December 30, 2004

The other me

I’m not always sitting at the computer typing, as if anyone cares about anything I have to say. Sometimes I sit at the computer maintaining an adult web site, unconnected with this one. (That’s a picture of me, hard at work, on the left.) Things were going along quite nicely for years with minimum effort, providing me with an adequate income. Then everything changed.

iBill, the company who processes the credit card payments for my site, started having some financial problems. Actually, they were huge financial problems. They continued taking my customers’ monthy subscription fees but stopped paying me. In fact, they haven’t made a pay-out since the 1st of October. iBill is the largest company in the world who provide this service, so I’m not alone in this, by the way. They didn’t bother telling anyone about this situation until two days before they stopped payments. As of January 1, 2005, they will be holding three months worth of what is, for all intents and purposes, my salary. After three months of excuses on their web site and many unreturned phone calls, I’m essentially broke.

I know, boo-hoo, poor, destitute pornographer. Who cares? Well, I ain’t asking for sympathy, I'm just ranting and getting this out there.

I can switch to another company and have actually started that process. Unfortunately, it involves paying a hefty yearly “registration fee” required by VISA for “high risk” (meaning adult) sites. Since I haven’t been payed in such a long time this will essentially clean me out. Also, this will only be for my new customers. My other customers, some of whom have been with me for years will continue to pay money to iBill which I, most likely, will never see. Word on the adult webmaster street is that iBill will declare bankruptcy and the thousands of people they owe money to will be up the proverbial creek.

The InterNext porn convention is in Las Vegas next week. If iBill has a presence there’and they normally do’they will be converged upon by angry customers. And they certainly should be. If they don’t show up, they’ll be sending a really depressing message to their customers. We’ll see, I guess. The guys I’m staying with will be attending the convention. I’ll keep you informed.

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December 28, 2004

More Johnny Bravo

I got a nice Christmas e-mail from Johnny Bravo, my straight buddy on WebCamNow the other day. God knows how he found out about it, but he thanked me for my previous posting about him and assured me he will get in touch when he’s in NOLA next year. I was fuckin’ floored! I was afraid he’d be pissed off or something. Anyway, he asked if I’d like some naked pics. Hell yeah, I would!! So, he sent some along, taken last Thursday, and said I could feel free to post them. Here’s one of them. I’ll post more in the next week or so. Thank God straight men don't shave their butt hair! I have nothing more to say.

Thanks, Johnny!!

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December 27, 2004

The Phoenix

Between the non-excitement of “the holidays,” being sick and discovering my favorite album of the year, I nearly forgot that I went to The Phoenix last night. Even though it was a Sunday night, I figured, since it was the night after Christmas, it might be at least a little busy. Downstairs was dead, upstairs there were, maybe, two dozen men total, including the guys sitting at the bar.

Ric and Ken were upstairs getting into some ass play. When they were ready to head out they asked if I wanted to go home with them. I was there to get off and go home, so I declined. Luckily, Ken is in town through New Years so the three of us can get some play in during the week.

The bench area was kind of empty, so I headed to the bathroom. It was packed. I got rock hard instantly, not surprising considering it’s been a week since I’ve even thought about my dick. There were two guys there I liked a lot but they didn’t seem interested. A third guy, though, ended up being just what I was looking for. He was a big, beefy blonde, with a nice, scruffy beard and inch thick hair spread over his chest and belly. He had a fat dick, too, and was a great kisser, but when he saw that I had a PA he dropped his pants and bent over. I fucked his hairy hole while he urged me on and a bunch of guys in the room helped us out. He turned around before I shot, we made out for a while and I got to enjoy his beautiful chest hair. I took a little break. Man, it felt fucking great to be out again!

The blonde guy was out by the benches later and ready for more, so we went at it again. It was more comfortable because he could lean on the bench get his ass lower for me. I dropped my pants and fucked him really deep. Again, we stopped before I shot my load. Next to us an hot, bearded, hairy guy was getting comfortable, sitting on a man’s dick. He started kissing me and another guy got on his knees and finished me off. I never did see his face but he got a week’s worth of my cum in his throat. I pulled up my pants, zipped up and headed home.

