March 31, 2007
I’m listening to “Bring the Noise” from It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back by Public Enemy.
March 30, 2007
I’m listening to “Hou Mamma mia” from 10 Remixes by Les Negresses Vertes.
March 28, 2007
Icons in decline
Today at Broad and Locust Sts. and 21st and Chestnut Sts., respectively.
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March 27, 2007
I’m listening to “Hand Jive” by Hive from Requiem For A Dream (Remixed).
March 26, 2007
Could this be any worse?
I’m listening to “Walking On Thin Ice [Rui Da Silva's Kismet Mix]” from Walking On Thin Ice by Yoko Ono.
I’m listening to “The Old Fat Robin (Alternate Version)” from The Decline of Country and Western Civilization, Pt. 2 by Lambchop.
Ray’s memorial was kind of uncomfortable for me. I think it’s still too soon after his suicide for some of us, including myself, to really come to grips with it.
Still, funerals and the like are the best places to run into people I haven’t seen in years. (There’s a great Lyle Lovett Song about just that.) Here are three of my oldest and best friends. (l-r) Sky, who I see fairly often, looking at me like I’m a Martian; Joe, who I saw maybe two years ago after about ten years and not since; (with Ray we were the four members of Size Queen) and Jimi (Helen Back), one of the best performers ever and a good and loyal friend who served me my last drink ever when he tended bar at Doobies. If you ever get the chance to see Helen Back & the Str8 Razors or Sky’s band King of Siam, DO NOT miss them.
I know the other two guys but god only knows from where. And Hi Zoe! I certainly didn’t forget seeing you either. And I’m considering your offer.
I’m listening to “Love Island” from You've Come A Long Way, Baby by Fatboy Slim.
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I’m listening to “Alley-gator” from Mescalero by ZZ Top.
March 25, 2007
New in the Gayborhood
I’m listening to “Letters Don't Count” from Nazz Nazz by The Nazz.
March 22, 2007
Man of the week
The week’s nearly over and I apologize for not posting more of steelGUY sooner.
I’m listening to “No Trespassing” from Walk Don't Run by The Ventures.
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Dollar Store Living
Thanks to my good friend RAMMER009 for this thoughtful gift!
I’m listening to “Undertow” from Only Life by The Feelies.
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March 20, 2007
These two guys are freelance escorts who regularly troll the gay.com Philadelphia Citywide chat room for customers. Their picture is priceless. I really hope that’s their mom.
I’m listening to “Kiss of Death” from Substance by New Order.
Ray Doskus (1962 - 2007)
Friday March 23rd, 2007, 10:00AM
Morning Glory Diner
735 S. 10th St.
I barely know what to say. Sky called this afternoon to tell me about the memorial. I had no idea Ray was dead. Sky said he shot himself last Wednesday.
Ray, Joe and I were very close friends 19-20 years ago when we all got sober in AA at around the same time. Eventually we started a band with Sky called Size Queen. I quit the band and lost touch with all of them. Still, after 12 years, I loved them all as if I had been seeing them everyday.
I saw Ray in January at Michael McGowan’s memorial at the Ethical Society. I was so genuinely happy to see him that I actually cried. We talked a while about nothing at all. And that was that.
Photo by Zoe Strauss.
March 19, 2007
I went to the Sansom St. Gym the second Saturday they were open and there were about twice as many men as the first weekend. Last Saturday, the third weekend, the numbers about doubled again, as did the quality of the men. They advertised for the first time this past Friday in the Philadelphia Gay News, so things are looking up.
I arrived at 10:30PM Saturday night. I asked for a particular room, next to the porn lounges, that I knew was just a bit larger than the others and, luckily, it was available. I posted a picture here. It’s huge by bathhouse standards. The TV is just visible in the upper right. It had an electrical outlet, too, but, unfortunately, there is no WiFi yet and no open network to leech from. I brought a couple of porn films to pop into the PowerBook so I didn’t have to depend on the twink extravaganza they were showing to get me hard. The walls of the rooms in this section are black which is better than the white they use in the rest of the place.
