Man Cave Reading Material

I vote for more magazines like this for the dirty ape in all of us.

Funky Review

A few funky posts you may have missed:

How I Feel In Love with White Men

Dream of a Sexy Black Man Living AIDS

When Cocksuckers Aren't Gay

Somebody to Love Me and My HIV

Wanted: Someone with the Guts to Love Me

My Whole Other Blog

Dear Buddy

Finger Lickin' Living

What the Funk?

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Get the Funk in Ma Face

Why do I blog on this funky lil' blog?

To be America's Next Top HIV-Positive Model.

To be a man who's changing the face of AIDS.

To teach the young and the poz how to be sexy, confident, comfortable, poz.

To vent my anger about the gay world, where there's so many men, so little sensitivity.

To tell the world, I'm not gay, just jock crazy.

That's why I blog on this funky little blog.

BBC: Big Black Cognition

Sometimes I think with my bigger head, like when I write for my Sapien Homo column on my author blog.

Why, I can even dream of men and still not think with my little head, like when I write my column, Jockin': Homos in Sports on my author blog.

Still I admit: I'm a male sexual dawg. But I'm also a dog owner, which you can find out about in my author blog column, When In Doubt, Pet the Dog.

Who knew my big head could be so useful, too!

What the Funky Faggot Really Wants

I just want to be loved.

I just want to be held.

I just want to be cherished.

I just want to be accepted.

I just want to be held.

I just want to be loved.

I just want to be read.

I just want to be needed.

I just want to be held.

I just want to be loved.

Who Loves Me

Where else do I feel beautiful while sleeping alone night after night?

How else do I see myself as sexy, if I don't see myself as sexy?

Who else will show the world I'm lovable, if I don't show the world I'm lovable?

Where else will I be portrayed as cute, funny, sexy and romantic, if I don't upload photos of myself on my own blog?

Who else will love me, if I don't love myself?

The Sex Remains the Same

You’d think hooking up would be easier in the Internet age.

In the past, you had to leave your house to hunt for a suitable mate, meaning it could take hours, even longer, to find whatever gets you through the night.

Nowadays, you don’t have to leave your house, but hunting for a suitable mate still takes work: answering all those detailed questions by a stranger who may or may not be telling the truth, meaning it could take hours, even longer, to find whatever gets you through the night.

Sex. The more life changes, the more sex remains the same.