SHOTS!

This branded product goes along with the launch of LOGO!'s new reality show "BUTT JUICE" - a story of grown gay men who go to summer camp and hilarity ensues as they all vie for for the Queen of Camp Trophy. Camp Director Michael Lucas. Soundtrack by Bjork.

They Fight Just Like Real People

TDTF

We took a jaunt over to the Dallas BBQ and decided to play a game of "Draw Your Ideal Penis."
3 Straight Girls, 3 Gay Guys, and 1 Lonely Hetero Boyfriend later we came up with these.
Can you tell whose is whose?

100 REASONS TO DRINK

Last Friday was the OUT 100 Gala at Gotham Hall. And if you weren't getting drunk there hoping to fuck someone then you were probably drinking somewhere else hoping to fuck someone, both of you wondering if you would have found richer asses at this shmancy event.

You wouldn't.

If you didn't make it, you missed it. And if you missed it you read about it - John thought it was lackluster, Queerty thought it was tacky and Aaron thought everyone missed the point. But in the end the gays still jam-packed the doors trying to get in for......well.....alcohol? Yes, indeed.

Here's the wrap up from the Largest Annual Gay Pre-Gaming Party Ever!

First those who definitely got drunk and ended up in bed alone:

Accessorizing at Staples is never a good idea (enlarge to see what this means). Big Red Button!

Too many accesories clutter an outfit!

Too much face clutters an outfit!


What kind of sex do drag queens have - I'll take a tranny any day!


If you look close you can see Nick is sporting a grazed head wound just narrowly escaping the EW ax that came down earlier that day. Shia - Right.


I wish Richie Rich would take off that damn hat, start dressing like Richie Rich McCauly Culkin style.

DRUM ROLL PLEASE.....AND THE WINNERS OF THE DRUNK GAYS PROBABLY GOT SOME THAT NIGHT AND PROBABLY DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN:

On the left is Bye bye LOVE! with Michael Bubble
On the right two dudes, one who glows in the dark.

As Always - Photos Courtesy of the Black Strap-Ons

Who am I? I don't know. I guess I have a lot of things to ponder.

As we here at Drunk Gays sit around, drinking and talking to each other, and then drinking and talking but not really listening and then drinking and mumbling and stumbling and so on....we wonder, where does it all lead?

We've received some really fun input from friends and old lovers and new lovers bosses and beyond. But we're all about growing so let's try an experiment - Drunk gays happens every night all over this fine city.

You have photos, we have a blog.

You have questions/comments/thoughts and feelings - we have answers, or something resembling an answer.

Email us at drunkgays@gmail.com

Some have suggested this blog really ought to remain a one hit wonder. Go down in the annals of history as the blog that could have been. And as much as I appreciate that input, I feel it our duty as a gay community equipped with digital cameras to document the follies that befall us.
But to fully appreciate the origins of drunk gays let me take you back, way back, to the summer of 2008 and more specifically ye olde Metropolitan BBQs. The ones where you say you're there for just one and end up staying until you can't count past one. Well ladies and gentlemen, trannies and otherwise identified individuals....this is our beginning and it all starts with the scantily clad:

photos courtesy of Rosemary

Anonymous Comments

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