Monday, February 26, 2007

Spotted!


Now, we at the Big Gay Apple try not to be judgmental (we just covered a "latex fetish" party for Christ's sake). But Deborah Messing has definitely seen better days. Girlfriend was just spotted on Elizabeth St. (between Houston and Prince), in the faux-indie NoLiTa neighborhood of NYC. The former anorexic hag was sporting her signature frizzy red mane and a grumpy, bloated face, as she hid her non-existing tatas behind the puffy winter jacket. Her baby was looking quite old for her to not have lost the baby weight. Right when we were about to forgive her for the cinematic gem "The Wedding Date"!

Friday, February 23, 2007

United Colors of Benetton


A Politically Incorrect Guide To Fucking the Right Race
by Diego Nuevo
diego@biggayapple.com


Long before the new year my fag hag and I made an intimate, long overdue pact: no more white guys. We are far from being racist, we are just experienced. And experience (extensive field work) has proved to us the fact behind the myth: white men, in bed, really are -- more often than not -- completely sterile, predictable, overtly considerate and devoid of any passionate cell in their bodies.

Whether that’s innate or acquired remains to be discovered. But most likely, they have simply allowed politically correct culture to seep into their sexuality and annihilate all of their little perversions.

It used to be our inside joke in college that white guys show you their yearbook and their new computer when they invite you to their dorm. Latin guys pay you compliments (in another language!) and bend you right over. White guys ask you if they are hurting you, you almost have to fuck yourself for them -- using them as a dildo. While foreign guys have it down to an instinctive art.

So the hag and I narrowed our palette down to:

1. Brazilians: there seems to be barely any difference between rape and regular sex underneath the Equator, and they do it like each time was their last.
2. Cubans: let’s see, if the only way you can leave your island is by fleeing it by boat or swimming for miles, you kind of just have to be a butch machine by default. And we like that.
3. Any Other Latin Country: especially if they go by the name of Marcelo, Rodrigo, Eduardo. Or the generic ones (Jose, Juan). If they speak no English that’s a plus. Easier to objectify. Illegal aliens also get extra points. Crossing the border barefoot, followed by cops and minute-men, dodging bullets and hunger makes you one hot butch motherfucker. Bottoms would never be able to handle it. They’d collapse. Versatiles, the little greedy frauds, would stay right in the middle of the border, confused on which way to go, I suppose. Trying to suck Mexican dick and expecting to get social security, the bitches.
4. African-Americans: unlike their truly African counterparts, black Americans don’t have that much more advantage over whites -- it’s more a matter of higher speed as far as the pumping goes, than better quality. But we’ll take speedy over dull slow ‘mo anytime.
5. Butch Asians: now, Asians get a bad rep for being, stereotypically, unquestionable bottoms legs wide open just waiting to get gangbanged. Not always the case. If any of the pigeonholing is true is the fact that they repress their feelings. And there is nothing sexier than a silent top with bottled up emotions: they’ve got to take out their frustration somewhere. And if that involves our ass we are definitely game.

Obviously this is a light-hearted rendition of gay sexual types according to race, but it goes without saying that race is mere cultural fabrication and the Big Gay Able in no way condones discrimination. But the gap between white and non-white sexuality is so huge that one is forced to wonder. How do some of us end up experiencing sex as mere bodily function, something to satiate so that we can go back to work. And others see it as this irrational, organic, blinding metaphysical necessity.

I suppose a culture of parents that charge their kids rent when they turn 18 and sends birthday wishes on e-cards can’t give its youth enough love for it to pass on. And those who are very familiar with the real misery can see clearer that a physical connection is not something to take on lightly.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

BOTTOM MANIFESTO

On The Politics of Being a Top and a Bottom
by Diego Nuevo
diego@biggayapple.com


One of our dear co-workers here at the Big Gay Apple and I have a tendency to argue over what exactly entails being a “top” and being a “bottom”. Well, "arguing" isn't the right term. It's mostly my inspiring soliloquies and his typical befuddlement. Unfortunately, we aren’t given a book of rules when we come out of the closet. So we get kind of stuck making up our own, as we wander around the gay world.

But since we have to start our existences from scratch (no role models, no silver screen heroes or family anecdotes for us to take as examples of conduct), we often settle for very little. In a community so scarred by years of acting (pretend to be something one is not as survival strategy), it is easy for us to end up victims of our own dishonesty. Example: acting as if we are enjoying a blow job just because it would seem “ridiculously non-masculine” for one to not enjoy receiving head.

Except that maybe some people don’t like getting head. Just like some don’t like giving it (just ask my dad). So it is quite dangerous for us to get tangled around this web of lies and libidinal dishonesty that we sometimes inherit from the closet days.

To clear things up, here is a set of guidelines you can refer to when in doubt about the idiosyncrasies of bottom-hood and top-hood.

Myth #1: All Gay Men Like to Get Fucked
Well, that would be the impression, specially if one lives in New York City. But it just so happens that, unfortunately, most out gay men are bottoms, so if you are out and about you are more likely to see queens foaming at the mouth for a good dick than anything else. Tops are more likely to be closeted (the whole masculinity thing comes more naturally to them), so we have to seek them out. Perhaps, if straight men actually knew they didn't have to get fucked when having sex with other men, more of them would come to our team. But labeling all gays as "feminine creatures dying to get pounded in the butt" is just another defense mechanism the heterosexual hegemony uses to keep "gays" as foreign to "non-gays" as possible.

