February 27, 2005
I got there kind of late for me. Usually I’m there by 11. Last night I got to The Adonis around midnight. It was oddly not very crowded for a Saturday night but the men were good-looking and ready to play.
I went directly to the dark room, undid my pants and started stroking. Within two minutes my dick had a hand and then a hole around it. It was a black guy who’s there all the time and is very persistent. He’s handy to get me started but, if it were up to him, I’d be fucking him and only him all night. Usually I end up having to say no to him more than once. Last night was no exception.
There was a handsome couple there, around my age, both of whom wanted to be fucked. One would talk dirty to the other one, you know how that goes. I did both of them, back and forth for a while. Then, while I was fucking one of them, a really handsome, bearded guy in a starched shirt began to kiss me and play with my balls. he said, ’I want you to fuck me, right here, right now’ and led me to a booth. He stroked me and we kissed for a while. He asked me to take the PA out. Usually i say no but, for him, I did it. He got on his knees and asked me to fuck his face. He made loud choking sounds which drew a crowd. Then he stood up, unfortunately pulled out a condom and put it on my dick. He even had lube with him. Then he bent over and backed up onto me. He was tight, thank god, which kept me hard despite the condom. He was a great bottom. He ground his ass into me when i would slow down and he made lots of noise without sounding like a porno. While I was fucking him, another hot man came into the booth, stroking his fat dick. He began kissing me and playing with my nipples. That did it for me. I shot my load into the condom. I hung around in the booth for a while while they started playing with each other. The bearded guy sucked me some more but, eventually, I had to get outta there and get some air.
This HUGE guy with a goatee came in. I mean really big, built like a linebacker, with a mean look. He was a total bottom! That made me very happy. He did the same thing with everyone he played with. He’d get in front of them reach behind and stroke them to see if they met with his approval. Then he’d do a big hit of poppers, bend over and take what they could give him. He was so big and intimidating, besides being beautiful, that no one refused him that I saw. I played around a little with some other guys in the room, none of it very satisfying. Whenever I got bored, though, I could walk up behind the big guy and know that in a couple of seconds my dick would be buried in his beautful ass.! I think I fucked him five or six times, finally blowing another load in his ass.
There was another guy who spent the entire time I was there bent over a bench. He had so much cum in his ass, I could smell it while I fucked him.
The clerk came downstairs with a flashlight and kicked out a Samoan-looking guy for pissing on the floor. I’ve never seen a clerk leave the booth before in the ten or so years I’ve been going there. Anyway, while he was doing it, he said pissing on the floor was ’unsanitary.’ Imagine. Unsanitary!! At The Adonis!
One guy got all chatty with me and I had to tell him to shut the fuck up. Really, nothing makes for a hotter atmosphere than two fags jawing about nothing, right?
At one point, the big guy was getting fucked in a narrow hallway but he’d straighten up whenever anyone needed to get by, without anyone having to say anything. One queen got all in a lather and vocal about it, even though he could see that people were coing and going with no problem. “Well, are you gonna get fucked in the hall or are you going to do it somewhere else???” Everyone laughed at him and he promptly left the building.
February 26, 2005
Tonight: Dan Montgomery at The Fire with Karen, The Knife and Fork Band CD release party at The Parlor. a 12-step thing with Sky, then either the Bike Stop or The Adonis. If I’m still alive after all that, I’ll fill you in on the details.
February 24, 2005
Helen Back & the Str8Razors
“2 sets-1 slow and torchy. think VU & marianne Faithfull jammin’ out during one cold Feb. binge. The other-hard & fast, like the Ike&Tina Review trapped in Bowie’s 1980 Floor Show, or something like that. Who the fuck knows what'll happen? Come & find out.”
Helen Back & the Str8Razors
Friday, Feb. 25th
The Manhattan Room
Frankford & Girard Aves.
prolly 5 bucks
cheap beer/pizza/billiards/and hopefully SEX
February 23, 2005
Andrew Sullivan’s latest diatribe in the Times of London, subtitled, “The End of Society?” proves once again how shallow and behind the times he can be. (As if last year’s 15-year-late ode to Bears wasn’t evidence enough!) He claims the prevalence of iPods in particular and the the internet/laptops/Wi-Fi in general have isolated people from one another and destroyed their sense of community. All this because he spent some time in New York City and no one spoke to each other. Never mind that the internet is creating new, different kinds of communities with no regard for geographic boundaries. Forget that the iPod has released people’s music from their homes and changed forever the way music is sold and listenened to. Those are nothing compared to the “Metaphor of the White Headsets.” Oh, please.
