August 16, 2009

Separated at birth?

Philly’s legendary Wibbage “Good Guy” Hy Lit and a local “Bear looking for love.”

I first posted this five months ago, in the beginning of September. A friend had pointed out to me that this guy looks a lot like a young Hy Lit and I made graphic to empicturalize it. I didn’t mean to insult or offend him. In fact, it was a compliment. Hy Lit was a really handsome man in and for his time, and well-loved.

About a week later I got a nearly unintelligible email from an unidentified person asking me to remove his picture from the top of my web site. The message went on and on about gay.com’s Terms of Service. Since I didn’t get his picture from gay.com, the picture at the top of my web site is a picture of me, and the Hy posting had moved down a few places by then because that’s how blogs work, it took me some time to figure out that it was actually Hy Jr. who was pissed off. I responded via email that I wasn't criticizing him and that no offense was meant. He wasn’t really satisfied with that so I removed the posting entirely. It’s the only posting I’ve ever taken down from The High Strung Loner.

Four months later, on New Years Eve night at the Bike Stop, I happened to be occupying the urinal next to Hy II. He looked at me and said, “You are a small, ridiculous idiot” and with a dramatic flourish he left the bathroom. I laughed out loud and I have proudly been using that phrase as my bio-line on gay.com chat ever since.

Early this morning in chat, five months after I posted that picture, he started again. Three of us tried in vain to convince him of two things: 1. That the original posting, though ambiguous, was a compliment and 2. That once you post your picture publicly to the internet it’s pretty much fair game. We (well, the other two guys, at least) tried to keep it in good humor but it quickly became obvious that it wasn’t going to work.

Getting furious, I said he should be glad I don’t enumerate his repeated racist remarks in the chat room and really embarrassing displays of public drunkenness at the Bike Stop which I haven’t because, until this morning, unbelievably, I still liked him. Then it happened:

delcoguy_: hiv must be a sad lonely existance
Me: i knew that was coming. what a dick
Woof60: you can go there, but it will have no effect.
delcoguy_: and i understand it goes to the brain but really
Me: you think this is making you look better? it's amazing how low gay men will stoop to to be bitchy and that is the lowest. why don’t you go pick on people with cancer?
Woof60: or make fun of a maimed soldier

Anyway, now I don’t give a shit what he thinks and I’m sorry I removed it in the first place. Using HIV as an insult in an argument is nothing less than a sign of self-hatred and homophobia. Coming from a gay man it’s simply grotesque.

I’m listening to “Twist & Crawl” from What Is Beat? by The English Beat.

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July 27, 2009

the most popular boy at the whore houses

From Craig's List Missed Connections:

Bath House Jimmy M. - m4m - Cherry Hill - 27

There is a really hot guy that is poz who forgets to let everyone know he is. Oh and did I mention he is mostly at the bathhouse tweeked out of course, and the guys love it cuz because he is young and attractive (not for long tina will take that soon too) and is a complete pig so will fuck anyone that is willing to give more drugs, old, fat, black white whatever he is the most popular boy at the whore houses. And when I say popular I suppose I am being modest, cuz not only dose he fuck for drugs , after the high is reached, its on, so anyone who is willing gets a go. In fact it is reasonable to say at any 24 hour period for there to be 12-15 men who will get the lovely opprotunity to have sex with Jimmy and test death.

One more thing, his partner in crime boyfriend, Michael (another Petri dish of communicable diseases) participates in this wonderful debatary of Russian roulette. The thing is.... because they don’t tell guys to wrap it up, and in fact discourage it, the victim is mant timmes unaware that he’s playing. But what’s even more awesome, is how they use and manipulate those around them with charm and sex to escape the fact that that these two amazing duo, one being close to 30 and the other over 40 still live with their mom and dad. Thats right folks these amazing men have no responsiblitity at all other than to infect you.

If you see Jimmy (get tested) and or at the very least let him know of a rehab center nearest you. and let his punishment be anyone you know that goes to bathouses a lil too much should be known as a "bathhouse Jimmy"

Oh, come on! Entering a bathhouse without believing that everyone there is already HIV positive and then acting accordingly is almost delusional. To put the responsibility of disclosure completely on the positive person in this setting is unrealistic as well as unreasonable. Wake up! I don‘t know what bone you have to pick with this guy (admit it, we all know there is one!) but postings like these accomplish nothing other than making you look utterly stupid. By the way, the 80’s called; they want their AIDS panic back!

I’m listening to “Stay With Me” from Ladies and Gentlemen, We Are Floating in Space by Spiritualized.

