February 28, 2007
Saturday was not a great night at The Adonis. It’s been so cold that I haven’t been able to leave the house much so I thought I’d take advantage of temperatures only slightly below freezing and go out for a while.
There were less than a dozen men in the basement when I arrived at 11:30 and none of them appeared to be having sex. I relaxed for a while, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. Eventually, most of them men ended up in the darkest area, where I was, and something seemed to be happening.
Wen I got closer, I saw a big guy, over six feet, really well-built, hairy and handsome, bending over and taking a hit of poppers. Apparently he was trying to back onto someone’s dick because a guy behind him was saying, “No, let me do it.” I moved closer, felt his furry chest and tweaked his nipples. He rested his head on my shoulder. I kissed his neck and stroked his head. He reached down and started stroking my dick with his lubed hand, getting it hard. Then he turned around and bent over even more, even bending his knees some more to position his hole right in front of my cock. (Amazing for such a big man.) His hole was already wet so I slid right in. Nice. Not too tight and enough friction to keep me nice and hard. Suddenly the dark space seemed crowded as people moved in to see. Holding onto his hips, I pumped his hole hard and fast at first for as long as I could. Then I slowed almost to a stop and he ground his ass against me, trying to get my dick in as deep as he could.
I started pumping again, this time more slowly. Sometimes I’d pull all the way out and I could feel my P.A. against his hole on the way back in. He was rocking back and forth meeting every thrust. I started to moan because I wanted to shoot so badly and I knew it was going to take some work. Some men moved in to help, one cradling my balls and another with his mouth on my nipple. That did it. I don’t even know what kind of noises I made when I shot into his ass, I just remember gasping for air. He began grinding again, stirring it up. I needed a break so I pulled out. I could smell other men’s cum.
I leaned back against a wall, looking down the row of booths, just staring out into the air for a while. There is a little more light in this part of the back room but faces are still sometimes hard to see. Guys wandered around aimlessly. At one point I was startled because it looked like a dozen or so men were coming towards me in the darkness like so many of the living dead. I went upstairs to the new room to use the bathroom.
There was a bearish man on his knees (in white pants!) sucking off another big hairy guy sitting on a bench. I stood behind the bench and took out my dick. The man getting the blow job started stroking me. I started to play with his nipples. He moaned and leaned his head back to look into my eyes. I began kissing him and I could tell he was getting close to shooting. He raised his head so he could watch himself ejaculate and I continued massaging his nipples. He shot into the other guy’s mouth. Not a drop was wasted.
After he pulled up his pants and left, I pulled mine down and sat on the bench. By this time the guy was sitting next to me. I sat there for about 15 minutes while he sucked me and stroked me, getting me to the edge and slowing down, talking about what a good cocksucker he was and how he learned to love being a bottom. I was almost sure I wasn’t going to shoot again and I was getting frustrated so I went back downstairs.
As I was going into the back room, a really hot man with a red hankie in his right pocket was coming out to use the bathroom. I made sure my red hankie was visible in my left pocket and stayed where I was until he returned. As he passed, he turned to me and nodded, smiling. That was that. Whenever I saw him later he was getting his dick sucked. Oh well.
Other than him there was no one I was interested in. A few guys came over and started to play with me but I couldn’t get into it. I retired to the room at the bottom of the stairs where nothing much happens and sat down.
The man who was sucking me upstairs came down and sat next to me to “chat.” Oh great. I can’t stand listening to people chat in a place like this so you can imagine how I felt about it. It’s really not conducive to getting off. He told me where he lives and how he’s looking for someone who can be a fuck buddy but who he can also hang out with. I wanted to say, “DUDE! You’re wearing white pants at The Adonis!” but I was polite. We talked for about ten minutes and I finally said it was time for me to go. He said he hoped we’d meet again. I said “Great!” but inside I was rolling my eyes. Thank god he didn’t try to leave with me.
I’m listening to “Fiction Romance” from Another Music in a Different Kitchen by Buzzcocks.