In my experience, New Yorkers ignoring each other on the street and elsewhere is a cherished tradition. They did it long before the introduction of even the original Walkman, which was certainly before Wi-Fi enabled coffee shops started popping up. The only city where I can recall people saying hello to each other on the street is New Orleans and that happens even today.
Come to think of it living in Provincetown has the same isolating effect. It’s nothing like living in the real world and is one of the main reasons I moved away. Philadelphia is certainly not paradise but it beats the “all-gay-all-the-time” atmosphere that has ruined Ptown!
iPods aren’t the cause of the problem, they are an effect of an even larger problem. If people remove their headsets or look up from their laptops they are assaulted with rudeness, incivility and chaos, not to mention incessant advertising. People have given up even trying to change things and become passively acceptant. The world has become unbearable and they’ve retreated from it. I don’t blame them one bit. The iPod and wireless internet service has only made it easier, not caused it.
Besides, meeting a sociopath in a chat room is better than meeting one on the street anyday. If real life had an “Ignore” button, we wouldn’t have to shut everyone out.
PS: Is that the best picture of Sully ever or what?
Alright already! Here’s another picture of str8 jeff. In a pleather bean-bag chair, no less!
February 22, 2005
Homeless no more!
I signed the lease today on the apartment at 16th and Pine in Center City Philadelphia. What a fucking relief! This time next week I’ll be sitting in a brand new, empty apartment. Now, I have to get my stuff back here from The Cape and New Orleans and I’ll be all set.
Feeling all better now
Thank god my cold is completely gone. Now maybe I can get back to doing what you people come here to read about. Trust me, I’m really sorry about the lack of sexual activity.
February 21, 2005
More on the Bulldog
His blog is back, too!! “So feared by the Left it had to take me down!” Sure, Jeff. That’s what happened.
February 20, 2005
I knew it!! (Maybe)
Fitness guru and trainer of WWE Superstars Matt Furey has a gay.com profile and lives in Mansfield PA!! (It’s a bit of a hike from here but would be so worth it!) I’ve posted before about his beautiful ass. This is a nice pic of the rest of him. I found him on the “Hot List” of a cutie-pie in the Philly gay.com chat room.
UPDATE: This picture has been removed from his profile since this afternoon. All that remain are close-up head shots which could just as easily be—and probably are—of someone else. Still, I live in hope.
February 19, 2005
Incredibly sexy blogger GeekSlut from Ft. Lauderdale announced this week he’s retiring his sex blog. I will miss him, goddamit! His videos and posts about his sexual encounters were really hot and he was a major inspiration for me to start Spork! He’s changing GeekSlut to an audio/video blog. I’m not sure what that means exactly but I wish him the best.
Note: November 2005. GeekSlut is back!
February 18, 2005
Yet another apartment
It’s small, but cheap (like me!) and in a more convenient neighborhood. (No more brain-frying Saturday nights at a hotel!) I helped the landlord out with his Mac while I was in his office. Maybe that will do the trick. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I’m getting just the slightest bit tired of being homeless after nine months of traveling. Enough is enough already.
February 17, 2005
I love Donnie Darko. I missed seeing it first-run in New York by only a day, finally catching it at the Brattle in Cambridge MA, a repertory cinema, where it played for only one sold-out show.
I bought and watched the Director’s Cut DVD today. It’s not much different. The movie now has a sort of structure imposed and some added dialogue that make it a little less ambiguous and maybe a little better. If you didn’t like the original, this version ain’t gonna change your mind. If you liked it but found it confusing, this DVD might help. Then again, it might not. Some people just don’t like movies about paranoid-schizophrenic teenagers who might be able to time travel and who have really tall imaginary friends in bunny suits. God knows why. You can look at it this way: It’s teen angst made physical, like they did on Buffy, only better.
I think it’s one of the best films of the last few years and, with the Director’s Cut, I like it even more. Drew Barrymore should be praised for producing it in the first place and championing this re-release. Now, if only she could act.
I’ll let you know what I think of all the exra stuff and the Director’s commentary after I watch them.
