May 31, 2005
There’s a French Quarter in Philly??
Spotted at DiBruno Bros. new cheese heaven on Chestnut Street.
May 30, 2005
The Death of Venus
This monstrosity is but one section part of a multi-part mural on Waverly St. at 15th, about a block from me. It was done by a transgender “artist” Dee something (formerly Wesley something else). It’s right across the street from Peirce College who really want it removed. There are some articles about it in the window of a realtor around the corner. I didn’t have my glasses on and couldn’t really read much of them. I did get that the mural is being given credit for ridding the corner of prostitutes!
I guess Venus is the one with the blood gushing from her throat. I think she’s been killed by the creature in red with the sword in one hand and the giant Lee Press-On nail dangling from the other. The murder looks completely accidental to me.
May 28, 2005
I got together last night with two guys from Center City. We had been trying to get together for a couple of days but it just didn’t work out. The bottom, the younger one, does the hunting while the older one is at work. In these situations, I usually think the older one is better-looking but I’m funny that way. Judging by their pictures, though, the younger guy in this couple was hotter. Turns out it was a good photo. When I got there, I liked the older one better after all. Unfortunately, he either was a total top or had no interest in me at all because we barely touched, other than a little peck when I was on my way out. Still, I had fun.
The young guy answered the door in his jock, a little disheveled. The Smiths were playing! The other guy was already naked. I took my clothes off right away. We sat on the sofa next to each other and the bottom moved between us sucking our dicks. The the older one stood up and the younger guy lubed his dick. He got on all fours and continued to suck me while he was getting fucked from behind. The bottom kept having to stop every few minutes. He said it had been a while since he’d been fucked and he had to get used to it again. The top and I switched back and forth between fucking and getting sucked a couple of times but we kept having to stop after a while. We took a little break while the bottom smoked some dope and then we moved to the bedroom.
That seemed to do the trick, or maybe it was just a better position. He bent over the bed and his partner and I switched again between lying on the bed getting sucked and plowing his hole from behind. We were able to play this way for a good hour without any breaks. This guy was not only a great cocksucker, he had a very comfortable hole. I could have fucked him all night but he finally had to stop.
He insisted on getting me off with his mouth before I left. Despite getting no help at all from the more attractive (to me) half of this couple, I shot a good load in the younger guy’s mouth. We relaxed a little and I got dressed and went home.
I have to say, I was a little uncomfortable while I was there. Maybe it was just me. There are some couples who, it seems to me, don’t have a lot of contact with anyone besides each other. I find it hard to engage with them, even physically. This was one of those times. Even taking into consideration that the older one had recently been ill and was only just again able to have sex comfortably, it was kind of weird. I’m not saying I didn’t have a good time because I definitely did, but something spooked me.
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I went to Morris Animal Refuge this afternoon to look for a cat. I took a liking to one of them. She was really beautiful and seemed friendly through the cage. I asked the attendant if I could hold her She resisted, had her claws out and obviously wanted to go back into the cage. The whole time I was holding her, maybe 20-30 seconds, a black guy with dreads stood in the doorway and glared at me. This made me uncomfortable because I figured he thought I was going to hurt her or something. Anyway, I put her back and scratched her on the head a little before we closed the cage again.
I left. I was a half block away when I realized I had forgotten my backpack. I went back in to retrieve it and the guy was in the lobby. He smiled and nodded his head.
Later this afternoon he sent me a message on ManHUNT!! It turns out he was cruising me! I couldn’t believe it! I guess my antennae were retracted.
I’m going back tomorrow to interact with the cat again. My first impression of this guy was tainted, I’m sure, by the fact that I thought he was looking at me suspiciously. I’ll see what I think then.
May 26, 2005
We are bad boys
The New Yorker thinks us fags are irresponsible babies. HIGHER RISK engages in sensationalism of the worst kind. Is this typical of The New Yorker now? They interview someone who says, “The prevention message has been lost completely.” COMPLETELY! They don’t question it. They print “facts” that make gay male crystal meth users seem singularly irresponsible without acknowledging that addicts--gay or otherwise, no matter what they're addicted to--don’t act responsibly. They also don’t mention that crystal meth addiction is as just big, if not bigger problem in other populations. It presents an additional/different set of problems with gay men but we're not the only people who use it!