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July 25, 2009

chatlinQ

After nearly a year, someone’s finally made another third-party chat client to access gay.com chat. Since the demise of ChatClient after gay.com’s disastrous redesign last fall, many people have stopped chatting on gay.com altogether. Their new Ajax chat interface, while a huge improvement over their old Java-powered Volano Chat, is still a browser resource hog and leaves a lot to be desired.

chatlinQ is still in beta and missing many features but, for me at least, it’s working beautifully so far. The beta is open to anyone. Right now, chatlinQ is Mac only and it seems like he’s gonna make an iPhone version too!! I really like the Mac-centric bubble-view in the screen-shot above but I’m sure it’s not for everyone. The tradition list-view is available too but, at this time, the formatting isn’t great. Hammering into Room 1 isn’t incorporated yet, either. I’m patient. I’m just relieved and grateful that someone had the time and the dedication to create this. Many people will be very happy.

I’m listening to “Long Tall Texan” from The Road to Ensenada by Lyle Lovett.

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April 25, 2009

Bear Art show

Jim Bloom

Posted via Pixelpipe.

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Hot guy in the news

Romanian Constantin Marius Mituletu in today’s New York Times.

I’m listening to “Miserablism” from Alternative by Pet Shop Boys.

Technorati Tags: immigrant, new york times, romania, spain

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April 24, 2009

Separated at birth?

gayporno000 from the Philadelphia chat room on gay.com and Susan Boyle.

gayporno000’s profile is fascinating:

hi every 1 i am so tired of being cheated on i need a man that will love me forever lol bobby ur not that man i thought u were but u r not gay or bi u r str8 i found that out today y didnt u just say u were str8 instead of hurting me again ima make u feel the pain this time watch so every 1 on here i kno the truth he just told me he was str8 so no body talk to youngbod or youngbob wat ever 1 is his screen name unless u wanna get hurt like i did so plz i need a guy that lives close to me and can kick bobbys ass for me and love me forever i need a man that drivess tooo lol

I’m listening to “It Takes All Kinds” from Bachelor No. 2 by Aimee Mann.

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April 22, 2009

The Exquisite Queer

A few months ago I had my picture taken as part of a project by Dave Kube, a student at Temple’s Tyler School of Art. He explained the project as a sort of “Exquisite Corpse” flip book of gay folks. As usual, I was incredibly uncomfortable getting my picture taken but I got through it. As a kind of payment for being part of the project, he gave his subjects a bunch of photos to take home. Mine were great! I don’t think I’ve ever looked so good. (I say this even though the pictures actually look like me!) Anyways, Dave decided to use this as his thesis project and it's on display for a few days at Temple Gallery. That’s my weird head in the upper right in the postcard above. If you want to see more of Dave’s work, the details are below.

April 22-25, 11:00 - 6:00
Reception: April 24, 6:00 - 8:00
Temple Gallery, Tyler School of Art
Norris and 12th St., Philadelphia, PA 19122

In the meantime Dave received the well-deserved First Prize in the 4th Annual Juried Art Show in March at William Way GLBT Community Center, where he showed two stunning photographs from another project. My old friend, the great Jimi Mooney (aka Helen Back) got 2nd prize for his equally beautiful collages. Look for them both in future gallery shows at Willian Way.

I’m listening to “Le Feel Internacionale” from A Wizard, A True Star by Todd Rundgren.

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First block on Grindr

I took an entire month, which might be a record, but I finally got some abuse on Grindr. All I did was turn down sex with an 18 year-old. They almost never take that very well. (His messages are on the left, mine on the right.) I wish I had thought to grab his picture before I blocked him.

I’m listening to “Carioca”by Esquivel and His Orchestra from The History of Space Age Pop, Vol.3: The Stereo Action Dimension.

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April 16, 2009

Separated at birth?

ZenithX3 from the Philadelphia chat room on gay.com and Bat Boy.

I’m listening to “God (Interlude)” from Speakerboxxx/The Love Below by Outkast.

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April 9, 2009

Blowoff queen

When this guy showed up in the chat room I put him on my gay.com “hot list” because he looked really sexy (with a nice mustache!) in his main picture on gay.com. (Not this one!) It soon became clear that he had an agenda when he almost instantly started mouthing off, out of nowhere, about how “ironic” it is that Madonna is more popular with gay men than Bob Mould is. OK, first of all, there’s nothing ironic about it. Really. Nothing at all. Second, are gay men supposed to flock to Bob Mould simply because he’s a gay man? In my opinion, he hasn’t made a good record since 1985 when Hüsker Dü were still Hardcore and, last time I checked, Bob Mould wasn’t actually popular with anyone. Why pick on gay men for not liking him? No one likes him. Besides, he sings like he’s got a hankie in his throat. When several chatters pointed some of these things out to Mr. Fixit, he retreated, saying, “I’m sorry I brought it up.” I bet.

The butcher-than-thou attitude from these Blowoff queens is really tiresome. Blowoff is probably really fun, and the audience have nice hairy faces and hard muscles, but it’s still just a circuit-style dance party with a couple of famous DJs. They play Madonna and even Britney! Please, get over yourselves. As much as I wish they did, muscles and beards (and Black and Decker cordless drills, for that matter) do not make you masculine.

