Mmmm chubbilicious Friday mornin goodness.

My first review.

I really don't have any words. My restaurant was reviewed by The Pitch's food critic Charles Ferruzza. Despite some very valid critiques, the review was overwhelmingly positive. I can't help but feel that there was a good bit of focus on me and it was also very positive.

Hamburger Mary's figures Kansas City's ready for big gay burgers

This means a lot for Mary's, obviously. It also means a great deal for me. Through print media, one mans unabashed honesty, my punk rock in your face homosexuality and my love of food, my name was just put on the map as someone to watch.

Thank you Charles, very much.

So, I like chubby guys,,,

It's been brought to my attention lately, how odd it is that "someone like (me) you likes chubby guys". At first I wasn't sure how to respond to this. I have no idea who should and shouldn't like chubby fellas. I for one do. I will take a big beefy sweet smilin muscle chub over a lean and mean boy any day. Thats just my thing. When asked "why?" I cannot provide and answer. I just do. People have suggested that perhaps my first sexual encounter was with a chubby guy. It was not. My first sexual encounter was with a well built older gentleman who could not be described as either muscled or a chub. So where does the attraction come from?

  I have no idea. Though the idea of there being a "reason" per se interests me. For the life of me I couldn't fathom one. There is something to me about the way a heftier man feels when you hug him. The smoothness of his skin. The way he feels when snuggling in bed. And yes, I DO snuggle, "butch" or no, I fuckin snuggle.  I enjoy the way a nice belly feels when pressed against me. Or the soft but massive strength in a heavier guys chest when my head rests on it.

 I suppose this diatribe comes from feeling as though I have to justify what I am attracted to. Simply put. I do not.

Tell me this isn't sexy. A smaller, well built sexy fella snugglin up to and kissing a big, strong handsome muscle chub.

I wonder what ya'lls thoughts on this are.

Evolutions

It's no secret that we, as human beings, are immensely passionate and emotional creatures. We are capable of so broad a range of feelings that one would be hard pressed to find words or descriptors for them all. Hell, for all that we feel in a day alone. So it stands to reason that we are oft times confused as to our own feelings. For that matter, what is a feeling? An Emotion? Are they merely blasts of neuro activity and chemicals being dumped into our blood after being triggered by stimuli? Or is there a hint of the ever elusive soul in there? One has to wonder. I know I do. Normally, I hold my feelings in tight reign. I dislike distraction and complication almost as much as I loathe repetition. Yet at times I find myself overwhelmed by emotion. Unable to parse what it is I am feeling, let alone how to react.

I find myself in such a predicament now. I do not like it. I find myself growing angry at the confusion and the inability to understand something so fundamentally ME. When you cannot comprehend your own emotional state. How do you explain it to those you love? Those who care for and worry after you?

As in many cases, I wish I had the answer. Sadly. I do not.

I am trying however.