Three's a Crowd

So, we made some quick plans and I headed over again to his house. On my way, I text him letting him know I was stuck in some traffic and would be running late.

"That's OK" he responds. "My friend should be here by the time you get here."
"Friend?" I ask.  "What friend.  We didn't discuss any friends"

Apparently, he took my remark in an email that as long as someone was cool and hot, that I'd be into a threesome thing.  That's not what I meant..I mean, I think I should get approval rights, no?

"Can't we do it another time? I should at least get to see pics" I explained.
"Well, he's hot..also married..if you don't want to you don't have to touch him" he says.

Anyway, I finally get to his place and his friends not there. We're hanging out in his bedroom, making out, starting to get into things, and we're both down to our underwear. He's blowing me and I hear footsteps. In walks his friend.

This guy is probably in his late 30's, shaved head, and married. Immediately, I know I'm not attracted to him. Not bad looking, just not my type. As he's watching us, he's quickly undressing and finally, taking out his cock. This guy's a big guy...and I'm not talking tall.

"He wants to watch while you fuck me" Jones says.

We shift around, and Jones is sitting doggy-style as I slide on the condom and lube it up. As I poke his ass, Jones is sucking his friend off.  After some slow, strokes, to make sure everything's OK, I'm picking up the pace and so is Jones on his buddy who's is watching intensely as I fuck.

Then, I'm ripping off the condom as  pull out and blow my load on Jones' back and Jones himself is cumming while he's sucking off his buddy.  Then, Jones gets a big load on his chest from his friend.

We lay there as his friend dresses quickly and says his goodbyes.

Jones says "That was hot."
"Yea, was hot, but I'm fine hanging with you.  I don't need a third guy here. It's hot enough for me with the two of us."
"That's cool.  Just wanted to try it." he says.

I go clean up and get dressed. Jones and I say our goodbyes.

Later that night  get a text from him: he just blew another load just thinking about our afternoon fun.

Oh well, guess everyone has their likes..

Constructive Criticism

Here's a letter from a new reader...

***

Hey man,

I want to say I really love your blog.  Reading all the stories and the personal things that you share, it's like looking in the mirror at myself.  Like so many guys that read this blog I am so very much like you, in so many ways.  I even had my own "Ross" (mine was Billy) who I had an amazing love affair with for quite a few years.  But, alas, it ended in tragedy and I got my heart smashed to little bits.  I'm still not over it.  Reading your blog has been helpful for me to know I'm not the only guy that's been through something like that.

I love your blog and I hope you keep going with it.  There's just one minor complaint I have though, and I'm not even sure how to express this properly.  You seem obsessed with youthful physical perfection.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the pictures.  But sometimes I wonder if you send the wrong message.  Most guys don't look like that.  Granted, some don't look like that because they are lazy and have let themselves go.  But most guys just simply don't look like that because they are just ordinary guys, not cover-models.  There are a LOT of guys that work out and take care of themselves but will never have a perfect face or perfect arms or a perfect six-pack.  Even the guys that look like that, and you yourself, are going to find that physical looks are fleeting.  Sooner or later you are going to be getting older, and whether you like it or not, you're going to start looking older.  I, myself, used to be obsessed about working out and about my appearance.  Looking back, I really wonder why.  Who was I trying to impress?  I still work out and I'm very conscious of my diet, and I dress very well.  I like to be well groomed.  I'm 46 and I still turn some heads, although not very many 20 year old heads any more.  I guess what I'm saying is that there is more to life, and more to love, than a perfect face and a perfect body.  I hope that someday you could post something on your blog that could remind everyone of that. 

I hope you're not terribly insulted by my complaint.  I do like your blog.  I just felt I really wanted to speak my mind about that.

***

Just want to say thanks for the compliments about my blog. I hear it all the time and it never gets old. I'm glad others see similarities....and it is what keeps me going.

