Bryanboy Loves MICHAEL KORS
Michael oh Michael, is that you darling, who is visiting my website? Send me free clothes and accessories dammit! Hahahaha I’m kidding. I wish we’ve got Michael Kors here in the third world. You make the best coats and the best furs and the best damn turtlenecks ever!
More after the jump…
Stupid Question: Bryanboy = Backpacker?
I know this is a ridiculously stupid question because I’ve never "roughed it up" or gone "backpacking" before… but can I go "backpacking" with an LV trunk? I don’t have a real, real backpack like those hideous 5-foot high nylon-and-mesh bullcrap that a lot of young Brits and Australians seem to carry.
The Bryanboy Camel Pic: For some strange reason, many people all over the world LOVE this photo. I want to have another "kodak moment", this time, with another animal, like an elephant, tiger or orangutan. Click here to read the camel picture story.
I chatted to my Mexican buddy yesterday. I asked him the LV question and his reply was: "…………… no comment". I brought this whole backpacking subject to him a few months back and he told me I have to ditch biz/first class tickets, hotel suites and designer luggage if I’m really serious about backpacking.
Even one of my Brit friends told me it’s nice to keep things "REAL" by travelling via land (i.e. trains, buses, etc), stay at "youth" hostels, etc. The ocassional splurge is allowed, i.e. a fancy meal at a fabulous restaurant or the odd shopping here and there… but nothing outrageously excessive.
It all sounds appalling AND appealing at the same time. But when you think about it, maybe he’s right.
The Queen of "like, you know" is like, you know, back on TV!
I really need to work on like, you know, my English. I got interviewed on like, you know,, Mornings at ANC earlier this morning and like, you know, I had fun in spite of me saying like, you know,, the words "like, you know,", more than like, you know,, a thousand times. It’s sooo annoying! Where can I get like, you know, speech lessons in this town?
Coral necklaces from L’Obelisk, brown cardigan and black tank top from Zara, jeans from Acne, bag from Goyard, shoes from Dior Homme, sunglasses from Christian Dior.
It’s the fourth LIVE interview I did this year for the same media powerhouse so I guess they love me even if I stutter all the fucking time. Remember the mishap I did the last time I got interviewed? I still can’t get over the fact that I said "shit, I haven’t had sex in ages" on a friggin breakfast show for god’s sake… Ugh! I need speech lessons, voice lessons and a full-body massage… oh and a liposuction, rhinoplasty, buccal fat removal and chin implant too while we’re at it.
YouTube Video after the jump… Watch me get gangbanged by some of the hosts at ANC’s Morning News.
Bryanboy Loves…and Random Cheesemax: Retail Therapy and More
DISCLAIMER: This is QUITE POSSIBLY THE LONGEST BL…RC entry of all time so be sure to read it all.
#1 – Bryanboy loves people from Budapest, Hungary, Plano, TX, Salford, UK, Staten Island, NY, Paderno Dugnano, Italy, Paris, France, Willebroek, Belgium, Lisbon, Portugal, Chrzanw Nowy, Poland, Beijing, China, Djursholms Sby, Sweden, Rome, Italy, Sarugakucho, Tokyo Japan and of course, all the cute guys and lovely girl from Hudiskvall, Gavleborgs Lan Sweden! I love each and every one of you ya fuckin maggots. Send me "I LOVE BRYANBOY" pictures! I can never have too much of those.
New York City, BC, Canada, Rome Italy, Jakarta, Indonesia, Philadelphia, PA, Madison, Wisconsin and Singapore. Unless you’re legally blind, it should be obvious to you that people all over the world love me so you, yes you, should start loving me too.
Full-sized version of these pics plus all the random cheesemax that I love after the jump.
I really should stop smoking. I’ve been feeling sick over the past several days… since last weekend to be honest. That’s why I didn’t go out. God forbid my lungs give up on me. I think I’m gonna visit my doctor first thing tomorrow afternoon when I wake up.
Also, I’ve been having weird sleeping habits lately. In fact, I slept at 1AM last night, only to wake up at 8:30 in the morning. I had an early lunch then I spent the rest of the day sleeping. I’m currently spending the next few days at my grandma’s – don’t ask. Too much drama involving the familia de horreur. I think it’s best to keep it amongst ourselves (and a handful of my closest friends). I’m on dialup so I’ll do a quick post.
"I exuuuuuuberate fantasticisms"
WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS THE WORLD COMING INTO?
I’ve been outgayed by this platypus faggot in the Bronx, NY. Here I am thinking I’m the gayest gay that ever gayed… but wait until you see this.
"Where do I put my mink? I’ll put it on the floor even though it’s EXXXXXXXXpennnnnsive!"
