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Defending Donnie Davies

I figure I post this as I’ve been emailed/scolded a goodly enough time to set me straight. <– sarcasm

Donnie Davies and his Evening Service is a hoax.  I am not sure who actually created it, but the viral internet video frontman of it all is an actor/entertainer, Joey Oglesby.  In his MySpace Page (which, quite frankly, has the gayest pink wallpaper background I have ever seen — sorry, Joey, but it’s true), click on his blog and you’ll read the following:

Joey on Donnie Davies

I , joey oglesby, have recently been identified as the fundamentalist preacher and songwriter Donnie Davies. I am very aware of the uncanny similarities in our appearance, including a very unfortunate chicken pox scar in between my eyes. Also, while we are both big fans of lists, his deals with gay bands while mine is a comprehensive list of ladders. However, that is where the similarities end. For instance, my Mom will tell you that I am much skinnier and more handsome than him. Also he can dunk a basketball, where as, I cannot. Although, in interest of full disclosure and to prevent further confusion, I can touch the rim and have a wicked sweet jump shot.

Most importantly though, our messages are vastly different. Donnie’s message seems to be one of hate and intolerance, where as mine, is of love and acceptance. Ultimately, it is my opinion that the message Donnie Davies conveys and the prejudice inherent in it do indeed exist in this world. Although i disagree personally with Pastor Davies, it seems his video has sparked some much needed dialogue. And for that i am grateful. But, it is ultimately the difference in our messages that makes me, Joey Oglesby, and him Donnie Davies, two very different people.

Joey Oglesby


Joey Oglesby’s Comprehensive List of Ladders (shortest to longest)

Bunk Bed
Rope (position depends on length of rope)
A frame *
Little giant
Fire truck (red)

There you have it.  The best thing is that I stumbled upon that blog entry while searching for “proof”; and because of it, I am now an even bigger fan of his (is that even possible?).  Anyway, the following are my Googled links showing that Joey Oglesby is an entertainer, first and foremost, where he seems to be interested in truly thought-provoking drama and comedy that border on the obscene and offensive:

Theater: Jesus Hates Me’ provokes questions between the laughs

Chicken & Pickle Guys

Dallas Theatre League

Joey Oglesby has done such a tremendously good job in keeping Donnie Davies’ character in check that he had managed to infuriate GoodAsYou.org — a gay-friendly site that ironically uses “humor and irreverence rather than anger and protests, Good As You represents a new generation of GLSBT activism.”  If anything, Good As You should have been massively promoting Donnie Davies if they claimed to use “humor and irreverence.”  You can’t get much better irreverent humor than Donnie Davies.  Here’s a couple of posts by that site:

Our short, mostly-confined-to-the-blogosphere nightmare is over

Friday Night Davies
friday night lights

Well, I sure hope that clear things up.  As Toad The Wet Sprocket once sang, All I Want is to just see more of Joey Oglesby, or something like that.

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[BearFic] “Texas Heat” (Joey Oglesby)

On occasions, I tend to get hit by the writing bug.  When I fantasize about bearish men, I tend to situate them in adventure/sci-fi/fantasy/horror settings.  Anyway, as I’ve been obssessing over Joey Oglesby lately, I ended up with this little piece of what I’d refer to as a “BearFic”…


Texas Heat
-Joey Oglesby BearFic-

It was just another scorching Texas day, and Tommy needed to buy some Fends.  They’ve been scarce lately and, if he did find some dealer, he would not have enough trash for bartering.  Luckily for Tommy, on this February day, he managed to bully a couple of moronic couple out of their broken sportswatches and a sturdy Winchester as they were walking down 87 on their way to Amarillo.  Stupid, stupid people.  What the hell did they expect to find there?  Tommy’s been there, and there was nothing left except for the stench of barbecued flesh.

He was in Slaton when he found the code tattooed on the left forearm of what looked like a young woman in her twenties.  A user, definitely.  He had learned the secret codes of the dealers.  They advertised their wares on the bodies of the careless users of their products.  Ineffective, for sure, but what else can any self-serving entrepreneur do in this god-forsaken desert landscape?

Tommy wrote down the code in his tattered memobook that’s about to run out of pages.  The code was somewhat tough to crack, but he eventually got directions to Littlefield.  Not bad.  He’d make it in two days…

* * * * *

Surprisingly, Littlefield appeared to be untouched by the infection.  It reminded Tommy of his childhood in What-The-Fuck-Was-That-Town, Suburbia.  He hated that time but often wished that he was still there, wearing Private School uniforms.

