Tag: dirty

This week sees the continuation of my ‘Things you’ve always wanted to know about men but were too afraid to ask’ series of videos. I’m still trying to come up with a shorter and punchier title — if anyone can come up with anything, let me know; I’ll credit you! After unearthing the true reason behind why men pick their nose, I now turn my attention to a wholly more juicy subject — showering. More specifically, why some men take…

I recently bought a new digital camera. Unlike the last, this one has video capabilities. As you can imagine, I’ve spent the last few days filming just about everything: birds, cats, my crippled sister, the undergrowth outside… and even myself. I’ve been brainstorming, trying to come up with some kind of video series that’s both interesting, and a good test of my ability. The video below is the result — it’s quick, it’s dirty (in one take!), but I think…

Good day! This week I’m trying something a little different. As one of the most regular and long-term participants in Lilu’s Too Much Information Thursday, I sometimes get the urge to spice things up. We only have so many gross stories to tell about ourselves after all! This week I’ve hacked Formspring.me into showing its questions and answers in the box below. If you can’t see them in your RSS reader, you need to visit my blog. As people ask…

These are my legs, Jesus sandals and shorts. Sorry for opening with such a picture, it’s unforgivable. But all will become clear as you read on… Being a man, body hair, schlong and all, there are some things that do not come naturally. Remembering anniversaries. Washing my hands after using the bathroom. And organisation, planning. Lists, I hate lists. I might come across as a deliberate, slightly-gay, well-measured guy that organises his books and DVDs alphabetically, and makes sure everything…

I need to begin this one with a little background information: I have gas; the internal, intestinal kind, the type that comes out both ends with startling regularity. I don’t know if it’s a male thing, windiness, or if some men get it more than others, but I do know that I have plenty. The reason for this is quite simple: I eat a truly diverse range of foods — often at the same time — and I drink plenty…

Vibrating anal love beads

Back in time again, to the beginning of my second year at university. The following action will actually take place in the same bedroom that would later be involved in the ‘Voyeur Mother‘ story. Again, Lilu’s blog has a bunch of other embarrassing Too Much Information stories, if mine doesn’t make you squirm enough — which I find highly unlikely. I looked down at plastic, pink spheres, graded in order of size, neatly strung together to form a chain of…