July 31, 2008
Profile of the week
Could this gay.com queen have any more more rules??
More about me:
This isn't short, but I'm going to make it honest, straight to the point, and simple. I'm a single parent of a 7 year old son, who always comes first no matter what. I was raised by a traditional family, and therefore was brought up to be what a man is, in the traditional sense, not the way society today views men should be, and I raise my son the same. I am sure many of you may have a problem with this, those who do please always remember two things. I'm not here for you, and if you don't have my heart, then your opinions of me, mean nothing to me, so please don't waste your time trying to feed me your stupidity... I'm a Christian, yes do believe in god, and no god doesn't hate me, nor will punish me. I'm also a Conservative, and no I'm not ashamed of who I am, or what I like. No I'm not racist, nor do I hate myself. For those who feel the need to be ignorant enough , to try to tell me, about me, when you don't even know me, maybe its you who has problems with yourself. I like having fun with my friends, and enjoy life as much as I can, since tomorrow is never promised, I thank god everyday me, and the people I care for, are given another day. No I'm not uptight, nor do I take myself too seriously, I like seeing people around me happy, and laughing, and I like being that way myself. I don't go to gay functions, I'm not into the gay world, gay pride, gay community, gay anything, doesn't mean anything to me, and I'm sorry but there is way too much in the gay world, that greatly conflicts with everything I stand for. I'm also not into separating myself, to be apart of a community, or world, I do not relate to, loving another man is not enough, men in ancient times, had male lovers, and there was no such thing as "gay" anything, just two men sharing love for each other. I'm just a regular guy, who likes doing guy things, who just happens to be capable of loving another man. As far as what I look for in a guy. Honesty, loyalty, trust, strength, courage, hard working, caring, loving, and humility. Most of all he's got to be able of loving, and protecting my son just as much as I do. I am very goal oriented and focused on achieving my goals. I work as hard as I can, and push myself to achieve my goals. I was always taught that the harder you work at something, and the more you put into it, the more you get out of it. I'm big into fitness as well. I have an amazing family that mean the world to me, and I have a great group of friends that I would do anything for. I'm very thankful for having these people in my life. I'm not the type who is all about looks, and not into mine (wouldn't do my sport if I were). If you're looking for sex, don't bother me. If you're looking for a "big strong man" to take care of you, and for you to be submissive to, you're not the guy for me, I don't find those qualities attractive in a man. If you're an atheist, and or way left out there, You're not the guy for me, I do not believe in "opposites attract", I am open minded, and love diversity, but I do not, and will not accept everything into my life/home, especially if it conflicts with my beliefs. If you're into useless vapid stuff, and love being around/in the gay world, behaving like a silly spoiled woman, or behave like a woman in general, you are free to do so, and I'm sure some guy may be into that, just not this one, nor do I want it around me, its not attractive to me. If you're some steroid freak, who does nothing but lift, and measure, don't bother me, I'm a martial artist, and a fighter, I don't respect that kind of cheating, or lack of self control, or disregard for your own health, which is dangerous, and disrespectful, not to mention selfish to, and for those who love you. If you're some guy who just wants to fight me, maybe because you get off on it, I don't know, nor do I care, don't bother me, because I don't get into street fighting, its dumb, and a huge disrespect to my sport, if you want to fight me, join a gym, train, and fight me in the octagon/cage, and be serious about it, fighting doesn't turn me on, if it does for you, that's great, but don't waste my time. Don't talk to me about marrying me, or wanting to take care of my son, the way a female would. If you want to get married to a man one day, that is great, I hope you find the man of your dreams, but I'm not him, marriage between men, to me it is unnatural, and I have to be honest, kind of funny. Please do not chat with me because you are bored, I'm not your entertainment, and do not talk to me for 5 or less minutes, and give me your number, ask for mine, or ask to meet up for coffee. 1, I don't want a bunch of guys calling my phone, or sending me text messages like a school girl, so if you ask for my number, remember you're not the first, second, or third. 