Gay Bloggies

Hay boys! It seems like I'm the lone ranger waving the sissy flag.

17 my ass oh how I wish.

I've been blogging for years and quite frankly, if you haven't heard of me in any shape or form then you probably live under a rock somewhere. I exist and that's that. Besides, I'm not really good when it comes to introducing myself in front of them gays. The last time I pulled shit like this was back in 1999 when I went to a gay teen youth group meeting in London (never, I repeat, never read Time Out when you're bored and horny). I wore a massive Gucci fox fur coat that night and my opening line was "is this the gay teen youth group? am I the only gay person around here?" You should've seen the fracas and the commotion I created amongst a bunch of 15 year old Adidas-and-Reebok clad English boys -- culture shock in their own homeland. It was soo strange because the topic that night was "coming out" and all these young boys were being melodramatic about coming out to the people they love and I couldn't relate at all. They even put me on the spot, asking all sorts of silly questions but they totally avoided asking me whether I'm out. I think it was good that they didn't ask me because I never had to "come out". In my case, there was really no need for it. I'm lucky enough to have an amazing family who just "knew" the moment I busted out of my mum's vajayjay with flying colours. It was then that I realized I don't belong to a god damn youth group, I belong to a nightclub, getting my ass gangbanged in the darkrooms that I should be more accepting of the gays -- they come in various shapes, sizes and colours and none of them are as lucky as I am.

I'm obliged to tell more about myself so if you haven't come out of the big giant pink box, well...

I'm Bryanboy and I'm planet earth's favourite third world fag. I'm so gay I sweat glitter! I'm also the one-man circus princess behind Bryanboy.com. I live in the cesspit of the third world also known as the Philippines (third world represent!). I like to tell people I'm 17 years old but in reality I'm 19. I don't let my age get in the way. After all, age is only a number... until you turn 30, that is.

I love fashion but my own personal style is highly questionable. Some people think I'm full of myself while some think I self-deprecate too much. I like to watch arses get filled with hot creamy white population paste but I'm a "bottom boi" or whatever the hell they call it these days, "power bottom"? Eeew. Anyway, I'm full of contrasts and that's what makes me colourful. Repeat after me: I'm a smart, intelligent, businesswoman.

Random trivia: I love anything striped. I like going to remote places where nobody can see me prance around in high heels, take pictures in exchange for lots of web hits. 65 Guy Creampie starring Ariana Jollee is my favourite movie ever, followed by Romy & Michelle's High School Reunion. When I was 13, I used to call those phone sex hotlines in the Carribean that you find on the back pages of Rolling Stone magazine. My favourite line to pick up guys? "Hi, my name is Amber, I'm 16 and I have a bald pussy." I have a small tattoo of a gecko beside my belly button that I got when I was 14.

And there you have it. Visit my blog, www.bryanboy.com, if you want to learn more about me.

Geography is no boundary when it comes to Bryanboy's faggotry. Email me and tell me you love me! My email address is bryanboy@gmail.com.

I love you all! Keep the faggotry alive!

PS. Stop whatever it is that you are doing and vote for me.

PPSS. You know the other day, one of my straight Serbian friends asked me what gays in my country look like. I wanted to shut my piehole and not make a comment until he googled and found photos of one of the gay clubs in Manila (I've only been there once earlier this year)... and then I realized, dayuuummmm I'm pretty... and it hurts!

Just kidding!! OMG. I love everybody so vote for me ;)