I swear, some people won’t be satisfied until gay men in general and HIV+ gay men in particular just STOP HAVING SEX. And we should certainly stop going online to hook up with men. The internet is evil and it spreads AIDS. Please turn off your computer NOW before someone gets infected.
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May 24, 2005
The other day Rick asked if he could stop by every now and again to make sure he got in his “daily dose of cocksucking” I said it was OK but that, while I nearly always wanted a blow job, I often didn’t really want to be around anyone. He said that he’d really be into that, being a fan of “the quickie.”
Last night we had our first nearly wordless encounter. He came over to pick up a bottle of poppers he’d left here. I dropped my pants, sat down and hhe got to work. He sucked, licked and stroked me for 15 or twenty minutes, nearly always looking up into my eyes, sometimes reaching up to tweak my nipples. I groaned with pleasure and strained and tried my damnedest to shoot a load but it didn’t happen, dammit. It wasn’t him, though, he’s very good. I just wasn’t up to it. (I’m starting to feel guilty!) He got me right to the edge but then it was gone, dammit! I reluctantly asked him to stop. We stood up and kissed. I pulled up my pants, he got dressed and I let him out. Nice.
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May 21, 2005
The bear coincidence
Rick, the bear from last weekend, came over again on Friday night. Great sex, great conversation. I even opened the bed! We sucked, licked, sniffed and spit for over two hours with lots of breaks to talk and get to know each other. (Yes, I know, I actually enjoyed getting to know someone. So sue me.) He told me he read The High Strung Loner and it got him off. That was a relief!
As good as the sex was’and it was incredibly good’the really interesting thing was that we have an unusual thing in common: We have both been in bands who have opened for The Dictators! We got a big laugh imagining how many men on ManHUNT have even heard of The Dictators. Probably none!
Anyway, had lots of fun but the details are unimportant, I think. (Besides, now I feel pressure, knowing that he reads this thing!) After deciding to save his ass for another time, I asked him to get me off using his mouth He’s really good at it and he’d be the first in a long while to finish me off that way. With (or without, come to think of it!) a hit of poppers, this guy is afucking unbelievable cocksucker. He pumped the head of my dick in his throat for what seemed like forever at a time. He licked the shaft and teased the head, making eye contact almost the entire time. I reclined on my back and tried to make it last as long as I could. Finally, I couldn’t wait and took my dick into my hand while he licked my balls. It was GREAT!
We agreed to go to the Gang of Four show together tonight but, unfortunately, it sold out sometime between Friday and Saturday afternoons. Dammit! I guess The Adonis awaits tonight.
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Best neon in Philly
Top row, third from the right! Hi!
Despite the City’s best efforts to encourage lots of neon on Broad Street/Avenue of the Arts, they’re never gonna beat this MASTERPIECE at 21st and Market. And they have VHS and BETA!!
May 19, 2005
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Gang of Four
bj is crazy about Hugo Burnham and who can blame him?? Gang of Four is back with their original line-up! That means Hugo’s drumming again. They’re in at the TLA in Philly on the 23rd. Be there. Not because Hugo’s hot, which he definitely is, but because, as bj sez:
He’s right, too.
Man of the week
OK, that’s enough, don’t you think?
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Sunday: The bear
I exchanged ManHUNT messages with the bear from Friday night at The Adonis all weekend. Finally, early Sunday evening, he said he had an hour to spare and asked if he could stop by. At that point I could deal with an hour but probably not much more. I said, “C’mon over!”
He was here in less than ten minutes! He is even more handsome in the light! A really big guy and not much taller than me. Once we were inside the door, he assumed the same position he was in on Friday, on his knees with his hands behind his back. I stood in front of him, unzipped and pulled out my dick, already getting hard. He took a big hit of poppers and got to work. Just like I remembered it!! We kissed a lot. I spit into his mouth leaving strings between us when I’d move away. He made it very clear that he was here for whatever I wanted.