Video and more commentary after the jump.
You know what I realized a couple of days ago?
Thousands upon thousands of you visit my website on a regular basis. From Sydney and Osaka, Hamburg, Arkansas and Malmo, Sweden to Buenos Aires, Argentina down to my homies in Los Angeles, CA and Jakarta, Indonesia, millions of you have visited my site since October 2004. It’s amazing how a shitload of people all over the world found my little corner of the interweb and the numbers are still growing. You’ve read all my stories, you’ve seen and laughed at what seemed to be tens of thousands of my hilarious (and often ridiculous) photographs.
(That’s me at Shu Uemura’s latest party)
Now that you’ve seen a (small) part of my life on my blog after all this time, it’s my turn to know more about you, my dear reader.
I’ve always been curious on who reads my website. I mean, it’s quite obvious from the hundreds of "I LOVE BRYANBOY" and "INFAMOUS BRYANBOY POSE" photos that you have sent me, but I believe that’s only a very small percentage of the people who read (and/or visit) my blog religiously.
Moscow Needs Some Faggotry. Big Time.
I’m sure you’ve heard the news on how Moscow’s first ever gay pride got trashed by a ton of nationalists, skinheads, religious fanatics and such. Thanks to Moscow’s homophobic mayor Yuri Luzhkov (who put a ban on the event), Russian fags and queers were deprived of such celebration… and some of them even got beaten up.
Breaking News: ANNA WINTOUR
Oh my god. American Vogue Anna Wintour went to the advanced private screening of The Devil Wears Prada (the movie) at the St. Regis Hotel on Tuesday night with her daughter, Bee Shaffer.
Guess what? She wore Prada. I LOVE Nuclear Wintour!!!
From New York Post’s Page Six
ANNA Wintour has a sense of humor, but there are limits. The icy Vogue editrix accepted Meryl Streep’s invitation to Tuesday’s screening of "The Devil Wears Prada" – which she wore – but avoided posing for a photo with Streep, who plays an icy fashion magazine editrix in the film. Wintour bolted from the Paris Theatre with her entourage as soon as the credits rolled, skipping the dinner and charity auction at the St. Regis. Wintour, whose entourage included boyfriend Shelby Bryant, daughter Bee Shaffer, and Dixon and Arianna Boardman, "thought the movie was very funny," said her spokesman, who also said Wintour never planned on staying for dinner. One insider denied Wintour purposely avoided posing with Streep, who had never met Wintour before publicist Peggy Siegal introduced them.
"It was so chaotic, we couldn’t set up the shot," said our source. In the chaos were Streep’s castmates Anne Hathaway, Stanley Tucci and Bridget Hall, plus News Corp. president Peter Chernin and 20th Century Fox co-chair Tom Rothman. Martha Stewart, in the elevator after ward, said, "Wow! Who ever had a boss like that?" Silence.
Did you know Anna Wintour’s got a son? His name is Charles (Charlie) Shaffer. According to my fag buddy Mauricio he looks gay. I think he looks fugly. Non? Nothing worse than a fugly fag if you ask me. No wonder’s leashing out to everyone in the fashion world. He’s got a weird-looking fag son.
I don’t mind sucking his cock for a couple of nights though.
Imagine having Anna as your mother-in-law.
All the FREEEEEEE clothes and accessories!
Charlie Shaffer photo courtesy of Style.com
Click here to read more about the Advancec Screening of The Devil Wears Prada from Rush & Molloy of the New York Daily News.
I REALLY can’t wait to see this film! That’s it… I’m gonna sleep now. It’s 9:32AM for god’s sake!
Meet Andrés, an 18 year old guy from Argentina. I HATE YOU YOU FUCKING SKINNY BITCH! I AM SO GONNA SMOKE CRACK AND CRYSTAL METH ONE DAY AND BE SKINNIER THAN YOU.
I love you though cause you sent me an I love Bryanboy sign pic.
Fuck the haters. You know who you are. Jealousy and envy breeds malice my dear. Hahaha! All around the world, from far away places and faraway lands… everyone loves BRYANBOY!
I hope no more nightmares for me today. God forbid if Anna Wintour tells me I’m fat in my dreams. Hah!
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The World Is Mine
Geography is no boundary when it comes to Bryanboy’s faggotry! New York City, Singapore, Montreal, Canada, Melbourne Australia, Chicago, Södertälje, Sweden, Baltimore, Maryland even Boulder, Colorado in the US of A!
Full-sized pics (and a guy in underwear) after the jump…
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’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!
I love you all! Email email@example.com or SMS +63.915.785.1492.
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