i've always wanted to be one of those superbly goateed macho marys with brains. packed with 101% muscle and perhaps 5% intellect. i'm currently at 30% muscle and 5% intellect. the good thing is that i've already attained half of that requisite. now if only i could combine binary fission and simple diffusion together and sort of reproduce and then spread out the percentages....

as for the goateed part, it's a bit more of a hassle. being chinese, i seem to have this inability to grow facial hair on the cheek and jaw area. come to think of it, i have more pubic hair than facial hair on last count. and this is inclusive of the fact that i do trim occasionally. but then again, it's nothing that cosmetic surgery can't solve, what with hair transplants being all the rage these days.

thus it was with great pleasure that i found some art done by a gay japanese artist named Kei Chang. found while surfing for homo hentai, no less. it's silly enough to drool over pixelated pictures of naked men. so what's it then, to be creaming your pants over manga style pictures of hunky japanese gay men (and they're not even nude)? Keichang even managed to come up with a picture of a Starbucks barista looking really hunky and hot (and we're not talking about coffee here). apparently, i do have the steams and the hots for them people in green and black. maybe it has something to do with waking up in the morning (after sex), to a cup of grande latte. or maybe it's just the staff discounts.

still, the art is so damn good that for some reason, it makes me feel like munching on those single yet elaborately-wrapped japanese snacks (which is what i'm doing now). and thus with snacks and plenty of carbs in tow, i began my google-quest for more of such artworks. i was pretty sure that some good homo hentai could be found. i figured that if there were things like the Gay Plumbers/Milkmen/Firemen/Dancers/Chippendales Alliances in the U.S. and A, a Gay Artists Alliance would be a no-less. afterall, there are quite a considerable number of gay artists all over the world (the boyfriend being one of them).

sure enough, i found another brilliant artist who's artwork was worthy of orgasms. to top it off this one's british some more. to digress a bit, it's almost every singaporean's (irregardless of sexuality) dream to attain a foreign accent. the maitre d' at posh restaurants give you the better wine list, you get better service at the atas boutiques, even the hawker centre auntie downstairs gives you extra gravy/fishballs/soup/chilli/clams/eggs/etc. (which basically translates into extra calories) out of a good heart and aural pleasure from your accent.



britdoodz (warning! contains male nudity, not that i'm complaining) has really excellent hand-drawn artwork. so witty some more. it's really great when you find something gay-related and humorous on the internet that isn't gay-bashing at all. not that there are a lot of crystal meth users in singapore, so it's a tad bit difficult to relate to the gay community and drugs. but we have poppers, and for that we should be extremely grateful (*sniiiiiiiiiiff*).

still, 101% muscle and being a muscle mary/mariah/may/marianne (i personally prefer to be a Muscle Magdalene) is a global thing. everybody understands muscle when they see some. and apparently, after all the stress and the munching of japanese snacks while typing this post, 30% of muscle has prolly dropped to like 25%. enough to warrant an immediate gym session. now nobody understands what the shit i'm talking about.

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