As far as the complaint you have, yes, I am consumed by youth..some would call it an obsession. I blogged before that I believe my attraction to younger guys is probably due to my lack of popularity in my high school and pre-high school years.  Maybe I'm somehow attracted to them to gain some sort of acceptance now.

But, otherwise, I can't see littering my blog with pictures of guys that..well..that are less than nice to look at..salacious is what we all want.  It's what sells perfumes, movies, clothes, energy drinks..gym memberships and make-up.  Nobody wants to see some sweaty, hairy, fat guy on a Pepsi commercial. Imagine if the front covers of Men's Health, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Vogue or GQ had normal, everyday people as models on the fronts.  Who would buy them?  Nobody...and that is why I place "model types" on my blog..for the pure attraction of them.

But, in order to satisfy an avid reader..I am always willing to take constructive criticism. Yes, I do want to satisfy you..I want you to be happy..I desire your approval....for you..I present models worthy of your happiness.

 Thanks again!

A Little Freak

I'm not freaky.  I think I'm probably more vanilla than anything when it comes to sex.

Jones emailed me a day later saying I should text him sometime - that we should hang again.

"Definitely" I respond.
Then he mentions that we should do that "thing" we were talking about.
"Thing?" I wondered.
"Yea, the menage thing."
"Were we really talking about that?" I asked
"Well, it's a fantasy of mine, so yea, would be cool."
"Well" I tell him "if the other guy is hot, clean, and it's all safe, I guess I'd be into it."

Seems like everyone's got their freak on. Everyone but me, of course.

Happy Thanksgiving to All My Readers!

Thanksgiving is a great day.  Despite my personality and inability to allow myself to celebrate, my family has gotten into a few Thanksgiving traditions which we've all come to enjoy.

Every morning, we wake up, head to the family room to watch the parade in New York City on TV. That lasts as long as my kids can stand it, and then they soon are itching to play their video game system.  We eat breakfast, and then head to the local church to help feed the homeless.

It's funny, every year there are an incredible amount of people who help set up, feed the homeless who are bused in and clean up after the homeless.  Most of the time, work can be done by the throngs of others who have decided to attend..and you can easily stand around and do nothing while others help out.  But, my kids and I always find something to do, pass out fruit, rolls, deliver plates of great looking food to these poor people.  We've done this for about the past 3 or 4 years and I think it adds some humility to our lives.  The meaning will not be lost on my kids..because they will be reminded..that there, but for the grace of god go us....

After, we head home, hang out with some out of towners in for the holidays, then head to relatives for a 30 person or so meal of Thanksgiving goodness.  But, for me, the day's meaning is set from the beginning...with family and helping the less fortunate.

I hope everyone finds some way to help others on this Thanksgiving Day.

Enjoy the family, enjoy the food. Have a happy Thanksgiving to all my readers!

Thanksgiving, after all, is a word of action. ~W.J. Cameron

Hump Day: Gimme a Hand

Chasing Storms

I've watched the show. It's not on my regular list of shows I watch, but on occasion, I'll turn on Discovery and watch Storm Chasers. On the show, the "Chasers Team" search across 700,000 square miles of the Great Plains known as "Tornado Alley" for the world's most violent outbreaks of storms and tornadoes. They track down twisters, but just seeing tornadoes has never been enough. Their goal is to go inside and survive!

Recently, fans of the show were shocked to learn that meteorologists and storm chaser Matt Hughes had died. The episode, appropriately titled "Dedication," featured Hughes' final chase as he led the team to what Discovery Channel says was "their best tornado intercepts ever." The show revealed that the same weekend of his last chase, Hughes suffered a fatal injury at his home. He died a week later on May 26, 2010, in Wichita, Kan., at age 30. He is survived by his wife, Kendra, and two sons, Collin and Hunter.

A June 7 blog post written by Hughes' friend and former colleague, reads: "Matt Hughes was taken to the hospital after trying to take his life. Matt was in the hospital for several days in intensive care, there was a 24 hour vigil outside the waiting room, family, other chasers, business associates, etc. I knew we were going to lose him. What a lot of us didn't know was that he suffered from depression."