2, If we didn't/don't have much in common, and didn't have much to say to each other, why should we waste our time, looking into each other's faces drinking coffee, or hearing each other breathe on the phone? You ask for nude photos, or ask to take any photos of me in a jock, or any "gay themed" situations, and the answer is No, ask again and its ignore. Ask for me to jerk off on cam, flex or wanna hear me masturbate for you, its ignore, I'm not a porn site, and I have a son. It's ok if you have a little fetish, some of you who do, need some serious help, either way keep it to yourself, I don't want to know it. Do not tell me you can help me, because you work for some magazine or have some kind of "connection", and would like to help me with my career, and or ask if I need a sponsor, I don't buy that stuff, and unfortunately many people today, don't do something, because they just honestly want to help someone, expecting nothing in return, I've almost experienced that, so don't be offended if I turn you down, because I don't trust you, and I have 6 older brothers, and friends, who are involved in my sport, and can help me just fine. Don't ask me to train you, I'm not a personal trainer, and I work with people who are absolutely serious about learning how to fight, better themselves in the sport, or need/want help to prepare for a fight, I'm not into playing anyone's fantasy as the trainer you get to mess around/flirt with, and remember you're not the first, second, or third to ask, nor are you more important than the ones before you. Don't ask me what position I like in bed I'm not into anal sex period, its not a turn on for me. Don't ask about the size of my manhood, its not your business, plus you should have some respect, and class to not make either two, be the first things you ask, don't ask me if I escort, I'm not a whore. Don't tell me, you want to give me a massage, I get nice ones, and I'm not into having strangers touching me, and getting off on it. I'm not the type of guy who is impressed by the school you went to, the clothes you wear, the car you drive, your home, or any other materialistic things, that don't matter when you leave the world, its just the heart, spirit, and how that person treats others, and carries himself that I look for. I'm a very humble, and private guy, and I don't like arrogance. Thanks for reading this if you did, I appreciate it, and god bless even if you don't believe.
What a windbag. As MrClean says, “If I have to scroll down to finish reading about U....U have clearly written too much about Urself...Nobody likes a Chatty Kathy.”
I’m listening to “Superbee” from Mostly Ape by Drums & Tuba.
July 29, 2008
Lightning must have struck this tree in Schuylkill River Park (aka Judy Garland Park) during our wild storms on Sunday. I shot this today on my way to meet an out-of-towner at the Best Western at 22nd & Spring Garden Sts.
I’m listening to “Cabin 10” from Psycho by Bernard Herrmann.
July 27, 2008
The gay Eiffel Tower
I’m listening to “Start of My Heart” from To Survive by Joan As Police Woman.
July 26, 2008
Sunday at the Adonis, Pt. 2
I went upstairs, again thinking I'd take a break for a while. That guy from the Bike Stop was still in the same place doing the same thing. I sat and watched for a little while, stroking. Then I got up and touched his chest again. Just like before, he dropped his hands to his sides and let his hard cock bounce free. Once again I got on my knees and took his beautiful cock in my mouth. I moved my hands up and down his lean, muscular thighs. I was hoping he was looking at the TV as if I wasn’t there so I didn’t look up, not wanting to ruin my fantasy. After I started working on the head, he began moaning. I moved my hands up inside his shorts and boxers and cradled his balls. He grabbed my head and began to fuck my throat. I opened up waiting for his load. He barely made a sound as his cock began to spasm and he shot his load into me. It’s been a while since I swallowed a load and it felt great. I got up and walked away without a word.
I went down to the basement again. In the dark room the man with the really hairy chest was getting a very enthusiastic blow job. I stood next to him and he began playing with my nipples. I got as close as I could, considering there was someone on his knees in front of hum, and played with his too. The guy eventually stood up and left and I got directly in front of the hairy guy. He really wanted to get himself off. When I pinched his nipples hard he’d say “Yeah, that’s it” and moan loudly as he stroked himself furiously. When he shot I took some of it in my hand and licked my fingers clean.
It was getting more crowded and people were starting to annoy me so it was time for me to get off and leave. I went back to the gloryhole and that same goateed face was there. I put my cock right into his mouth. He could sense that I was ready to shoot and he took it easy for a while. Seems to me he was much more into sucking dick and giving pleasure than he was into swallowing cum. Fine with me. I wanted to shoot but I wasn’t in any hurry. I did finally shoot, though. My cock stays hard for a long time after I ejaculate and he kept it in his mouth as long as he could. I saw that there were some guys behind me so I moved away and let someone else take advantage of this great cocksucker.
I took one last walk around the place to make sure I hadn't missed anything I really wanted and left. I got on my bike, rode home and went right to sleep.