I have to talk about the music. I’ve been to this place three times now. Apparently they only have one CD! It’s a good one if you like techno remixes but it really gets tiresome after seven hours. Most places I’ve been to lately have Sirius which I think works well in a bathhouse. Most of the time I tune the music out when I’m having sex because it distracts me but if I hear David Bowie singing China Girl with samples from Mommie Dearest one more fucking time, I’m gonna start shooting. No jury will convict me. “Three hundred dollar dress!!” “Three hundred dollar dress!!” “Three hundred dollar dress!!”…
(I remember an exceptional night upstairs at The Phoenix. I was fucking a guy and holding on to something above my head with both hands. His boyfriend was kissing me and talking filth and there were guys on my pits and nipples. The DJ was playing a remix of Crystal by New Order that I hadn’t heard yet. I swear the looped vocal, "Keep it comin’, Keep it comin’, Keep it comin’…” went on for half an hour. It was heavenly and, in this case, really enhanced the sex. I go back there every time I listen to the song. The smell of Tide gives me a woody, too, but that’s a story for another day.)
I had to take a shower as soon as I got there because I stank to high heaven—even too much for me to tolerate. I brought my own soap but they now put a teeny bar of soap on the towel next to the condom. Shower curtains have been installed but not in the stall with the shower shot.
On my way back to my room I walked through one of the video lounges and passed a really hairy older guy with a beard. We had played the week before. He is not the most attractive man but a great cocksucker and kisser. He proved the first to me last week and much more followed. He groped me as I walked by and I stopped, dropping my towel on one of the platforms. He stroked my dick and his mouth got started on one of my nipples. He remembered exactly what I liked. I suggested that we go to my room where I would be more comfortable. I’ll put up with a certain amount of discomfort if there’s an audience but the lounge was empty. Back in my room I reclined on my back and he got right between my legs and started sucking. He even remembered to lick my balls while he stroked me. Nice. I knew that having an orgasm tonight was going to be a bit of a struggle and I didn't want to waste one this early so, after about a half hour, I told him I needed to take a break. He moved up to give me a kiss and said, “I want to get some more of this later,” and gave me a peck on the pecker.
He shut the door behind him. I watched porn for a while and ate the glazed Wawa donut I brought with me. Then I went upstairs to watch HBO for a while. They were showing Return of the Jedi but I couldn’t pay attention to it. Sitting in one of the wing back chairs
was one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen. He was an incredibly muscular, handsome, hairy-chested, black man with a full beard, wearing only a wool cap and a towel. One hand rested on his dick through the towel and the other teased his nipple. He knew I was looking at him and I could tell it got him off. A skinny white guy came up and half knelt beside his chair, talking. All I could catch was someone saying “Harrison Ford.” I thought they were friends until I noticed the white guy touching the other one’s nipple and the black man brushing it off, several times in a row. Then the white guy left and I never saw him again. The black man stood up and walked past me, out of the room, giving me a glance as he passed. I waited a nanosecond or two so I wouldn’t seem too eager and headed towards the stairs. I passed him at the doorway and said, “You are one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen.” He smiled and moved out of my way. Then he began doing some stretching for my benefit which made me feel a little woozy so I went back to my room, grabbing a cup of coffee on the way.
I finished the coffee and made another circuit of the place. I passed a black guy lying face down on his bed with a pillow propping up his beautiful ass. I took a quick look around the room and saw there was no lube. I went to my cubicle and grabbed mine. I squeezed some onto my fingers and felt in the crack for his hole. He said, “Close the door,” without turning around. I did. Then I climbed onto the bed and mounted him. “Oooh, easy,” he said as I tried to enter his hole. I slowed down and eased into his hairy hole. Nice and tight. He moved around a lot but it still felt great. He asked me to open the door and, when I pulled out I noticed he wasn’t completely clean. It wasn’t bad at all but I wasn’t going in there again now.
As I passed through the coffee area on my way up to the bathroom I saw the muscular black man sitting at one of the tables. He smiled at me as I passed. I took the world’s fastest shower and went back downstairs. I passed him again, hoping I didn’t act too much like Miss America or anything as I was coming down the stairs, but he didn’t even glance my way. I stood in the door of my room with an erection for a while and he stared and stared. Still nothing. OK. I give up.
While I was standing there a younger bearish guy with a jet-black, perfectly-trimmed short beard checked in two doors down. Very handsome. He smiled and asked me where the bathroom was and I told him. He went into his room, came out in his towel and went upstairs.
I shut my door took a little break before deciding to walk around again. In the lounge there was a group on one of the carpeted platforms. The center of attention was the black man who I fucked earlier. Someone was fingering his hole and he was stoking a third. I knelt over his mouth and he began sucking my dick, and very well. He sat up and reversed his position, pushing his hole against my dick. It went in more easily this time and he was totally clean but I couldn’t get comfortable. He suggested we go to his room. We left the door open.