This young man risked his life everyday doing his job on "Storm Chasers" had a secret desire to die. Maybe it's what made him so good at chasing...that he didn't fear the worst. Despite his relative fame, his seemingly perfect family..this guy had a demon. One that he finally succumbed to.

Maybe he fell into a depressive episode. Maybe he had a bad day. Perhaps he needed someone to reach out to him..ask him what was wrong...offer some hope.

Because even for someone who chased storms for a living..he needed to know that soon the clouds would lift, the rain stop, and the sun shine.

Just have the courage to ride out the storm.

Jonesing For Fun

I've been Jonesing lately. I'm really looking for a boyfriend or long term thing, but finding that thing is really hard, I'm finding.  Most guys aren't looking for a permanent thing.  They want sex..and it also seems, they want some kind of sex that's just not for me (multiples, kink, and drugs).

I go online, and to the usual sites and lists. On Monday, I log in, and almost immediately, I get and email from some dude. Lives nearby,  27 years old, 5'8", brown hair, 145 pounds and white.  He tells me he's bored and "looking for fun."  Hey, me too!

We get into the "intos", ya know: what are you into sexually? He says  he's into sucking, getting sucked, body contact, safe sex and that he's a vers/bttm.  Then, he asks, "U into 3 ways?".

Well, would I be into a three way? Sure, I suppose, but depends on the guys of course. I don't wanna be having sex with 2 ugly guys..and also, the sex may be pushing my limits a little bit.  Seems like three ways always involve some sort of bondage, drugs, kink...  Anyway, it's a fantasy of his..but, he doesn't know of anyone who could join us.

After some more small talk, "Jones" gives me his address and I head over.  I call him on my way and he actually sounds..well, like a guy.  That's a nice change of pace!  It's good to call someone and they have a deep manly, masculine voice and doesn't sound like Jim Jay Bullock (look it up!)

I walk up to his door and he opens it. He's scruffy..facial hair wise.  Not terrible..We walk downstairs, and we talk about the weather for a sec as we are both looking each other over.  He motions to his room nearby and asks "wanna go in?" "Sure" I respond.

We lay down on his bed and talk some more...then we kiss...nice kiss..tongue and all...and we go at it. He's a good kisser, although I detect a smoker's mouth..not ideal..but, still..a good kisser.

He pulls up my shirt and me his. Jones is lean, some hair, not beastly at all.  All good so far.  And a great kisser..did I mention that? lol

He sucks on my nipples and  we kiss some more as we yank off our pants.  He's wearing some white cute little A/X undies.  Looks nice...but soon those are off too and he's making his way down my stomach to my now bare and rock hard cock  He's sucking me and it feels so great...but I don't want it to end so quick so I pull him up and kiss him  some more and then suck his nice cock.

We end up moving around a little and he pulls me on top of him and has me straddle his chest and feed him my cock. He sucks a mean cock and obviously is enjoying it.  We continue making out until he gets up, runs for some lotion and a condom (I'm a safety boy!).

Now this was the hot part :)...

I take some lotion and rub it on my now covered cock. I then get some more lotion in my hand and place a finger slowly in his ass..moving ever so slowing in and then out again. He grabs me, and takes my cock and puts it slowly in his ass..and we just stay there, kind both on our knees with him bent a little and staying still to make sure he's comfortable. It was very slow..very sensual..and then as I kiss his neck and tongue his back and ear, he slowly is moving his ass up and down on my cock.

Slowly, he lowers himself onto his elbows and arms..and is moving still slowly, but with more conviction now...he's got a small but very soft ass..and feels great.  Then, head in the pillow, and I'm taking control now..moving in and out....still rather gently, but definitely with more force.   Faster, faster ...and then there's no turning back..when I pull out, rip off the condom and blow a load half-way up his back and on his ass.