July 25, 2008
I’m listening to “Hit It And Quit It” from Maggot Brain by Funkadelic.
July 23, 2008
Sunday at the Adonis, Pt. I
I needed to unwind from a busy weekend so I made a rare Sunday night visit to the Adonis. (I had bicycled to the Mann Music Center to hear the Philadelphia Orchestra on Friday night and wandered around Longwood Gardens with some buddies from the chat room on Saturday evening for the Fireworks and Fountains show.) I wasn’t expecting much since, in my experience, Sundays have been kinda dead there. I have been been surprised at the increase in the Friday and Saturday night crowds there lately, so I went, hoping their born-again popularity, for which I feel at least a little responsible, was spilling over into other nights. It was but not much.
There were only about three men upstairs so I headed straight to the basement. The same guy has been sleeping on the bench at the bottom of the stairs the last three times i’ve been there. I wonder if he just goes there to sleep.
The back section seemed empty at first but I couldn’t see all the way through the darkest room so I knew there was a bit of a crowd in there. It wasn’t as crowded as it can sometimes be, but it was good enough. I stood against a wall until I got hard then I moved into the center of the room.
Someone’s hand immediately found my cock. He was bent over, already being fucked. He pulled me towards him with his other hand and turned his head so he could suck me. Some guy on my left pulled up my shirt and began working my nipples and I returned the favor. He had a thickly hairy, muscular chest. I held onto the bottom’s head because I didn’t want to shoot as soon as i got there. After the guy shot his load he stood up and I saw that he had a really handsome face with a close-cropped black beard and hair. I only saw him for a second, though, because he immediately turned around, bent over, grabbed my dick and shoved it into his hole. I fucked him for a really long time. He was intensely into it. I ended up backed against a wall with him grinding into me. The whole time, the hairy-chested guy had his fingers on my nipples. When I was ready to shoot, I grabbed the back of his tank top and pulled him tight against me as I unloaded. He stood up and kept my still hard dick inside him while he got himself off. Then he bent over again and pulled up his pants. I got another short glimpse of his face before he disappeared. I wanted to get a better look at him later but he was just gone. I guess he got what he wanted and went home.
I went upstairs to sit down for a while and recharge. There was a guy in the TV room who I had made my eyes bug out at the Bike Stop the week before. Obviously, I found him incredibly hot. At the Adonis he has wearing a white t-shirt, beat-up khaki shorts and new sneakers. He had a dark beard, a tight body and lean muscular legs. He stood, leaning against a wall, watching the movie, stroking. HIs hips would move forward accasionally. Everyone was looking at him. I got hard again right away. I walked over and touched his chest. He took his hand off of his long, fat cock and let it bounce by itself. I got right down on my knees and went to work. I took it to the balls in deep strokes, keeping my hands in my pockets. When he began to moan, I ran my hands up and down his legs and teased his balls through his loose pants. I was hard as a rock but I didn't want to stroke myself. I was enjoying sucking his dick and I didn’t want to be distracted. I had to finally give it a break for a bit, though, so I stood up and said, “Thanks.” I didn’t get the slightest glimmer of recognition from him. It was like I wasn’t even there. It really turned me on.
I went back downstairs and a handsome black man with a salt-and-pepper goatee beckoned me into a cubbyhole. He said “Can you stick around for a while and let me suck your dick?” Sure! So he deep throated me between long hits of poppers. His goatee felt good on my balls. I wanted really badly to shoot into his throat but I held back. I wanted to hang around a bit longer. He eventually stood up, thanked me and left. I stood in the booth alone for a while.
After a couple of minutes a goateed mouth appeared at the gloryhole. I put my dick into it. this guy, whoever he might have been, was an amazing blow job. I couldn’t even tell what he was doing some of the time but it felt incredible, so wet and warm. He was an expert edger,too, and had me moaning loudly. Then he just stopped. It took an incredible amount of self-control to not grab my dick and finish myself off but I managed to keep my hands away from my dick once again.