February 27, 2007
Man of the week
I’m listening to “Conduit For Sale!” from Slanted and Enchanted by Pavement.
The Secret Undergroup Party Club
A private chat with yet another greedy (and paranoid) bottom:
Eagle66bud: hey... evening Daddie... all looks good.. nice profile
Eagle66bud: sure thing wondering... just my type... u a hung Daddie ?
HighStrungLoner: a little bigger than average, not huge
HighStrungLoner: you have a picture to send?
Eagle66bud: sending pic
Eagle66bud: sent... what are u seeking and into ?
HighStrungLoner: NATURALLY MASCULINE MEN/BOYS w/facial & chest HAIR. PITS, NIPS, KISSING, FUCKING, sucking, GROUPS, public sex, UNSHAVED balls & ass, SWEAT, MANSCENTS, BB, ff, ws, verbal/aggressive bottoms, dipping, cigars.
Eagle66bud: wow.... nice open and into mosly all
HighStrungLoner: didn't get pic yet
Eagle66bud: check spam
HighStrungLoner: ok. nice. handsome!
Eagle66bud: thanks... into pleasing tops... can be piggie too
HighStrungLoner: both work for me. where are you?
Eagle66bud: ne here... what kind of public sex ? like to know more about groups ? be to to feast on 3-4 cocks... hangin in my face to suck while you are fucking me
HighStrungLoner: like baths, bookstores, etc
Eagle66bud: sounds hot... pref at least 6-7 or over cock... love to swallow cum :-P oink
HighStrungLoner: that would be me. about 7 probably
Eagle66bud: cool... u into pigging out a bottom ? like to know more about the groups u done
HighStrungLoner: i'm not into getting a group of tops together for a bottom if that's what you're asking
Eagle66bud: not lookin for a big group... tell me more about what you like and have in mind
HighStrungLoner: i like all kinds of things, i don't have a scenario i have to follow. guys online ask me all the time to "bring top buddies." i always say no [NOTE TO READERS: unless they want to bring some other bottoms along, too, so we’re all occupied!]
Eagle66bud: how do the groups come about then ?
HighStrungLoner: i get invited usually
Eagle66bud: gess now hows that any different ? u are just being invited you are less in control of whoes there etc
HighStrungLoner: the hosts usually try to make sure there is a kind of equal number of tops and bottoms. that's different from getting a bunch of tops and one bottom
Eagle66bud: is this a hotel ?
HighStrungLoner: baths, house, apt, hotel.
Eagle66bud: so the word goes out... its so hush hush and controlled beh the whoes who.... ? os the who's supposed to be who...
HighStrungLoner: some guys just have parties regularly, invite guys they get along with
Eagle66bud: its the secret undergroup party club ?
HighStrungLoner: no secret but like any other kind of party they don't put up posters or anything
Eagle66bud: sounds like its riddle with drama ? no. not into the drama and folks making my decisions on who I am to be wirh
HighStrungLoner: this is stupid. you have a good night
I’m listening to “Alcoholiday” from Bandwagonesque by Teenage Fanclub.
February 26, 2007
Man of the week
Hornelius is a hot, handsome and approachable guy from Italy with an absolutely stunning dick. He’s a musician/photographer/designer whose pictures are beautifully composed with great lighting. We’ve chatted a few times online. He sends me.
I’m listening to “Bigmouth Strikes Again” from The Queen Is Dead by The Smiths.
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February 25, 2007
My street, looking very Goreyesque in this afternoon’s beautiful snow.
I’m listening to “How Can You Live In The Northeast” from Surprise by Paul Simon.
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I’m listening to “With a Hip” from Heaven Up Here by Echo and The Bunnymen.
It opened two days ago, where the World Gym used to be, at 2020 Sansom St., two doors down from The Adonis. There was a flyer up at The Adonis saying a new “Men’s Club” had job openings and I asked the clerk about it. I guess the rumors were true. It’s about fucking time. It’s the same owners as The Adonis so caveat emptor or something. They’re taking job applications which are available at The Adonis if anyone’s interested. I'm going to attempt to get there tonight.
