Chris Crocker Is the Quintessentially-Successful, Gay YouTuber Who Has Done It All!

 He is the first openly-gay, American Tennessean male on YouTube, who achieves elebrity status by receiving millions of views from his videos on gay culture as he lives it circa 2005.  Since YouTube acquiesces into monetizing all video content in 2006, Chris Cunningham-Crocker (actor, singer/songwriter, blogger, gay porn star) earns thousands of dollars in advertising revenue from visitors’ click-thrus to his YouTube channel.  Long blonde-haired, blue-eyed, super-effeminate Chris takes every opportunity to gain channel visitors.  Some mean-spirited YouTubers try to break his making-fabulous-online-content stride.  He has many highs and lows with angelic and malicious YouTubers.  Chris delivers a huge notice to stunned fans.

After YouTube’s content monetization kicks-in, Chris makes sure that he connects with his gay and gay-friendly audience.  Chris openly professes the benefits of Meta tags, which internet browsers read to channel keywords to an audience looking for that type of content.  Meta tags enable Chris to hunt for search engine users who are looking for #gay content—Chris drives them to his gay content just by using that meta tag (Back then, few knew how to use meta tags to drive people to channel content).  Chris sets the online bar how to communicate with a gay audience by sharing his philosophy on gay life and by giving an example how to live a fun, gay life.  Well-known for his short-hair hair-flip video in which he says, “Please, bitch!” Chris turns that old cliché into a meme.  Many of Chris’ followers make copycat videos.  Chris cries and begs to millions online to “Leave Britney Alone,” as he responds to tabloid articles ridiculing his favorite singer, Britney Spears.  His video goes viral, and he makes it to national evening talk-shows, such as Jimmy Kimmel’s show.  Making videos of his sexual advances to other men is a favorite pastime of his.  Chris makes a habit out of encouraging his viewers to watch his videos and to leave comments about his videos on his flamboyant gay lifestyle.

            Sometimes, Chris’ channel comments create obstacles for his online enjoyment.  Gay-bashing YouTubers give him a heaping helping of vulgar gay expletives and tell him to kill himself.  Some tell Chris to close his channel.  Chris takes those comments in stride because every time haters view his gay-power videos or click on his advertisements, he gets paid for their traffic.  Haters make him rich, but they also make him blue.  While he gets much love and positive comments from adoring fans, the pithy, fire-and-brimstone comments from haters drive him to make videos that expand gay culture to even broader areas for their approval.

            After ditching the long, blonde hair and female appearance for a short-haired-brunet, masculine look, Chris changes his outlook about how he is treated by wicked YouTubers and demands change.  He videos himself with tons of boyfriends and friends from Broadway and from American Idol who love him and show him gay acceptance.  Chris makes enlightening videos with universal messages of gay rights, and demands better treatment of gays.  Rugged and goateed Chris becomes a gay pop star, stars in gay porn, and he says that he gains much respect from singing and from his movie debut.  Despite the extreme change from the former drag queen look to the latter macho butch-boy look, some YouTubers gang up on Chris by leaving caustic comments and information wars against him in Chris’ channel comments.  So, despite all the money and the wonderful videos he makes lifting up the gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgendered communities worldwide, Chris decides to change things up a bit.

            Chris announces that he is deleting his YouTube channel as of September 16, 2015.  He stuns the greater YouTube community, who thinks the 27-year-old Chris has the toughest skin ever.  Chris posted to his Facebook page that “the website got so toxic with comments telling me to kill myself if I just uploaded a regular ‘hi, how are you guys?’ video that it just wasn’t worth it….”  It feels like Chris’ haters are a legion of his closest, but extremely jealous, friends.

Image:  Chris Crocker:  Instagram.

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Gay Porn Stars Are Not Necessarily Biased

Reporter Joe Morgan of Gay Star News on September 30, 2015 writes in his article, Are Gay Porn Stars Racist?:  Some White Gay Performers Have "Sexual Preferences" That Are Forcing Black and Asian Actors To Lose Work in Gay Porn.  I believe gay adult entertainment workers are not racist.

Gay porn stars are not racist. Some just have preferences. Those in the gay porn industry have preferences, but we all know that the script is what is acted out.  Just because a gay porn actor is Asian or Black in America does not mean they are being excluded from work. Some porn actors are just ugly or have bad hygiene. Some are trying to hook up with porn stars. Some act as if they are hot enough, but they are not.  In general, gay porn stars get it on with whoever the casting director wants to hire based upon the script settings.

The gay porn industry has specific niche markets.  Some are big, and some are large.

Are Blacks racist because Blacks have sexual preferences in some adult gay entertainment movies that force White and Asian actors out of work?  No.  Neither are Whites.

Here are some nifty niches that have made gay porn the art it is today.  Niches include White, Black, Latino, Asian, Middle Eastern, Interracial, Twinks, Boys, Men, Hairy, Handicapped, Police, Firemen, Health Care Workers, Daddies, Leather, Fisting....

Some Blacks may be butt hurt that they do not get to Americanize gay porn. Porn is not a specific conversation between Blacks and Whites.

If there seem to be a lot of Whites in gay porn, it's because there are lots of Whites in gay porn making gay genre porn whatever it may be.  Forget not that Blacks, Asians, and other minorities have accepted the social stigmas about being gay.  They are trapped by these constructions and fear social exclusion; so they choose not to participate in many gay films.  The few that do participate may not be gaining employment because of casting demands per genre.  

The stars do not dictate the story line.  Directors do.