There’s a kind of bearish black guy with a scruffy beard who wears oversized clothes and who I see there a lot. He’s not what I generally go for but I warmed up to him after a while. He often watched me fuck guys and talked dirty into my ear about how he wished it was him. It was typical HIV fetish behavior. I'm not usually into dirty talk but sometimes it works for me and with him it definitely did. There was never any real physical contact between us. Well, something seems to have changed. As soon as he saw me, he took my cock in his hand and started lubing it up. He dropped his pants and backed onto my dick. He moved back and forth three or four times and then pulled away. He started stroking me again. Then he did the almost-fucking thing again. I kinda got the creeps. I figured he’s not HIV+ and he’s taking his fetish a little farther than I’m comfortable with. I completely “get” the HIV fetish with poz and neg guys but I have my limits. I told him I needed to stop and I moved on.
There’s much more—amazing for a Sunday night—but I have to get some sleep now.
To be continued.
I’m listening to “Miss Chatelaine” from Ingenue by k.d. lang.
July 16, 2008
Word on the Street
My friend Gabe sent me this photo he took on the street in San Francisco. I can only say I agree!
I’m listening to “Search” from Post Mersh Vol 1: The Punch Line by The Minutemen.
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July 14, 2008
The Next Food Network Stars
I can say with near certainty that these pictures weren’t originally meant to be funny.
I’m listening to “Trouble Every Day” from Freak Out! by The Mothers of Invention.
July 12, 2008
Catching up on the news
I’m listening to “Macbeth II” from The Whitey Album by Ciccone Youth.
July 7, 2008
I attended the Mid-Atlantic LeatherSIR/leatherboy contest at the Bike Stop on Saturday night because a friend of mine was competing and I wanted to support him. I got there at 6 PM since the schedule said the contest would go from 6-9. By 6:30 nothing had happened and someone said it would be at least another hour before anything did happen. Figuring they’d start even later than that, I bicycled home again, planning on getting back to the bar around 8 which I did.
As I walked up to the building again, a bunch of the leather guys—probably the ones who smoke—were exiting. It was the intermission and I had missed the actual competition! Damn.
I went up to the third floor and hung out for a while. I didn’t really know anyone there so I just drank my water and stared out into the air. (Contest producer Justin did a nice job on the place, by the way.) International Mr. Leather 2008, Gary Iriza was there. He was chatting with a woman who was curious about the IML protocol. He explained how the local contests fed the yearly International Mr. Leather contest on Memorial Day Weekend in Chicago. She listened intently and didn’t laugh when he said completely seriously, ”So my title is the equivalent of Miss Universe." I am not kidding you.
Then a hugely tall guy who had rudely stood directly in front of me, blocking my view a few minutes earlier took the stage. It was Oliver Pratt (above), International LeatherSIR 2007. He began ranting about how some nameless people were trying to take away his rights as a “kinky adult” and said he longed for a world in which legislators had nothing to do with people’s rights. Really. He proclaimed that the members of the gay community had to “stop fighting with each other.” Then, with absolutely no irony, he very loudly berated the audience for not paying closer attention to him. “This is too important for you to be chattering though!” He yelled at us as if we were misbehaving third graders. Even though I wasn’t talking through his speech, I wished I had been. I took the hint; I said “OK, bye” in a very loud voice, waved and left the room.
Now I’ve been going to leather contests for a long time, though it’s been a few years since the last one I attended. There is always someone who gives the standard speech concerning prejudice against “leathersex” and “leatherfolk.” You know what? I just don’t believe it anymore. I’m inclined to agree with Bill Maher who thinks it’s all about a couple of weirdos who want to wear assless chaps to church without being snickered at. The Folsom Street Fair is the second best attended annual event in the State of Califonia, for chrissake! Do you want to attend the 25th Folsom Street Fair Formal Leather Gala? (Yes, you read that correctly: Formal Leather Gala.) Well, it’s only $200.00—or $300.00 for a VIP ticket with “Preferred Seating!” In my experience, when there’s money to be made, prejudice simply melts away.
Anyways, a friend outside the bar who was familiar with Mr. Pratt said to me, “Oh, he’s crazy,” and convinced me to go back upstairs for a while. I got there in time to see someone dressed as a nun with white Crocs filling time with joke-like banter while the votes were counted. When the winners were announced I nearly got trampled by photographers.
Then I went to the fireworks. It rained.
I’m listening to “The Scary Caroler” from The Decline of Country and Western Civilization, Pt. 2 by Lambchop.
July 6, 2008
Madonna and Child Molester
I found this sticker on a utility pole in Center City.
I’m listening to “Over The Line” from Tweekend by The Crystal Method.