I’m listening to “Strange Fruit (Tricky Remix)” by Billie Holiday from Verve Remixed.
February 24, 2007
Sprint knows who what I like.
I’m listening to Overture To A Holiday In Berlin from “Burnt Weeny Sandwich” by The Mothers of Invention.
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I have Chronic Obstructive Pumlonary Disease because I smoked Marlboros for 30-some years. (I promise this will not be a lecture, just some background about how I got here. I still love cigars and kissing smokers!) Here’s how it works: When your lungs reach their full size they have lots more capacity than you need. As you age they slowly deteriorate and, hopefully, by the time you die you’ve still got more than you need. Smoking damages your lungs in ways that accelerate this process and lungs don’t repair themselves, so, by the time you notice a problem, it’s too late. You already have less capacity than you need and, even if you stop smoking, your lungs continue their natural decline and things get progressively worse. Then you die. Slowly. It’s a pretty fucked up way to die. I watched my mom do it.
I stopped smoking a long, long time after I started having problems, even severe problems. I quit about 4 years ago, then started again a year ago and quit again a month ago.
So. I take a bunch of medicines every day in order for me to be able to breathe: one pill, one inhaler, one inhaled powder, and two liquids in a nebulizer that take about 20 minutes twice a day. It turns out the meds are more of a precarious balance than I thought.
I didn’t know this but the State of Louisiana has been paying my Medicare premiums for the last two years even though I’ve been living in Pennsylvania. They stopped paying at the end of December and PA took two months worth out of my SSDI this month without informing me in advance. Ouch. Between that and my yearly Medicare Part D (Thanks, George!!) deductible, I was screwed. I couldn’t afford two of my meds.
I chose carefully. I decided not to buy the Singulair pill because I figured it’s specifically for Asthma and thats not really my problem, although some of the treatments are the same. I also nixed the Albuterol inhaler, since I use it several times a day and my Doctor said I should really only use it a few times a week. I figured I’d feel relatively normal—or, at least, how I’m supposed to feel. Wrong.
I was in agony. It was pretty cold this week and that’s a real problem for people with COPD. Whenever I was outside I had to keep a scarf over my mouth and nose (I don't know why it works but it does), and even then I had to stop at least once every block and catch my breath, leaning on something, palms down to enlarge my chest cavity. I must have looked like I was in trouble because several people stopped to ask if they could help. (None of them were Penn students, by the way.)
I called my Dr. and asked if he would prescribe some prednisone which is cheap. (Prednisone is like a miracle drug. When I take it, I feel 20 years younger, no lie. I can breathe normally and have seemingly boundless energy. Of course, continued use has real nasty side effects so it can only be used very sparingly, dammit.) The Dr. Said NO! and told me to go to the Emergency Room. Fuck that. The last time I went to the Penn ER with a COPD exacerbation, they treated me for a heart attack. A Dr. finally came in the second morning and said, "This is stupid. This has nothing to do with your heart. What are they doing to you?" They still call like clockwork every three months to follow up on my heart attack. I tell them I'm doing fine, thanks for calling.
I decided to wait it out overnight because a friend of mine said she’d pay for the medications in the morning. I didn’t feel great but I made it though the night without any major incidents. She drove me to the Pharmacy in the morning, dropped me off and continued on her way to Connecticut. I took one puff of Albuterol and all of my symptoms disappeared within a minute. I swear, it was like smoking crystal meth or something. (More on this idea later.)
I spent the rest of the day running around Center City doing errands without having a single problem. Amazing. I can’t wait until I’m 60 and I feel this crappy every day!
I’m listening to Little Hitler from “Pure Pop For Now People” (US) or “Jesus of Cool” (UK) by The Basher, Nick Lowe.
February 23, 2007
Two retail giants close their Chestnut Street stores, leaving us with only VALU-PLUS. Sad.
I’m listening to 911 Is A Joke from “Fear Of A Black Planet” by Public Enemy.
