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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