Myth #2:
Versatility Exists
You’ve obviously heard people say “I’m versatile”. Sure, and my eyes are naturally blue. Versatility is a psychological impossibility. When it comes to sexual desire, one can't be prone to move forward and backwards. Yeah, the behavior exists, but not the biological disposition. So bitches, jot it down: versatile equals total bottom according to my fag hag’s book, and I’m with her. They are nothing but greedy leeches trying to get as much action as they can by pretending they enjoy doing both – when in fact they will spread their legs 180 degrees as soon as the lights go off.

Myth #3:
Tops Suck Dick
If they start reaching for your junk, that’s when you know they are just big closeted bottoms. Real tops don’t suck dick, that’s for fags only. A real top helps you abstract the fact that you have a phallus. That’s their job.

Myth #4: Tops and Bottoms are Both Just As Gay
No. Bottoms are gay, Tops are just altruistic. Bottoms have good taste, sip on Cosmos, read Sylvia Plath and lip-synch to “Since U Been Gone”. Tops take the garbage out, build things and never watch subtitled movies. Bottoms read Nietzsche, tops don’t read at all (Mystery novels at the most -- though that’s even pushing it). Bottoms tweeze, Tops don’t even know how to work a pair of tweezers. Bottoms decorate, Tops couldn’t care less. Bottoms have feelings, Tops are too manly to waste their time with those. Bottoms like luxury, Tops would sleep on the hard floor if they had too (they are probably used to from their military days).
So basically bottoms are the gay ones, Tops are just straight guys who see pussy when they look at boy ass.

Myth #5: Tops Enjoy Having Their Asses Eaten
I’m sorry but if you like getting a tongue up in there, you like getting a dick there too. The sizes are different but the action is basically the same. So Bottoms, beware, if he puts his ass on your face, that’s when you know it’s over.

Myth #6: “I Would Only Bottom With A Boyfriend…”
Yeah, we’ve all heard this one. Which is like when they say “I never bareback, only with you”. For some reason I doubt these bitches would, out of mad love, completely change their biological make up and allow their asses to be penetrated. Girlfriend wanted to get rammed ever since middle school for sure.

Myth #7: "I'm 8 inches"
Apparently, what was supposed to be the least ambiguous of all things (measuring units) is suddenly in the eye of the beholder. It’s the whole 5-foot-7 rule: you have to take out 20 percent. When they say they are 5-foot-7, expect 5-foot-5 when they walk through the door. And have you noticed how many 39-year-olds there are on Manhunt? It’s like we freeze our age when we hit that mark. Same thing with inches, everyone has 8. And on Adam4Adam, 9 is the new 8. So if you are a size queen -- and you know you are -- then always expect a 7. Anything above that will just be profit.

So hopefully that clears a bit of the confusion regarding gays' two genders. Bookmark this post and you shall never be confused again. Next time a Faux Top approaches you, catch them in the act and direct him to our blog, bitches.

for more Diego, check out his personal blog: www.DonDiegoOnline.blogspot.com

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Cum-Dumped!


Behind the sperm-stained carpet
by Diego Nuevo

diego@biggayapple.com

Last week I was supposed to audition this 19-year-old bottom for one of our videos. Girlfriend was completely lost in SoHo, trying to find my place. Sweetie, get out of the subway and walk 4 blocks east, it’s not that hard. Anyway, that’s when you know their bottom-ness is legit. I have always thought tops were good for more than doing all the work in bed and taking the garbage out – they can serve as our human-flesh GPS systems too. Too bad this twink obviously didn’t have one.

“So, like, what are the cross streets or whatever?”, he asks. “We need to know”. We? Excuse me. Bringing another human being to a porn audition is not on the book of porn etiquette last time I checked.

So when he comes through the door I am surprised to see that he didn’t bring his Craigslist trick along, but his fag hag. Good God; fag hag critics already claim these girls are self-esteem lacking overweight drama queens pathetically in love with their fags. But you know you’ve hit rock bottom, as a hag, when you are dragged to your fag’s porn audition.

But I play it cool and ask her if she wants to watch. “It doesn’t matter”, he says, “we, like, shower together all the time”. To which she laughs, hysterically, the way hags do – that mix of “I can only be myself when you are around” with “let me surround myself with as many gay men as possible so that I am not forced to remember most girls look better than me”. I mean, if you are an ugly ewe, might as well hang out with some piglets, the complete difference in species will inevitably shun obvious aesthetic comparisons.

Well, for me it matters so I ask her if she wouldn't mind reading the New Yorker in the living room while we do our thang. “Oh, fab”, she says, of course. And I know she’ll only read the cartoons. Maybe "Shouts & Murmurs" if they're really short this week.

In the audition room (a.k.a. my bedroom) the twink takes off his clothes and reveals that his hag is from Long Island (check), doesn’t have a boyfriend (check) and will go cocktail-dress hunting with him after the audition (check).

And it gets me thinking, who is objectifying who, really? The fag using these awkward girls who just happened to be blessed with a pussy, so they can vicariously fuck straight men; or the hag, reducing gay men to their even-lower-in-the-social-ladder consolation and queer eye stylist archetype. He indirectly appropriates her pussy, all the while serving her as a reminder that maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t actually have it that bad.

Like the Canadian struggling to renew his visa who suddenly looks at the Mexican, who can’t even “pass” as anything but himself.

Convenient, this co-dependence, if not a bit perverse.

for more Diego, check out his personal blog: www.DonDiegoOnline.blogspot.com