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The Kleptones

“A Night At The Hip Hopera” is one of the best records ever made. It was never meant to be “officially” released but, still, it’s being supressed by Disney for some unknown reason. It’s a brilliant mix of Queen tracks with new and classic hip-hop vocals and some other ridiculous stuff. It’s a MASTERPIECE!! All the drama that Queen so pretentiously—and unsuccessfully—tried their entire career to create is brought to brilliant fruition on nearly every track on this incredible record. The last track, Question, is actually moving and has an emotional sample from Brad Pitt, of all people. Download it NOW from Klepshimi.

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December 26, 2004

The World’s Strongest Man

I’m feeling much better, in fact almost normal. I should be back to my regular hijinks by, say, Sunday night.

In the meantime get a load of Vasil Virastyuk, Ukrainian winner of The World’s Strongest Man Competition on ESPN tonight. He dragged a 20 ton truck down the street!

I love him.

While you’re at it, say “Hello” to Matt Furey’s beautiful ass. This character sells a bunch of fitness products on the web and has a touching testimonial from none other than Steven Regal! Oddly, I believe him and he is hot as hell but he still ain’t getting a penny out of me. I don’t have the genetic material and/or I’m just too goddam lazy to ever look like that!

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December 23, 2004

Boo?

From AOL, of course.

Fringer19: hello
HighStrungLoner: Hey
Fringer19: how's it going
HighStrungLoner: I have a cold.
Fringer19: awe, poor boo i saw your pic, and youre a fucking hottie
HighStrungLoner: Did you just call me “boo?”
Fringer19: yeah
HighStrungLoner: You have a good night now.
Fringer19: sure thing boo

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December 21, 2004

Taco Bell = Death

Believe it. I have food poisoning.

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December 19, 2004

Cigar Daddy?

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Getting used to being called Daddy was painful but, at least, I didn’t have to do much. Saying, “Good boy!” every now and then during sex, stupid as it felt, seemed to do the trick. I slowly got used to it, mostly because it got me laid. Then I posted profile pictures of myself smoking a cigar and things really changed. Now I’m supposed to somehow incorporate cigar smoking into fucking. I’m not very verbal during sex to begin with. I prefer keeping my mouth shut and making intimate eye-contact. It was easy to sit back and enjoy a great blow job and a good cigar at the same time. Now I have to blow smoke at my “boy” and use my brain to come up with “hot” things to say, like “How do you like sucking your cigar-smoking Daddy-bear’s dick?” That sounds preposterous to me in any situation. While I’m getting my dick sucked it’s an incredible distraction.

When I first started smoking cigars, I thought, “I must really look like a pretentious asshole.” I took some pictures of myself with my camera phone just to prove to myself that I should never smoke a cigar in front of anyone. Surprisingly, I looked good! Damn. I figured, what the hell, I need new pics anyway, so I performed some Photoshop magic to make them acceptable for public consumption—mostly making sure my eyes weren’t Frankenstein-like black holes—and I posted them. The e-mail started pouring in. Suddenly I was popular again!

I know. Everyone should have such problems at 51. Humor me.

Sexual role-playing is something I’ve always tried to avoid, since, for me, it restricts intimacy. (I’m not sure what role-playing and other sexual accessories mean for other people. I could be shallow and say they’re trying to work out some childhood trauma but I don’t really believe it.) It might seem strange to regular readers of this blog but intimacy is ultimately what I'm after. For me, man-to-man sex, even with someone whose face I never see and whose name I don’t care about, is not only a unique, necessary and irreplaceable expression of male intimacy but it’s an important political act as well. Forget about running around in the woods, drumming in the nude. Having sex with each other is the one important ritual that has lasted through the milennia and the one that still means something.

There are a lot of people—even, depressing to say, gay people—who want us to believe that sex without what Rufus Wainwright calls “the steel-eyed vampire of love” is wrong. Don’t believe them. They want to destroy you. Remember, sex is GOOD.

Wow. And I was just going to write about a disappointing sexual encounter I had last night.

Anyway, this guy wrote to me every day for about a week, saying he was going to be stoppping in NOLA for a night on his way from Austin TX to Florida and that he really wanted to get together with a “cigar-smoking Daddy” like ME. He couldn’t stop yapping about it online. I got multiple IMs and e-mails every day. Besides hating that kind of pressure to perform, I start to think a guy’s insane or high or something.