Jones turns over, grabs me again, over his chest to suck me as he jerks himself off with my cock in his mouth.  We lay there a second, and then, get up to clean up. It's then that I notice a bottle of "poppers" on the bed.  I pick it up and smile at him. He says "yea, just in case I needed it..but I didn't."

I've got to go, and so does he.  I tell him how hot it was, and he confirms, grabs my hand, chest bump and a kiss.

"Let's do this again" he says.
Yes, indeedy.

This guy, on top of being cute, had none of the issues  that typically plagues me. Seemed relatively normal..and his ass was nice, clean...no issues there either.

Finally got my fix I needed.

Feed the Crave.

One Foot Out the Door

You fucking horn-bags! Jeez..a few days of blogging about election news, political thoughts and some TV and other news events and you rebel!  Shit..all you guys care about is SEX and my stories about searching for SEX! Well..instead of my initial blog about the Ethiopian food shortage tragedy..you got it..SEX STORIES!  I'll get to Ethiopia another day (not!).

It turned out to be a crazy day. At first, I thought things would be pretty calm in the office. The day before, I had met and planned to meet someone I had talked to online.  He was 35 years old, tall and very lean. It looked like sex was going to be happening.

As I tried to walk out of my office, I received another fax that had to be taken care of.  Then a phone call, then an email..then the phone again. Finally, I leave on my way to this guys place.  He lived quite a bit east of me, and I was hoping that I would have enough time so that I could make my planned pickup of my kids at 7:30pm.

I call him on my way. "I'm running late, but I'll be there by 5:30." I tell him.
"OK.  It's not a problem, I'll be playing my piano." he says. (Piano?  Maybe I should stop there.)

I finally park my car, just five minutes after my initial arrival time and hurry to find his apartment. As I look about I am well, "drawn" would be misleading..let's say I was "made aware" of my destination by the music that I heard. I walked closer to the apartment and with trepidation, pushed the doorbell.  The music stopped and he opened the door.

"Hiiiiiiiii" he says drawn out as he welcomed me in.
"Hey" I replied as I extended my hand.
He motioned me over to the couch like Carol Merril (look it up) and I sat. He sat nearby, drew his legs up and placed his bare feet kind of sideways like my wife would sit.

"Long way" I said. "Sorry I'm late."
"No problem." he replied.  "Gave me time to play" he responded.

Long thin, bony toes.

"So, you like it all." He said.
"Huh?" I asked.
"You need it all..a girl, a boy." he explained.
"Yea, well...it's not easy. But yea, I'm bi."
"And you've had a boyfriend?" he asks, obviously memorizing my profile from the computer.
"Yup, we dated for over two and a half years. It was a good thing while it lasted. It worked.  We were and still are very close, and I consider him a very good friend. But, him being closeted, me being closeted and discreet..it just worked."

Shiny, manicured toenails.

"You're into feet?" he asks.
"Me? "Ugh, no. Why do you say that?"
"Because that's the third time you've looked at mine."
"Uh, no...they're just..so, shiny." I explain.
He stretches out his leg, displaying his foot like it was a work of art.
"Yes, I had a pedicure last week."

I'm thinking I should have skipped this appointment.

"So how long have you been closeted?" I ask with a chuckle.
"Me? Jeez, there's no closet big enough to hold me!" he exclaims.
(No kidding!)

"Listen," I explain "We're not having sex. I don't have the time, and frankly, I'm no longer in the mood."

At that point we continued to talk about..well..me.  He was fascinated how I live my life. How my family life is.  He was curious.

"I can see you're emotional.  You care." he says. "I mean, everyone out there is fucking behind everyone else's back.  Everyone is cheating and they don't care one bit.  You seem to care. You're concerned about you're family and you're just trying to stay happy while keeping you're family together and in tact."