Then I read his obnoxious, judgmental (I know, pot/kettle) profile, which I’ve posted in edited form below, and saw his other incredibly silly picture, above. I swear, It looks like something from bad calendar from the 80s. (Love the Daisy Dukes, honey!) Totally embarrassed, I removed him from my list immediately. Sadly, he could still see that I had added him in the first place. The limits of technology continue to vex me.

Please note: He’s already won the crunchy race! He says he “was ‘crunchy’ long before you,” so there’s no point even trying. Of course, none of the gay men reading his profile could be nearly as evolved as he is. Please. And don’t forget to “gush” at dinner.

I go to school, I am butch, smart, take care of my body, my mind and my soul....do you?

Carry on a conversation for more than 3 lines. Challenge my mind, not my dick. Do not pretend to want to get to know me if you dont read anything on my profile. You will add illiterate to other derogatory words. If all you want are pics to look at you damn well better have some in return. You will notice I do not ask for pictures and that is because I am more interested in who you are than what you look like.

What I'm Looking For
A man who is not needy, a guy who knows how to do butch things and doesnt feel bad about it. I am not overcompensating, I just dont care to talk endlessly about shit on TV that has no substance. A guy who is a prince on the street and can be a pig in the bedroom. A guy who I could take home to my mom (if she were here) and she would like, cuz I am that guy for him. Someone who likes to snuggle with the pups, prune the dogwood, and gush when a good meal is made for both of us.....

Ask Me About
Please don's start off asking me about my sexual role.

I was 'crunchy' long before you were.

Bob Mould, who is a SINGER he is also queer as hell., Richard Morel who is Bob's 'Partner',

I love this dude and his homosound....Bob Mould, huskerdu, sugar, copperblue, body of song, last dog and pony show, circle of friends...DISTRICT LINE......don't make me cry any more.....moving vans.

Ask Me About
Ask me about me, not the size of my dick, whether I am circumcised or not (it is not 'cut' or 'uncut' -- that is an absolutely disgusting question to ask someone you are not face to face with. If all you are shopping for is a fuck, this store is closed to you. I am an intelligent, hardworking sincere, funny, creative, interesting man. I can frame a house or hang an IV.

Hobbies
I fuckin get HARD over ICE HOCKEY.

Music
BOB MOULD, RICH MOREL, BLOWOFF DC
TV and Film
do not ask me if I watch QAF, Queer Eye, yada....I try to fill my head with good stuff, not garbage. I do not play or like video games (maybe Wii).

I’m listening to “Concrete and Clay” by Unit 4+2 from The British Invasion: History of British Rock, Vol. 6.

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April 1, 2009

Cruising on the iPhone!

During my most recent trip to Atlanta I was lucky enough to get to test a pre-release of Grindr. I think it’s the very first gay  hook-up  social networking app for the iPhone. Grindr uses the iPhone’s GPS capabilities to find the men closest to you. Users can chat and, with the usual iPhone camera/photo integration features, trade pics. The UI is really nice and navigation is easy. Best of all, it’s FREE! Nice job, guys!

Apple has approved the app, so now you can grab it yourself at the App Store. There are already a bunch of guys using it in Philly. The closest one is only 1,300 feet away!

I’m listening to “Raining Dub” from Blind Idiot God by Blind Idiot God.

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March 20, 2009

Barney Fag

From gay.com chat:

WCH_II: barney frank oughta give up his bonus...
PennWhitebread: i heart barney frank
Me: me too
PennWhitebread: incredibly unattractive man but i love him
Me: he used to be much worse!
PennWhitebread: i think it gives him more authority
PennWhitebread: oddly
PennWhitebread: my dad once said during meet the press 'i just cant stop thinking about him going down on someones knob'
PennWhitebread: i nearly peed my pants
PennWhitebread: he throws out some REAL zingers
WCH_II: think hes a top or bottom?
Me: apparently dad thinks he's a bottom
PennWhitebread: i think anyone with a television would assume that

I’m listening to “Under African Skies” from Graceland by Paul Simon.

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March 8, 2009

Revolutionary Road

This is funnier than most of you will ever know.

I’m listening to “I Can’t Believe You Would Fall For All The Crap In This Song” from Exotic Creatures of the Deep by Sparks.

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January 8, 2009

Pansy

Thanks to Karen for taking such a nice picture!

I’m listening to “Go Square Go” from Glasvegas by Glasvegas.

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January 5, 2009

Suggestion box

“Whoever runs this place ought to get rid of the prissy queen who works the night shift weekends.”

—bathroom wall at Bush River Books and Video.

I’m listening to “Willie The Pimp, Part One” from Fillmore East, June 1971 by The Mothers of Invention.

Technorati Tags: adult bookstore, gay, gay sex

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December 1, 2008

Profile pic of the week

This is what happens when you click through the pictures on Cylon8’s Manhunt profile! He’s not bad but the cat is funnier. It looks like a second cat is poking in there too, following the first one.

I’m listening to “Why Is It Always This Way” from Rocket To Russia by The Ramones.

