Daily Loaf

As promised, I attended a hash run last night. Let me start by saying that hashing is not for the meek, shy, conservative or anyone opposed to running through backyards and barbed wire. Hashing is also not really for those in training mode, unless you use it as a recovery run.

I heard that every hash group is different. Some place more emphasis on the beer and socializing aspect and some on the run. I think that it’s safe to say that the Jolly Roger Hash House Harriers in Tampa enjoy the beer and social aspect a wee bit more. This is not to say that we didn’t run, but more time was spent singing, joking, and drinking. Works for me.

When I arrived at the meet up spot I was a bit nervous. People were milling about wearing what I termed hasher flair. This flair consisted of necklaces with their hash names (Tie Me Down Dick, Fist Deep, Goo, Gay Rodeo Clown, Lost My Balls), shiggy socks (I’ll get to that), whistles, and sashes denoting the number of hashes participated in. Most of them also had their own cups.

Tie Me Down Dick

As soon as the beer truck pulled in, the drinking was on. Read the rest of this entry »

Peter Golenbock’s biography of George Steinbrenner, George: The Poor Little Rich Boy Who Built the Yankee Empire, is one hell of a yarn. And no one tells a baseball story better than Golenbock, a St. Pete resident and the author of such classics as The Bronx Zoo and Balls. Listen to part one of Scott Farrell’s interview with Golenbock as he shares stories of Steinbrenner’s early years before becoming Yankee tyrant and Tampa benefactor.

Download part 1 of the interview here.

As the hunt for my next fuck-buddy continues, I’ve expanded my search parameters and raised my age limit. At least I tried to.

When I was younger I vowed I wouldn’t date anyone more than eight years older than me, but as I grew up, my lovers and boyfriends got progressively younger. To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about dating older men until the other night. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ve been single now for six weeks and I need sex. I’m used to getting sex everyday, sometimes twice a day. Hey, my ex may have been a big asshole, but he was hot and great in the sack when or wherever the urge struck us. Now that he’s gone, I’ve had to break out the glasscock a lot more than normal.

For anyone who has never tried a glass blown dildo, I highly recommend it. The beauty of the glasscock is that it’s always hard, you can heat it up by boiling it or cool it down by putting it into the freezer. Cleaning it is a breeze, stick it in your dishwasher or wash it by hand. It’s by far the safest material to use for sex play since you can wash the funk off and it’s safe to use for the next time or person, whatever you’re into.

But as much as I enjoy the glasscock, I crave a man’s touch. Read the rest of this entry »