I got comfortable sitting on the sofa and he undressed. He sucked my dick some more while he stroked himself. He used his mouth on everything between my face and my dick, front and back. I got to taste my ripe pits on his tongue after he licked them clean. He chewed my nipples, ate my ass and sucked my cock some more.
He said he wanted to feel my cock in his ass but he wasn’t ready since we didn’t have a whole lot of time. That was cool, it leaves something for next time!
I knew I wasn’t going to shoot without getting myself off, so that’s what I did. He helped a lot, kissing me and playing with my balls. I did the same for him. Then he had to go. We’d used up our hour!
We’ve messaged back and forth since and he says he’ll come back whenever I’m in the mood for an ass or mouth to fuck. OK!
Man of the week
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May 18, 2005
Man of the week
Mike from New Orleans. I’ve seen him out but we’ve never met in person. Just a little back and forth online. He’s a bottom and he says he stinks. Nice!!
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Last weekend a Man contacted me on gay.com. He could type really fast but his English wasn’t so great. He was from South America and, from what I could gather, was cruising on the sly from his lover. (For that reason I’ll leave the details as vague as I can.) He sent me a pic. No hair on his face but very handsome with a lean, muscular, hairy body. I wasn’t sure exactly what to make of it at first. He contacted me again later in the week and asked if we could meet. My online profiles say pretty clearly that I’m only looking for sex so I said yes. He came over Saturday night.
We sat and talked for a while. He’s only been in the US for around a year and his English, while pretty good, requires some patience. I asked him right away what he was looking for and he said he wasn’t sure. His relationship is steady but sexless. That's not unusual. When he said his other half wants to move to the suburbs and he doesn’t, I finally got it. Husband shopping! I should have known! Not me, bub! It remained unspoken. And it was certainly no reason to not have sex at least once.
It was spectacular. His body was fucking beautiful. Nicely hairy, muscled torso; big, uncut cock; incredible ass; hairy hole and balls and NO SHAVING ANYWHERE! He had just the slightest hint of cologne, so slight that I didn’t mind at all and I hate the stuff. I thought at first that he was a bad kisser but it only took him a minute or two to wipe that thought out of my stupid head. Besides kissing, he used his talented mouth on my nipples and pits. If he hadn’t made my dick wasn’t so incredibly hard, I could have forgotten about it entirely…maybe. When he finally made it down there, he licked, teased and swallowed, taking his time and making lots of eye contact. It was amazing.
I wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to work on his uncut meat either. I love foreskin! He seemed to like having it chewed on, too. His hairy low-hangers felt great on my tongue and in my mouth. His cock was not too fat and it curved up some, perfect for 69. So that’s what we did. We shifted some so he could eat my ass. If I was prone to make porno-talk during sex, this would have been the time to scream, “Oh god!”
He got up to take a piss and get a drink of water and I got my first really good look at his ass. I love the Latin ass gene! His was pretty fucking close to perfect. I was lying on the bed and he started sucking me again, this time with his hairy hole in my face and I fucked it with my tongue. Every time I’d thrust really hard, he'd swallow my cock deep into his throat. after a while, he said, “You want to fuck me?” All I could do was laugh.
He turned around to face me with his ass poised above my dick. While he lubed us up, he warned me that he was really tight. He wasn’t lying. We took it slow. I was satisfied to just get the head and PA into him because his hair felt so great. He wanted more though. I finally got into him far enough so I could get a good thrust to the root and he shot a giant load all over my belly. And he wasn’t even stroking!
I figured we were done but I was wrong. He stood up, grabbed some more lube and bent over the bed. Damn! And he was still tight! It was a little easier this time, though. I was really ready to pop but I wanted to keep on fucking. I didn’t last so long but who the fuck cares??
When I finally sat down to relax, after we cleaned ourselves off, I saw that he had been here for three hours! I had no idea at all.
