https://www.radioactivecookies.com Go on, take a bite! Fri, 18 Mar 2016 20:23:28 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.5.3 108799538 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/30-mustache-rides-the-official-mustache-list/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/30-mustache-rides-the-official-mustache-list/#respond Sat, 23 Apr 2011 16:13:40 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.com/?p=3248 Continue reading 30 MUSTACHE RIDES: The Official Mustache List →]]> Well, it's been a while since I've done a good list so here you go. I've noticed a trend that's popped back up, one that hasn't been prevalent so much in our culture since the 70's, you know what I'm talking about... mustaches. Twirl them, comb them, ride them, they're all the same... or so I thought. I have to admit, while I go weak in the knees for facial hair, the one type that always gave me the "there's a child molester breathing down the back of my neck" shivers were mustaches... up until now that is. I see it all the time now, men sporting bare faces with a snuggled upper lip and I have to say... it's kind of turning me on. So I took it upon myself to embrace this new trend of male grooming (because let's face it, any kind of male grooming should be embraced. Am I right ladies?!) and I've compiled the ultimate list! So here it is, the good, the bad and the ugly in MUSTACHES! Hot Mustaches Honorable Mustaches Evil Mustaches DISCLAIMER: I'm not telling every guy out there to grow a mustache just because you can. You need a certain type of face, a certain refinement, and a certain confidence to pull one off correctly. Please see the above examples for good mustaches and bad mustaches.]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/30-mustache-rides-the-official-mustache-list/feed/ 0 3248 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/interactions-with-an-anonymous-stranger-who-will-remain-nameless/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/interactions-with-an-anonymous-stranger-who-will-remain-nameless/#comments Sun, 10 Oct 2010 21:19:17 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.com/?p=2354 Continue reading Interactions With An Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless Vol. I →]]> Following in the footsteps of this centuries RadFem, The Duchess herself, Karen Owen of Duke University (the chick who wrote The Fuck List) I have decided to collect my own data. Not in that way, you sicko, it will be a sort of homage, if you will. Now I've been going out a lot recently because, let's face it, MissBleecker needs to get her party on, work hard, play hard, another rule to live by! I'm sure by now your begging me to stop blabbering and explain exactly what I'm blabbering about, and I will. As you can tell it's called "Interactions With An Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless" (I couldn't think of anything shorter) it will (hopefully) be an ongoing series of posts dedicated to all the randos I encounter out in the world: people I will never see again, a chance encounter that would normally make no difference in my life if I'd decided to not glob about it, a person that will never ever read RadCooks, but a person that you might know or might possibly run into one day. It began with an idea of writing about men I'd meet, that would try to pick me up (and fail) but I might consider expanding it all people, we'll see, wherever the wind tends to blow this post. But we will begin this series with a pickup, a dramatization of my adventure last night, and to you, Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless, thanks for the interaction and have a good life... wherever you are! It all began last night, a Saturday, not unlike any other Saturday before it, I was going to watch a friend's band play at a loft party in the Village... *Ripple* *Ripple* *Fade* *Fade* We walked up to a black door and entered, climbed the three flights of rickety stairs to the noise and various smells above us. A jacked out Jersey Shore wannabe was running the entryway, "IDs, $10," he repeated. In return for the party fee we were each given a gold wristband, which would be added to my left hand collection of random bracelets I would be given. When we walked in it was a bit dead, we found our friend, who would later be playing the Casio in what I would refer to as a Kings of Leon/Rock band but trippy. "I'm glad you guys didn't come earlier," he said as he surveyed the crowd, still forming in the late evening. And so we did what any 20-somethings would do as we waited for the festivities to start, we went to the bar. As I approached the bar, which, let's say just for the record, was not actually a bar, but more like a folding table from K-Mart covered with copious amounts of Cuervo Silver, Svedka, various mixers and Red Bull (which I normally hate but had been craving all night.) As I was standing by the bar, somewhat detached from my circle of friends I felt a presence lurking near me, I turned and saw a man checking me out, "Wanna hook up?" he asked me rather curtly. I just looked at him. He chuckled, "I'm just kidding." "Would you be kidding if I'd said 'yes?'" "No, honestly I wouldn't have. Because I don't know you and I don't just do that. Now maybe if I got to know you it'd be a different story." He extended his hand, "Hi, I'm AnAnonymousStranger." "I'm MissBleecker." "Nice to meet you," he said to me with a relaxed grin, "That's step one." And then he was gone, but it wouldn't be my only interaction with this AnonymousStranger. Read more after the JUMP! Me and my girls were on the prowl, standing in the middle of the crowd, which had been increasing in size steadily. We were scoping the talent from all angels, waiting to find the one to call dibs on. And then I saw him, he entered the room with a confident swagger, he knew where he was going and who he was looking for and nothing else was going to faze him, the best I could describe him as would be a Sexy Hipster Groucho Marx. He exchanged words with the DJ. "Is he with the band?" I conferred with my female compatriots. "He might be." Could it be? An aura of sex-appeal and a musician? I should have guessed. Our drinks were waning, the band was about to go on, and with the promise of an open bar we decided to refill our solo cups. We approached the bar, worked our way through the crowd, and who would it happen to be behind the bar, serving up drinks besides my very own AnonymousStranger. He noticed us waiting, pointed to me with a sly smile, as if he remembered me. "Hey you," he flirted. "Hey. Vodka Red Bull." Side Note: I know I shouldn't be drinking Vodka Red Bull, it's really bad for a person, I won't do it again, I promise. As he poured my