"Yea, I suppose." I say. "But, I know I'm going straight to hell..I don't get a gold star for effort."
He replies: "Well, I don't know that that's true.  You're doing the best you can. There is no right for you. Either way you lose. If you come clean and come out to you're family, you can lose them and you're kids may be affected. If you remain secretive, you live this clandestine, mysterious life. My ex-boyfriends may have cheated on me.  But, I'll bet they didn't think two seconds about what they did.  They didn't have the guilt or contemplation of someone like you. At least you're looking for something..you have concern."

"Right. That's true." I agree.
"Listen, I really have to go. I have to pickup my kid and it's quite a drive."

We get up, and he extends his arms and we hug. I walk out the door and to my car thinking how different our lives are.  How this Jack McFarland (look it up again), piano playing, pedicure getting sad excuse for a man is so not me.

That guys gets me though.

***

Jack: For your information, most people who meet me do not know that I am gay.

Will: Jack, blind and deaf people know you're gay. Dead people know you're gay.

Jack: Grace, when you first met me, did you know I was gay?

Grace: My dog knew

***

Honey, you're so gay when you fell outta the gay tree, you hit every gay branch on the way down. then you landed on a gay man. then you did him.

---Megan Mullally as Karen Walker

Artistic License

Jeff Sheng is an artist based in Los Angeles, California.  His photography has been published in the New York Times Magazine, Newsweek, and Time Magazine, and he has been profiled by the New York Times, the Los Angeles Times, and ABC World News Tonight.  Sheng first became known for “Fearless,” a photo series on "out" LGBT athletes on high school and college sports teams, and Sheng frequently exhibits and speaks about his work at various high schools, colleges and corporations.  Between 2006-2010, he did over forty solo exhibitions and artist talks at high school and college campuses across the United States.  Other exhibition venues have included ESPN Headquarters in 2008, the 2009 International LGBT Human Rights Conference in Copenhagen, Denmark, the 2010 Winter Olympics and Nike World Headquarters in 2010.

For the last two years, Jeff has been photographing closeted service members in the U.S. military affected by the Don't Ask, Don't Tell policy, in a way that still obscures or hides their actual identities.  The photographs are taken in a hotel room or bedroom near where these individuals are stationed, the bedroom being a reference to the issue of privacy, and the government's policing our private lives.  Jeff has so far photographed nearly 70 service members for the series and most of the subjects are still serving in the military.

 

The website to get the book is at www.dadtbook.com and my website has more images: www.jeffsheng.com

Green with Envy

Is there person more physically perfect, more staggeringly sexy than Ryan Reynolds? Thanks to the nation's magazines, we now have a definitive answer to that question: no.

People Magazine named Ryan Reynolds its 2010 "Sexiest Man Alive."  Reynolds' Green Lantern trailer hit the 'net Tuesday night.

You be the judge:

Hump Day: Deviant

The Deviant Art team is made up of diverse and talented individuals from all over the world. They take great pride in creating a supportive environment for the online artist community.  Founded in August 2000, deviantART is the largest online social network for artists and art enthusiasts with over 13 million registered members, attracting 35 million unique visitors per month.

Here are some inspiring images from their website:




 

A Word of Thanks

From a reader:
 
BLM

Thank you for your post on 11/1 and revealing how often you have sex with your wife. I have been married 20 years. For the last 12 years, I have had sex with her once or twice a year.

According to sex surveys, couples married 20 years have sex a few times a month or more. It gave me some level of comfort to know I am not alone with the low frequency of sex. I know here are lots of bi married guys out there. Now knowing lots of men my age, bi and str8, are not having regular sex with their wives was interesting.

Other than the sex, my home life if great.  My wife is a very pleasant person to be around, she never nags or wants stuff.  I have two great teenagers and a nice house.  So, I keep my wild sexual side in check my fucking around with some guys I met online.  These guys are now my best friends.  In my late 40's,  I am more sexual and in better shape now than I was in my 20s. I thought guys were suppose to get less horny as we age, not the case with me.  I am happy I have found a sexual outlet with my buds.  Not sure what the future will bring. For now, my situation is working for me. 

I hope yours is working for you too.

Thanks again for the post.