I didn’t want to get too buddy-buddy because of the husband thing. I made sure the post-coital chat was short, without seeming too rude. I mean, I liked him and all, even though it’s kind of hard work to listen to him, but I really don’t want to get involved in anything. I really just want to fuck. We agreed to meet again. Soon, I hope!
May 17, 2005
Oddly, two of the guys I played with at The Adonis on Friday night were men I had some online contact with before.
Not long after I got home I got a ManHUNT message from a guy in the neighborhood. We had expressed some interest in each other a while ago but nothing ever came of it. The message said, “wasn't I just sucking you off at the Adonis...bearded/goatee guy down on his knees with no shirt on..” Umm…yeah, I remember that! He went on, “you got a great cock, and I love a man who spits in my mouth...anytime, sexy fucker.” Well, enough fan mail. We got together again on Sunday and we will again.
When I woke up on Saturday there was an e-mail from a very hot man I see online all the time. He said I fucked him Friday night right after he took a load, that he liked it and that he’d like to meet there again. I realized after looking at his pictures that he was the strangely disinterested man in the black wife-beater and he must have been the guy I fucked when I first got to the basement too! I didn’t see his face while we were actually fucking and never made the connection. I should have realized, since I never see two men in one night with dicks that big! I messaged him a long time ago on ManHUNT and AOL and never received a response so I figured he wasn’t interested. I guess I was wrong. You never know.
Maybe I’ve just been lucky but patience has always paid off for me, at least sexually. Maybe I just hang around long enough to catch them in a moment of weakness or desperation. I’m not gonna question it.
May 16, 2005
Friday: The Adonis
It was Liberty Bears Weekend in Philly and I was a little afraid The Adonis would be packed with big, fat guys. (I tend to like non-obese bear types but, being short, I tend to get lost in the crowd when there are a lot of “bigger” men.) It wasn’t, luckily, but it wasn’t the usual crowd, either. It was thinner (in numbers) than most Friday nights but the quality—in my eyes, at least—was much higher.
I had to piss as soon as I got there and a really hot bearded, furry guy stopped me on my way into the bathroom and asked if he could drink it. I told him I can’t usually do that but I’d sure try. He came in, pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet. His dick and balls were the size of a large grapefruit from pumping and saline injections! I decided not to look at them. He started sucking me and , despite my anxiety about being able to piss, and his freakish genitals, I got hard immediately. Of course, that made it more difficult and I finally had to tell him it wasn’t going to happen. Dammit! He left and I urinated in peace.
The two rooms upstairs were oddly crowded but I went to the basement anyway. I was still hard so I undid my pants and pulled out my dick. Within a minute a goateed, hairy guy grabbed it. He stroked me and played with my nipples. He had a HUGE, hard dick(!) and didn’t seem interested in dong anything with it but grinding it against me. Someone behind him began to fuck him and he bent over, leaning his head on my chest, and groaned with pleasure. He kept his hand on my cock. The other guy shot his load and then it was my turn. He turned around and guided my hard dick into his hairy hole. I grabbed his hips and started pumping. I like feeling his butt hair on the head of my dick so I would just go in and out of the hole with my dick head, penetrating him only slightly, followed by some deep thrusts. He seemed to like it. another guy came over, played with my nipples, kissed me and urged me on. When I felt like I was ready to shoot, I started plowing his hole with more force and shot a week’s worth of cum in his ass. I moved to a dark corner to catch my breath.
Three men in particular caught my eye, all had goatees. (What can I say? I like them!) One guy was decked out in leather, another in a black wife-beater and a third in the black t-shirt/jeans/black shoes uniform. All of them were in their forties and none of them seemd particularly interested in me. Towards the end of the night I noticed a big, hairy, handsome bear who stayed on his knees the entire time. I liked him, too.
The wife-beater guy and the leather guy played a bit in a booth, taking turns sucking each other’s dicks. the leather man was really into sucking but the other one just stared into space, completely disinterested, while it was happening. Two bottoms, obviously, trying to find something to do. I tried to participate but I might as well not have been there. I don’t force my way on people like that so I gave up pretty quickly. (Turns out the man in the black wife-beater was the same guy I fucked when I first got there! I'll explain in my next post.)
