People die every day. It’s tragic, but true. And every day, those of us who live might pass up death by a matter of minutes. It’s startling how quickly fate can change.

Tonight Rodney was taking Petey on a walk. Petey stopped at the mailbox next door and sniffed it out. He loves to sniff everything, especially at this house (which is empty, by the way). 20 minutes later, we heard this horrible crash. A driver had went up onto the sidewalk, mowed down that very mailbox, and then came to a stop a few feet past it.

We don’t know if he was drunk or not, but the amount of police cars that came suggests he was. The mailbox was busted right off its post, and there was glass and car parts everywhere.

What if Rodney and Petey were there when that car struck? Rodney could have possibly been killed, or at minimum, seriously injured. And our little doggie Petey would undoubtedly be torn to shreds.

It’s very scary if you think about it. What a difference 20 minutes makes. What if Rodney had waited a little later to go out? He could have been distracted by a phone call, by a TV show, or even by me. Anything could have changed his fate, but thankfully, it didn’t… and nobody died tonight. At least not here.


Some random facts about sex:

- Drinking a glass of pomegranate juice each day increases blood flow and helps prevent prostate cancer. In addition, studies have shown that men who started drinking a glass of it each day has more frequent, harder erections. It also helps reverse erectile dysfunction. Bottom line: drink your pomegranate juice! There are many rewards to it. (Sidenote: If you suffer from erectile dysfunction, it can actually be a sign that your blood flow is blocked, which could mean more serious problems with your heart. Get it checked out!)

- A 50mg tablet of Zinc taken each day helps keep your immune system healthy to fight off a cold or flu. My friend Lewis recommended it to me last winter, and I haven’t been sick since! But as a bonus side effect, it can also make you produce more semen. ;)

- Americans have the least frequent amount of sex. The average couple has sex 85 times per year, while people in Europe have it around 105 times per year… that’s twice a week, every week!

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With a vote of 23% in the poll, readers chose the gluteus maximus as their favorite physical feature on a man. The cock n’ balls came in at a close 2nd place, and at times was tied with the face and/or lips.

So without further ado, let’s celebrate the ASS…


Let’s take a trip in the time machine back to the 1950’s.

Guys were the “man of the house” and the women were just there to cook and clean. God forbid they should have any say in the decisions or choices.

Now fast forward to 2007. I’m upstairs working when I hear the doorbell, proceeded by knocking. Everyone knows to call ahead before coming over, including neighbors, so I knew it couldn’t be any of my friends. As usual, I ignore the door, knowing it’s nobody I want to see.

The knocking and doorbell ringing continued, so I began to worry that maybe one of the neighborhood kids was injured and needed help. I came downstairs and opened the door to find a man dressed up in a suite, a big shit eating grin on his face.

“Hi, are you the man of the house?” has asked, extending his hand forward.

“Oh, does that mean my partner is ‘the woman’?” I asked sarcastically.

I slammed the door in his face and went back upstairs. Ugh.

I know I was being harsh, but that’s so obnoxious to assume every man must have a wife. Rodney and I treat each other as equals and we’re both the men of the house.

Furthermore, even if I did have a wife, I wouldn’t call myself the “man of the house” because I feel like that’s belittling to them.


“I don’t know many Irish people, but then again, I don’t hang out in bars.”

Who said it?

It was me. Yes, I’m terrible. And yes, I was joking.

But you should have been there. The timing and context was perfection.

(Sorry, Mr. Bee. But you know you had it coming for that dildo joke.)


I recently had a dream that took place in a secret garden. Like so many of my dreams, it took place in the past tense, in my hometown, when I was a teenager.

In this particular episode, I was standing outside the entrance in a t-shirt that stopped just past my balls. I’m not someone who would ever go to a nudist type of place (sorry Lewis), so I was very nervous. There were 2 girls I knew sitting in the grass, telling me to come in. I hesitated, feeling shy that everyone would see my package.

“Don’t worry,” one of them assured me, “nobody’s paying attention.”

Then I saw two guys from my school. Jock types, football players. They were standing there naked and they leaned in to kiss each other. I was just inches away from them.

My t-shirt started to protrude out and I felt embarrassed. I tried to make a joke to pass off my raging hard-on.

“Well, I guess this t-shirt isn’t going to cover much now,” I said. The 2 girls giggled, agreeing with me.