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February 21, 2007
Men of the year
Manu Maltes (left) and his partner Edu Boxer, the most beautiful couple on earth in the porn business. They are rentable, by the way, if you happen to find yourself in London with some time to spare.
I’m listening to Harlem Nocturne by The Ventures.
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Profile pic of the week
Liberace on roller skates.
I’m listening to Nitemare Hippy Girl from “Mellow Gold” by Beck.
February 20, 2007
From a Bear411 profile:
BOOKS: WICKED, OLD SONGS IN A NEW CAFE, HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY
MOVIES: LION IN WINTER, BOOT BLACK ONE AND TWO (!!), THE WOMEN, SORDID LIVERS
February 18, 2007
I went to a fisting party in someone’s apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan last spring. I hadn’t met any of the other guys before I got there and it took me a while to get over my initial nervousness. There was a guy I bonded with pretty quickly and I spent most of my time with him making out, fucking and fisting a bit. He’s from this area and we were going to take the train back to Philly together.
At 5 AM, just as I was pulling my pants on, a guy came up behind me and whispered into my ear, “Don’t you want to stick that dick inside me before you leave?” Of course I did! It was Norman, a thickly hairy bearded man I had really wanted pretty badly to play with all night but we were never unoccupied at the same time. Now we were. I felt a little guilty telling the other guy that I was going to hang around but not that guilty. (He and I have played since.)
Everyone had gone except for the host and his out-of-town guests who were all going to sleep, so Norman and I had the living room sling to ourselves and we ended up playing non-stop for four hours. A teeny bit of partying helped our stamina but I’m not sure it was even necessary. We were very compatible.
We ended up going to a free seminar for hypnosis fetishists at The Center later that morning. We made out on the corner of 14th St and 7th Avenue before I got on the subway. It was a fun day.
We’ve played at least once a month, usually more, since then. I either take the train to his place in N. Jersey or he drives down here. He has quite a bit more experience at kink than I have. (That’s him in the vacuum rack in the picture, dick soft with PA.) Still, we both think it’s worth the trip.
He came over last week. He brought a tray of 9 danish! He usually brings some snacks because he is diabetic and unplugs his insulin pump when we play. But 9 danish! He left me 7 of them! Just what I need. Thanks.
His chest was shaved! I wasn’t real happy about that but it will grow back. He said his chest had never been shaved before and when a guy he was playing with suggested it, he said to go ahead.
We spent about an hour chatting while he made sure he was nice and clean and we got started. We made out some. That gets me hard since he’s so good at it. He’s also a great cocksucker but he doesn’t seem to like doing that very much, dammit. So we got right down to fucking.
I like fucking him on his back because I want to look at his handsome face. He looks right into my eyes and rubs his head and face with his hands when he’s enjoying it. He rubbed his head a lot that night and I fucked him for a long time. Finally he reached up and started playing with my nipples. That did it. I shot into his ass and kept fucking to make sure I didn’t waste any. We rested a few minutes.
One of the things that I like best about playing with Norman is that he doesn’t have a goal as many fisters do. He’s into deep fisting but we never discuss how deep i get. It’s all about pleasure. Oh, and he’s 100% bottom.
He got on his hands and knees and I grabbed the Crisco© and Elbow Grease©. My hand slides into him really easily without his hole feeling loose. It’s really satisfying and comfortable, like is ass is pulling me in. I spent some time using both hands and trying to stretch him but I couldn’t put off getting deep inside him for very long.
I removed my right hand and turned my left had palm-up, then I slowly slid in as far as I could, almost to the elbow. I eased around his tailbone and got my knuckles past his second ring. I stayed there for a few seconds and applied some more lube to my arm. I pushed to get farther inside. He moaned into the pillow and his body started to vibrate. That’s when I know he’s really enjoying it. He says it’s a full-body orgasm. I think I’m jealous of them because everyone I know who has them is a fisting bottom so I don’t see having them my future.
I made a fist inside him and punch fucked his hole without completely pulling out. I held my fist right at his sphincter and rotated it back and forth quickly, making him start to shake again. He gets into a zone and starts to call me “SIR” when he gets that excited. It makes me hard.