The White Lie

Hope everyone hasn't been completely bored with the political and moral issues that have recently been featured on the blog posts. They're topics that have recently been in the news..and we will be getting back to some other normal blog stuff..like boys, sex and my crazy life.

I was asked by some after my posting about the legalization of pot, how I would react if I found out my kids had smoked pot.  First, let me tell you about my own use of the drug.

I admitted it before..I smoked and inhaled, unlike our former President, Bill Clinton.  Yes, I inhaled more than once..often, a lot..damn too much some times. As with alcohol, I drove under the influence.  Often, as with alcohol, I drove when I shouldn't have..clearly shouldn't have.  I think it's a blessing and pure luck that I didn't get pulled over, arrested, or god forbid, get into an accident and hurt of kill someone.

In college, I was a pot-head. I smoked every day. I bought often, always having the drug was a necessity, and having the money to buy it was a priority.  I was happy when I smoked, had some laughable great times with some people when high..and to this day, wonder if smoking a little pot would make my often rocky personality "even out" - if that makes any sense at all.

But there was also a time when smoking didn't have the same effects that it did in the beginning.  The high wasn't as high..the fun wasn't as fun. The lethargy increased because I had to smoke more in an attempt to get the same effects. I was often sick..coughing...it made breathing harder and more uncomfortable. It was then that I said to hell with it!

I entered graduate school, and other than a few occasions, I pretty much ended my drug use.  In my later years, I started working out, eating better, and taking care of myself.  With age, comes wisdom, I suppose. It's probably been almost 20 years since I smoked pot.  And I'm glad it ended then. I also rarely drink at all nowadays either.  This is a choice I've decided for myself.

On the rare occasion that I do have some alcohol, it is even rarer that I do so in front of my children.  I believe that children learn from their "role models" and that doing so would encourage their alcohol use and make it more "ordinary". (I am completely aware of the irony that I am promoting my position as a good role model for my children on a blog that is about a me, a bisexual, closeted, married man).

I have friends that drink all the time..in front of kids, even offering their kids a "sip" and laughing.  I don't think that's the best policy although some would argue that exposing children to responsible alcohol use early would encourage them to drink responsibly as adults.

What would I do if my children ask me if I smoked pot when younger? Without trepidation..without a thought, without a pause..I'd lie. No, I have not smoked, never did, never will..and don't agree with it. Why? Because once you open the can of worms, it's almost impossible to stop them from squirming out. If I did it, how can I tell them not to do it? How can I be disappointed if they try it? It confirms to them that I survived it, and so shall they.

We've talked about how we want to live our lives - how people are perceived.  Do you want to be that kid over there - dressed in black, red Mohawk hair..ring through their nose..smoking pot by the tree? Everyone in school knows he's a pot-head. It reflects on his family. His reputation will always come into your mind when someone talks about him, whether it's next week or next decade - he will always be the pot smoking kid from school.  Wouldn't you rather be the athlete, the scholar, the good friend and popular well liked kid in school? I think the answer is clear and thankfully, for now, my children have chosen the later.

I understand that some may say that by explaining to children that this is what I did, and I know, I'm older and experienced and therefore I know you shouldn't do this...is a valid way to teach children too.

But when it comes to drugs, I'm a big fat liar.

Must Watch TV!

I'm not a soap fan (unless you count "Soap" the long ago soap opera show parody staring Billy Crystal as a gay man).  I wasn't into Luke and Laura and I didn't care how many awards Susan Lucci lost out on for best actress.  It seems most TV viewers feel the same as me, since there remains very few soap operas on television today.

But, who knew! Somehow, I saw that As The World Turns (ATWT) has a very compelling and very sexy story line that I've been missing. It's that of Luke and Noah, now commonly known as "Nuke" who are the new power couple in soap opera circles!

