Nothing goes better with alcohol, than sex. The two are like peanut butter and jelly, or bread and butter, except so much more satisfying. So come and get sexual with me in this edition of Let’s Get Boozy.
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Ok Crasstalkers. Let’s EDIT: GET DRUNK AND watch movies together.
We’ll figure out a date, maybe the second week opposite Book Club? and then agree on a movie to rent/stream/torrent/watch/drink/imbibe/partake together and liveblog the fun.
The movie can be artsy or foreign or a classic classic or a modern classic. Leave your suggestions in the replies and we’ll get this party started.
A few of us have expressed interest in forming a cross/crasstalk book club. While the logistics still need ironing out, the basic idea would be we all read the same title, and then have the option of discussing it online, or possibly with meet-ups in different cities.
Please let me know if you’re interested, or have any ideas.
EDIT – Also. Can you let me know what type of literature you’re into? And if a month to finish a book is a good amount of time.
Because SNFF sounds like an unreliable French railway
It all started when I was walking around Iceland, minding my own business. Suddenly, a tall skinny guy with white hair and a funny foreign accent came up to me and complimented my lips. I was overwhelmed with our instant chemistry and so I kissed him! Right there in the street! On the lips!
Then we went back to his place (it was kinda weird and remote, just like him – swooooon!) and had silent but passionate sex. When I woke he was gone, but there was an email from him on my blackberry! He missed me! But he had to leave because apparently he’s bringing down the oligarchical New World Order, or something? I don’t know, he wasn’t really clear on that. It seems very hush-hush.
Anyway. I don’t really know where we stand now because I just saw him on tv from London. He seems busy these days. I didn’t get any emails at all from him for the last three weeks. Hopefully now that he’s out he’ll email me again, but like I said, he seems busy. I may fly to Sweden though and try to catch up with him there. I hear he may be going there for business.
Well, if you made it this far, thanks for reading. I’ll keep you posted, and wish me luck! I really like this guy, he seems like a keeper.
Love, Codename:Stabby
See what I did there? I used “To Do” which is sort of a generic errand list headline and appropriated it for Gawker dating because these are also people that I would “do” under the right circumstances, in this case “do” implying “have dirty sex with,” because “do” is often used as…what’s that? Get the hell on with it because no one cares what I have to say and everyone just wants to see the pretty people? All right then. Ungrateful bastards. Continue reading
You know how sometimes you find that perfect guy, but he’s 52, gay, and lives in Hawaii and you’re 24, straight, and live with your parents in Hoboken? Well, compound that by like a million and that’s what it’s like to look at GawkerDating as a Married. Because it’s more than reading a post and getting to that point where you see that the sexual orientations or locations don’t match up; it’s reading a post and seeing that even if everything matches up, it really doesn’t matter, and all you can do is make a creepy comment about the softness of some guy’s hair or excellence of some girl’s rack. Which isn’t to say that you (OK, we) want it to matter, but it feels like it should, like everyone should be able to get in on the fun equally, up until you send a picture of yourself to someone who decides you’re not hot and stops returning your PMs. Because isn’t that what life and love are all about? Continue reading
Just putting this up for review. I am putting up something fun later tonight.
So here is the first #Crassyalk educational film from the propaganda ministry. Enjoy.
That’s right readers, writers, ponderers and scribes, we’re going big. BMC gave his blessing and everything.
So here’s the vision: we snark, we make light, we comment crassly. And from the best and most glorious of our witticisms and insights we (meaning I, Stabby) tweet our brilliance to the world.
Crasstalk: we broadcast your pithy genius to the world (anonymously, of course).
ETA: we need a good avatar. Anyone have any ideas? All I can come up with are pretty vintage dresses, so…
Here’s the thing about us all being such incredibly shallow bastards: Uh, we’re incredibly shallow bastards. We like photos, because looks matter, and while those who did post pictures turned out to be largely pleasant surprises, it’s impossible not to wonder what’s hiding behind those who are forgoing pictures in favor of a thousand words. Luckily, your favorite editorial assistant (I mean me, assholes) is here to decipher some choice words and phrases from actual Gawker Dating posts in order to help you understand who’s painting hot pictures and who’s basically spray-painting acne and man-boobs all over the place, using a little game I like to call “This is Where You Lost Me.” Continue reading