It Gets Worse: Cute Gen Z gay guy with self-esteem issues has two girlfriends, a weird fetish, and a hunky bedtime buddy.

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Alec Golinger: Australian actor/model famous for playing a trans kid bulks up, has femme friends, is obviously...with Keating cock and nude Sri Lankan dudes

 

Australian actor Alec or Alex Golinger gets a huge amount of attention on the teen idol site, over 2,000 photos, always near the top of the list of Top Teen Idols.  Plus he has 250,000 Instagram fans.  Let's see what all the fuss is about.  

Starting off, he's got the three things that I look for in a guy to profile: First, a physique.

Second, guy-hugging photos, suggesting that he's gay in real life.

Here he's dating a limp-wrist boy with a femme ring and bracelet.

And third, absence of girl-hugging photos.

Wait -- in Photo #174, he's hugging a bikini girl in the pool.  Maybe she's his sister.

Alec's IMDB is shocking: only four projects, all shorts, all years ago:

Small Beginnings (2016): He plays a Kid.  Other characters include a Knight and Dramm the Barbarian (Matthew Keating).

Left: I don't think this is the same Matthew Keating as Dramm the Barbarian.

Mrs. McCutcheon (2017): Tom (Alec) feels like he is actually a girl, so he puts on a dress and calls himself Mrs. McCutcheon.  This doesn't sit well with his third form classmates, except for the "tough little charmer" Trevor, who asks him to the school dance.  The plot synopsis uses he/him pronouns and never states that Tom is transgender, but clearly that is what is being implied.

Ghost Turd (2019): A vengeful spirit haunts a dog park, attacking those who don't pick up after their pets. Andrew Wood (left, probably not the right one) plays a picnicker.

Bullied (2021): Charlotte stands up to the girl who is bullying her.  Alec plays an additional bully.

How do four shorts, the last in 2021, rate 2,000 photos and 250,000 Instagram followers?

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"The Kids Are Alright," eight years later. Have any of the family's eight sons muscled up? Are any gay? Any adults with n*de photos?

  

In 2018, I had already switched to streaming, but if you were watching network tv, you may have caught The Kids Are Alright , tucked between The Connors and Black-ish on Tuesday nights.  It was one of those "Looking back on my childhood" tv shows, like The Wonder Years and The Goldbergs.  In this case, Tim Doyle looks back on his Irish-American family in the 1970s with eight children, all sons.

Eight sons!  And Michael Cutlitz as the hot and extremely prolific dad!  If I knew it existed, I would have been there!  

No doubt they expected the show to last for several years, with cute kids changing into teenage hunkoids and adult musclemen before our eyes.

No gay characters, of course, but  Tim Doyle is the producer responsible for allowing Ellen to say "Yep, I'm gay" in 1997 (and threatening to quit when the skittish suits said "no"), and put a gay teenager into the Irish-Catholic Real O'Neals (2016-18), so he included some queer coding for two of the boys.  

Apparently viewers found this too skittish, when they could see actual, out gay characters on Modern Family, Riverdale, Will & Grace, and lots of other shows.  And they didn't want to wait around several years for the boys to grow into hunks.  Viewers dipped to 3 million per episode, compared to 9 million for The Conners and 5 for Black-Ish, so after 22 episodes The Kids tanked.

But let's see if any of the guys have turned on the hunkitude, or come out, during the last eight years.

First son Lawrence (Sam Straley) trained to be a priest, but left to help "save the world." And date girls.  

Sam is best known for The Dropout, Welcome to Flatch, and Waiting for the Light to Change.  I don't see any gay content in his work, but he's not married to a lady, so there's real life gay potential.

Second son Eddie (Caleb Foote) has a girlfriend, and disturbs his parents by being s*xually active. 

Caleb Foote is best known as straight Agent Randolph on NCIS: Origins.  He's got a wife.

Third son Francis (Sawyer Barth) is queer-coded.  He joins a church boxing tournament to impress his dad, but can't take it, so Timmy (below) takes over; and "secretly" designs a set for the musical Timmy is starring in. 

Today Sawyer identifies as queer, and uses they/them pronouns.  They and Dylan Pitanza run the Utopia for Losers, a "punk and grunge" company dedicated to performing overlooked plays: so far,  Mud, Pounding Nails into the Floor, and Reasons to be Pretty.

And Crush, written by Christopher Paul Richards (below), with Dylan and a girl on a disastrous first date. I don't know why the promo shows two guys getting intimate.

Fourth son Joey (Christopher Paul Richards) has a plotline about wanting to see "a woman's complete anatomy," but he is "unnerved" by the idea that a girl might be into him, and he's got a three-episode buddy-bond with Davey  (Thomas Barbusca, not shown).

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Love in the Time of Sea Monsters: A homoerotic fan fiction starring Jay and Mo from "Below," with some Irish and Somali guys going down

Fort McMurray was a shithole town in northern Alberta, where ox-dumb byes, former high school footballers and Newfie fishermans' sons, sweated and strained on the oil sands, and slept in too-tight quarters.  Where on the weekends, there was nothing to do but drink, gamble, and suck cock. 

Jay loved it.

It was just temporary, of course. Sometimes after staying up all night at the Rivers Casino, Jay passed All Saints Anglican Church, with husbands and wives and kids filing inside, the men in their Sunday suits, the women in sun dresses, and he thought, "That's me in a few years.  That's my destiny."  

