Check out this episode of Homorazzi Hawt Topics where the boys discuss current news about gay marriage in the US and Britney’s recent “smokin'” concert in Vancouver. This week’s episode features host, Jonny Staub with Brian, Dan, Kevin and Stephen.
To celebrate Jamie and Patrick’s appearance for their store, masc, on Breakfast Television today, we’re going introduce another cast member. Jamie is the one with the cool South African accent. If you’ve read any of his posts, you’ll already know that Jamie is a fan of the gym, loves his two dogs and hates psychopaths. Out of all the cast questionnaires, Jamie’s response about his favorite childhood memory cracked me up the most. Enjoy the read!
What is your Horoscope Sign?
What is your Dream Job?
I didn’t actually know this type of relationship existed until a few weeks ago when I came across this article from the New York Post. Suddenly, everything was clear and it explained why my relationship with my current BFF was the way it was. In my opinion- although this type of relationship is possible- the challenging part is finding the perfect balance.
By Danica Lo
JAY was the perfect boyfriend handsome, charming, called me every night, took interest in my interests, remembered all the little things I’d said.
Except he wasn’t. My boyfriend, that is.
In a city teeming with emotionally unavailable men, he was a rare specimen of amazing but when I caved in and fell for his smile, clockwork reliability and the comfort of our easy rapport, I got punked.
Meet Mr. Fromance.
The “fromance,” a term coined by Glamour.com “Slaves to Fashion” blogger Tracey Lomrantz (Reader’s Dilemma: “I’m in a Fromance!”), is a friendship-romance with a guy a unique relationship that’s comfortable, consistent, easy, full of the possibilities of “What if,” and, ultimately, sexless.
It’s the “When Harry Met Sally” of 2009. “We’ve known each other for nearly 12 years and have shared countless laughs and bottles of wine,” writes Lomrantz about her fromance partner, Eric.
Since today is Easter Sunday, we’ve decided to highlight Kevin who seems to have become our resident religion expert. Kevin has stated numerous times that he’s quite opinionated so when I stumbled across this picture, I immediately thought it was perfect image for this post. You’d be hard-pressed to ever see Kevin not in a good mood; he’s always smiling and laughing his head off. If you’ve read any of the other “Introducing…” cast member series, you’ll notice most of them give short answers. But, true to form, Kevin’s responses to these questions are some of the longest. LOL. Just bugging Kevin.
What is Horoscope Sign?
Sagittarius- though just barely (apparently I’m on the Scorpio/Sagittarius cusp… whatever that means).
What is your Dream Job?
I would love to own a winery.
I went to the doctor this week and found out that I have “Acute Bronchitis”… it’s hella lame and makes it kinda hard to breathe. Regardless, within 10 days, and with a little help from mr. Antibiotics, it should be all gone (cross your fingers.)
It should also come as no surprise that I’m out of commission and am enjoying lighter activities ‘til I’m back to full health. This afternoon- while walking the Seawall with my girlfriend Sandra- we had a bit of a break through.
Both of us being single at this point in our lives agreed that a relationship (or a “conventional one” for that matter) isn’t in the immediate cards for us.
GAS, we all have it, and those that “don’t” are lying. When food is broken down by our digestive system, gasses are released and expelled. Just because it is a natural process, does not mean that there isn’t etiquette that should be practiced when we fart. Let’s face it everyone, it stinks and no one wants to smell it. Even if you think yours doesn’t smell too bad, trust me, others will disagree. Plus, consider how we go about sensing odors: basically, the gas particle from someone’s butt is entering your nose, makes contact with your olfactory cells and is then sensed by your body. Not exactly romantic, is it?
Farting was funny on occasion when you were a kid, and at one point I’m sure everyone was blamed for a smell they did not emit, or blamed someone else for the bomb they dropped. Some still think farting is funny. But, as we get older, I think everyone can practice some control of our gas- most of the time anyway. I think it’s likely unhealthy to try to hold it in too long, and gas will happen, but we should try to be kind to others and act responsibly.
Let me just say this, I am a total knowledge freak. I wanna know shit, and I’ll ask just about anyone. In fact, a few years ago, one of my ex-boyfriends said that a key attribute of mine that constantly drove him nuts was that I had “so many questions.” I still say the break up was mainly his fault because he was a backwards tool and overall schmuck (circa 2007).
But I digress…
While randomly flipping through some newspapers/magazines/online dailies for my weekday radio show, I came across some very useful knowledge. Or at the very least, a convo-starter when you’re hammered and have nothing to say to the guy that you’re interested in but who’s unfortunately boring, but “hotandnowwhatamIgoingtosay…”
It’s all about men:
* The average man gets FIVE boners each night. (Lucky us!)
Last Friday night was SUPPOSED to be an “easy one” in for the Homorazzi cast… then, we found out our studly friend Jeff was beer boying at 1181 so we thought we’d head down for a quick drink there. Ten minutes after that decision was made, we were informed that Landon was djing at Maxine’s Hideaway… so we figured we’d throw that into the mix. And, as I’m sure it’s happened to many of you before, one thing led to another and suddenly the O was the final destination for the evening. So, after a magnum of some terribly low-priced wine, we headed out for 3 dollar shots of fireball and the infamous Odyssey free-pour. As friends dropped off and found their own warm bodies for the night, one writer was left alone to his own machinations… which apparently meant heading home with a 30-something ginger he’d met the weekend previous. What follows is the conversation between said writer and a fellow Homorazzite via iPhone texting the following morning as he awoke to the nightmare of all nightmares. Enjoy the misery!