
As I have stated
unashamedly in previous posts I don't often socialize or befriend my fellow gays but I am never without friends nor have I ever been. So it doesn't take Sidney Sheldon to decipher that I must be friends with a large number of breeders; my best friend is a straight guy.
However this has led to the assumption, albeit by no fault of their own, that I am also secretly an aesthetic wizard who can turn Andy Dick into Chance Crawford with the wave of an H&M gift certificate. I can't even cook spaghetti noodles properly, I have never had a membership at a gym nor do I have any desire to come in and Queer Eye your apartment for you (go to fucking Ikea and hope everything matches; that's what I have to do).
However certain matters of self-hygiene and presentation that I naively assumed were common knowledge apparently didn't come in a manual with the birth of these pussy lovers when they were born. my Mother, on the other hand, gladly read her copy of
How To Raise the Perfect Gay Child cover to cover, dog-earring many pages and attacking it with multiple highlighters.
So, in an attempt to pass my wisdom, and perhaps get a few less straight guys asking me beauty tips, I've put together what I like to affectionately refer to as "The Straight 8", eight fundamental and extremely simple steps to self-matinence that apparently too many heterosexual men seem to have no concept or understanding of.
Now, some of you may already do these things (which means you secretly like penis in your mouth) but I digress, I have thought long and hard and while some things I thought were not as important as others I have concluded with these 8 essential steps.
#1 - MOISTURIZE!Moisturizing is NOT just for women and the secret to any over 40 male movie star that doesn't look over 40 (a la Brad Pitt) is that they moisturize. It seems silly at 20 or 21 but when your about to hit 30 and suddenly realize that your favorite bar is suddenly crawling with a whole new batch of smooth skinned 21 year old men trying to take your honeys (and you foolishly increase your weekly hours at the gym in an attempt to regain some youth and in turn only gain more muscle mass as your head gets smaller and smaller) you'll realize that this fag was on to something. Don't want to look 30 when you are, then everyday apply just a little moisturizer to the face and you're good to go. If you start now and do it regularly the benefit will pay off long after.
NOTE: Finding a good moisturizer for men is hard, I've been searching since I was 16, but I've found it. Go to the
Clinique counter at your department store (or get your girlfriend too, chicken shit) and go to the men's section. It's called
Clinique Skin Supplies for Men, M LOTION.
#2 - FIND A GOOD HAIRDRESSER AND STICK WITH THEMThe secret to great hair is simple, don't pay less than $10 for a haircut (I don't give a fuck who you are) and don't go to someone different every time. Too many men carelessly get their hair cut at walk-in salons that take 15 minutes to finish and cost even less. Go to an actual hair salon and find a hairdresser you like and then STICK WITH THEM! That's the secret; a long-term relationship with a good, qualified hairdresser will result in a good long-term relationship with a woman (or many one-night stands).
#3- GET OUTTA THAT BED!Easy on the fake n' bake, boys! What was exclusively gay is now mostly straight as gay men start to realize that skin cancer at 29 doesn't rock and neither does looking orange while straight men, always 10 years behind, think their Fabutan membership is the most cherished thing in their lives next to their precious penis (even I fell victim to this back in high school). BUT STOP! You look stupid, and you'll look like you're 35 at 25. Just wear sunscreen and GET OUTDOORS! The subtle, natural tan of the actual sun will always look nicer than the carrot skin from a tanning bed.
#4- STOP COLOGNE SWIMMINGToo many of you guys think that in order to seduce the ladies for a night on the town or at the clubs is to pour all of your cologne into a small, inflatable swimming pool and take a dip; that's my guess because even I have no idea how some of you achieve being smelt while you're in New Jersey and I am on Long Island. Repeat after me guys; NEVER SPRAY MORE THAN TWO SPRITZ OF YOUR COLOGNE... EVER! This is non-negotiable. Trust us, we can smell you.
#5- USE Q-TIPSSome of you guys figured this out a long time ago, cause your Mama didn't raise no fool, and neither did mine. But for God's sake use a cotton swab in your ears once and a while.
#6 PUT ON A FUCKING SHIRTThis is an exclusive summer rule but one that so many of you men prey victim too; I'm sure if it's your narcissism or your naivety but nobody, and I mean nobody, wants to see you walk down the street with your fucking shirt off! I don't care how hot it is, if you're not at the beach, a pool, or homeless there is simply no excuse for you to be walking down the street topless, no matter how massive your ridiculous biceps are; we can tell you work out with a tight t-shirt on! (Oh and homos, keep your fucking shirt on at the bar, please!)
#7 LOSE THE BLING IF YOU CAN'T SINGNow I know you motherfuckers love your bling, thanks in part to our society's oversaturation of hip-
pop (pop music disguised as hip hop), but if you have more jewellery on than all of the women in the 10 mile radius around you combined you need to take some off. Wow, your earrings are just as sparkly as Diddy's (or as foggy, you cheap wankster) but you also look like a fucking idiot. I'm scared to stand next to you in line because if you suddenly turn around, that piece of shit hanging around your neck, that thing that's so heavy you've developed that appearance of a slight mentally retarded hunchback, is gonna swing around and take my eye out. And bitch, my eye is worth more than your fake bling!
#8 YOU SHOULD ALWAYS BE FUNNIER THAN YOUR T-SHIRTWe all know that thanks to those scenester posing motherfuckers at
Urban Outfitters t-shirts with photos of Zach Morris or immature puns regarding states in America have become the norm. But because most straight men don't seem to grasp the true concept of irony they think that this trend also translates to t-shirts purchased at places that also sell cigarettes and beer. If your t-shirt says something to the effect "One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor!" every woman in her right mind is going to steer clear of your lame ass and try to find the nearest bottle of Cuervo; hopefully they'll hit the floor before you do.