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November 29, 2008

Profile pic of the week #3

Richard’s powder room.

I’m listening to “Henry Plainview” from There Will Be Blood by Jonny Greenwood.

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November 27, 2008

Profile pic of the week #2

Richard’s living room.

I’m listening to “Simple Song” from Pontiac by Lyle Lovett.

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November 25, 2008

Anonymity

I’m listening to “Theme From Cleopatra Jones” by Joe Simon from Badmutha's 18 Original Black Movie Hits.

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November 24, 2008

Profile pic of the week #1

Richard’s bedroom.

I’m listening to “Main Title” from Marnie by Bernard Herrmann.

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November 10, 2008

Profile pic of the week

KrashNDeep on Manhunt.

I’m listening to “Stray” from The Black Light by Calexico. By the way, Calexico are playing at the TLA this coming Friday, November 14th, for only $16!

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October 20, 2008

Profile pic of the week

Nothing gets me off like a dead President and an IV cart! He’s pretty hot, though, so you can click on these small pics for larger ones. There’s an extra under the last one, too.

I’m listening to “I Don’t Know What It Is” from Homosapien by Pete Shelley.

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October 17, 2008

Man of the week

Another anonymous internet pr0n shot. (Click on him for a larger version.)

I’m listening to “Bedroom Athlete” from Buy by The Contortions.

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October 16, 2008

The Thinker

I can’t believe I’ve sunk this low.

I’m listening to “Water Curses” from Water Curses by Animal Collective.

Technorati Tags: art, philadelphia, rodin, the thinker

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October 13, 2008

An OutFest moment

From Craig’s List.

Guy in yellow shirt passed out near Woody's, I have your BMW key

Hey guy...
I hope your feeling better today! You were passed out on the street near Woody's last night. In case your wondering how you ended up in my house this morning, my friend and I thought you needed some help and brought you here.

You left your BMW electronic key. Let me know if you want your stuff back.

I’m listening to “How Beautiful You Are” from Kiss me, Kiss Me, Kiss, Me by The Cure.

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October 6, 2008

Separated at birth?

An unknown photographer, chatting with Philly’s much-loved Pierre Robert, and Glenn Milstead, a.k.a. Divine. (The pic on the left was snapped at Saturday’s Bruce Springsteen mini-concert for Barack Obama on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway.)

I’m listening to “Terry (#2)” from Gus Viseur A Bruxelles by Gus Viseur.

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October 2, 2008

Man of the week

I thought this was the same guy I posted the other day but he’s not. I got them from the same mailing list, though.

I’m listening to “You Know I'm Not Crazy” from Kissing To Be Clever by Culture Club.

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September 29, 2008

Man of the week

Who is he? I dunno.

I’m listening to “Lipstick Vogue” from This Year’s Model by Elvis Costello and the Attractions.

Technorati Tags: bears, big dick, gay, prince albert, penis

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September 17, 2008

The gay Eiffel Tower

I’m listening to “Abakwagaza” by Shangaan Choir from The Secret Museum Of Mankind, Vol. 2: Ethnic Music Classics 1925-1948.

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September 12, 2008

Separated at Birth?

gay.com’s zenithx3 and Count Chocula.

I‘m listening to “Editions of You” from For You Pleasure by Roxy Music.

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August 10, 2008

Profile pic of the week

Tasteful.

I’m listening to “Cry Me A River” from Julie Is Her Name by Julie London.

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August 9, 2008

:-X

From gay.com chat:

zenithx3: so i was walking in this dollar store today....
zenithx3: and this guy thinks i work there....and starts asking for me where stuff is
zenithx3: i have never been so offended in my life

I’m listening to “Ambulance Chasers (Live)” from Ahead 12'' EP by Wire.

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August 6, 2008

Young at heart

From gay.com chat:

mrniceguy84: 31/NE Philly/Pvt me
vze6miln: mnice did you have you AID CHECKUP
bigjim6531: hi guys, 27 y/o top here in plymouth meeting looking for any older bottoms in the area who wanna get together and have some fun... can host... msg me
vze6miln: bigjim well I am surely older but fact is before I even have sexual encounter with any other man I ask for him to have a AIDs test i am not going to get Aids
TheCreepingTerror: so you'll ask him to have an HIV test (there is no such thing as an AIDS test), lock him up for 6 months and have him tested again?? that's really the only way to be sure.
vze6miln: TERROR At my age of 60 and in very good shape better than some 30 year olds I don't take a chance I am a health addict
TheCreepingTerror: then have sex with everyone as if they were HIV+. that's the way to do it.
vze6miln: I can go into any gay bar in center city philly and have my pick but I don't drink or smoke or eat meat fish or fowl
vze6miln: There is not one person in Philly on here at my age level that can compare with me
MathMan821: unless it was a modesty contest ... then they'd all kick your ass
JackPost: can you blow yourself as well as you toot your own horn?
WCH_II: LOL....i have such a funny line but ill bite my tongue
JackPost: give it up, WCH!
JackPost: don't bite your tongue, you'll talk funny
vze6miln: If anyone wishes to check me out in my daily walking at franklin mills malls in ne philly at 9 10 am each morning there doing 4 miles  ito 5  mile walks in one hours come and watch me
TheCreepingTerror: i'll pass
vze6miln: I have a fame club and most of men are striaght there and I eat their lunch

I’m listening to “Busload Of Faith” from New York by Lou Reed.