The next thing I remember was being inside the garden. It was like a different world. Everyone there was someone I knew when I was in school. Oddly, I felt accepted in this garden, whereas I never felt accepted in school.

That’s all I remember.


Inspired by Daniel’s post, what’s your favorite part of a man’s body? Choose from the poll below. Votes are completely anonymous.

polls
His Eyes
His Face (and/or Lips)
His Chest (and/or Nipples)
His Arms
His Armpits
His Abs
His Dick (and/or Balls)
His Ass
His Legs
His Feet


Some of the best advice my Mother ever gave me was to moisturize daily. What gay man doesn’t agree with that?

For the longest time, I was doing it all wrong. You see, I was cursed blessed with oily skin, which is good at keeping away wrinkles, but bad if you plan to leave the house. So I used very harsh products on it to dry it up as much as possible, and was often scrubbing it. Above all, I avoided moisturizers of any kind, as I thought they would produce more oil.

Wrong.

Actually, the more you scrub your face, the more it goes into panic mode and produces oil. So I was actually making my skin shinier by torturing it.

I finally got it right and have started using a moisturizer nightly. It’s slowly recovering now and looking better.

I’ve been using Olay’s Age Defying Anti-Wrinkle Replenishing Night Cream. It smells good, is just the right consistency, and does the job. It’s pretty affordable too. I got it on sale for $12.

What do you use to keep your mug moisturized?


I’ve often said I wonder who is reading my blog behind the scenes. Last week, I opened up commenting to everyone, and found the answer.

SPAMMERS. Yay!

Apparently spammers think I am hot to trot. During peak times, I receive up to 100 spam comments per 5 minute time span. What are they promoting? The Disney Channel. Yes, really.

So I’ve installed spam software to filter them out, and it actually does a pretty good job.

Now that I know my core audience is spammers, let’s get to know each other a little. Don’t just love me and leave me. Let’s stay and talk awhile. Tell me more about yourself, aside from your insane obsession with The Disney Channel. What’s your favorite color? What’s your sign? What kind of music do you like?


When I went to bed last night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something negative was right around the corner. I couldn’t sleep, and at 6AM, I looked at the clock and sighed. Restlessness is just plain annoying.

I finally did get to sleep, and woke up around Noon. Purr Purr was cuddled up against me. The sun was shining through the blinds and it seemed like a beautiful start to the first week of Fall. What could possibly go wrong?

Nathan Exposed… gone.

I went to my computer and found out this site was gone without a trace, and had been replaced with a straight porn site. I got an e-mail from my friend James and he asked if I’d shut down my site. What a sad thought, to ever imagine leaving this place.

After some digging, I found out my domain name had expired. I didn’t know it, and I hadn’t renewed it. Usually there is some type of notice when a site is due for renewal, but I never received one. So now it was gone.

The thought of losing this place really made me sad. It’s so much more to me than just a site. It’s a place I go to say what’s on my mind, and share it with others.

I finally got it worked out and several hours later, it was live again.

The soulless ex-employer

Next was an e-mail from my ex-employer. When I quit, I left there on positive terms and they had hired me to do some freelance work this summer.

Well, when my Grandmother died last month, I wasn’t able to make a deadline for a project. I explained what was going on and why I wouldn’t be able to make his deadline, and he could care less. He didn’t even offer his condolences for my loss.

I told another employee about the incident and divulged that this person’s behavior had really hurt my feelings. It isn’t all business all the time, we are human beings afterall.

She said she’d talk to him and get it smoothed out. She assured me that he would apologize when he realized how he’d acted. Well, things didn’t go that way.

Today she e-mailed me and said they would no longer be using my services since I was hurt by the way he had acted. WHAT THE FUCK? How did I lose a client over the way HE acted?

Meanwhile, that jerk-off STILL didn’t apologize or even acknowledge his behavior after it had been brought to his attention.

When it all first happened, I could chalk it up to a misunderstanding. Maybe he didn’t realize he’d been that way.

But after she had told him about it, and he cut me off from providing the services, it was clear that he intentionally ignored the death in my family and as a result, I lost a freelance job because of it.

It doesn’t make sense for someone to be so cruel. I’ll never understand some people. What did I do wrong?

EXCUSE ME FOR TAKING TIME OFF FOR A FUNERAL!!!

Anyway, it’s all over and done with. I’ve said all this so that I can let go of it. Tomorrow’s a new day, and my precious blog is back where it belongs, so I can continue to “expose myself” here.