If there is not available employment in the genre of gay porn that you seek, MAKE YOUR OWN. Trust me: you will make a lot more money!  If you are just starring in gay porn for the experience, you probably do not have a future in it. Make your own porn.

Some people are generally racist, but most in the adult gay porn industry are not. There is a market for interracial gay porn. It is up to you to make that market if there is a demand.  The experiences of genre-based gay porn are so in demand, why bother to make a politically correct, disingenuous, no-chemistry adult film?  People want hot.  People do not want to see clash in porn.  The same biased director making genre gay porn may treat Whites the same way when making genre Black gay porn.  In a sense, being biased is an artistic direction rather than a genuine world view.

Check this out: there are 6.7 BILLION non-Whites in the world.
Is anyone really going to say there is not a market for Blacks or Asians?

Let the Whites make their genre gay White porn. Stop being jealous.  There are millions of niche gay porn opportunities out there.  Just be disease-free and registered to work as an adult entertainment worker in your locale.

MAKE YOUR OWN PORN!  Do not forget to include me!  :P

Here Are Our Experiences from Specific to General, Welcome to Bite Hunter!

When I signed up for a Google account, I had no idea that the specific name I chose would be such a unique branding experience!  I wanted to use my name for seductively predatory purposes.  Another wanted the name to market food.

The name I crafted took months to come up with.  That name would later become a favorite, common, down-low expression among closeted male bisexuals.  Back in 2009, I had seriously made efforts to turn my username into a dot com.  I kept checking from month to month whether my namesake domain was taken.  For a good six months, my namesake was not taken.  Upon the seventh month, I made my mind up to go for it and make my namesake a dot com.  I wanted a name that was uniquely me and uniquely what I wanted to accomplish on the Internet:  to seductively slither about the Internet on a hot quest for an endless circuit of gay sex.

After committing to go through with the effort of making a dot com, I discovered that someone else took my namesake; mu namesake was no longer available to me.  I pleaded with the new owners of my namesake to let me buy it from them.  They completely ignored me.  I still have that initial, pleading email.  In the last email to the registrant of "my" name, I pleaded with him that bite is a French word for penis.  I chided him saying that everyone who speaks French would make fun of his website for being named after a penis.  Still, he was relentless in his quest to make that name an extension of his online presence.  Thus was born bitehunter.com, which was an online portal directory to direct web surfers to great places to get a bite to eat.

Years later, I discovered that no one used his web service.  It sucked.  What a coincidence; so do I.  Truly, a bite to eat is not what gluttonous humans want.  BingeHunter.com may have worked for him and his partner online.  Americans want to eat... LOTS!  God wants me to have this site, so I thought after discovering the failure of the registrant's web service.  The registrant is holding onto his claimed ethereal domain until the latter part of 2016.  Should I hope that he capitulates the domain to me?  Will he vacate the domain?  Can I buy it at a bargain basement price?  I am a cheap so-and-so, you know.  I must have it for cheap to nothing.

As the registrant clings tight to this ethereal web domain in the cosmos, I guess I will just have to make due and perhaps rebrand my movement in time and in space.

Here I am.  Here you are.  We are together in a quest for gay connection.

Our gay experience has changed from hiding into vigilant.  Since that time back in the early days of the Internet, when the gay presence was nothing more than the sharing of pictures of naked male images, gays were scant.  Today, the gay presence has exploded into one of the Internet's most present groups of people.  Today, there are gay magazines online, gay news agencies, gay sites for dating, and for sexual connections.  There are now gay apps that came to the fore with the advent of the all-powerful Apple iPhone.  Wow!  Society has changed for the better for gay people because of the Internet.  Even the current Apple CEO had the courage to come out as gay to the public; his coming out unarmed not millions but billions of people who finally let down their bigotry against gays.

Comes now a mild rebranding of my presence on the Internet with my namesake that I owned through Google BEFORE the registrant of bitehunter.com used it for gluttonous purposes!  It was hard to remain in the shadow of such a colloquial euphemism for eating food on the run.

My namesake is bigger than little old me (Just for your information, I am twenty-five years old, and I will be twenty-five years old until the second coming of Jesus.  Get used to it.).  I was on the Internet to meet other men for gay sex.  Back in my day, gay sex was illegal and had to be experienced in secret throughout the United States of America.  Today, I am not the only one on the schniff for the big pecker.  Millions of openly gay, bisexual, and (some) transgenders are on the seductive prowl to hook up with other men for openly gay sex living large!  I was the only bite hunter, so I thought.  Today, I am not alone.  I am one of millions, nay, billions of gay men slithering and prancing openly about for hot, steaming, passionate, meaningful gay sex anywhere and everywhere:  from a California king-size bed at a renowned, upscale hotel to the beds of anonymous pickup trucks all over... maybe even, dare I say, outer space?  This is our Thank you, God moment.  Thank you, God, indeed!

So what shall I do with this blog?  Well, my intentions are to journal my experiences as a gay male, as a bite hunter; furthermore, I would be remiss if I neglected to mention the experiences of other men on the hunt for bites.  So my expanded intentions are to journal the gay experiences of the global gay community as I come to know of their experiences.  Thus is born Bite Hunter, my space for bite hunters.  A blog from specific (me) to general (you all). (We know we are on the hunt for penises, and we are not on the hunt for a bite to eat!)

Hay, honey child, Mary, sista gurl!  Kisses!  Welcome to Bite Hunter, my --our-- Internet presence courtesy of Google's Blogger.  Yaaay!

July 4, 2016  USA Independence Day
BiteHunter is a Google Account of Robert Darryl Hidalgo.

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