Still, I met him early last night in his hotel room. He was really good-looking, despite not looking like his pictures, taller and younger-looking than I thought he’d be. So-far, so-good. His scenario was that he would blow me while I smoked a cigar and then I’d shoot a load in his ass. I think it would have worked for me if there was a comfortable chair in his room. I know it sounds like a minor complaint but, like I said, I’m not very comfortable in this role to begin with, so I couldn’t sustain it just standing there looking down at the top of his head and around the room. Don’t get me wrong, he was good, the problem was completely my own. Luckily, my erection was strong and I figured we ought to move on to Act Two. He wanted to ride me and he was very good at it. Eventually I figured I wasn’t going to be able to give him the load he wanted, at least not in that position and we ended up beating off together.

I was disappointed but he insisted he loved it. I went home and stared at the computer screen the rest of the night. I guess I was satisfied, too, since I was home by 9:30 and didn’t go out again. Who knows? Maybe I’m better at this than I give myself credit for. Oooh, that’s a good one!

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December 18, 2004

Staying in

For the very first Friday night since I moved here, I didn’t go to The Phoenix. Expect Hell to freeze over any minute. I’m not sure if I was too lazy or I’m just smartening up a little.

I am meeting a man from out-of-town around dinner time tomorrow and he expects a lot. Now that should be intesting! I’m the first thing on his New Orleans agenda. Oh, the pressure. (See “Cigar Daddy??” above.)

Good night.

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December 17, 2004

Mark Ruffalo’s penis

I watched the Director’s Cut DVD of Jane Campion’s In The Cut last night. I really liked the novel and the movie is not bad. The book did a better job of incorporating the heroine’s love of words with the sex and thriller aspects of the story. The movie doesn’t successfully visualize her inner life, although they do try and it’s certainly beautifully shot. The cinematography is more than just pretty, too, it’s appropriate. The film is worth renting for no other reason than to see Campion grappling with what is for the most part a genre picture and for Mark Ruffalo’s dick. Meg Ryan is terrific in it, even though she seems to be channeling Nicole Kidman. Kidman produced the movie, so I guess she was suppposed to be in it herself.

I didn’t see it in the movies, so I’m not sure if this shot of Mark Ruffalo’s meaty dick was in the theatrical release or not. There’s a glimpse of it earlier in the movie, before the sex scene, but this semi-close-up appears at the beginning of their post-cunnilingal chit-chat. Then there’s a bit of business in which he pulls the covers over it and then she covers it even more! Too bad.

Ruffalo is very sexy in this movie and, because of his seductive performance, the inevitable cop/victim hook-up is more believable than most. Besides, they get it out of the way early which adds tension to the later scenes instead of relieving it. Anyway, the movie’s not bad but the book is a better bet, especially now that I’ve shown you the good part.

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December 15, 2004

Media Whore

It seems like every time Andrew Sullivan develops a new ailment, he feels compelled to shout about it from the media rooftops. It’s as if he thinks he’s the first or only person to whom this has ever happened. Christ, Sully, fatsos on the Bears Mailing List have been moaning about sleep apnea for years!

On the bright side, we get to see humiliating pictures like this one from his appearance yesterday with CNN’s Wolf Blitzer during which the apparently blind Dr. Sanjay Gupta assures Andrew that he is is not obese! You can see and hear for yourself in this video. Savor the rare moment when Andrew says, “I’m going to stop talking now,” as he puts on his CPAP mask. I wonder, too, about the tenuous state of his home life if, as he says, his relationship was at stake because of his snoring!! Poor thing. Between this and the foreclosure on his Provincetown condo, he’s going to need a good night’s sleep.

And why is Big Ben in the background?? It makes Andy look like one of those British Blitz-inspired fetisists, doesn’t it?

Thanks to Wonkette and Gawker.

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NOW it’s Xmas

It’s SNOWING in New Orleans!

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December 12, 2004

Party

NOLAKOC (New Orleans Krewe of Crisco) had their monthly fetish party tonight at the Uptown dungeon. Given recent non-events, I decided it would be a good idea to be armed with some Levitra. I’m glad I did, too, because there were thirty-three men there! Incredible! There was something for everyone, assuming ’everyone’ is into kink of some kind or another. As usual, the main course was fisting but there was also some SM, water-sports and a large dildo attached to a Milwaukee Sawzall, among other things. I got to meet some men in person who I’d talked to online, too, which was great.