drink, he tried to strike up conversation. "See, I remembered you." "Oh yeah, what's my name?" "I have no idea." "Oh, too bad. I guess we won't get to step two." We got our drinks, found a place on the floor and eagerly awaited the band to start. And I'll have to say, they were pretty fucking good. But somewhere between the blood-pumping Red Bull, the bass and the lack of air, I needed to take a mini-break from the party, so I ventured towards the stairs only to find that there was a super chill after party one floor up. And so I changed venues with a flight of stairs; I went from smokey, crowded musicfest to blue lit, air-conditioned, leather sofa, hookah smoking chillstation. And it was exactly what I needed, but I eventually felt as though I should return to my friends and the music, so I descended from the more comfortable haven. As I was looking for my posse I found my Sexy Groucho Marx and found myself following him (I know, right) which was fine, because he eventually led me to my group. Shortly after, we decided to leave and as we were on my way out I spotted my AnonymousStranger trying to mac it with some ladyfellow. I patted him on the shoulder, said, "Have a goodnight." Bumped him with my hip and never looked back.]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/interactions-with-an-anonymous-stranger-who-will-remain-nameless/feed/ 3 2354 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-be-gay/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-be-gay/#respond Wed, 07 Apr 2010 18:55:56 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.wordpress.com/?p=808 Continue reading Why It Rocks To Be Gay →]]> Since my Why It Sucks/Rocks Posts did so well and I've been neglecting the Uranians I'm extending the series! Yay another season, even if it is out of it's prime and needs to be put out of it's misery, I'm looking at you Grey's Anatomy! 1. You're A Trendy Accessory - Much like small dogs and designer handbags the gay sidekick as become a necessary celebrity accoutrement. Celebs everywhere are on the prowl for the perfect gay bestie! 2. Sexual Dynamite - Men love sex. It's true. Women love sex too but I read recently that men have 2.5 times more the capacity for thought on sexual activity as women. So, however much we might like sex, give it up, they like it more. With the added benefit of not having to worry about perioding and pregnancy it's bound to happen a little more often. 3. Out & Open Cities - San Francisco and New York City have been Mecca's for gays everywhere. It's a place where no one knows who you are, but it doesn't matter anyway. (ESP in NYC because we just don't give a fuck about anything.) 4 more reasons it rocks to dig cock after the jump! 4. Gay Icons - Britney Spears, Lady Gaga & Madonna, to name a few, are amazing artists that gay men appreciate and are allowed to! 5. Homo-Erotic Art - Most homo-erotic art is geared towards men. Not only is it aesthetically pleasing but it reaches people on a socio-sexual plane. 6. Fleet Week - Say it with me, "SEMEN!" Fleet week is great. Hot men in tight little uniforms, coming off a boat they've been trapped on for months! Hello sailor! 7. Neil Patrick Harris - What Would NPH Do?! This is the question I ask myself everyday. Suit up! NPH not only gives gay men a good name but he makes the ladies swoon too! I'm watchin' you Dougie Howser MD! Lesbians, check out Why It Rocks to be you! ]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-be-gay/feed/ 0 808 https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-have-a-vagina/ https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-have-a-vagina/#comments Wed, 24 Mar 2010 23:12:07 +0000 http://radioactivecookies.wordpress.com/?p=669 Continue reading Why It Rocks To Have A Vagina →]]> As promised I am delivering my first part of my first two-parter. If you loved Why It Sucks To Have A Vagina you'll moderately like this! 10 Reasons Why It Rocks To Have A Vagina 1. Babies - Freud says women have penis envy, well I say that men have womb envy. Yeah, you men claim to be so grateful that you don't have to deliver babies; but really, deep down inside, you're jealous. We give life unto the world and that rocks! 2. We Live Longer - Hello insurance check! Women generally get another few years on this earth! 3. We're Prettier - Let's face it, there's a reason countless paintings, sculptures, songs and poems have been dedicated to the bodies and faces of women. We're better looking! 4. Better Orgasms! - It's true, women have better orgasms. The clitoris is many times more sensitive than the tip of the penis. Our orgasms aren't only more intense than a man's but we can have different types of orgasms, count 'em, 3 types: clitoral, G-spot, and the newly discovered female prostate! 6 more reasons being a chick is awesome after the jump! 5. Multiple Orgasms! - Yes, I'm making this two separate items because it deserves to be noticed. Guys, you can discharge/recharge, but we don't have to. If we get going just right we can come like a wave! 6. Boobs = Free Stuff - We've all done it, flirted, flashed some cleavage, worn fuck-me shoes to get some swag. There's a reason women don't have to pay to get into clubs and it's because the good club owners know women = money. We can get men to buy us drink after drink without even so much as giving away our digits. 7. We Are Master Manipulators (aka Mental Terrorists) - How often have you flashed your puppy dog eyes, whined or manipulated your way into getting what you want? Women are, as my future baby-daddy Dane Cook (CLICK IT) explains, Brain Ninjas. We know what to say to get what we want and we know how to fuck with your head. 8. We Get To Be Picky - Men, you have to deal with rejection, it sucks. Women, on the other hand, we get to be picky about our mates (up to a certain point of course.) If we don't like you we have no qualms about throwing you back. 9. Personal Style - While men tend to uniform themselves, with jerseys, same old pair of jeans and t-shirt and more formally with suits and tuxes, a woman is pushed to flaunt her personality through her own style. We know that variety is the spice of life and you can usually tell how we're feeling by how we look that day. 10. Girly Shit - It's awesome to be a woman because every now and then we get to be girls! We get to have manis and pedis and facials and drink fruity drinks and go shopping and have slumber parties and braid each others' hair and have pillow fights and teach each other how to french kiss... oh my, have I said too much? Well, there you have it. Being a chick rocks! If you enjoyed this check out Why It Rocks To Have A Penis. Take it away Shania! ]]> https://www.radioactivecookies.com/why-it-rocks-to-have-a-vagina/feed/ 2 669