Salivate Mother Fuckers
Salivate Mother Fuckers
Fuck billionaires at this point. I take back what I said on how money speaks louder that bone structure. In my books, love and muscles trump money anytime baby.
Remember how at one point I said that I am the gayest gay that ever gayed, I sweat glitter and I am so gay that even gay people hate me because I give gay people a bad name? I cannot help but ask... who the fucking hell are these "gay people"?
Well guess what faggots and maggots... screw being gay...who's having the last laugh now?
I fucking found the father of my first born child!!!!
*I'm kidding*
I've travelled the world and back, met British chavs, Icelandic jailbait, Russian sailors and Swedish twinks, but nothing beats a good ol' American jock.
I know y'all come here every so often for that daily dose of glittery fairy dust and my world-renowned faggotry. Today however, I'm giving you pure testosterone.
Meet Ethan of the Brat Boy School.
I'm sure you've recognized him somewhere. He even snagged the cover of this gay magazine called XY which I used to read back in the dark ages, before I discovered V and Wallpaper*. HAHAHAHA!
I've been reading his website recently (to compensate for my lack of masculinity AND BRAINS) and this guy is such a hoot! I love his blog entries, especially his "cooking" posts!!!! This is a guy who's got brains (unlike me... I only have 2 brain cells) and makes perfect sense. Personally though I couldn't care less about politics, the price of gas or religion but he makes all of that stuff interesting. There are more important things in my life like worrying about my nails when there's a category 1 hurricane where I live.
Photo credit: www.bratboyschool.com
Ok... I'm really at a loss on what to say.
I don't wanna be an anorexic princess anymore... I wanna be a muscle mary too!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! That means I have to ditch my love for Chanel though... ick!
Photo credit: www.bratboyschool.com
Well, now that I gave y'all a touch of butch, let's go back to what you came for... faggotry at its finest!
I sent Bratboy a couple of pictures of my unconditional love. In pink!!!!! His website is soooo butch I just have to gay it up a little bit and sprinkle some fairy dust.
Shit, I have to resurrect my super old NEON PINK Juicy Couture sweats (and you know how I'm totally allergic to Juicy Couture) with the word JUICY emblazoned on my butt cheeks to celebrate my newfound love for daddy.
Hat by Stephen Jones for John Galliano, wristband by Chanel, sunglasses by Dior (and Gucci), t-shirt by Fake London, sweatpants by Juicy Couture
My god, believe it or not, I'm still hyperventilating! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god! *kidding*
What are you waiting for? Stop drooling over our pictures.... get your camera and start snapping photos! I'm still waiting for my wish to be granted --- men in uniform holding the "I LOVE BRYANBOY" sign.
But for now, I'm happy with Bratboy. Bryanboy loves Bratboy!
Visit www.bratboyschool.com.
I love you all! Email bryan@bryanboy.com or SMS +63.915.785.1492.