Finally, some good fucking! I used my legs to spread his apart so I could get in nice and deep. He adjusted himself so he could back onto me, meeting every thrust. Finally I pushed him flat onto the mattress and pounded as hard as I could, as long as I could. I didn’t want to shoot yet and I stopped just in time. When I turned around to leave, I saw there was a a small crowd watching us. Just what I like.
Back in the video lounge the cub to whom I had given bathroom directions was sitting on a bench getting sucked of by the bearded guy who blew me earlier. (Damn, I can’t stand using the word cub but…) I walked up to them and started playing with the cub’s nipples, eventually rubbing his neck and the back of his head. I kissed him. He leaned forward and started sucking the cock of a muscular guy who was standing on top of a platform in front of him. That guy reached down to play with my nipples and kiss me. The cub stood up and started fucking the bearded man. The beaded guy leaned onto me and sucked my dick while the cub pumped his ass. The cub held on with one hand and massaged my nipple with the other, constantly keeping eye contact with me. He stopped fucking and stooped between the other two of us, rubbing his beard on our chests and licking our nipples. He asked me if I wanted to get fucked. I said, “No.” After a few minutes he left. I shot my load into the bearded man’s mouth. I had been erect nearly constantly for four hours and he got a lot of jism.
More coffee and back to my room again. The cub came in, pretending he thought it was just another dark room. We made out a little. Since I had just shot a big load and needed to recharge, I sucked his dick and, at his request, licked his balls. He moaned and talked dirty about bare fucking and what I liked to do and watch while I sucked him and rubbed his hairy belly. I made it clear that I’d like to fuck him and he didn’t object. He really liked it when I licked the crease between his thigh and his balls and when I rubbed my goatee on them. His cock was not so bog but the head fit nicely into my throat without choking me. It was a pleasure to suck. He stopped me before he shot.
Then he asked if I wanted to eat and finger his ass while he fucked a big bear. Of course I did! So we went over to the guy’s room. This isn’t someone I would have played with on my own, good-looking for his type but just too big for me. He asked us to close the door and I did. The cub got on top of him and rubbed his cock in the bear’s crack. As far as I could tell he never actually fucked him. I have to say the cub’s ass was beautiful. It had a nice coating of fine hair with heavier, more wiry hair around the hole. It was beefy, too, though he was far from heavy. I did the best I could with my tongue but I just couldn’t get in very close with him in that position. I had better luck with my fingers. With my finger inside him, he seemed more satisfied that I’d seem him all night. He backed on and off of my hand while he was fucking the bear’s crack, moaning and arching his back with pleasure. I met every thrust with one of my own, eventually getting two fingers inside him. The bear wanted to stop and the cub shot onto his crack. As he dismounted I saw that the bear was someone I know in a more professional capacity. We both smiled.
Busy night, huh?
I went back to my room, this time figuring it was late enough that no one else would be coming in. I was right about that but the cub came back again. I was looking at filthy pictures on my laptop and he commented that we liked the same kind of men. I said I had 22,000 pictures so he’d better make himself comfortable! There was more making out, sucking and nipple play and he paid a lot more attention to my dick. Finally, he shot while I had both of his balls in my mouth. He said he thought that was about it for the night.
Before he left he told me that I had a “beautiful Daddy face” and that I knew how to please. He’s young and I took the compliments as they were intended. I didn’t bother telling him that I could please him in other ways entirely or that he was lucky to find me in such a versatile mood. I let him enjoy his night as a top. He’s really adorable but really needs the practice, too.
He left the room. I went upstairs to the HBO room and got distracted by a Wanda Sykes special. When I went back to my room, his was empty. I made one last stroll through the place and, finding nothing interesting, I got dressed and went home. I had been there for seven hours!
March 18, 2007
From Slate Magazine:
The real Idol wit, of course, is Ryan Seacrest. Who can forget his exchange with Season 5 country-pixie Kellie Pickler, who reappeared on the Idol stage a few weeks back, staggering under the weight of enormously enhanced bosoms.
Seacrest: Have you, um, spent your money on anything since you've left us?
Seacrest: (Pause) Just shoes? (Pause) OK.
That almost makes me want to watch.
I’m listening to “Useless” from The Singles 86-98 by Depeche Mode.
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March 17, 2007
Man of the week
steelGUY from BigMuscle.com. His pics are used all the time by sinister internet “fakes.” Who can blame them? He’s beautiful.
I’m listening to “My Squelchy Life” from My Squelchy Life by Brian Eno.
The gay Eiffel Tower
I took this one myself. That’s sexy Ken Carlucci who I haven’t seen in years.