February 15, 2005
Once again I saw there weren’t enough dirty pictures on the page so I posted one. I don’t know anything about this guy except that he chatted online with a friend of mine who kindly forwarded his pics to me. He sure is a handsome devil. Look at his strong, beautiful jawline and his hairy ass!
November 2005 Update: Whoever sent these pics to my friend was an impostor. This guy is known as str8 jeff and has a ton of JO and naked flexing/workout videos for sale.
Gay escort on White House payroll
The latest White House scandal involves this delectable man with the beautiful ass. Some folks in the Bush administration are in the habit of paying journalists to promote their agenda. Recently, Jeff Gannon, a previously unknown “journalist” from the very minor Talon News Service, was given a coveted Daily White House Press Pass so he could attend a few of W’s rare press conferences. Unsurprisingly, he was then called on, before much more well-known reporters, to ask some obviously scripted softball questions, one of which included a snide comment about “certain Democrats” being “divorced from reality.” (These guys apparently have no subtlety at all! But why should they? They know they can get away with almost anything.)
Anyways, it turns out Jeff has a very interesting background as a male for male escort, working out of Wilmington DE and going by the name of Bulldog! Woof, indeed! What an ass!!—in so many senses!
The full story with links to an archive of his escort site with more pics(!) can be found here. Unfortunately, his AOL screen name, USMCPT seems to be dead, but check out Jeff’s personal site for his final word on the subject.
Thanks to bj for posting this link today.
The New York Times’ inimitable Frank Rich adds his couple of cents and some more background. (Free registration required.)
February 14, 2005
Kiss or Kill guy gave me a cold. He did call to warn me that it might happen, though. It’s not too bad. Back tomorrow.
February 13, 2005
I decided to stay in a hotel downtown again tonight to be closer to the men in Center City and so I wouldn’t have to take a cab home. So far, so good. When I got there, my PowerBook decided to die so I tool the el back home, packed my desktop computer and monitor in a suitcase and lugged them to the room in a cab. I felt like an idiot and probably looked even worse. Then I realized I left the fucking power cable at home. Another round trip. I started to question my sanity. How much will I put up with to get laid? (Don’t answer that!) I took a nap.
When I woke up I got online. It was slow at first and I started to think all I would get out of the night was a trip to The Adonis. I was saved from that in the nick of time by a young, furry, goateed guy from Center City. I mean really furry, too! This guy was covered in luxurious black hair’except for his head which was shaved. He was very cute, too!
You can’t use the hotel elevators without a room key card so I had to go to the lobby to meet him. Handsome! We started making out as soon as the elevator door closed. I hope the security guys watching the cameras got a good eyefull of that! Then my key didn’t work so we had to go back to the lobby to get another one. That meant two more sesions in the very slow elevators.
When we finally got in to my room we were really ready to play. Shirts were off almost right away. He had really bushy pits which I just love. I hardly had any time to appreciate them, though, since he hungrily licked mine before moving down to my nipples. He undid my pants and I sat on the edge of the bed while he swallowed my dick. this guy was a great cocksucker, bringing me to the edge, then slowing down. he had a beautiful, uncut dick but I never didn’t get to do much with it besides jack him off a little while he sucked mine.
All though our play there was lots of kissing. I LOVE kissing and he was really good at it!
I ended up on my back, head on the pillows while he tried to sit on my cock. He was very tight and we had to try something else. I wanted to look in his eyes while I fucked him so he got on his back. It was still really hard to get it in there but with a lot of lube and patience we managed. Nothing feels better to me than a hairy butt hole rubbing on my dick. We were both grinning while I pumped him. Finally I was ready to pop. He said to shoot whenever I was ready and just a couple more thrusts did the job. I stayed hard a while and fucked him until I lost it.
We made out some more and I chewed on his nipple while he got himself off. We hung out and talked for a while and realized we had a lot in common besides the mutual sexual attraction. He was fun to spend time with as well as a stellar fuck.
Eventually, I had to go out to get some food so we got dressed and he walked me out to the 7-11 and said goodbye. When I got back to the room I didn’t even bother looking for more. He was so much fun I was done for the night.
lixme4fun: Fresh cope, Indio Churchills, but will suck a Cuban Cohiba like I own it (no Dominican knock offs), shitload of useless baggage that I leave at home except on long road trips, unfucked for 15 years, interested in the cocks without the iron spikes, hairy,
HighStrungLoner: OK. Thanks.
lixme4fun: btw, nice game face
HighStrungLoner: What the fuck are you talking about?
