Hey little sister who's your Superman?


{Posted in America on July 4th, 2014 by Scott }



{Posted in Product Endorsement, Shameless Plugs on July 3rd, 2014 by Scott }


I just had Vasquez and Bishop’s portrait done by my FB friend Laura Bonner. She really captured both dog’s facial expressions perfectly.

If you’ve got a pet and would like to have her paint it for you her prices are incredibly reasonable and she’s quite talented.

Here’s her website.

And yes, when you go to her site the image she uses for her banner is of my beautiful and much beloved and greatly missed pitbull, Moby.


{Posted in The Great White North on July 1st, 2014 by Scott }



{Posted in Friends, Gay Pride, The Gays on July 1st, 2014 by Scott }


Mama Tits — aka Brian Daniel Peters — tells one of the scum sucking talibangelicals protesting Seattle Pride this past weekend where to get the fuck off.

Mama is a buddy of mine and she used to work as our Hostess with the Mostest at Q — before I left and Q switched their programming to all-homophobia, all the time, that is..


{Posted in Boys, Cock, Gifs on June 29th, 2014 by Scott }




{Posted in Family, Friends on June 28th, 2014 by Scott }

I’ve worked really hard at compartmentalizing the death this week of my friend Kevin Steele – and until just a few hours ago I thought I was doing really well with that.

I’ve seen so very many of my friends die over the past thirty years that I wanted this to be just another one.

Death, that is.

But its not.

Just another death.

I’ve been crying for the last hour or so over this monumental loss to me and all the people who knew him and I don’t really know how to process it.

The last time I saw Kevin was the day after Gay Pride in 2003. I was moving to Seattle from New York the very next day and Kevin was in town with my ex bf Patrick. They were staying with me but were going clubbing that night and I had told them that my movers were showing up at 8 the next day and not to be late coming home from the clubs because shit was gonna be nuts around my house.

Needless to say, they were very late.

When they showed I was so fucking angry with them that I banished them to the terrace outside my apartment for the three hours that it took to get everything moved out. Kevin thought that was hysterical.

Until he realized how hot it was outside and that I wasn’t going to let them into the apartment until the move was done.

One of my first great memories of Kevin was at Mid-Atlantic Leather in D.C around 1996. We met up at the big dance and his pills (and mine) were just starting to kick in and for the next hour he did a perfect imitation of Edvard Munch’s “The Scream” as he howled “OOOOOOOOOH” at the top of his lungs – while leathermen/queens pranced around him.

In spite of the fact that I was living in Seattle for more than ten years Kevin was diligent in staying in touch with me for the next decade. He posted to my blog, texted me several times a week, and sent me pictures of hot menz that he thought I’d appreciate — all under the nom de blog of “The Miss Thing in D.C.”.

Kevin Steele was one of a kind — and there will never be another like him.




{Posted in Family, Friends on June 26th, 2014 by Scott }

My old friend Kevin Steele died yesterday — much too young.


Many long-time readers of this blog will remember him as our Washington D.C. correspondent who went by the nom de journalisme that I appropriated from my ex BF — who used to call him this — and bestowed upon Kevin here at BIE:

“The Miss Thing in DC.”

I’ve known Kevin for 20 years and we did some crazy shit together.  He was a sweet and funny person who will be greatly missed by everyone who knew him.