I’m listening to “Batman” from Naked City by John Zorn/Naked City.
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Invasion of the Teddy Bears continues.
I’m listening to “The Last Dance” from The Very Good Years by Frank Sinatra.
Eunuchs in the breezeway
• Three North Carolina men sentenced for illegal castrationsUnfortunately, there are no photos.
• Men performed 6 castrations in carport(!) converted into an S&M dungeon
• Authorities say the “patients” volunteered for the operations
• The men have already served most of their sentences
I’m listening to “Unmade Bed” from Sonic Nurse by Sonic Youth.
March 14, 2007
From the New York Times:
“They’re taking it seriously,” said the other of the two Republicans who spoke about the White House’s relationship with Mr. Gonzales. “I think Rove and Bolten believe there is the potential for erosion of the president’s credibility on this issue.”
I’m listening to “The Information” from The Information by Beck.
March 11, 2007
The folks in the Graphics Department at the New York Times must have been smoking crack this week. First they published the brilliant and beautifully ambiguous photo of Davy Crockett at half-time, above. That same day they dished up a disturbing and pointless slide show of 17 year-old Harry Potter star Daniel Radcliffe, naked in Equus, to which I'm not even posting a link. (Go find it yourselves, chickenhawks!) Finally, in today’s Magazine, the lovely illustration, on the left, of what looks like Spiderman riding a giant turd, in an article about the brain.
I’m listening to “Like Leila Kahlid Said” from Wilder by The Teardrop Explodes.
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March 10, 2007
No loud music. No alcohol. No smoke. Sounds fun.
I’m listening to “Pá Lante” from Embrace the Chaos by Ozomatli.
From a Yahoo Group I belong to:
Slapstick dude here into comical humiliation Mainly trousers falling down like into the old slapstick movies Into dressing up as a cop and whoosh down they fall blushing while someone laughs at my boxer shorts with hearts or polka dots I always have a fat cigar in my mouth hahah
Pantsing also is a favorite method of trousers humiliation love clever ways to detrouser this big dumb jackass cop a cigar cut my belt as I light up huh unaware I am being stooged or a hook to the seat of pants is fun to
All sorts of pranks are my fetish itching powder in the shorts, glue on a chair to toilet seat pies or eggs in the seat of my trousers exploding cigars whoopee cushions and of course pants dropping
Am only into these scenarios don't message me if you want some daddy to service or worship I am a daddy to stooge... make a clown buffoon out of! Not service not into pies in the face per says sometime but not often… mainly I like being the stooge not really into stooging back
You into it and want a big daddy to stooge instant message me or email me on yahoo messenger into web cam but only if you have web cam and on yahoo
Would be great to meet others into
Also into smoking big cigars the juxtaposition is hilarious 6ft7 34
I’m listening to “Being Sucked In Again” from Chairs Missing by Wire.
March 9, 2007
From today’s New York Times:
“Men in Trees” was not as successful as ABC hoped it would be when the network scheduled it right after “Grey’s Anatomy,” probably because its star, Anne Heche, is miscast as a sympathetic heroine; her knife-blade beauty and pinched persona are better suited to the role of shrill boss or irritating neighbor.
I’m listening to “You Don’t Send Me” from Dear Catastrophe Waitress by Belle & Sebastian.
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March 4, 2007
The new baths
The Sansom Street Gym, 2020 Sansom St., is exactly the kind of bathhouse that Philly needs. It’s clean, spacious, inexpensive and well-equipped and the staff is actually friendly and helpful! Of course they’ve only been open three days. Things could change but I’m optimistic.
I went last night, Saturday, around midnight. They haven’t advertised at all yet, other than the job application flyer at The Adonis, so the place was really empty. I’d say a dozen customers total in the seven hours I was there. I’ve had worse nights in more popular bathhouses, though not on a Saturday night, so it didn't bother me too much.
That’s the entrance in the picture, the right-hand door. It’s frosted glass so no one from outside can see you while you register. The front desk is a low counter on the left with the cash register in plain sight, on top. (This set-up seems really optimistic to me. I bet the staff will be behind Chinese take-out bullet-proof glass before long.) There’s a display case on the right with a good selection lube, a few brands of video-head cleaner, several different kinds of cockrings and some Damron guides. The usual laminated rules and regulations printout is on the wall. It’s the standard stuff, except instead of saying in which areas you must be clothed, it says “clothing is only allowed in the changing area.” That's a refreshing change. At Club Body Center there are men walking the halls fully-clothed all the time which is pretty annoying.