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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.

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July 27, 2008

The gay Eiffel Tower

I’m listening to “Start of My Heart” from To Survive by Joan As Police Woman.

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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.

I’m listening to “For the Stars” from For the Stars by Anne Sofie von Otter and Elvis Costello.

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July 25, 2008

Anonymity

I’m listening to “Hit It And Quit It” from Maggot Brain by Funkadelic.

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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.

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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.

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July 7, 2008

Bad boys

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.

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June 7, 2008

Profile pic of the week

Remember A Bear’s Life: Celebrating the Masculine Lifestyle? This is what happens to you if you read it.

I’m listening to “Rebirth Of The Flesh” from Camille by Prince.

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June 5, 2008

Um…OK

Seen at the Philadelphia Gay Pride Parade in 2004.

I’m listening to “World In My Eyes (Daniel Miller Mix)” from Remixes (81-04) by Depeche Mode.

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June 4, 2008

Profile pic of the week

Now what was it you needed ME for again??

I’m listening to “Flowers Of The Forest” from Full House by Fairport Convention.

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May 24, 2008

Geek

Is this guy beating off to Pong?

I’m listening to “Dancing With Tears In My Eyes” by Ultravox from Atomic 80s.

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May 7, 2008

Man on the street

Another man from the Equality Forum SundayOUT! Street Festival. (Click on the picture for a larger one!)

I’m listening to “You're Driving Me Crazy” from German Propaganda Swing, Vol. 1: 1941-1942 by Charlie And His Orchestra.

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May 6, 2008

Man on the street

This handsome man was at the Equality Forum SundayOUT! Street Festival. It was a beautiful day (finally!), prime man-watching weather. I really love events like this—even though I despise crowds—because I can take pictures of hot men without embarrassment.

I’m listening to “To Step Aside” from Bilingual by Pet Shop Boys.

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April 23, 2008

Man of the week

There are posters of this character all over New York City, some of them several stories high. I love him.

I’m listening to “The First Visit” from Brideshead Revisited by Geoffrey Burgon.

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April 13, 2008

Sex education

As ”local color” in Provincetown went, I figured Ellie was just a another harmless tranny. She was always there, outside Town Hall in a mini-skirt, singing some lounge standard karaoke-style, with a battered boombox and a hand-lettered sign billing her as “Provincetown’s Oldest Showgirl, 72 Years Young!” (75 now.) Yesterday I stumbled upon Ellie’s Provincetown Liberator, her endless, stupefying manifesto on every subject imaginable. I discovered, among other things, that father and former minister Ellie really seems to believe that she’s a 25 year-old woman with killer gams. “Integrating” her male and female identities seems to have inspired some shocking child rearing techniques:

realistic, hands-on sex education

Her kid or kids will have access to mom and dad’s room any time of the day or night. If a child wanders in while she is getting laid, and asks, “What are you doing, mommy?” she’ll tell her/him to wait until she comes - and then she’ll give an explanation. Meanwhile, the child can have fun watching.

Ellie’s kids will be home-schooled and her kids won’t feel like they’re doing hard time. She’ll pick up on their interests and encourage growth in those areas. Naturally, a big area of interest will be sex. Eliot/Ellie will give hands-on instruction in sex. She’ll teach any boy how to jerk-off; Eliot will teach any girl how to rub-off. It’s more fun that way.

The course really gets practical as well as exciting when the finer points of screwing are taught. Mom teaches a boy by screwing him. Eliot teaches a girl by screwing her. Their boys and girls can screw around with each other at will. You could say it’s a close-knit family! Truly: “ALL in the family”!

I’m speechless.

I’m listening to “Il Sogno, Act 2: Lovers Arise” from Il Sogno by Elvis Costello, performed by the London Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Michael Tilson Thomas.

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April 10, 2008

Plowing

I found the wonderful book cover of Agricola and Germany while obsessively doing Google image searches to see if my Barack Obama poster makeovers (here and here) have any traction. It’s a detail from Helvetii Sending the Defeated Army of Cassius Longinus Under the Yoke in 107 BC, 1854/8, Charles Gleyre, Musee Cantonal des Beaux-Arts, Lausanne. The link was to Mystic Bourgeoisie: blogged books, a strange collection of book and movie reviews including Self-Help crap like The Clitoral Truth: The Secret World at Your Fingertips, New Age crap like Create Your Own Reality: A Seth Workbook, and utter crap like Snakes on a Plane.