February 12, 2005
I went out to the Bike Stop tonight to play pinball with Sky. I haven’t been there in seven years! Nothing—and I really mean nothing—has changed. Michael Cavallone still DJs there and is still great. I was afraid I’d run into a lot of people I would rather never see again. I didn’t, not even one, so maybe I’ll start hanging out there again. Beats sitting here staring out into the air. Maybe.
February 11, 2005
Kiss or Kill 2
I was roaming the neighborhood, trying to find a store that had a tin of SKOAL to sell me and having no luck. I walked past that guy’s place again and there he was standing on his steps. He invited me in, saying he was kind of hoping I would walk by and we played again, this time in a bed, and we talked quite a bit.
We made out and groped a lot before we got to the bed. Once we got naked and comfy, there was lots of kissing, spitting, pec-punching and we sucked each other’s dicks for a long, long time. His dick is huge and really hard for me to suck but I did my best which is pretty goddam good. He did a great job on mine, too. I would have been satisfied just staring at his beautiful, hairy chest and sniffing his ripe pits. He loves eating my hole and sticking his thick fingers in my ass. He is one of those rare men who actually makes me want him to fuck me. He tried but, getting that big dick in my ass is gonna take some real effort. I'm sure we’ll get the job done eventually! He’s very aggressive.
Anyway, after two hours and some of intense play and equally intense conversation, I had to go. This time we exchanged names and numbers. Our meetings will no longer be by chance, I guess. I’m not sure how I feel about that but we’ll see what happens.
February 8, 2005
Kiss or Kill
I’m in Fishtown, an old, working-class Philly neighborhood, at rush hour, half a block from a busy El stop and I see a man who looks exactly like the guy in this picture. (Ultimate Fighter Rick Roufus) My jaw nearly hit the concrete. He was loading some boxes into a building. We acknowledge each other in a “Hey bud, what’s up?” kind of way which could mean anything. I keep walking, then turn around and he’s looking! Then he turns away! I stop and pretend talk on my cell phone. He chats with an old woman and glances my way. At this point I’m not sure if he’s interested or he wants to beat me up because I keep looking at him. He goes inside. I walk to the corner. But wait—now he’s walking my way! He goes into the Goodwill store, comes right out, looks at me, heads back to his place and stands on the steps looking. BINGO! I walk up to him, still nervous (This guy looks really mean!), and say, ’Hi, handsome.’ He says, ’You, too, man,’ and opens the door, inviting me inside. PHEW!
We go into what looks like a studio of some kind, full of stuff. Right inside the door he pins me to the wall, sticking his tongue in my mouth. He has huge hands. I am really hard. I know there are hundreds of people rushing around, less than six feet away from us, outside the door and I get more aroused. His t-shirt is torn at the top and I can see a some fur. I reach underneath and feel his hairy, muscular chest to find a nipple. He pulls my jacket off and my shirt over my head. He is sweaty and has a strong smell. He tastes salty all over. I lick his pits. My dick starts fucking throbbing. We kiss some more, licking each other’s necks and faces and mixing our scents.
I reach down and feel a big dick inside his pants. He presses his crotch into mine. As he undoes his pants, he licks my chest and nipples. He pushes me down to suck on his meaty dick. (Really, my hand barely fit around it!) His balls smell and taste of sweat. I reach around and play with his hole. He pulls me up, pins my wrists against the wall and kisses me some more, spitting into my mouth.
He gets on his knees and deep throats my dick. I fuck his face until he chokes. He goes at it a couple more times, urging me with his body language to pump as deep as I can. He turns me around, bends me over and starts licking my hole. I don’t get fucked very often but this guy wouldn’t even have to ask! I am moaning and ready for anything. He sticks a thick finger in my hole. He reaches around front and starts beating me off. I can’t hold off any longer and shoot all over the wall. We’re done.
Finally, we talk. We’ve met before but can’t remember where. I tell him I wasn’t sure on the street if he wanted to have sex with me or kill me and that’s why it took so long for me to say hello. He says that’s part of his charm. No shit! We don’t exchange names or numbers but he says to stop by again. He goes off to walk a friend’s dogs and I go home to take a nap.