I went back to the dark room. There was a young, muscular man there who kept grabbing my dick and sticking it into his hole. I had shot once earlier and the second load takes a while, if I shoot again at all. I fucked him, maybe four times, without shooting and he kept coming back for more! I didn’t mind at all but I had to stop to catch my breath every couple of minutes.
The big bear was on his knees at the gloryhole so I stuck my dick through. Nothing. Later on he was kneeling in front of the guy with the black t-shirt but they only seemed to be staring into each other’s eyes. Weird.
As I was getting ready to leave, the bear was kneeling in the middle of one of the rooms downstairs, the one with some light in it. His eyes were following me so I pulled out my dick and stood in front of him. He took a couple of hits of poppers and got to work. Damn! What an incredible cocksucker. Licking, teasing, biting, swallowing, ball washing, you name it, he did it and did it well. And what a handsome face! He kept looking into my eyes as he serviced me. I love that! I leaned over and kissed him, spitting into his mouth. He stuck his tongue out for more. I stood up and he sucked some more. Unfortunately, I had already been there for two hours and was really tired. I had to leave without giving him a load.
My legs were really sore walking home but it was well worth it!
May 13, 2005
R.I.P. Parliament House
The New York Times touts the time shares at Orlando’s Parliament House and SEX is never mentioned. Shameful.
I went to Robin’s Bookstore this afternoon to look at magazines. On my way back down the stairs, I passed a guy who I’ve previously only seen online. I recognized him immediately and thought he was just as hot in person. He didn’t seem to notice me at all, which was not surprising. He acknowledged my compliment politely online and it was clear he wasn’t interested. That’s fine.
Maybe 15 minutes later I saw someone in a gay.com chat-room who I’d previously only seen in person. I’ve never thought this guy was hot and he really doesn’t like me. Still, it was a strange coincidence.
Why I hate IMs
jonneyd717: Well I my be moving and I waend to know where the and what it is nearts food store is
The HighStrungLoner: You mean like a supermarket?
jonneyd717: i am on
jonneyd717: close to
jonneyd717: like on Locust Street close to 13 hundred
jonneyd717: Locust Street
The HighStrungLoner: SuperFresh 10th & South
jonneyd717: how far away
The HighStrungLoner: or Whole Foods 9th & South
jonneyd717: that is far
The HighStrungLoner: 6-7 blocks.
The HighStrungLoner: Far?
The HighStrungLoner: no.
jonneyd717: well no car
jonneyd717: so i be walking
The HighStrungLoner: Yes.
The HighStrungLoner: In CC that is not far.
The HighStrungLoner: YW
jonneyd717: wich one is better
jonneyd717: wich one is better ?
The HighStrungLoner: Whole Foods is more expensive, upscale, organic, etc.
jonneyd717: and ?
The HighStrungLoner: If you want regular food, the SuperFresh is better.
jonneyd717: the other one is like a gianet ?
The HighStrungLoner: Or paper towels, detergent, etc.
jonneyd717: not pricy there ?
The HighStrungLoner: It's in CC so pricier than the burbs but not bad.
jonneyd717: lie how much if i may ask
The HighStrungLoner: I haven’t memorized their prices.
jonneyd717: no i mean if u had to guess
jonneyd717: i do not mean to be a bug
The HighStrungLoner: You are being weird.
jonneyd717: y is that
jonneyd717: DAMN SRY I ASKED
The HighStrungLoner: It's not that you asked but you are asking for SPECIFIC PRICES. Come on.
jonneyd717: just if u hat to guees
jonneyd717: that ois all i ask
jonneyd717: but it is cool if u do not know
The HighStrungLoner: For what? Green beans? Milk? A mop?
jonneyd717: i am sry ok
jonneyd717: for give me ?
The HighStrungLoner: Have a good night.
jonneyd717: ok ok
May 12, 2005
He sure is handsome! If only he were being interviewed by someone other than Charlie fucking Rose.