Luke (Van Hansis) comes out as gay and fancies his friend Noah (Jake Silbermann) who in the age old soap convention has a girlfriend. However, the pair share a kiss after Luke helps Noah do up his tie for some event or something. The kiss was the first of its time on daytime America and was subject to some criticism from pathetic homophobes - but ‘Nuke’ fans just loved it and were left wanting more. More followed as the characters locked lips several times more and eventually, through various twists and turns, became a couple.

In true soap style though the producers decided to throw in a few bumps for Luke and Noah - such as affairs and a freak accident that lead to one of them being blinded and resentful. As The World Turns has been in its dying days for some years now and CBS has now formally canceled the soap. The romance between Luke and Noah was its last glory storyline which saw ratings rise and praise heaped on it - though this being America the homophobes were quick to criticize. With the ending of the soap months away now fans are hoping for a happy ending between Luke and Noah. (Courtesy of ATV Today)

I look at the super couple and see similarities to a special relationship I had. They're sweet together, and downright sexy.  There of course are the questions as to whether the actors are indeed gay. As it turns out, rumors have it that Jake Silbermann is not gay, but his co-star, Van Hansis apparently is. It is indeed an interesting story line.  One that I can certainly feel some kind of kinship to.

Crack Pot

There's been an increase in the "grass-roots" effort to legalize pot lately. In California last Tuesday, voters narrowly defeated a proposition to legalize the adult possession of limited quantities of marijuana. While initial thoughts may be that the defeat would thwart the movement, the 45 percent of Californians voting ‘yes’ on Prop. 19 marks the greatest percentage of citizen support ever recorded on a statewide marijuana legalization effort.  So, it may only intensify efforts to legalize the drug.

The fight is well organized. There is a foundation called NORML whose listed mission is as follows:  "The NORML Foundation's mission is to educate the public about the costs of marijuana prohibition and the benefits of alternative policies, to undertake research into various aspects of marijuana and marijuana policy implication, and to provide legal support and assistance to victims of the current laws."

Now, I'm not a marijuana prude. I've been there...I've smoked..and inhaled. But, given the choice of legalizing pot or not, I think there are compelling reasons not to allow it to be legalized.

Imagine a world where pot is legalized.  Your morning commute is forever changed.  Your bus driver/train operator/school bus driver is now under the influence of a drug which cannot be easily detected.  There is no standardized limits of "over-indulgence" as there is now with alcohol and no way to test for such impairment.

Drivers on the road are now free to drive impaired, the only governor being their own sense of morality.

We now spend billions of dollars on anti-smoking and anti-alcohol campaigns each year. A large majority of that money is tax payer money.  The costs to businesses of smoking and alcohol related conditions, from increased health costs, to absenteeism related costs, to decrease in productivity is enormous.  How will these costs be affected by the legalization of pot?

It seems that we've turned the corner on convincing our children that drinking and driving and tobacco use

has negative and often disastrous affects.  What will we do if marijuana is legalized? Will this require more taxpayer money from an already financially stressed constituency? Maybe we can make the school day longer to now have extra classes on the effects of the now legalized drug.

Pot has always been the "safer" drug of choice for those delving into the illegal areas of recreational use. What now that pot has been taken off that list? I don't believe pot is a "gateway drug" as proposed by many that it's just a starting point for increased drug use. But, where do our children experiment now? Cocaine? Heroine? Is that the starting point we want for our children?

Yes, legalization of pot sounds fun.  Of course, there are some compelling arguments for the legalization.  We could tax the hell out of it and use that money for schools, infrastructure or other needy financially strapped organizations or causes.  But, as is the case with Alcohol and Tobacco, often, that money is re-infused in campaigns and attempts to get people to Just Say No. 

Why don't we Just Say No - Now?

Hump Day: All the Way

You've seen him – and, admit it, drooled over that body – in Katy Perry's new video for "Teenage Dream," but there's more to a man than his six-pack. So, just who is this hot-looking guy steaming up the small screen?

He's Josh Kloss: An actor (he appeared on several episodes of The O.C. in 2003), a musician, and yes, he's available.