Monday, October 13, 2008

What is a “Twink”?

This question recently came up on a list I’m on, and one person was tickled enough by it that he suggested I “publish” it.  By your command, edited for blogability…
It’s shorthand for “Twinkie&rdquo — which we all know is golden sponge cake with cream filling, light and fluffy and full of preservatives and pretty much nutrition free, but (to some people) oh so yummy.

Ergo, a “twink&rdquo as a person is light and fluffy and full of cream (and often blond, and usually gay), without a lot of substance to him, but (to some people) oh so yummy.  A male airhead, like, you know?  (And I’m sure that somewhere, female twinks are referenced, too.  Probably letter-shifted to “twynks”.)

It used to be almost always a derogatory term, but these days, I gather it’s a mark of pride for some boys.  (It’s still a negative term in my book, though.  I never use it as a favorable reference.)

Updated on May 3, 2010:
I recently read more details on the origin of the term — when it was first used, whether it’s connected to the Hostess treat, etc. — but the details were inconclusive.  One of the more intriguing connections was to a British perm lotion called Twink, which inspired Britsh psychedelic musician John Charles Adler to adopt “Twink” as his stage name.  Adler was involved in bands called The Faries and the Pink Faries; draw your own conclusions.

Another possible origin for the word might relate to stars, as in “Twinkle, twinkle, little star.”  A twinkling star appears insubstantial and not stable.

Updated on February 11, 2011
Retroactively added another version of the definition to the blog, merging in from my older blog.  Complete with a nasty exchange from someone who misinterpreted humor for hatred.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

What Were They Thinking?
     — Dr. Laura Masturbates

“What Were They Thinking?” highlights products and presentations which just don’t make sense.

On Monday morning, driving to work, I scanned past the conservative talk radio station KVI, which recently decided to pull off the morning talk show “The Commentators” in favor of Dr. Laura.

We love her.

The bumper (“end of a car”?) music was this New Wave classic:
“I Touch Myself” by the Divinyls

(Actually, it may have been a more recent cover, since the voice sounded higher than in this recording.   Same difference.)

Just wrap your head around that for a moment: Dr. Laura, and a song about jilling off.

Updated on February 9, 2010

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Ireland: Saturday, March 1

Written Sunday, March 2 at 2:25 pm, Dublin (at the hotel)

Well, I never made it out to the pubs.  I got “ordered in” via Manhunt, and went out to the apartment of a couple locals.  A little leather hood, a little restraints, a little spanking, and little fucking, a little getting my dick sucked by an additional guy who was there, and little (but not enough!) ass play.  I had been thinking about going to the local sauna (bath house), the Boilerhouse, but back to the hotel after 2:00, that’s not going to happen.  (And their cover is steep, anyway, so I’ll just save some bucks, er, Euros.)  Wish the scene had lasted longer, but I can’t complain.

Updated on January 13, 2010

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Ireland: Friday, February 29 (part 3)

Written Saturday, March 1 at 2:28 pm, Dublin (at the hotel)

Made eyes at a couple bearish types at Pantibar and The George last night, but nothing beyond that.  Came back to the hotel around 1:30.  (Pantibar is named for an MTF transsexual performer, and I guess owner of the bar, Panti.  Part of the decor is red women’s and men’s underwear as light diffusers over the lampshades.)

Updated on January 12, 2010

Friday, February 29, 2008

Ireland: Friday, February 29 (part 2)

Written Friday, February 29 at 10:11 pm, Dublin (at the hotel)

I hooked up with a Dublin guy early in the evening via Manhunt.  (He’s actually from “the north”; don’t know if that means Belfast/Northern Ireland or not.)  Ended up as and interesting encounter: he asked me to put on some of my leather — I only brought a vest and some boots, to keep the weight down — and that plus a nice fat dick made him want me to fuck him.   No problem.  Except that he’d never been fucked before (and hadn’t done much fucking himself, I gather; I guess he was mostly an oral guy).  Fat dick + cherry ass = probably quite the memorable time for him.  (Moreso because of the Prince Albert piercing — I only have the 6-gauge curved barbell in, so nothing nearly so dramatic as if the 2-gauge ring were in, but still, multiple new sensations for him!)  Did he like it?  He wasn’t sure; he had some definite pain, and he didn’t know what he should be feeling (and I could barely tell him, it’s been 18 years since I was in that place), but he stuck with it like a trooper and eventually decided he just needed to jam himself on down.  (First time I’ve deflowered a guy, to my knowledge.  He took it easier than some have, though!)

Updated on January 11, 2010

Ireland: Friday, February 29

Written Friday, February 29 at 12:25 pm, on the train to Dublin

I’ve got the starts of a couple play sessions for this evening set up already, although how well they’ll play through remains to be seen.  (As is always the case with such.)  Being “fresh meat” in Dublin will probably help boost them to working, of course.  First one will likely be 6:30 pm or so.  A lot will depend on Internet access at the hotel or close by.