I’m listening to “Pedro Bound!” from Contemplating the Engine Room by Mike Watt.

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April 8, 2008

Bipolar

Jason Klemm (Hamletwasbipolar and SAGandEquityDude on gay.com) is a former actor and perpetual drunk who goes on the occasional insane rampage in the Philadelphia Citywide chat room on gay.com. I (TheCreepingTerror) was the target of his rage last night because I’m honest about my HIV status! Everyone knows I’m sero-positve and that I have an active sex life which includes bathhouses and back rooms. Jason believes that makes me a murderer. One can only wonder what this says about him since, when he’s not acting like an ass publicly, he’s privately begging people to let him suck their dicks, regardless of their HIV-status. (Someone sent me an example which follows the rant and Jason repeatedly asked me for sex until I finally told him to stop.) Admittedly, I’m posting this because it’s me he’s talking about and I’m pissed off but, really, does anyone deserve this kind of shit for being honest?

Hamletwasbipolar: im a little tippsy
Matt-of-Mayfair: git out!
Hamletwasbipolar: i went and got tested tonight]
Matt-of-Mayfair: and they said you’re insane?
Hamletwasbipolar: i am SO neg
TheCreepingTerror: you're telling me
Matt-of-Mayfair: truer words were never spoken
Hamletwasbipolar: and your not neg.you just kill people
Hamletwasbipolar: yea, ill put my hiv infected dick into strangers
Hamletwasbipolar: your a piece of shit
Hamletwasbipolar: oh, into the Adonis
TheCreepingTerror: i remember not very long ago when little hammy was begging me to let him suck this aids-infected dick
Hamletwasbipolar: uh, yeah i was BEYOND drunk.......and you do it sober
Hamletwasbipolar: 'sober is the key word
Matt-of-Mayfair plugs in the corn popper..
Hamletwasbipolar: no, hes an HIV infected asshole.......and Im not
TheCreepingTerror: no, you’re simply an asshole
Hamletwasbipolar: oh, yeah, im drunk...lve been in movies youve seen....NOT PORNO
Hamletwasbipolar: you are a toothless OLD drunk,,, ive seen you
Hamletwasbipolar: you are UGLY
Hamletwasbipolar: say no more'
Hamletwasbipolar: you have NO teeth.no face...and you ARE UGLY
MathMan821: oh lord what did I come back to?
TheCreepingTerror: hammy’s drunk, MathMan and accusing me of murder again
MathMan821: ahhhh
Hamletwasbipolar: you are beyond ugly.....we all know it
inkedguy25: wow man whats uo with the hatin’ in here
Hamletwasbipolar: but well be nice
Hamletwasbipolar: you are dilapidated, youre sexual depravity would scare anybiody away from the bar
Hamletwasbipolar: you INFECT people......say no more
Hamletwasbipolar: you and your HIV infected , bathhouse going dick
Hamletwasbipolar: you are , what we call, a piece of SHIT
MathMan821: hmmmm - I’ve always thought of TCT as quite the gentleman
Hamletwasbipolar: depends how you define genlem,an
Hamletwasbipolar: does porno?
Hamletwasbipolar: puts his dick up peoples ass?
Hamletwasbipolar: god, thats why ive ben silent in this room.........hes a piece of crap
woof60: silence of the hams
TheCreepingTerror: if only
MathMan821: I am always amazed at how people who are the consumers of porn look down upon the producers of porn
TheCreepingTerror: no kidding, math
Hamletwasbipolar: if only, you WERENT a piece of crap
Hamletwasbipolar: he is a piece of SHIT
Hamletwasbipolar: im done
TheCreepingTerror: no kidding you're done
Hamletwasbipolar: hes quiet
TheCreepingTerror: i’m just letting you dig your own hole, hammy. keep it coming.
Hamletwasbipolar: what could you possibly say? your HIV positive? you kill people in bathouses?
inkedguy25: wow, can we change the topic
Hamletwasbipolar: you and your HIV infected dick........your a PIECE OF SHIT
inkedguy25: you have been going on about this for quiet sometime now, and honetsly, its tiresome
Hamletwasbipolar: you kill people
inkedguy25: (has he been hitting the sauce?)
Hamletwasbipolar: you KILL PEOPLE
Hamletwasbipolar: oh, its ok, you dont infect them.
Hamletwasbipolar: YEAH
Hamletwasbipolar: you are the worst
Hamletwasbipolar: yes, your neg, you DONT INFECT THEM
Hamletwasbipolar: uh huh
Hamletwasbipolar: YOUR FUCKING PATHETIC
Mattyy77: actually, it'd be “you’re” in that instance
Hamletwasbipolar: oh, i know his face..youd be scared
Hamletwasbipolar: im going to bed.....
sPoconoGuy makes a CUCKOO sound.
Mattyy77: people get fired up in this hizzie
TheCreepingTerror: that was bracing
Mattyy77: u pissed him off somethin fierce
Hamletwasbipolar: yea, we are all braced.........you HIV infected dick
TheCreepingTerror: i didn’t do nuthin, Mattyy
Hamletwasbipolar: you did nothing in your life.....uh huh
Hamletwasbipolar: you are a pice of shit.....we all know that............if they dont know that...well then
Hamletwasbipolar: YOU ARE A PIECE OF GARBAGE
inkedguy25: Hamlet, go to bed
Hamletwasbipolar: if you think that? YOU go to bed
inkedguy25: fucking boderlines
Hamletwasbipolar: ?me says no more
Hamletwasbipolar: waits as hell try to be pleasant
Hamletwasbipolar: ill take off your peels, like you wouldnt even know, you piece of garbage
TheCreepingTerror: any translations on the peels thing??
inkedguy25: he's off his rocker
TheCreepingTerror: well, that goes without saying
Hamletwasbipolar: yes, i am
Hamletwasbipolar: you stupid murderer
Hamletwasbipolar: go ink
inkedguy25: at least be more specific, and less redundant
Hamletwasbipolar: stupid shit
inkedguy25: your knowledge about me is little.
Hamletwasbipolar: but a lot
Hamletwasbipolar: if you pick him over me....lol
TheCreepingTerror: “How To Win Friends and Influence People” by Hamletwasbipolar
inkedguy25: i’m not on any side, you’re rambling like a fucking idiot
Hamletwasbipolar: you have "your man"
Hamletwasbipolar: \you still KILL PEOPLE with your HIV infected dick, and you DONT care
Matt-of-Mayfair looks though inky’s bag for some morphine syringes
sPoconoGuy: anyone going to bathhouse tonight?
Matt-of-Mayfair: ooh!.... are they having a sale?
TheCreepingTerror: half price wed & sun
Matt-of-Mayfair: i need some new towels and stuff
sPoconoGuy: free towels and lube
Matt-of-Mayfair: i don't need lube spoc... you can use your SPIT
MathMan821: if it ain’t spit ... it ain’t love
Matt-of-Mayfair: hammy left eh?
Matt-of-Mayfair: ....one less.... bell to answer.
heres_mikey: looks like he left
Matt-of-Mayfair: he tried to pvt me ya know.. but i had to take him off my ”allow” list... god forbid he'd hit me up for sex again. i hate those drunken attempts
sPoconoGuy: he just pulled up in front of your house
Matt-of-Mayfair: i’ll get my gun!
Matt-of-Mayfair: “momma, take the kids to the basement!..... i'll handle this!”
sPoconoGuy: that means he’ll put on his red dress and answer the door
Matt-of-Mayfair: aims loaded Colt .38 though mailbox slot in front door.