Without pausing, I moved to his side a little so I could rest my right arm on the small of his back. Then I pushed as deeply into him as i could and pulled almost all the way out…over and over again. He was vibrating and mumbling and moaning into the pillow, finally saying, “Back out please, Sir.” I did, gently pulling my hand all the way out.
He stayed on his hands and knees while I wiped the lube off his ass and balls. I told him he could relax for a while. We stayed on the bed for a while, talking a little. After a while he played with my dick until it got hard again. I fucked him sideways on the bed before we started fisting again. Two more sessions and I told him he could ejaculate. After four hours we were done for the night.
I’m listening to Oink, Oink Mambo by Chuy Reyes & His Orchestra from “Ultra-Lounge - Mambo Fever.”
February 17, 2007
From today’s New York Times. According to this, he’s still there!
I’m listening to Under The Ice from “Nazz Nazz” by The Nazz.
Caught in the act
I though I looked nice tonight so I tried to snap a picture of myself in the mirror of the men’s room at the William Way Center. Of course, someone walked in just as I was hitting the button. I was humiliated. And I looked like my head was spinning off into the stratosphere in the picture. I took this marginally more flattering shot after I got home.
I’m listening to All This Paradise from “Fraser & Debolt with Ian Guenther” by Fraser & Debolt. Fraser & Debolt do not have a Wikipedia page. I’m shocked.
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February 16, 2007
As regular readers know, I spend a stupidly large part of each day in chat rooms. OK, I take that back. I spend a large part of my day in chat rooms. It would be stupid if I chatted all the time which I don’t. I’m always signed on to chat. as well as Manhunt, DaddyHunt, etc., hoping someone from Titan Men or Hot House or something will send me a private message begging me to fuck them—or at least someone interesting from out-of-town will invite me to their hotel room. Actual chatting is secondary.
Anyway, I use my laptop for chat. It’s over to the side of the “big” computer and I glance at it every few minutes to see if I’ve gotten any messages or anyone has said anything worth paying attention to. Usually not. Still, I’ve gotten more involved in the day-to-day lives of local chatters than I wish I had. I like a few of them very much. Almost all of them have issues. Most of them are completely average/forgettable. Some I severely dislike. Some are pretty much objectively hateful. Just like people in the “real” world.
Last night my respect for someone I generally like, but who has some issues, took quite a beating. His efforts to impress an annoying geek at my expense were maddening. Why, you ask, even bother having an emotional reaction to the behavior of people I’ve never met? Good question. I wish I had a good answer.
I was going to fill this post with a play-by-play of the night’s drama but there’s no point. What’s relevant is that Chatter A, who I like, was trying to impress Chatter B, who I can’t stand. It was so important to him to make points with this guy that it was necessary for him to completely trash something that I was talking about and believed. Then he laughed about it. It was infuriating and insulting.
There are a couple of people in this particular chat room who I’ve met in person (not for sex, believe it or not). I’ve spent a good amount of time with them and I like them quite a bit. I’m going to the opera with one if them tonight! I generally respect their opinions even if we don’t always see eye-to-eye. Two of them were in the chat at the time but only one was paying attention. It was gratifying to find out that he agreed with my assessment of the situation as it was happening. He’s met Chatter B in person. He reinforced the impression I had from my online encounters with him, that he tries to appear “cerebral,” an act that gets tired pretty fast. I got tired of it within seconds of encountering him online a year and a half ago. He struck me as incredibly smug, possibly my least favorite attitude. It’s sad to me that someone I like—even in the cyber world—would fall for it. I guess I just don’t use enough dated science fiction references in my conversation. (Wow! After I typed that sentence he wrote “He’s dead, Jim” into the chat! I wasn’t going to use it because it was too cheap a shot, but…)
I am so tired of people who feel like they have something to prove.
I know, poor me. Get a life.
I’m listening to I Haven’t Heard a Word I’ve Said from “Aw C’mon” by Lambchop.