He found the house and made sure to walk in carefully as these dealers tend to be trigger-happy.  He knocked on the door and Tommy almost lost it when out came a beautiful man.  The man was just wearing jeans and he was smoking a Newport.  Tommy instantly knew the scent of that menthol.  Where the hell did he get that?


“I haven’t seen you around,” he said.

Tommy was at a loss for words.  All he could do was stare at this amazing body.  How he longed for human touch.  How he longed the embrace of a man.  And in front of him was a man he truly desired.  He could smell his musky scent and his loin started to throb as he could see beads of sweat on the man’s chest and gut.

The man got impatient and lifted both arms up to rest them on the door, revealing his armpits.  Tommy could not help but stare at such a pose.


“Listen.  I don’t have time for this.  You here for something.”

Tommy finally got the energy to say, “Fends.  Found your code.  I got things that might interest you.”

“Well, then, that’s much better.  Not too hard now, ain’t it?  Come inside.”


Tommy walked in, mesmerized by the man’s walk.  He was aching and wanted to reach out and feel the man’s shoulders.

The man went up the stairs then came back down after a few minutes.  His jeans were gone and he was just wearing white underwear.  Fuck me, Tommy thought.


“Look, I just wanted to make sure that you know that I ain’t packing.  So be a good boy and put that Winchester on the floor.  We’ll make this transaction smooth,” the man explained.


Tommy dutifully obeyed and placed the Winchester on the floor.

“I’m just tired of it, you know.  People pretending to have things.  They then think that they’re John Wayne and next thing you know there’s a fucking shootout.”  The man breathed in deeply while Tommy observed how his gut heaved in and out.  “I’m just sick of that.  Sick of it.”


“That’s all I’m here for.  Fends.”  Tommy nervously said.

The man stared at Tommy for awhile then said, “Look, I may be selling them, but I do have a conscience.  Hold on, let me make you a drink.”

Tommy watched the man walk to the kitchen and all he could think about was the perfect build of this masculine man.  He watched him blend a drink and all Tommy could think about was being in bed with him.  He wondered what it would feel like to lay his cheek on his chest.


The man returned, pouring Tommy a drink.  “I gotta tell you, that right there is the best shit.  Hatches down, my friend.”


Tommy drank and was instantly cooled from the desert heat and from his intense attraction.  And as he drank, he kept looking at the man’s beer belly.  It was just so perfect.


“Listen, kid.  Like I said, I have a conscience.  I want to make sure that you really want this.  I’m sure you know, but if you take the wrong dosage, well…”

“Yeah, I know.  I’m not here to use it though.”

The man looked at Tommy suspiciously.  “Oh yeah?  What you in here for, anyways?”

Tommy lied.  He was here to buy some Fends.  He wanted to buy as much as he could.  He already had 19 packets in his backpack.  He planned on getting 20 packets so that he would leave the world in unbelievable ecstasy back in Lubbock.  But his plans have now changed.  In front of him was a man that he will try to win his affections to.

“I’d like to work for you.  I’ll protect you.  I’m a good fighter.”

The man laughed.  “Look, kid.  I work alone.  Unless you actually have Fends to give me, then probably we could…”

Tommy quickly grabbed his backpack and dropped the contents on the table.  There was a mixture of top quality red Fenders, medium quality brown ones, and the Holy Grail of them all: black Fenders.

“Jesus, kid.  Um, well.  Seems like you’re also good at doing business.”  The man looked at Tommy and he wished that he was interested in him.  “Seems like we got a deal.”


Tommy finished off his drink and felt that he had a renewed lease in life in this dead lonestar state.

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Joey Oglesby: God Also Hates … Pants On Woofy Bears


I can’t get enough of this woofish, bearish, cubbish guy.  This is his underwear scene from an episode of Friday Night Lights.  I could just picture Jack Black coming out in his undies as well and that would have been such a perfect moment…  (With their musical skills and demented humor, Mr. Oglesby would have been a perfect fit for Tenacious D.)

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Joey Oglesby: The Face & Woofy Body Of “The Bible Says”

Mr. Joey Oglesby has a recurring role as “Guy Raston” on NBC’s Friday Night Lights.  Check out his IMDB bio.

He also has a MySpace Page (where there are more photos of this cute cub)…  Gotta love those mesmerizing eyes…




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