make it YOURS mondays:

dude of the day: TAO LIN!

dude of the day: tao lin! from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

He mumbles, he writes books, he makes videos, and he does other WAY zany shit, I’m sure!

He’s Tao Lin! watch the video above and fall in love with this bizarre lil babe!

to CONNECT with Tao Lin in a sexy and/or friendly way: friend and/or message him on facebook! he’s waiting……..

for everything ELSE Tao Lin related, click HERE xoxo

i’m gonna do it, so you should too:

BOYCRAZY THANKSGIVING MESSAGE 2010 from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

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BOYCRAZY RADIO!!! from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

TONIGHT!

WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 24, 2010!

SPECIAL ‘NEARLY THANKSGIVING’ EDITION!

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make it YOURS mondays:

it pays to be charming:

boycrazy gets a job: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

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TONIGHT!

WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 17, 2010!

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the blind leading the blind (part 54):

1. is no one scared of getting aids anymore? that’s what it fucking feels like! cuz everywhere I turn people are fucking without condoms. Jesus fucking Christ!

2. is no one scared of crashing their cars anymore? that’s what it fucking feels like! cuz everywhere I turn people are gabbing and or texting while they drive. Jesus fucking Christ!

3. they say, and by ‘they’ I mean my therapist, ‘you attract people who mirror where you’re at in you’re life’. in some way, the people you meet are reflecting you….. somehow.

4. always buy the ‘explicit’ version of the song on i tunes! It’s what the artist truly intended you hear!

5. if you make your dreams come true, and are successful, and self sufficient on your own terms- you can prevent and protect yourself from EVER marrying/dating/or relying on a GUY to take care of you! Do it!

6. you can do something nice, feel good about it, and keep it to yourself. OR you can do something nice and tell everyone you cross paths with about it and keep feeling good about it all day!

7. always make sure you don’t have toilet paper stuck to your shoe. on the embarrassing scale, this comes in second to bleeding through your pants.

8. if a person leaves their relationship for another relationship, and it works out forever- then it was meant to be! If it doesn’t work out- fuck you, people can do whatever they like! stop being so judgemental! At least they tried! mind your own fucking business and live your OWN life!

9. people say ‘look at the bigger picture’, but they also say ‘life is in the details’. well make up your fucking mind! personally, I look at both. But i mainly get caught up in the details.

10. dear m cafe! Dude bros, you know I love you- but sometimes your chopstix smell weird which ruins my entire dining experience. Yes, technically I could eat my soba noodles with a fork- but that is just not my preference. Also, it totally hurts my attempt to reference/channel Molly Ringwald in ‘the breakfast club’. And yes, I’m fully aware that this is a high class problem- but it’s still a problem. My problem. and it’s all relative yo.

ps:  check out diddy doing his own version of ‘the blind leading the blind’, only- he’s not so blind. fuck i love diddy!

pps: follow me on twitter @imboycrazy

highschool parking lots:

it used to be so exciting to just be near a boy. even some boy with a bad attitude sitting next to me in 5th period algebra class. I used to be sooo afraid to even raise my hand to answer a question that I actually knew the fucking answer to- in fear this boy would think I was lame. Then one overcast day, when people feel more cozy and romantic than usual-even in jr high and high school- we ran into each-other in the parking lot while we were both about to ditch class. But instead of me going to the mall, and him going to do god knows what (maybe buy more white out or safety pins for his backpack) Idfk- we just sat in his old Volvo and smoked cigarettes while it rained.

it was like some unspoken agreement. we felt something for each-other. we needed to be in each-others presence. in that moment we were like magnets, drawn to each-other. it was the best feeling ever. i was so nervous and had broken out in a cold sweat. i hoped he couldn’t hear my heart beating like crazy. i hoped i didn’t say anything dumb. i hoped my breath was ok. i hoped he couldn’t see my nose running.

he put on some weird death metal mix tape that I pretended to like, cuz I really didn’t want him to have any more reasons to stop likeing me or more specifically putting his attention on me. For gods sake- I already had questionable style, wasn’t ‘punk’ like him, was way too bubbly and loud, and doubted my looks. The tape stopped and he put our chairs as far back as they could go so the security dude wouldn’t see us. He smelled like dirty. I smelled like herbal essence and bath and body works vanilla body splash. But they say opposites attract, right? I mean, is that even really true? Now that I’m older and wiser- I’ve found that it has to be a very specific/perfect blend of opposition.

