

David: Thanks to everyone for stopping in and making this one of the most popular gay blogs circulating the posh new realm of Web 2.0 (whatever in the fuck that is.) Please keep sending in your catastrophes — because, well, without them we’re nothing.
Oh, too, thanks for voting for us in Cybersocket’s Best Adult Blog category. We’ll mention each of you when we accept our award in Hollywood next month.
Love,
David K.
File Under:Calvacade of Calamities
This definitely has to go to the “Beyond Horrifying” category. I cannot even begin to catalogue the aesthetic, lifestyle, hygiene, and personality horrors I see on display here. So I will end the year by taking note of the one and only positive item that I can see in the photo - HorseDick at least lines his garbage pail and springs for the pricey bags with the drawstrings.
Keep the lurid malapropros coming and best wishes on winning the trip to Hollywood which should be a feast of bad taste for you to enjoy.
VOTE PEOPLE VOTE FOR GODSAKE VOTE!
(thanks louisquelquechose)
….And we love you and your nasty taste too David
Thanks so much
This site has been a revelation.
May Ganesh tread softly over your front lawn.
Thanks for making an awesome sight. When I was a younger ho, I think that half of my motivation for hooking up daily was to see the apartments of the gay men in my city. It is an anthropological curiosity that is safer satisfied by browsing the photos on your site. If only I’d had a camera back then, I saw some doozies. One paralegal I hooked up with had never cleaned his apt. and used the fireplace to throw all of his empty boxes of Newport Lights. I claimed I was too drunk and ran for my life. Anyway, glad to see I am not alone in my quest for understanding the mind and the madness of the men that are supposedly the arbiters of style and beauty in our society. Hell yeah, they are.
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Please contact me via Nightcharm.com, I’d like to talk to you about doing an article for our front page on the theme of your comment to Lurid Digs…just the image of all of those Newports stashed in the fireplace made me swoon. CAH RAY ZEE.
I think this is Amy Winehouses’ borther.
This is what I call Economy Class in your own room. Keeping the trash can next to his chair allows him to throw emptys away without getting up.
He can leave his boxers where they fall, his DMV smog test notoification is right there at his feet as a reminder and if he has a runny nose, he can just blow it on the green tapestry of the elk grazing by the waterfall over his right shoulder. All without even moving out of the chair. I’m going to go out on a limb here but I’ll just bet he has dried boogers on the green legs of his chair.
the ability to accessorize the big d’s: dick, debris, detritus and dumb face.
Oh, and let’s not forget the discarded can of Cheez-It brand pressurized cheese-food-product-Spackle. White Cheddar flavor, as denoted by the green plastic cap.
(Yes, we keep this item in stock at our home. It’s the only way I can get the dogs to take their glucosamine supplements!)
Response to Lucky’s reply: Most excellent paraphrase of a literary bon mot. Magnifique !
And thank you guys for destroying my soul with these pictures… bit by bit… in 2007.
In the first picture…the only thing missing that would make it a top-notch Lurid Dig is a litter box and a mangy cat! Honestly what careless queen would be so brave as to pose in an online picture with their trash can next to them.
What was he thinking; “Yeah, I really should take this trash out, but I have to take this picture so I can upload it–RIGHT NOW!
And you just know that room STINKS! It’s as if the stench is seeping through my monitor.
Is it just me or does the first guy look kinda like Peter Murphy from Bauhaus?