February 15, 2007
Breakfast at Typhaney’s
Phillyist Posted this pic because it said “George Bush is stupid" in the center of the picture. I think they missed the best part.
I’m listening to The Kid With The Replaceable Head by Richard Hell & The Voidoids from “Spurts: The Richard Hell Story.”
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February 14, 2007
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I’m listening to Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn't've)? from “Love Bites” by Buzzcocks.
February 10, 2007
Profile pic of the week, part 3
Enticing, no? I LOVE electric potpourri pots!
I’m listening to Plastic Fantastic Lover from “Bless Its Pointed Little Head” by Jefferson Airplane.
February 8, 2007
Bitter and retarted
Thanks, HX, for proving Jay’s point.
Grammar and Punctuation:
You misspell his name, McCarroll.
You misspell “retarded.”
You use “calling” instead of the correctly tensed “called.”
You use “he’s” instead of the correct “he.”
You resort to the most overused and clichéd gay epithet ever, “bitter,” showing a complete lack of imagination. (It’s as meaningless as “awesome” at this point.)
You engage in exactly the behavior you accuse him of exhibiting.
Fat jokes? Please.
All this in one paragraph! Turn on your spelling checker! “Retarted” isn’t the only non-word in this week’s issue. It’s embarrassing.
I’m listening to You Look Great When I’m High from “And This Is Our Music” by The Brian Jonestown Massacre.
February 7, 2007
Profile pic of the week, part 2
I bet I know who the empty stocking belongs to! Is that a framed portrait of Woody Woodpecker or Yosemite Sam over his shoulder? That almost saves him.
I’m listening to Carnival of Life from “Enchanted” by Marc Almond.
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Man of the week
I’m listening to Attack El Robot! Attack! from “Feast of Wire” by Calexico.
February 6, 2007
Once again, I finally got together with someone I’ve been chatting with for over a year. Every once in a while I’d remind him of my interest and he’d always say he was interested, too, but nothing ever happened. Then a couple of Fridays ago he said he would be in Philly the next afternoon. We talked on the phone that night to firm it up and he called again before he left on Saturday. He asked me if I minded if he already had a load in him. Did I mind? That’s rich.
His pics were great, very masculine. He recently posted some newer ones that I don’t like quite as much even though they are more explicit. He still looks good in them, just not as individual.
I met him on the porch and we came right upstairs to my room. (I have housemates here and they are, more or less, strangers so starting in the living room isn’t really a viable option.) He looked just fine, more like the newer pictures.
He said he didn’t have a lot of time and started undressing immediately. As he bent over to take off his pants and shoes I saw his muscular, hairy legs. When he removed his shirt he revealed a beautiful thickly furry chest, something the pictures don’t show very well. Very nice.
He got on his knees and put my soft dick in his mouth even before I had my shirt off. He got me hard quickly and started massaging my balls. He was an impressively good cocksucker. The best I’ve had since I was in Atlanta in October. He said he was having a hard time because of my PA but I sure couldn’t tell. I offered to remove it but he said not to bother because it would feel good in his ass. I would love to have felt his warm mouth for a lot longer but he had other things on his mind.
He stood up and stroked me a few times. “Do you mind doing me doggy?” Hell, no! I don’t mind at all. He got up on the bed and positioned his nicely hairy hole at the perfect height for me. He asked me to take it easy going in. I lubed myself up and put some on my fingers. I got one finger in easily but two was a tight fit. He took a hit of poppers. I put the PA in first to make it easier for him and I slowly eased my dick inside him until he started pushing back on it. Then I knew he was ready.
I put one foot up on the bed in front of his thigh to stop him from sliding away and I began pounding his hole hard. He turned his head around and said, “Is that what you like?” I grunted in the affirmative. I could smell the cum in his ass. It was intoxicating.
I like to pump fuck for a while and then hold the head of my dick right at a man’s hole so I can feel the hair and the pressure on the most sensitive part of my cock then push deep inside. His hole felt fucking great. When I paused there, he asked me if something was wrong which told me instantly what he liked. No problem. I started pounding him again with my arms folded behind my head. Then I grabbed his hips so I could pull completely out and plunge all the way inside again. I could feel the PA bumping against his hole with every stroke. He was groaning.
