loved and welcomed.

At a parade with Manny one year, he suddenly leaped into the street and joined a flag corps at the tail end of the parade, grabbing the lavender flag from a much-bemused carrier. He waved that flag and danced in the street and kicked up his heels and laughed and sang. It was beautiful, to see him so free and happy, almost delirious. And in the middle of Market Street. At that moment I thought that there was no way that a soul like that could ever be repressed. Or die.

I’m not particularly “proud” to be gay. I’m proud of how I’ve helped raise my stepson, of what I’ve given to the art community, of how I care about other people, of how I’ve eased the suffering of my friends who’ve died. I’m not proud to be different, I’m just awfully glad.