No Homo? No, Homo!

I received this picture of the brothers of Sigma. I assume we are referring to Phi Beta Sigma based on the blue boots.

The Brothers of Sigma

Now, I know some Sigmas, and baby, they don't look like this. First of all, they must have told all the fat or out-of-shape brothas to stay home.

Second get into the cakes on the one to the far right. I would bet good money that he has been passed around and gutted by at LEAST half of the other dudes in this picture. Plus he looks pissed off and you know how Mutha LOVES an angry bottom!

Third, get into the cum gutters!

And the peek-a-boo bushes!

I would bet that many of these guys would try to fight you if you suggested they were gay gay and DL unclockably gay anything but rabidly heterosexual men. Maybe they are in bizarro world, but bravo to the obviously gay stylist who convinced them to take this picture.

Dude: You sure this won't make us look gay?

Stylist: Nooooo! Women LOVE seeing a hint of bush and your cum gu... I mean your ab muscles!

Dude: Is this enough?

Stylist: No, lower, please!

Pass around party bottom Dude: But why I gotta show my ass and look mean?

Stylist: Um, that's the new style in sagging jeans, instead of showing boxers, you show skin.

Dude: You sure this ain't gay?

Stylist: Not even a little!

The Midnight Sun

Presenting...

My new blog! Not a whole lot different from the old blog, except you can now find it at themidnytsun.blogspot.com.

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night

The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height

Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight

I could see the Midnight Sun

I can't explain the silver rain that found me - or was that a moonlight veil?

The music of the universe around me, or was that a nightingale?

And then your arms miraculously found me,suddenly the sky turned pale,

I could see the Midnight Sun

Was there such a night, it's a thrill I still don't quite believe,

But after you were gone, there was still some stardust on my sleeve

The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, and the stars forget to shine,

And we may see the meadow in December, icy white and crystalline

But oh my darling always I'll remember when your lips were close to mine

And we saw the Midnight Sun

Music by Lionel Hampton and Sonny Burke, lyrics by Johnny Mercer, sung by Ella Fitzgerald

This song encapsulates everything that I am and everything that I am searching for. THEMIDNYTSUN is perfect as my new alter ego.

I Know You Not Touchin' My Mannequin!

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