February 6, 2005
The Tina Effect
This guy messages me on ManHUNT tonight. His profile says he’s looking for “feeders” (That’s me!!) and wants “Average to In-shape to Slim guys only” (Definitely not me!) He was persistent, despite my repeatedly telling him that I was not what he was looking for. He also said he was “partying,” which explains a lot about a lot.
We negotiated a hookup for two and a half hours! His first message was at 9:28 PM and his last at 11:58! Can I take out the PA? How many times can I shoot? Can I smoke a cigar while he blows me? Is there parking here? I was completely amused and not really in the mood for sex, so I wasn’t much bothered by the very protracted time-frame. He called just a few minutes after his last message on ManHUNT to say he was leaving and to confirm directions. He had a sexy southern accent.
I am 15 minutes by car, tops, from anywhere in South Philly. An hour and a half later, he messages me to say he came by but I didn’t answer. He said it was cool, though, and we’ll try again but I have to come to his place.
I don’t know where he drove to tonight, but it sure wasn’t here! I know there must have been a good half hour of meth-induced preparation for him to even get out the door and getting around the one-way streets here can be frustrating but an hour and a half? Please. The Crusher thinks he never even left his apartment! I’m inclined to agree.
His picture is growing on me and I’ll give him another go, I think. Christ, I might as well be high! I mean, look at the paneling in his picture and that weird head with the rainbow hat on the radiator. Am I crazy?
I figure I’ll be smart and get a room in a hotel downtown for the night so I can be more accessible to guys who want to have sex with me. BAD IDEA. Last time I tried this in Philly, my laptop power cable developed a short and the damned thing wouldn’t even start up. Tonight, just as I’m trying to decide which of three sex offers I’d accept, the fire alarms went off in the building and we all had to go out on the street! False alarm, thank god. One of the guys wanted to meet me at a bar which I never do so he was out. I figure I can get the other two to come over at the same time. Then the alarms went off AGAIN! They ended up getting together and I didn’t get another bite I had any interest in. I ended up taking pictures of myself.
If Priceline cooperates, I may try again next weekend, though it might be difficult to get a cheap room on Valentines Weekend. Well see.
Truth be told, everybody has a scenario lately and I just want to have sex. I’m not really into “acting” on the best of nights. After having to walk down ten flights of stairs TWICE it was completely out of the question. I could barely have survived a blow job at that point.
I did get to spend some time with my friend Sky earlier in the evening, so at least that was fun.
February 5, 2005
It was packed, of course. At times there were a good 30 men in the darkest play space and that’s a lot of meat in that small area. There were even men in the “theaters” and roaming the hallways.
I went right to the dark room. Before my eyes could adjust I had my dick in at at least two asses and a couple of mouths without my having to even do anything but stand there. Once I could see what I was going on, I got a little more selective. There were some very hot men there! One guy who looked like Provincetown’s ex-Town Manager, Mark Latour, really caught my eye. He was into younger, more extreme-looking guys but we played a little bit while he was getting his dick sucked.
There was a tall, very handsome and masculine guy who I liked a lot. He was getting blow jobs from guys sitting on the bench. I felt his ass and it was already nice and lubed. So tall, though! He bent over for me a couple of times but it really wasn’t working and he’d stop. I made the rounds and had more fun (there was a real pig a the gloryhole!) but I kept coming back to that beautiful, hairy ass. I even sucked his dick for a while. (I don’t do that very often in public places. Once guys see you sucking dick, that's all they want from you.)
Finally, I was standing against a wall next to the bench. He reclined on his back with his pants around his knees, smoking a cigarette. Then he rolled over on his side so his hole was facing me. I reached over and his ass was dripping lube. Perfect. I found a good, comfortable postiion and fucked him for a good ten minutes before I unloaded in his hole. I could tell he was loving it as much as I was, too. We found a good rhythm and he backed up onto my dick really hard with every one of my thrusts. It felt great to finally shoot in that hole.
When I was done, I buttoned up my fly and left the building. Before I was out of the room, though, he had already changed to his bent over position and was ready for more dick. Good for him!