Sex with girls was ok, nothing spectacular.  He could take it or leave it. The sudden rush of "Whoa, that's hot!" came only from men.  But he was nearly 30, and finding a girl, getting married, and having a family was the only pathway to maturity.  To adulthood.  To living a normal life.

But finding a girl could wait.  There were too many Jesus hot byes in Fort Mac.

Then he lost $40,000 in a single night of drinking too much and not gambling enough.  Now it was $80,000, payment or broken legs,  due immediately.  He ran away to Calgary, and then home to Snook's Arms, a tourist village on the Newfoundland coast.  He never talked about home with any of the Fort Mac byes, so no one would know where he was. Hopefully.

Monday:

Snook's Arms wasn't as idyllic as Jay remembered.  Dad, an iceberg wrangler, had accidentally uncovered a frozen block of sea monster mucus crawling with ancient microbes, his brother Wade was having hallucinations, and his sister was upset over the theft of her engagement ring.  And Jay got a text: "You're a dead man!"  

Tuesday:

Half the town was getting sick from the ancient microbes, and the owner of the mucus block, an ancient sea monster, had re-appeared to chomp fishermen in half.  And Jay got another text:  "We know where you are, fucko!"  

Wednesday:

In spite of all the paranormal threats, it was still Coming Home Year, so Snook's Arms had a week of festivities planned.  A girl Jay knew back in high school invited him to the Garden Party.  Maybe this was his chance at marriage and family, a normal life?

No such luck.  Before he could meet the girl, he was approached by two toughs.  He recognized Connor from Fort Mac:  he had sucked his cock a few times.  A fellow Newfie, muscular, with red hair and a long red beard, but right mad.  The other guy was black, slim, Jesus handsome, with a short beard and piercing brown eyes.

"Um...whaddaya at, byes?", he began.  "Welcome to..."

Connor punched him in the stomach.  The wind knocked out of him, he fell to his knees.  "What..."

"Me and me bye Mo had to take two flights, a three hour drive, and a ferry ride just to see ye, ye handsome devil.  The boss wants his money."

Connor punched him again, and the black guy -- Mo, maybe short for Mohammed?  -- kicked him.

"I been done, boyo -- I gots the money," he said, right skeezed.  "Almost.  I just need  a day or two to gather it up. Look -- I'll suck your cock.  Both your cocks."

Connor grinned.  "I admit, you're a  right mad cocksucker, me love, but not $60,000 worth."

"Just in a sign of good faith." 

"Eh...do us both, and you get two days." He led Jay off into the woods, stopped in front of a tree, unzipped, and pulled out his thick 15 cm. It only took a few strokes to get it hard.  Jay fell to his knees and started going down, feeling the hard shaft thrust against his throat.

Mo was standing to the side, looking off into the woods.  The guy must be straight.

"You want in on this, boyo?" Connor asked.  "Our boy here is the best cocksucker in Fort Mac.  Lips soft like a girl's..."

Mo shook his head.  

"Dat arse!  They be writing poetry about it.  Wanna fuck 'im?"

"No...thank you," he said, annoyed.

"Well, I guess it's one day then.  Hold fast, I'm off in the once."  He grabbed Jay's head and shoved him violently down on his cock.  Jay gagged as Connor spurted down his throat.

Thursday:

When the skeets approached again, Jay showed them proof of city residency.  "The province is paying us to relocate. I'll have $60,000 in just a few weeks."

"We need the money now, me bye!"  Connor yelled, right rotted.

"Just a few weeks -- I promise.  Just think of this as a vacation.  We can have a time -- there's a casino down in Grants.  I can get you some girls..."

"We're not here for girls!" Mo exclaimed, staring at Jay.  Was he threatening or turned on?

"Byes, then.  Whatever you're into."

This made Mo smile.  Still staring at Jay, he said  "I've never been out east before, Connor. I wouldn't say no to some sightseeing."

Connor laughed.  "And byes.  That's all you ever think about, innit?" Wait -- was he into guys or not?  

"Ok, Jay boy, we'll give you two more days.  But it will cost you another blow job."

Friday:

The town was under a stay-in-place order due to the disease that had everyone thirsty for no reason, a cult of monster-worshippers that had his brother Wade running around bare-arsed, and the sea monster, who for some reason targeted only the family's enemies. Just a normal week in Newfoundland. 

Saturday:

They scoffed at the Chicken Bar -- talking, smiling.  Was Jay beginning to think of them as friends, just a few days after they were punching and kicking him?

On the way home, Jay suggested some other fun things to do during their stay.  "We could go whale watching, or fishing."

"Fishing sounds good," Mo said, smiling.  "I haven't gone fishing since I was little, back in Mogadishu."

"Where's that?"

"Somalia."  Jay didn't know much about Somalia, just that there were a lot of Somali refugees in Canada, some in the oil fields in Fort Mac. And he read an article once about the biggest cocks in the world.  Somalis were in the top ten.

Imagining Mo's cock, he started to blush.  "What kind of fish?"

Connor ordered them to shut up.  Hey, they weren't turning onto the road that led back to the B&B!

Suddenly Mo pulled a gun.  Oh, shite!  His hands were trembling -- he was right shitbaked, terrified!   Jay could use his hesitation -- he jerked at the gun.  Mo shot indiscriminately, Connor screamed -- and they flew off the road into the bay. 

Jay managed to kick open the car door and swim out just as the sea monster attacked, its huge mouth chomping down on the car...chewing it?  "Jay, help!" Mo yelled.

Jesus shite!  He dove back into the bay and pulled Mo to safety, but he didn't reach Connor in time. The sea monster finished chomping on the car and disappeared.

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