Blue Collar Brothers

Hey bloggers, how’re you doing? Been a bit of a while since my last post, but I’m still trying to get in the groove of this blogging thing. So what is it about blue collar brothers anyway? Y’all know what I’m talking about. That hella muscular skinhead bouncer at the club who mildly crosses the frisking line, much to your delight though;  that dark, freakishly toned construction worker dripping with sweat and pounding away at those quarry stones with a chisel and mallet; that ghetto brother from some eastlands neighbourhood who’s cute as hell, uses terms like ‘’noma/ngori/nare/gede’’ (they call it sheng, I hear, lol) and can only sustain an intelligent conversation in English for about as long as Usain Bolt (gorgeous man) takes to clear a 100m track, or mostly just can’t; and of course, there’s the brother from the country, phenomenally unpolished, recently moved to the city, fairly easy on the eye with a rock hard body and tricks in the sheets that would make Chi Chi LaRue/Taylor Hudson/Lawrence David (or whatever he calls himself nowadays) blush.

I’ve never quite understood the massive sex appeal that these brothers possess, that raw sexual energy that they seem to radiate, and it seems the more airheaded they are the sexier they become. Personally, I’ve given into my lust for some of them on the odd occassion, but that’s just as far as it goes. You see, I’d like to be able to hold a conversation with my ideal man, for longer than 9.34 seconds, much longer than that actually. He should be able to critique Obama’s Health Care policy, own a bathroom bag/grooming kit, keep up with the latest fashion trends without compromising on his individual style, tell the difference between brake horse power and torque; a turbo charger and a super charger, love German cars and be indifferent to rubbish American cars, be great in the sack, be worldly and well travelled, accept that he’ll always come 4^th in my list of chocolate ‘Greek’ gods; behind Taye Diggs and Tyson Beckford and the not so chocolate Matt Lauria, and have a bit of spare change in his pockets..but that’s just me.

It even gets more interesting where Caucasians domiciled locally are concerned. A good number of them actually spend a great deal of time with the aforementioned. Beyond the sex appeal, it’s completely lost on me why they’d actually hang out with BC brothers after the sex, considering conversation takes up 2.687% of the time. Some go as far as hanging out in joints where you’d typically find BC brothers, most notably, Tacos, et al. As for the brothers, they sure as hell don’t mind hanging out with Caucasian pensioners. Even camels with Givingitis have greater sex appeal.  I always look at the situation as one of ‘’scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours’’ sort of thing (you know what I’m on about). However, it’s not really my place to judge how one likes their eggs, and if they want the eggs for an entire weekend!

Give me a blue collar brother for a night, why not, they sure do light a ferocious fire in my loins ! Anything more and, well, I’ll pass J

Big Brother Africa 4

Did Big Brother Africa take ‘’brother’’ a bit too seriously? I don’t know about yall but I was thoroughly disappointed by the ‘’revolutionary’’ sausage fest that gathered down south last night. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was more than pleased by the fact that the BBA4 cast was entirely male (so gay !) well, until the rude shock, something about women ? I don’t know, didn’t pay too much attention to that.

So anyway, I crossed my fingers hoping for some motivation to watch BBA but alas, there’s absolutely no eyecandy in that house whatsoever! A shame really, but hey, still settled for two blokes who were pseudo-worthy of the attention of my roving eye. Jeremy Ndirangu from Kenya and yes, Itai Makumbe from Zimbabwe (the skinhead helped, A LOT).

 And speaking of, is it just me or is anyone else of the opinion Itai’s totally gay ? These little factlets sent my gaydar to full readings: One of his favourite shows is, wait for it, America’s Next Top Model (I know!). One of his bad habits include, stealing glances of himself in the mirror (helloo narcissism, ahem). Lastly, and by no means least, should he win the grand lotto, he intends to use it to finance trips to London, Paris, New York and LA, seriously? Come on!

These two are the only reason I ‘may’ watch the show. I do hope the house stocked up on plenty of lotion, and Geisha which ‘’lasts and lasts’’, coz it’s going to be a long week for the boys, lol. Quite frankly though, I did expect more of a ‘’revolution’’, and not a re-enactment of an idea already applied in Spain on their version of Big Brother. Fingers crossed, as some of them will not be living in the house past next week.

How to have great mindblowing sex..

..not. Now that I've got your attention, I'll proceed to actually apologize for my inability to blog at this moment in time. It's about 3 am in the night and one ought to be forgiven for not bubbling with many a blog post idea, right ?    Looking forward to my cathartic journey on the blogosphere..