Tom Cat Bookstore
I used to go to the Tom Cat all the time about 15 years ago and it was really great. In fact there was a period of time when I was there nearly every night but I realized it was because I just didn’t want to be home with Douglas, my lover at the time. Anyways, back then it was clean and well-run. There was a pool table, a great juke box and a couple of pinball machines, too, which I love. People could hang out there for sex or just for fun. Then it got run-down and was always empty. Even though I love dirty bookstores I stopped going. I heard they recently put in a “playroom,” so I thought it was time to pay a visit.
IT’S HORRIBLE!!! First of all, there was hardly anyone there even though it was nearly midnight on a Friday in the middle of Philly’s “gayborhood.” (Please kill me immediately if I ever type that word again. Ugh.) They put the playroom where the pool table used to be and enclosed the space. There are a couple of monitors on the wall, two pleather sofas, a cheap japanese lantern and some wierdly 2001-ish tables. It would be hilarious if it weren’t so awful. There was no one in there except two guys in dirty socks sleeping on the sofas. Hey, six dollars is cheap for a warm place to lie down.
Needless to say, I didn’t stay long.
What an incredible day,even though I didn’t get up until 4PM!
Beth, an old friend and band-mate e-mailed me the other day and said she would be at a restaurant for a birthday party and asked me to stop in and say hello, since I’m in town. When I got there everyone from my old band, The Heathens, were there and a bunch of other people I haven’t seen in years, too! I haven’t had such a good time with actual people in a long, long time.
When I got there Beth, the guitarist and Sky, the drummer, jumped immediately out of their chairs and there were the usual hugs and kisses all around. Beth and I sat at the bar a while and caught up. She looks exactly the same as when I met her and that was over 20 years ago! She is probably the most narcissistic person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of them. Still, I love her. We’ve chatted online and she is as exhausting to chat with as she is to be with. the last time we communicated she said she was exchanging pornographic stories with Richard Hell and I told her about my other web site. So tonight I told her about my recent film and she said at the top of her voice in the middle of the restaurant, ’You were in a FISTING movie?!’ Everyone in the room turned around and stared at me. I thought I was going to bust a gut laughing.
Sky is the very first man I actually fell in love with (vocalized but unrequited for which I eventually became grateful) and I still have a very soft spot for him. Playing in a band with him is one of the great pleasures of my life. The last time I saw him was before I moved to Provincetown and I was still with Cecilio. He was so high that it scared me. Turns out things got much worse. That’s not my story to tell so I won’t. Thank god he’s doing fine now and still playing music. If he wasn’t I’d be really sad. He had to leave early to go “tell his story” at a meeting but not before we posed for a Heathens reunion picture.
I hung out for about another hour and headed to the Tom Cat Bookstore.
February 2, 2005
Great, great, great Almodóvar film!!! Gael García Bernal is sexy, amazing and completely seductive, even as a tranny!
The interlocking stories, multiple flashbacks and pieces of a film within the film are frustratingly impossible to describe but keep the film consistently intriguing. The insane plot(s) are complex but easy to follow, even if you sometimes don’t know exactly which of them you’re actually watching. The Production Design and Cinematography are, as usual, stunningly rich and entirely plot driven. As Stephen Holden said better than I could in his New York Times review, “This film is unrestrained by any need to appear realistic.” Almodovar mines classic Spanish and American thrillers and film noir for style but the substance of this film is absolutely his own. Despite frequent and obvious nods to Hitchcock and DePalma(!) this film is still pure Almodóvar. The beautiful, sometimes seemingly innapropriate score which owes a debt to the great Bernard Herrmann is wonderful on its own. (Imagine Herrmann with flamenco guitar!) These are simply landmarks to help us navigate the thriller territory. Oh, and for laughs, too.
I’ve read that Bad Education is about all the effects of Franco-era Catholic education on two young men. That’s not really true. Child sexual abuse by a priest and battering by another may be what binds these two men and drives at least a large part of the ’story’ but the film is really about passion, love and, espeically, art. It examines how love and memory drive us to create and how sometimes art is defined by the things we choose to leave a mystery. It’s about our identities, how we see ourselves, how we want to be remembered and how we are remembered, despite ourselves. It’s about how some people’s incomplete and clouded memories motivate the creation of art. It’s about a lot of things. And it’s hilarious,too, but played completely straight. Bad Education’s comic, tabloid roots are made completely clear in the very first scene, so it’s hard for me to understand why some folks don’t see them. It’s sensational in every sense of the word, conciously and proudly so.
