I Mean Who Needs Gay Porn When You Have These...

Not to belabor a point.

But Travis Jeppesen's invitations work me up.

They give me unchaste thoughts.

ALPHANERD @ PORK!! And then RUMMELSNUFF @ PORK!!

And the photos! See above.

Sometimes it's nice to just go and breathe in the bouquet of youth and sexual vibrancy, in that Hannibal Lecter kinda way.

I think the molecules take a few months off your age or something.

It's probably better than OMEGA-3s.

I had to go confirm some lovely FB people and yes, I took the "suggested Friend" from some nice person.

It always seems an iffy situation when someone suggests a friend.

Do you trust this person to order off the menu for you? Does anyone really know your taste? How do they know this person won't be horrified by my very existence?

I saw we had four friends in common so I went for it.

And he had a sexy name, so I figured maybe it'd be okay...

I never do anything on Facebook anyway.

I'm on for three seconds and off.

I don't do the applications. My computer won't tolerate them.

But I just like seeing the little avatars.

I like the huge self-serve by the pound candy aisle at the all-night WEGMAN's too.

It's that visual thing.

And people do post a lot of fun things.

I just can't keep up.

Get too overstimulated.

Travis looks to be a seriousasfuck savant curator, though.

I'd put all my mental money on his reading series.

I mean, if it were a casino or summat.

I bet some people bring exercise mats.

Things probably happen afterwards.

In the brain and elsewhere.

I used to go to poetry readings years ago and my #1 complaint was usually: NOT ENOUGH VAMPIRES.

Often, I was the only one.

Somehow I suspect Travis's series has a plethora of vampires. Literary vampires, true. But you can't have everything, now can ya?

No, you can't. You're not Marie Antoinette. Just shut up about that.

I'm going to go watch EWTN now. I think Mother Angelica has a few things to say to me about this train of thought.