May 11, 2005
I can tell when I’m beginning to get complacent or maybe even happy because I start to get annoyed at every little thing.
Things have been pretty good. I’m not sick anymore*; I finally have a sofa-bed; I’m comfortable, more or less. Now that I’m not s concerned with me health and physical surroundings, I can focus myself on things that are more external. It’s all really internal, of course, but I can rant and rave anyway.
I spend a good amount of time in internet chat rooms (yes, I know it’s pathetic!) but I haven’t been able to participate. I read the conversation and can’t find anything that grabs my attention enough for me to participate. I don’t see anything interesting or funny to me. I know it’s me who’s in a different place. Certainly, it isn’t everyone else in the chat who has suddenly started being shallow, although it sure seems that way. I suppose I should be grateful that I can’t join the meaningless repartee but I feel, probably appropriately, that I’m unfairly judging even the people in the chat who I actually like. I know that I’m in a lot of ways very different from the “average” person, especially the average gay person. Still, I can’t help wishing there was something there to engage me.
I feel the same thing at the AA meetings I’ve been going to. Even ignoring the endless talk about “God,” I can’t find much that moves me. What I hear is a lot of Hallmark sentiment, although I’m sure peoples’ sharing is as sincere as ever and, surely, not suddenly more shallow than usual. I sit at a meeting and what strikes me is it’s incredible similarity to television in general and reality television in particular. American Idol and its ilk have turned the smallest emotional or physical setback into an occasion for over-the-top sobbing and hand-wringing. (Oh no!! I’ve been eliminated from a game show!! How will I ever survive?) It’s not that I think what people are talking about isn’t real. What I see is a real lack of actual insight or self-knowledge. There are, of course, exceptions. some people have real problems and appear to understand them. They seem to be in the minority, though, in my mind.
Yes, yes, I know most of this is all about how I’m perceiving things. I’m allowing myself to feel superior to the plebes. On the other hand, there’s a real inability these days for people to look inside. They’d rather go on TV and blame someone else or sue someone than see what their own part in something might be. (True, Michael Jackson is a child-molester but these people let their children stay at his house! I mean, really. Get a grip.) the entire thing is sad to me and, at the same time, I’d like to be able to engage with people more often. I just don’t see it happening, though.
This recent feeling of “otherness” is most likely the main reason I haven’t been writing much lately. Who knows? I sure don’t and I’m one of the smart ones!
*I had a CT scan of my lungs yesterday. I’m not feeling sick but something might be wrong. I have a wheeze in my right lung which my doctor is concerned about. I’ll find out what’s up next week.
May 10, 2005
May 9, 2005
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Spring has arrived on Rittenhouse Square!
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May 7, 2005
I do not have pneumonia. I was a little worried there. I went to see my doctor on Monday and he said he was concerned that I was wheezing. I always wheeze for a while after having bronchitis so, when he mentioned PCP, I was a little thrown. My numbers have been great for 14 years and PCP isn’t what anyone would have expected.
Anyways, I got a chest x-ray and everything is OK for the time being. We’ll be looking into other things. I still have wheezing but only in one lung so I’ll be getting a CT scan next week. Oh boy.
Sorry for the medical post but it is what’s happening with me this week. On the other hand, I don’t want to give you the impression that I’m lying around dying or anything. I’m just a little weaker than usual. I did manage to fuck this week! And it was a good one, too! I’ll get around to posting about it eventually. He was a great fuck but I think he was horrified by my apartment.
More when I get back from meeting Sky.
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May 3, 2005
Oh, he has a face, too
I don’t listen to music
From gay.com chat:
HighStrungLoner: Who the hell is Amber?
offroadernie: some singer
HighStrungLoner: Oh, that helps.
mikeyb1969: from the 90's
Buster214: u heard her stuff
Buster214: “This is the Night”
HighStrungLoner: Where would I have heard it?
Buster214: ummm q102
Buster214: night at the Roxbury
Buster214: Studio 54
Buster214: well u dont listen to music then
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Ass of the week
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