I heard someone walk past the door on their way to the third floor.
I felt like I could shoot but wanted to keep fucking him for a while. I asked if he wanted me to cum quickly. He let me know it didn’t matter. I began plowing his ass even harder and his torso slammed down flat onto the bed. My body followed him without missing a stroke. I kept fucking while I shot inside him and for a few minutes after. After I pulled out I grabbed some of my load on a finger and gave it to him to taste.
He asked for a towel so he “didn’t go sliding across the car seat on the way home.” He got dressed as quickly as he had gotten undressed. “I guess I’ll find out later if you’re a big cummer or not.” Then he was gone.
It occurred to me afterward that there had been no touching of any other kind. No kissing, nipple-play, nothing. My dick touched his mouth and ass, he fondled my balls and I held onto his hips while I fucked him. I’m not even sure if we shook hands.
Later, as I was going downstairs to fix my dinner, I passed the woman who lives upstairs and she gave me a sly smile.
I’m listening to The Best Is Yet to Come from “The Very Good Years” by Frank Sinatra.
I’m a bitch
For some reason I got USPS mail today asking me to advertise in EXP magazine, a local gay rag out of Rehoboth DE. (Advertise what?) They got my first name and my former address right,* but the website, while appropriate, is just plain wrong. Is it some elaborate insult? If so, it’s pretty funny. (Thanks!) Or is it just some miscommunication? Who knows.
*No, this is not the actual address. Yes, I Photoshopped it.
I’m listening to Grumpus from “Nixon” by Lambchop.
February 5, 2007
Squatter Days is a terrific documentary about Philly squatters which lets them speak for themselves. While it’s sympathetic to the squatters, it allows viewers to think for themselves as well. It’s well worth a mere 26 minutes of your time.
Thanks to Kyle Cassidy on the UC listserv for pointing this out.
I’m listening to Waiting for the Moving Van from “American Gothic” by David Ackles.
February 4, 2007
More skin from the Tattoo Convention.
I’m listening to Justify My Thug from “The Grey Album” by Jay-Z + DJ Danger Mouse.
From the Los Angeles Times, further evidence—as if any more is necessary—that the Bear subculture has been completely subsumed by the Girth and Mirth crowd. What a shame.
Lawrence Mass, a founder of New York’s Gay Men's Health Crisis, has focused on the special problems facing bears (sleep apnea is, for example, a common ailment).And this:
For aficionados of the bear physique, the ideal male body is that of Tony Soprano (especially in the show’s recent seasons, when the mob boss puts on weight).
I’m listening to On the Couch from “Musicology” by Prince.
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From the Tattoo Convention, one of hundreds of hot men. (I lost the AC adaptor for my regular camera, so the phone cam will have to do for a while.)
I am listening to Where's My Snake? from “The Best of Bow Wow Wow” by Bow Wow Wow.
In the SEPTA/PATCO elevator at 15th and Locust Sts. I couldn’t see or smell it as I was entering the booth and by the time the door closed the stench was overwhelming. It’s the slowest moving elevator in the world, too.
I am listening to The Vivian Girls from “Chewing Hides The Sound” by Snakefinger.
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February 2, 2007
Profile pic of the week
And this is only the sofa. There’s much more!
I am listening to Christmas in Las Vegas from “'Tis the Season for...” by Los Straitjackets.
And the Philadelphia Custom Motorcycle Show thrown in for FREE!
I’m listening to Walking On Thin Ice [Pet Shop Boys Extended Dance Mix] from “Walking On Thin Ice” by Yoko Ono.
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Pierre nails it
I am listening to Say hello, Wave Goodbye from “Memorabilia - The Singles” by Soft Cell.
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February 1, 2007
It’s OK to look…
…LIKE A MANNEQUIN!
I am listening to Snagglepuss from “Naked City” by John Zorn/Naked City.