He leaned into me, grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth to his mouth. Our teeth clanked. There was nothing sexy about it- but I was still wet. Why? Cuz I had lusted after this dirty, skinny, smart ass, cold, 10th grade punk kid since the first moment I saw him. he was so cute. so sexy. so angry for reasons i would never know, that were probably just an act so he could have an extreme high school identity. or maybe he had been beaten up or molested by his family. either/or, I wanted him to love me; To choose me; To think I was the best. And his tongue in my mouth meant that. Right?

Our tongues circled each-other. He pulled down my shirt, stretching out the neck. annoying! But i didn’t wanna kill the mood by saying ‘oh great, now my crew neck’s all stretched out!’ Little did I know that later in life i wouldn’t even touch a crew neck tee, and I’d only ever wear deep v’s after American apparel presented me with that option! They’re just more flattering for a girl with boobs like me.

He licked my nipples- and bit one. I think this was for affect. Like, to be badass or something. As if he knew I’d be writing about this one day and that chomping on my nip could ONLY make the story more colorful! And in a way, he was right. But it hurt and not in a good way. It made me think he didn’t like me. Like I was being punished for letting him near me. I’m pretty sure I rewarded his biting me by letting him stick his finger in my privates. I was even wetter! Even though I was highly aware of how filthy his aggro-punk hands were! From cigarettes, painting (he was a fine arts major! Isn’t that perfect? I know!), picking his nose (I’d seen him do this in class, but i always tried to block it out) And yet, I still let him finger me. It didn’t even feel good. It wasn’t slow and deep and sensual and loving- it was hard and fast and pointy and rough! Like being fucked by a dude with a tiny, thin dick that was made out of a number one pencil , cut in half lengthwise, instead of dick tissue. Like one of those pencils you use at whole foods to write down the number of the bulk bin item you’re buying by the pound.

It was getting late. I was way too shy to even try to give this dude a blow job- and way to self conscious/smart to give him a hand job. So I pulled up my undies and got myself together. My hair was a mess. My cheeks were all flushed. And I was dripping wet. Rain pounded on the car. I didn’t want to face the torrential downpour- but I had nothing to say to this dude. It was all pheromones. I knew I wasn’t safe with him. He didn’t love me. but did i love him? no. but i was open to trying if he was. but he wasn’t. He was just one of many boys I’d try to wring approval and attention from via tawdry makouts and random hookups. A learning experience.

We didn’t talk for the rest of the year. Except for the last day of 11th grade- when, out of nowhere, he kissed me at the end of 6th period English class and we did this all over again. Again, THAT was it.

A year or two after we graduated, he called me out of the blue. We met up and went to a party. He was no longer punk. Post grad, he was emo. He looked great, but I felt even less than nothing for him. We ended up at my place, him on top of me saying- ‘I want to fuck you so bad.’ I pushed him off me, said ‘I can’t’, and asked him to leave. i’d outgrown him. he represented highschool to me, and i was done with that chapter of my life. I’d graduated to another level of dude. Sure, they were still the wrong dudes. but new dudes nonetheless. I’ll get back to dating teenage boys (18/19year olds) when I’m in my forties.

TONIGHT: BOYCRAZY RADIO BRUTHAH-FUCKAHZ!

BOYCRAZY RADIO!!! from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

TONIGHT!

WEDNESDAY NOVEMBER 10, 2010!

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but either way… I LOVE YOU!

xo, Alexi
PS: I’LL BE BROADCASTING FROM NYC TONIGHT! xoxo

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