And still people try to protect him from himself.

Hamletwasbipolar: how are ya?
Matt-of-Mayfair: i’m fine
Hamletwasbipolar: uh huh fine
Hamletwasbipolar: your quiet
Matt-of-Mayfair: i’m busy downloading tunes
Hamletwasbipolar: well, being your neg, you can fuck me BB!
Hamletwasbipolar: so, you dont say hi? your not talking?
Matt-of-Mayfair: you KNOW us old guys, we’re slow to act, and cautious..lol
Hamletwasbipolar: come over. im serious. come over
Matt-of-Mayfair: get real jason... please gurl you sound drunk again
Hamletwasbipolar: lol so, come over
Matt-of-Mayfair: yeah, right.... like i’m gonna go out in the cold... and wait for 3 buses and a train at 4am.... LOL... you crack me up
Hamletwasbipolar: i thought you drove.......lol
Matt-of-Mayfair: traipse WAY across town at this hour....no way!
Matt-of-Mayfair: i DO drive... i told you the car’s parked out back for sale. :-) i haven’t even started it since Christmas.

This didn’t really come out of nowhere, so some history is in order. Jason lived in Center City Philadelphia a few years ago. I pretty much thought he was a pompous ass. Then he got a boyfriend and moved to Bristol PA which, unless things have really changed in a couple of years, is just a step above a trailer park. Since he had a boyfriend, he felt free to act like a dick to everyone and not just me. (“You have nothing in your life but I have a solid, loving relationship,” that kind of thing.) Then he “got sober” whatever that means in his case. Just before he moved to NYC with his partner to pursue his acting career, he apologized to me for treating me so horribly. I told him that I accepted the apology but said that I would never trust him. While he was in The City he was hit by a car and was in a coma for several months. When he woke up his boyfriend dumped him. So he moved back here, to West Philadelphia this time, and started acting like a decent guy. I knew it wouldn’t last. He got a job as an usher at the Merriam Theater and quit because he didn’t want to seat black people. There was a short (less than two-week) affair with a much-loved chatter during which he changed his gay.com profile to reflect his then-current opinion that anyone who was online looking for sex was a “slut.” This was before they had actually had a date. Seriously. Now he’s enrolled in school to be trained as a paralegal which he refers to as “Law School” and “a different kind of acting.” Please.

