Eric B

Eric B. does not Facebook, Tweet or blog. He uses the internet to cruise for sex, like god intended. He has leopard print in every room of his house, save one. And he does not apologize

Eric: As a double Capricorn, I must admit that I like it when a guy invites me to come over, and when I get there he's already naked. It's so efficient.

(History lesson: 'wanna come over?' is what used to be code for beer and unspecified sodomy long before 'Netflix and chill' came into usage. Then, as now, '...and hang out' = anal.)

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Eric: My hatred for shiny wooden walls is well-documented. Scroll waaaaaaaay back to "I Never Met A Mancave I Didn't Loathe" if you have the strength and/or you need a refresher.

Seriously, whitewash that shit. Then you have options-- gentrified rustic, industrial, country house, seaside charmer...

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Eric: Longtime readers will recognize that what I'm about to say, I've said before. If you're a new Digger, take notes. Otherwise, you might get sick of me repeating myself: As gay men, we have a moral obligation to teach each other and the rest of the world about flattering colors around which to be nude. These walls ain't it. They're giving me a sick headache, as the granny who originally furnished this room would have said.

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It's The Couch (or whatever that is)

PassingThrough remarks:

That vinyl yellow back seat from a junked-long-ago 1973 Duster (or a neighbor's old boat?) doesn't belong in a room otherwise sporting "Eastern-ish" cha cha. I'm almost certain, it gets pulled out of the garage and placed there, once fluffing is completed, and its off to the Tunnel Bar. (because you never know!)

Which this scene brings to mind...I haven't been able to score in over 4 years now. Whatever why, for petesakes? Low sunspot activity?

Sat, 06/25/2016 - 19:23

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Eric:I've never been so relieved that our self-promoting pioneer Lady Mendl has been dead for 65 years. This room would make her flip over and shit straight up in the air.

I'll wait while you Wiki her and then try to unsee that image...

(sings quietly, 'on her back is the Battle of Waterloooooooooooo
beside it, the wreck of the Hesperus, tooooooooo")

She would never put a sundial in a bathroom.

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I have been staring at this

Thom remarks:

I have been staring at this photo for hours and have yet to see anything wrong with it.

Sun, 09/04/2016 - 16:42

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Eric:At first I thought it was me. Then I put my glasses on and the room looked exactly the same.

From the popcorn ceiling to Granny's faded wallpaper to the disturbed nap of the upholstery to the cork floor, even to the reflected Olan Mills backdrop, the tenant's body fur and the acidwashed cat's-whisker finish on his jeans (has there ever been a more stupid fashion trend, by the way?

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