The usual suspects were there but I hardly had time to play with any of them. It was great to see Kevin,a friend from Baton Rouge who came to my place in Provincetown two years ago. Aside from being a hot, talented and insatiable fisting bottom, he’s a sweet, warm man. He had to remind me to grease my arm to the elbow in advance!

R and I played again. He said men had been rough with his hole earlier in the night and asked me to be as well. No problem! Later, I got to put my hand in his ass again while he put his in a man in a sling. That’s fast becoming a favorite for us. I love it but it’s hard to find a comfortable position. We’ll have to keep working on it.

I met an very hot, masculine man from out-of-town with a shaved head and longish beard. He had extremely arousing body odor. We really clicked—lot’s of kissing, licking and tit play while he was getting his ass played with and fucked in a sling. We made out later but, unfortunately, didn’t get into anything heavier before he had to go. I’m sure looking forward to seeing him at the next party.

One other guy and I had a lot of chemistry. He’s a big, really hairy, bearish man, younger than me, with a goatee and large pointy sideburns. He spent a lot of time playing with another hot man and I thought they were a couple but it turns out they weren’t. I fucked him a couple of times, first standing up, then twice in a sling. I ended up in the sling for the first time in years. He ate my ass, the other guy kissed me and tweaked my nipples and a third one sucked my dick. Damn. He was the best ass eater I can remember. It felt GREAT! He wanted to fuck me and I would have let him, too, but I wasn’t prepeared, if you know what I mean. We exchanged numbers, so it could still happen.

Every time I felt like I needed a break, I’d go to the refrigerator to get a soda and try to sit down and relax for a while. It never lasted longer than a few minutes before I’d be sticking some part of my anatomy into someone. It was really fun but exhausting and after four hours I really had to leave. Believe it or not I had to resist the temptation to drive to The Phoenix before I went home but resist I did. I’m not showering until morning so I can enjoy the odors while I fall asleep.

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December 11, 2004

The Phoenix and a dud

The Phoenix wasn’t very interesting tonight, not surprising for a Friday night. There’s a small core of men who seem to be there every Friday and Saturday, myself included. Tonight there didn’t seem to be many others. This isn’t so bad in itself. It’s not like I’ve been in town long enough or been busy enough to have had all of them (not for lack of trying), but I was looking for something/someone new.

A local guy sent me his picture in February when I was here for Mardis Gras. I’ve seen him around and figured he lost interest but he started messaging me again this week. Unfortunately, I’ve either been away from the computer or had the sound turned off and couldn’t reply before he’s gone. This guy’s incredibly handsome to me. He came into the Phoenix “play area” tonight. He asked me if I’m FrankPtown and said he wished we had been able to chat. We negotiated a little and agreed to a one-on-one fuck after we both got done playing at the bar. I wasn’t finding what I wanted and finally decided to just go home before I got cranky, saying good night to him on the way out.

Of course, he messaged me right after I got home and I drove back to The Marigny. He was housesitting in a beautiful condo and I had to rush up the stairs to the third floor so the dog wouldn’t make too much fuss. We got undressed and got right down to it.

Now, I know we had said at the bar that I’d fuck him but I didn’t think that would be the only thing we’d do. Firstly, he refused to kiss, making some excuse about his breath. So I got myself hard and he bent over. He’s a little taller than I am (Who isn’t?!?) and we had to find someting that worked. His ass felt really great when I did manage to get in it and I sure was eager to plow him. Between finding a good position, though, and getting some strong whiffs of his poppers, I lost it. (Full disclosure: I told him online that poppers were OK.) I finally said It wasn’t working for me and he asked what I wanted him to do. I knew I could get hard again with some foreplay or something, but he told me he already shot a load when my dick was in his ass. I think he was just being polite but…

Anyway, he’s so good-looking I’d try again but I doubt that’s gonna happen! Sorry, bud.

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December 10, 2004

Johnny Bravo

I am becoming obsessed with a straight man on WebCamNow. His handle is _JohnnyBravo (with the initial underscore). He’s fucking beautiful and he loves showing off his muscles and big dick. I’m a sucker for hairy forearms, chests and pits. He’s got all three and great biceps and traps and a beautiful ass, too. Tonight he was beating off and playing with his girlfriend’s tits while she read an electronics manual! I swear. She would stop reading and suck his dick every once in a while. She couldn’t keep him hard, though. I could!!