A three-month membership is $20, $9 for a day pass. I forget how much they charge for lockers and rooms are only $23 for twelve hours with in-and-out privileges! A real bargain. There is no Wi-Fi yet but it is on the to-do list which they actually showed me. They seem very proud of the place, as they should be!
The floor inside is a dirt-hiding speckled black linoleum tile. The walls are white, the woodwork and doors blue. The light fixtures are hideous gold Home Depot standard issue. I think some parts of the place are too bright. In fact the overall lighting level could come down a bit on the first floor.
My room was a great size. It could accomodate six guys without a problem. I saw a few rooms that were bigger, too. There was a towel and a condom on the cot but no pillow. By the way, the towel was a normal size, in other words, not so small that anyone with a waist over 29" needs to constantly be holding it up. Every room has a TV playing porn! The entire surface of one of the small walls and part of another was mirrored.
There is no bathroom or water fountain on the first floor, which is where all the rooms are! This is a shocking oversight as well as a pain in the ass. Bring an empty Gatorade bottle or something to piss into.
The halls are maze-like, which is fine, but I couldn’t figure out an efficient way to make a complete circuit. I’m sure that will come to me in time. (Maybe I can Google map it!) There are two large video/group areas adjacent to each other with carpeted platforms and bleachers. Nice. There is an area with tables and chairs, fresh coffee-service coffee, a sink and an empty vending machine which they apologized for several times. When it’s full, it will have snacks and beverages. (Coke ZERO, please!)
Throughout the building are about a dozen eight foot-tall brass palm trees with sharp edges. Weird.
Up some Wide and sturdy metal stairs, on the second floor, there are hundreds of lockers in several rooms; individual showers and two small saunas, wet and dry. One shower has a shower-shot hose attached but no door or shower curtain. (PLEASE, bring your own nozzle!) There are four toilets and one urinal. This is probably all unchanged from the building’s most recent incarnation as the World Gym. Lastly there is a room with some wing back chairs and a TV (which could be bigger) showing HBO.
There seems to be a mezzanine of some sort and at least one more floor but they are not open yet. They will be. The paperwork says "baths and gym," so who knows what will be up there? As far as I’m concerned they can put the gym equipment in eternal storage or sell it on eBay and buy nicer lighting but some guys like it.
Did I have sex? Yes, I did. There were only two guys I had any interest in. One of them obviously did not feel the same about me. I have played with the other guy before and liked him a lot. We hung out in my room, played some and whacked off to porn for a couple of hours. It was fun and more than I expected when I realized how empty the place was.
I left around 7:30 AM. Check-out is so easy it barely exists. I threw my sheet and towel into a basket, my key on the desk and went on my way. There is no tip jar! Yet. On the way out I was visually assaulted by a giant bust (above, left), in an alcove, looking oddly towards the front door.
Aside from the few complaints I’ve already mentioned, I love the place! The only other thing it needs is customers! It’s a really nice facility, so maybe some of the guys who complain about the sleaziness and filth of The Adonis and Club Body Center will come out. I sure hope so.
I’m listening to “The Robots (Die Roboter)” by Bacalao from 8-Bit Operators-Performed On Vintage 8-Bit Video Game Systems.
March 3, 2007
Cheap, selfish and cowardly
I’m listening to “Juggernauts (Live)” from Notekillers (1977-1981) by Notekillers.
…unless you get to see this guy!
He looks kinda homeless in the picture but, trust me, he was adorable. I’m not usually fond of the youngsters but, since facial hair is making a comeback, I’ve been making more exceptions than usual lately.
I’m listening to “Breakdown” from Spiral Scratch by Buzzcocks.
No, it’s a punishment!
I saw this poster in the window of a disability advocate’s office at 7th and Market Sts. If I wasn’t so often personally inconvenienced by SEPTA’s incredible lack of elevators and escalators, I would have told these two jokers to shut up and count their blessing. Still, if they wheeled themselves down the middle of the Schuylkill Expressway in the rain at rush hour They'd get where they're going faster than any SEPTA vehicle will get them there.
I’m listening to “Vibrate” from Want One by Rufus Wainwright.
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March 2, 2007
The gay Eiffel Tower
I’m listening to “Kirkby Workers Dream Fades” from Piano by The Teardrop Explodes.
March 1, 2007
The icing is delicious!
I’m listening to “Natural’s Not In It” from Entertainment by Gang of Four.
I’m listening to “I Am The Fly” from Chairs Missing by Wire.