MICROSEXUALS LIVE @ NY COMIC CON 2009!

For all of you who hit this years NY Comic Convention, we hope you had a chance to hang with the Fabtastic Foursome otherwise known as the “Microsexuals”. Thanks to our friends at Mimoco, who allowed us to share their booth, the weekend was filled with booty shakin’ tunes and a fabulous dance contest open to the public. The winners were able to walk away with a free customized Mimobot equipped with our latest episode and other fun materials. Stay on the lookout for secret appearances from the guys and more videos to come. The Microsexuals are here in the flesh, yummy!

SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE!

I'm in great pain. The fluids coursing through my body are being shot up through my neck in powerful, throbbing waves crashing in my head...I feel like a fire hydrant...praying for a wrench with which I may loosen the bolt, ease the pressure and watch with joy as people dance around me to cool off.

Never before have my nocturnal adventures had such deep impact on my psyche. Dreams intertwined with reality as I hurled my purple self through nearly impossible barriers....All in the name of love...
I recall a man with the flower on his head, the naked bearded angel heaven had sent to keep me from certain self-decapitation....It was his fantastic bubbly beverage that opened my eyes to vast worlds beyond even MY wildest of dreams. La boteille que donne-moi les reves de la monde.

I must find this angel. I must revisit this world...I must see General Herpes again.

Fondly,
Julian

OH WHAT A NIGHT!

Wow, I got up this morning with one of the worst bendovers I've had in a hot minute. Must have been all those Harvey Wallbangers I threw back at the Manitarium. I don't remember much other than getting tossed like a salad onto the dancefloor. That place was pretty happening up until then. Thank goodness for my roomies, who carried me out and got me home safe. If it wasn't for them I would probably be curled up in a ball somewhere in the gutter. Geez, what was in those drinks? I mean I can handle a stiff one on occasion but damn, did it have to be bottom shelf. I guess you get what you pay for. Next time I'll spring for the Cucumber Vodka, I heard its organic. Or was it orgasmic, who knows? Some nut next to me at the bar was obviously trying to get me to splurge. Actually, that's kind of what happened when they laid me on the living room couch. Poor Twinkie is still stiff in the joints from my yak. Well, at least we got our new computer system installed. V.A.G. is the perfect addition to our household. Now I don't really have to lift a finger around here, unless it's to greet the neighbors.

Recovering,
Stevan

Stiffness

What a week! I woke up today with a tightness in my lumbar pistons. Levar walked me through some stretches, which helped a bit i suppose. What I really need is a good lube job. If i have time I'm going to head down to Jeffy's and get a complete injection of fluids, but things are so busy these days I might just have to have Levar do it. Not crazy about that idea, because he's so strong and muscular and he has a tendency to be a little rough. I prefer a soft, sensitive touch. Maybe the reason I'm so tense is that our living room was trashed two days ago, and we haven't been able to watch Swords & Sandals since then. We're waiting on a new entertainment center that our building super has promised to install. We're all excited about the upgrade, but i'm starting to feel like a balloon that someone is slowly blowing until it gets to the point that it just bursts!

xoxo,
Lance

A Night To Remember, Even though I can't Remember it!

Forget what I said in my last blog post. It's all about clubbing! We rang in the New Year at the biggest party in town, and believe me when I say that this year came in with a bang! We started out at home with some stiff cocktails. We played a fun game where we took turns blindfolding each other and then tasting each guy's special concoction and trying to guess whose cocktail we were tasting. Julian's was so stiff I could barely get it down. He floored me! After that we all got dressed up in our newest fashions by Johnathan and hit the town. First we swung by our favorite local pub The Legal Beaver, and had a nibble and some frothy beers. We didn't stay too long because they were changing kegs and our millipints were all head! From there, we took the monorail to the The Manitarium where we danced the night away. I don't remember much of what happened after the first few songs. I tend to go a little bananas when I'm on the dance floor, and I woke up feeling so sore that I think someone might have slipped me a roofie. I felt like total crap the next morning, so I slept in and then treated myself to a deep valve cleansing and the beautician even gave me a complimentary facial. It made me feel so alive!

-- Lance

If The Yule Log flamed bright, why am i so blue?

I always feel depressed after the holidays. I don't know if it's because I'm still recovering from gorging myself with too many different meats and sweets, or if it's because i'm wallowing in the mess of the seasonal climax and had to spend all morning on my hands and knees mopping up. Thank god for Hot Toddys, without which I would simply not be able to make it through this day. We had a great feast last night, and everyone contributed his own flavor to the smörgåsbord. Julian made a scrumptious meat pie with pudding, Levar chipped in by tossing everyone's individual salad, I kept everyone well lubricated with a merlot that I made in the bathtub, and Stevan made our mouths water with his boysenberry pie finished with creme fresh. After dinner, we sat around the Yule Log and fanned the flames with our gleeful songs, while Stevan tickled the ivories. Then after a long night of cheeky parlor games, fellowship and mirth, we retired to the bedroom and played "Secret Santa." I woke up this morning feeling a bit down, and I realized that somehow the true meaning of the holiday was more of an afterthought than a focalpoint for me this year. I think I need to go deeper into its background, and see if I can't muck around for a buried treasure in the dark. I love my light-hearted interchanges with the guys -- and sometimes we go deep -- but, I need more spirituality in my life to feel good about myself again. Too many mornings I wake up and feel ashamed. I'm going to turn over a new leaf this year and shine my brightest!

-- Lance

An Uncompromising Position

Well, another night has passed and living together has proven to be challenging, if not impossible.  Between the heavy panting of Levar and the unexplained sleep-wandering of Julian, I'm finding it difficult to achieve maximum idle-time. Lance recently upgraded his Temporal-Pedic with a self cleaning mechanism that cycles every zano-sec and that thing is just way too loud. I'm close to pulling the plug on that one. I've tried biting my pillow, earbugs, and even uncompromising positions but nothing is working. Julian likes it on top, Levar is content with being on the bottom, leaving me alone in my oversised Prince Albert double. I guess I just have to be more accepting of my roomies, kind of like how they are once the lights are out...

Dealing, 

Stevan