Just go see it! If great gay filmmakers like Pedro Almodóvar don’t get our support, we’re gonna be left with nothing but hacks like Joel Schumacher and crap like Phantom of the Opera.
The Adonis is Philly’s premier sex venue, in my opinion. It’s a filthy, odorous, dark, disgusting hole. All that for only ten bucks! I love it. (2022 Sansom St., I think.)
The first floor has a small theater with, maybe, 3 benches and a water fountain, a bathroom (no TP available, though!) and another larger video room with a couple of bench seats. Nothing much happens in either place. They are good places to rest between sessions because there is enough light to make sure you’re not sitting on anything or anyone you’d rather avoid.
The basement is really the heart of the place. After passing through an empty space and down a dark hallway, there is another room. It’s lit by one very dim green light bulb, is divided into three areas by plywood walls, and the back wall of the room has booths with NO DOORS. The larger of the two spaces is almost completely dark and is where most of the sex happens. Really. It’s impossible to see anyone’s face and you have to stare really hard to make out what’s going on. Sometimes the sound is more revealing. (“Slap. Slap.” Oh, they must be fucking!) There are some bleacher type seats but, like The Phoenix they are usually occupied by fat guys who will try to suck anyone who walks by.
On weekend nights this space is sometimes so crowded that it’s a real challenge to get from one end of it to another. Sometimes it’s best to just squeeze into the middle of the room and let what happens happen. And EVERYTHING goes on here. It’s an adventure! I try to stand outside where there’s marginally more light and hope I can follow someone I’m interested in and not lose him.
(Note: Do NOT put any belongings on the floor or kneel directly on it. If you can find the stuff, you’ll be lucky. Also, your stuff and your knees will be covered with things and you probably don’t what to know what they are!)
It’s exactly the kind of scene I love. I can be fucking someone or getting my cock sucked and anonymous hands and mouths are all over me, helping me along. Pure heaven for me.
Tuesday nights, unfortunately, are much more grim, as I found out tonight. There were only about a dozen men and none of them interested me much. I’m sure this was mutual. There were two kind of hot circuit-types there (The Blue Ball was this past weekend) but they were, unsurprisingly, only interested in each other. They grabbed a booth and I could barely even see that they were in there, let alone what they were doing. I could make out lots of kissing sounds and both of them stayed standing, so I assumed they were tina-queens and couldn’t get hard. that certainly didn’t stop them from having a willing audience, though. (Wow. I’m in Philly for two days and I’m already as cynical as I was when I lived here!)
I cruised the big, dark room for a while. A bear-type who wasn’t bad stroked my dick but then he asked me to suck him and I said ’No.’ That was the end of that pretty much. I stood around stroking to two hairy, bearded guys (I felt their faces and chests like a blind guy to find out!) who were sucking and fucking for a while. The bottom grabbed my dick while he was getting fucked, so I was next in line to get in his ass. It was a good one, too. The bear guy came back to kiss me and suck my nipples while I was fucking. I stopped after a while. I don’t remember why.
I cruised around a little longer but eventually headed home after about and hour and a half, unsatisfied. I think I’ll stick to online hook-ups on weeknights while I’m here. I turned down a couple of good ones because I was fixated on going to The Adonis. I’ve got a couple of repeat engagements from when I was last here. They should be fun.
Time for bed!
February 1, 2005
Karen brought me some pizza on her way home from the movie. God bless her. She’s authentically nice. What a rarity. She understood why I missed the movie and said I would LOVE it. I can’t wait.
My backbreakingly heavy suitcase finally arrived at 12:45 AM! I had to unpack it in the hall to get it to the second floor! (Hint for over-packers: Use curbside check-in! They don’t check for extra weight!) It was completely disheveled by TSA but everything was there, at least. I've got the desktop set up—even the iSight—and I’m happy as a fucking clam. Now I can respond to insults from youngsters in the gay.com chats without the 10 minute delay I get on my elderly laptop.
I’m hungry again, though, and there are no places open, even in in this increasingly guppified neighborhood. (I was getting the hairy eyeball from some local home-owning fags when I was outside screaming into my cell phone, trying to get the USAirways robot to understand me this afternoon!) I think I’ll just go to sleep and leave getting blowed at The Adonis. for another night.