Are You Têtu Enough to Save Ryan?

Têtu wants you to save Ryan!

Take a look at these pictures and let me know if you are still willing to save Ryan (AKA Ryan Barrett) afterward. Chances are you will want to... I mean just look at this hottie! Thumbs up to Ryan Barrett for looking that great, Sasha Eisenman for the photography and Nicolas Klam for the styling. Rejoice yourselves!

Song of the week (June 11th to June 17th)

Damnit I am hella excited for this week's winner!!!

 

The song of the summer is no else than Call Me Maybe by Canadian-born Carly Rae Jepsen! At first, I liked the song and the more I listened to it the more I knew it would be an instant hit and would smash all of our radios the whole length of the summer! Was I right or not? Well until now it seems like The Big Dog was right!

 

Hey, I just met you, this is crazy, but here's my number, call me maybe!

 

This line sounds awkward and reminds all of us of our teens when we didn't know shit about anything related to relationships or even sex lol! But the truth is this kind of thing works but just make sure not to say "this is crazy"; you'll sound even sillier! Just say: "Hey I just met you, you're a cutie, here's my number, call me maybe". That would be deemed acceptable and be part of #teamnofeelings. If you call yourself crazy in front of your potential mate, you are screwed and chances are you won't be screwed by him nor get the chance to screw him! So to hell with it!

 

Here's the official Carly Rae Jepsen video featuring hot-as-fuck Holden Nowell pulling a gay dude out of himself:

 

Here's the Abercrombie & Fitch version with sizzlin' cute fucks! I need to say that the sexy mulato dude at  1:17 is the one I saw at their main store in NYC back in December 2011!!!!:

 

Here's another cheesy version with a cute A&F dude:



A Night at the Moulin Rouge

During our stay in the French capital, Jizz, Cherryka and I were willing to try everything French.

 

We stayed in Paris for five days and tried to make it to every major landmark or activity favoured and sought after by international tourists.

 

After roaming through the narrow and crowded streets of Paris, making our way to the top of the Eiffel Tower, eating macaroons at La Durée, strolling on Les Champs Élysées, visiting the exclusive Fashion boutiques and the Canadian Embassy on Avenue de Montaigne, trying to find Edith Piaff's grave at the Père LaChaise cemetery and walking under the Arc de Triomphe, we wanted to try something a little naughtier.

 

Even though we had made our way to the über gay district called Le Marais the night before and had had the lustiness to delight our eyes with shirtless cuties in a strip club, it wasn't enough for us. In fact, the Parisian gayborhood got nothing on Montreal's, New York's or San Francisco's; it's pretty tiny, mundane and inaccessible.We needed something sassy yet salty. That's when Cherryka got the très bonne idée to book tickets the Moulin Rouge.

Being almost broke and on the verge of being harrassed by Mastercard, we decided to opt for the cheapest option which did not include anything else than the show itself.

 

That is how we managed to get in Montmartre on time for the show to be held. As we were the youngest and cheapest guests, they sat us on the second floor in a corner near a speaker where we had to toss and turn in order to see the whole show and follow the dancers through their routine!

 

All three of us were stunned by the French tatas being shown a few meters from our faces and brightened by kilowatts of artificial light. All the songs sung by the songstresses and dancers were downright cheesy and tacky but very catchy which resulted in us singing them for days after the show. Another amazing asset of the show: their cut, lean and toned male dancers who all look gay and ready to bust a nut with one another! A great show not to miss if you plan on spending a few days in the French capital and want to be entertained!

 

http://www.moulinrouge.fr/

 



Finish with a Finnish

I have met a lot of cute guys in my life up until now, but this one's a catch.

 

As a contemporary and out gay man, I wish to have a lot of fun (huh-uh) during my 20s, to slow down during my 30s and be settled in my 40s. Everytime I encounter a new prospect who has boyfriend potential material, it reminds me that a relationship might be of interest of mine someday.

 

After meeting this overly handsome, educated, sexy, charming, exotic and hypnotizing Finnish dude, I must say I almost fell in love for a second! After sejourning in the lovely province of Alpes-Provence-Côte d'Azur in the South of France with a bunch of friends while visiting Merry who did a student exchange at IDHEC, I had the overwhelming pleasure to meet one of the hottest blondshells ever: a 25 y.o. Finnish dude. Blessed with a rugged masculinity, a tight booty, a baby face, an affection for all things British and refined, a muscular and toned body, Suomi Baby had all the necessary assets to make a gay man go bananas. 

 

If I were just a tad more of a freak, I'd post  a pic of him right here so all of you future readers can judge for yourselves how flawless this beast was but goddamnit you gotta believe me: he was a Nordic God. I have to recount to you every step that led to us meeting and me getting an erection and a heartache (lol).

 

My friend Merry had told me that all the friends she made in Nice were Scandinavians as she barely met any other Quebeccer. I didn't know anything about these friends and didn't know which country in Scandinavia they were from, which gender they were, how old they were or any other basic fact I should have known. Merry had talked about Suomi Baby a few times but claiming he was going out with her chubby friend (a girl) from Toronto.

 

I assumed he was straight and had a penchant for embedded girls. I later learned that despite them being rumored as "dating", their lips had never locked and they had never engaged into anything sexual. I saw him for the first time for a few seconds at Fatty Fat Fat's appartment late one night while Merry, Cherryka, Jizz and I were chatting, drinking and chilling. I immeditaly fell shy of becoming awkward and clumsy due to his magnetic presence and charm. I acted as if I couldn't care less but was actually extremely curious about him and thought he looked a bit gay (more than a bit actually).