He does construction restoration and says he’ll be in NOLA in February for a job and will look me up. Sure he will! I don’t believe it for a second but what the hell? It’ll give me something to live for until then. Why else would he give me his e-mail address, right?

He said Hi to me tonight. Sigh.

Friday night he’s doing a “show” for a couple of hours, starting sometime between 5PM and 6PM PST. I'm not sure what that means, but I’ll be there!

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December 9, 2004

Dogville

I went to Blockbuster today to look for used DVDs. I bought “Super Size Me” and “Dogville.” The cashier asked me if I really wanted to buy “Dogville.” I said I did and she replied that a couple of people have told her it was the worst film they’d ever seen! I saw it in June in Providence and loved it. I’m not sure I’ll ever watch it again because it’s really unpleasant, but I sure want to own it. It’s generally considered anti-American, and it may well be, but that doesn’t bother me much. It appears to have bothered a lot of otherwise sensible critics, though. More interesting to me, the director, Lars Von Trier, seems to really get off on humiliating famous actresses. If you want to see Nicole Kidman chained to a giant piece of concrete or Lauren Bacall mime hoeing potatoes, then this is the movie for you!

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December 5, 2004

Small party

R and I met at The Phoenix. We were supposed to meet a couple of other guys for some play back at R’s place. We played around separately for a while upstairs but finally decided it wasn’t working for either of us and left. Luckily, we ran into John, one of the potential playmates on our way out. D was working and said he’d meet us at the house later. I did a bump in the car and we were on our way.

John, it turns out, was very hot-looking but a little weird for my taste. (Hard to believe, I know!) He talked too much, for one thing. When he’d stop talking and actually do something like kiss or play with a nipple, he’d only do it for a second or two and go back to the dirty talk. He said he was a bit uncomfortable, not knowing anyone, but I wasn’t buying it but I don’t know why. (I think he might have been nervous because he’s negative. Who knows?)

I got a bit further into R’s ass then I had before, which was really fun. He’s always a good time! Then John helped out with some ass play, too. He has big, hairy arms and R really got off on watching them work his ass in the mirror above the bed.

D arrived around 3AM and got right in the sling. R fisted him for a while and then needed a break. He played with John for a while and I got busy with D. The last time I had my hand in his ass, I couldn’t get much past mt wrist. He’s really into depth so it was kind of unsatisfying for both of us. This time though, having been opened up nicely by R, he nearly got my elbow in his ass. My forearms, while not very muscular, are a lot wider than R’s, so I was really surprised.

I rested and watched porn for a while while R and D played again. I got up to hold R’s cock when he pissed in D’s ass. He squirted it back out into R’s mouth. Very hot!

They kept playing and John made it his business to get me hard and close to shooting while I watched more porn. I didn’t shoot because I wanted to give it to R, but I couldn’t sustain the mood long enough for him to get to it. Next time, I hope.

All in all, a good night. Bed time.

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December 4, 2004

The men from Lafayette

Well, they were kinda late, but they did show.

They were HOT, too, as well as being really nice, regular guys. At 7:30 AM, over four hours after we talked online, they finally knocked on the door. I was really asleep, so I was pretty groggy for the first few minutes but once we got down to business I was wide awake. (A little bump didn’t hurt either!)

When we chatted earlier I warned them that I had already shot a few loads and that my body might not be very cooperative. Despite that and the bump I had no problem at all! I fucked them, they fucked each other and we all kissed a lot, sucked a lot and ate some hairy ass. I finally had to give up, but not until noon. That made four and a half hours of non-stop action!! (as they say in porn video ads) Thanks, guys!

I finally got back to sleep at 1PM. Whew!

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The Phoenix

I don’t know why but The Phoenix really got on my nerves tonight. Kelly was there and I fucked him with everything I had but I just couldn't shoot for him. He wanted me to do some stuff with him then spend the night but I declined. H’™s nice, and certainly hot sex, but I know I just couldn’t listen to him all night long. There wasn’t much else there I was interested in and I left in less than an hour.

I got back home and got online, of course. Not much there either. As I was about to sign off, two really good-looking guys from Lafayette offered to drive here to “service” me. It took a while but I finally gave in. It’ll take them a couple of hours to get here, so I’m going to sleep and they’ll knock on the back door to wake me up when they arrive. We’ll see if it even happens.

Good night.

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