Johnny Murdoc

I should be in bed. Instead I’m watching vegan cooking videos on Youtube. Specifically, The Vegan Zombie cooking videos. I found him through the most ridiculously circuitous route (as one finds nearly anything cool on the internet).

I kind of want to make out with this dude, and then have him make me a vegan omelet the next morning. (It is more likely—and preferable—that I will make out with my boyfriend and then have him make me vegan french toast in the morning.) (But I really want to try that omelet.)

Oh, he totally makes vegan french toast, too.

You can find The Vegan Zombie at: YouTube | TheVeganZombie.com | Twitter | Facebook (where I stole all of the above photos from.)

“I was sorry I had to concentrate on the road, because her performance was impressive. She had assembled her male self with the precision and speed of an assassin in the movies snapping together the parts of his rifle.” – Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys

I don’t know how I let myself go this long with reading Chabon’s Wonder Boys

I’ve gushed about how sweet I think Robert Fraser and Patrick Fillion of Class Comics are before, but Fraser has topped himself over on his blog.

Beginning a series of posts about writers he admires, he writes:

You might thinks it’s nepotistic to launch off with someone who Class Comics is working with in a BUNCH of ways right now. In fact that’s exactly why I’m starting with Johnny.

Not to plug his comic, Crash Course, (oops did I just do that?), but to bring to light what an industrious and talented fellow he is. He doesn’t seem to have an “about” page on his website, but that could be purposeful. It might be that there are so many facets to him that he doesn’t/can’t outline them in an orderly fashion.

I hate to say it, but if Patrick had met Johnny ten years ago instead of me, I could see that they would have made an impressive team together. Don’t get any ideas Johnny, I’m not going anywhere!

You can read the entire thing over on his blog.

Fraser’s currently work on (among other things) Beautiful Dead, a two-boys-against-the-zombie-apocalypse comic:

It looks wonderful, with beautiful artwork by Silencio, and since Fraser has promised that there’s no zombie sex in the book, I can endorse it wholeheartedly!

Also, while Fraser and Silencio probably didn’t know they were tailoring the panel where one dude pours a beer down his chest toward his underwear-clad cock just for me, holy hell that’s hot:

More than once, the makers of the upcoming Spider-man film have noted the work that went into obscuring Andrew Garfield’s junk while he’s in costume. It’s a weird publicity play where they want to note that Garfield has a big dick, but that you won’t be seeing it in his costume. It would appear that the makers of the new Superman film, starring Henry Cavill, are not going to such great lengths to deny that Superman has a substantial bulge.

Sunday, my partner and I are going kayaking. We tried to arrange to go with friends but it looks like we’re going alone and I’m kind of happy about it. As much as we go floating, we’ve yet to do it as just the two of us, and I think that winding our way down a river—one that we’ve never floated on—could be a lovely day. I am happy to have all of the people in my life that I do but I think that I need to spend more time alone with him.

And, because I promised more videos of the hot guy from the other day, I provide you with yet another of him jerking off below the cut. This time, wearing cute Darth Vader underwear:

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I posted about this not long ago, but my friend Nick conducted a lengthy interview with me about relationships and monogamy, and it has quite a bit about my relationship with my partner in it. If you haven’t checked it out, it’s an intimate look into my views on love and relationships.

Click here to read the entire interview:
Negotiation and Agency, a conversation on successful relationships.

Today is my baby’s birthday. I’m 508 miles away from him, so this blog is the best way that I have to celebrate his birthday, to show him—and the world—how much I love him.

Standing in a bookstore today, this song came on and it was the perfect song to make me miss being home, and miss being with my boyfriend today:

(I removed the video on purpose, since it’s just a still.)

Today is my baby’s birthday. I’m 508 miles away from him, so this blog is the best way that I have to celebrate his birthday, to show him—and the world—how much I love him.

I took this photo of my partner years ago, when we first started dating.

The tattoo isn’t real, thankfully. I drew it on with a pen. He was posing for me, for a series of photos inspired by short stories I had written. This one came from the passage:

“I took the opportunity to once again look at the tattoos that I loved so much against his skin. The sun around his belly button. The angel on that little curve of muscle that slid below the waistline of his boxer-briefs. His pants were unbuttoned, and hanging off one hip. His boots were untied. When I looked up him, again, he was smiling down at me.”

Even now, I remember how thrilled I was to draw on him, to lay in between his legs while I traced lines across his skin. I couldn’t have appreciated him then like I do now, but his enthusiasm and support for my creative whims has always been there, even when it meant having terrible tribal tattoos drawn on his hipbone.

Originally posted on Naked Pictures of Your Dad.

Today is my baby’s birthday. I’m 508 miles away from him, so this blog is the best way that I have to celebrate his birthday, to show him—and the world—how much I love him.

Today, I’m sitting 508 miles from my partner. It’s his birthday. I can’t be there with him (although, for a moment, I thought about hopping in my rental car and driving home to him but I don’t think my company would appreciate the extra 1000 miles of gas that would cost). I can call him (and I will), I can post “Happy birthday!” on Facebook (and I will), and I can write about him (I am). I can tell you how fucking special he is to me. But I can’t hug him, I can’t kiss him, I can’t scratch his head while he lays it in my lap. It’s important to me to keep this from being maudlin because today should be a celebration. My boy should be celebrated.

Today, my blog becomes that celebration.