 

The day after I tried my best to hide my interest and made an attempt at acquiring more info regarding that Scandinavian hunk through Merry. She informed me that he identified as bisexual, owned a company, was wealthy, a tad superficial but overall very very nice. All of these infos made me go nuts as I dreamed of having raunchy rooftop sex overlooking the Mediterranean Sea with him (LOL)! We met again for a second time but barely talked. The third time we met, I had the ultimate pleasure to sit next to him and asked him a billion questions about him.

 

If I am not mistaken, I felt as if he might have been slightly charmed by me as well as he would ask me stuff about my life, Quebec and other facts surrounding my "Chinese World Tour" as I like to call it. We discussed everything from Music to working out, Finland to Quebec, snus to alcohol, Nice to Merry and so on and so forth. I never dared to ask him anything regarding his sexuality or even coming close to the topic but overheard him talk about a past relationship of his which was with a man.

 

I was incredibly delighted by his presence and hoped something sexual (or a cheesy makeout session) would be the outcome of that night. All of us then went to a crowded nightclub in old Nice and that's when things got awkward. As a cold and frigid Finnish, he could not bust a move nor seem to enjoy himself in a nightclub. He then wanted to impress us by purchasing a Champagne bottle and share with us. I tried my best to act as if I weren't shy and didn't care that much about him but was actually trying to figure out any ways I could get into his pants. The night ended up boringly and abruptly when we all left the club and he simply told me: "have a good night and I hope we'll meet again".

 

As part of my new "macho-wannabe" philosophy, I responded by a nonchalant "we sure will, good night to you too". What was really disappointing is that we never saw each other again and I left for Barcelona two days later. Since then, I've been under his spell and thought about him! I added him on Facebook but we never wrote to each other. Nothing will never happen between us but I'll keep this encounter as a hell of a good traveling souvenir for years to cum! If I could, I would undeniably finish what I had started with that Finnish if you know wut I mean...

 

BTW: My friend Merry told me just recently that she thinks he might have been interested by me and that it could have worked out between us. Just too bad!

 



New Favourite Movie of Mine

For those of you who have been reading my blog since the very beginning, you know I'm a Quentin Tarantino fan.

 

That being said, I practically watched every movie of his since I first heard of Kill Bill back in 2004 when I was 14! I have been delighted by Pulp Fiction (1995), From Dusk Till Dawn (1996), Planet Terror (2007), Death Proof (2007), Inglorious Basterds (2009) but was utterly disappointed by Reservoir Dogs I must say. I wanted to watch Jackie Brown since a while and finally had the opportunity after joining NetFlixx just recently.

 

I was agreeably surprised by the acting skills displayed by Pam Grier, Samuel L. Jackson and Michael Keaton. Funnily enough, the whole plot concocted by Jackie Brown to steal muhla from Ordell (Jackson) seems way too complicated for nothing but makes for an entertaining and smart executed plan. Wise is the one who organizes such a tremendous, hidden gunfight to recuperate money she brought in from Mexico along with her dignity and freedom. Long live Jackie Brown! Enjoy y'all! Plus I need to point out the fact that the music from the motion picture is incredibly good and am in love with every Jazz joint.

 

 



Song of the Week (June 4th to June 10th)

Ohlala traveling has never been that exciting! Asia is tha shiz! I am so thrilled and ecstatic these days that the only songs I can listen to are tunes that'll have the clubs blastin' and the merrymakes even merrier. 

This week I am offering you a back-in-'01 song from my friend Shaggy. That's it: Angel is our winner. This song reminds me of when I was 12 years and super innocent, jolly and didn't beg for anything else than the summer sun roasting my cheeks. That's also pre-acne, adolescence, libidough, WHOREmones, University stress, international travels, before I even spoke English and before I grew up to be over 6' haha! So much has happened ever since then but guess what: Rodzilla is still a scrawny little blond boy from the South Shore of Montreal who just happens to be a fan of Shaggy!

Calvins

Although I have to say I am more a fan of their ad campaigns than their products themselves, I have to admit Calvin Klein carries good quality of underwear.

That's correct; Calvins have become incredibly famous back in the '90s thanks to their provocative ads featuring supermodels such as Tyson Beckford, Marcus Schenkenberg and Kate Moss for women.

This season, Calvin is back with a very intriguing product: low-rise, skin-tight, moulding briefs made out of a special microfiber and seaming technology that ensures placing, comfort, aesthetics as well as as thermo-regulator and an ego-booster per se!

Despite their gnarly high price, Calvins are back on track and they might be strong enough this time to convince me into purchasing them babies and staring at myself wearing them in the mirror... Who knows?!

Enjoy'em pics.

Model Crush: Todd Sanfield

This American model -unlike many others- has brains to support his beauty.

Indeed, Todd Sanfield (my new male model crush) is enrolled into a Ph.D in Pharmacy while trying to find time slots to book modelling jobs and run his business, Todd Sanfield Underwear. 

What is impressive about him is that unlike his hot jocks counterparts, he invested into long-lasting ventures such as studies and business instead of solely relying on his good looks and smoking bod to pay off.

He launched his underwear line about two years ago and is already a huge success among young men, athletic jocks and the Gay community in general :-P! Of course, all of us gays go GaGa for handsome studs like him! 

His Fashion spreads in Gay magazines such as Têtu, Out and DNA have won him to be a favourite among others who've pleasured us by gracing the covers before! 

Just recently, Sanfield released one of his most-awaited modelling work of all time: Hotel | Motel. This Fashion collection of still images of Mr. Sanfield features him in all sorts of scantily-clad gymnastic poses that threaten the limits of physical agility and muscular symmetry. A must-see.