MySpace uses awesome tech to send ads that are focused on your demographic. So, as a self-identified gay male, I get ads for sex-cruising sites. Naturally.
I don't hit up the sites -- in Los Angeles, a gay man needn't cruise the Internets to get laid, he need only walk outside and ask someone -- but from my days at the big Gay house I know a lot about them. (Mostly because we'd write HIV-prevention grants for programs that focused on anonymous sex in all its forms: the Internet, the sex clubs and bathhouse, Catholic rectories, etc.) Manhunt is a big one. And judging by those pictures, full of about 30,000 hot, mid-20s hotties.
Beware of the Internets. On the Internets, you'll find this:
When in reality, your $19.95/month will not get you in the sack with that Cubano-Homo bleach blonde twink, but rather with a rather rotund, despicably noxious wire gossip hag. The infamous Perez Hilton would cruise the cyber world for a handy-j and some salty mouth rinse using either photoshopped pics, or relics from his days at a Miami-area high school's Glee Club. I bring up this year-old story as a cautionary tale in consumer watch-dogism. Go ahead, fork over the credit card digits for access to a database of regional and ready smut and sluts, but don't bank on the hotties above. They're probably working hard as congressional pages.
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