Does anyone else see a pattern here?? Honestly, it isn’t necessary to get validation for the good things in your life by looking down your nose at others. And begging online “friends” for drinks at Knock isn’t good for anyone’s self-esteem. Get a grip.

I’m listening to “The Wrong Man” by Bernard Herrmann.

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April 7, 2008

The REAL Eiffel Tower

Click on the picture for the full-sized version.

I’m listening to “Van Dyke Parks” from Song Cycle by Van Dyke Parks.

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April 5, 2008

The gay Eiffel Tower

I’m listening to “Only One Winner” from Nazz III by The Nazz.

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March 30, 2008

Anonymity

I’m listening to “You've Got to Hide Your Love Away” by The Silkie from The British Invasion: The History of British Rock, Vol. 6.

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March 22, 2008

Shithead, right?

This was sent to me by someone I’ve never met on gay.com. I’ve said “Hello” to HeyMary and he was cordial enough, and said he liked The High-Strung Loner, while being clear that he wasn’t interested in hooking up. That’s fine. Luckily I haven’t had to interact with hondafvr (below), though I’ve already chatted with with too many just like him.

hondavfr800: youre a butch guy...why the fem nickname?
HeyMary: How do you know I’m butch?
hondavfr800: lol ah but i can read- unless u checked the masculine/ butch box accidentally
HeyMary: Alright. I did it to make people type the name.
hondavfr800: as good a reason as any…so you are butch then...
HeyMary: I’m not into chatting, I know that.
hondavfr800: k-then why would u be in a chatroom?
HeyMary: I’m here for sex.
hondavfr800: hmmm…ok. well that cuts to the chase. all good brotha
HeyMary: Have a good night. Brotha.
hondavfr800: should double the dose on your meds…
HeyMary: Those kind of comments from bitchy queens like you are the main reason I don’t engage in the main chat room. Goodnight.
hondavfr800: brings us back to step 1…how do you know i’m butch…wouldnt imagine u get too much sex- place 4 u is a bathhouse with low lighting and no convo
HeyMary: You keep typing catty remarks if you want. I have things to do. Have a good night.
hondavfr800: it says youre intelligent- if u were really intelligent yod just hit the ignore button- then u wouldnt have to read my truths
hondavfr800: jewish right?

Actually, HeyMary is Portuguese/American.

Several nights later:

hondavfr800: hey psycho

Nice guy, huh?

I’m listening to “Nightingale” from Exotic Moods of Les Baxter by Les Baxter.

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March 19, 2008

Non-judgemental?

AnFCub caught my eye despite the fact that he named himself after a clothing store for 20-somethings. Sadly, on reading his profile, what I mistook for a sexy, evil glint in his eyes turned out to be the haughty glare of arrogance.

          NOT single, NOT lookin’…

That’s OK.

I won’t judge your “open” relationship if you don’t judge my “CLOSED” one...

Fair enough, but…

“Isn't delayed gratification the definition of maturity?” - C. Bradshaw

Excuse me but isn’t that judging? Besides, no it’s not the definition of maturity except maybe to an extremely unrealistic fictional character who, in my opinion, always acted more like a gay man than a woman in the first place.

I’m listening to “Den Of Sins” from Naked City by John Zorn/Naked City.

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February 23, 2008

Gomorrah

I had made arrangements to meet up with a guy at his apartment in the Flatiron District after shooting one of the nights I was in New York. We had chatted (kind of) online off and on for a few months. He seemed like exactly the kind of pig I like to play with. I called when I was on my way out of the shoot in Chelsea and he said he had a man’s hand in his ass at the moment and I was welcome to join them. He was only a few blocks away. I grabbed something to drink and a couple of snacks and headed over.

It was a weird building. The lobby was beautiful, all oak and marble. I had to pass through a metal detector and give my ID to the person at the desk. Waiting at the elevator with me were a couple of guys who seemed homeless and/or insane. Upstairs seemed like a whole different place. The hallways were more industrial than I expected considering the ornate richness of the lobby. This guy’s apartment door had a collage of things on the door, one of which said “GOMORRAH.”

As advertised. It was a smallish, old-fashioned, New York studio apartment. Everything about it — at least while I was there — seemed to be about having sex. There was a sling and a futon, a floor mattress and what can best be described as a central lube station. This guy and his friend, both of whom I felt instantly comfortable with, were intelligent, funny, old-school gay sex hounds, close in age to myself and with similar interests. The friend even appears in the DVD extras in my fisting movie! This was especially weird considering the guy who fists him in my movie was also in the movie I had finished shooting less than an hour before. Weird.

We chatted and got to know each other while I warmed up and removed my clothes. They took turns on their knees sucking my dick which I really needed after a long day watching other people have sex on a tiny screen.

My host got in the sling and I fucked him for a while. He had been punch-fucked over a hundred times just before I got there (and he had a clicker in his had to prove it!) but he was still tight enough to gimme some friction. I got my hand in his hole but it didn’t really feel comfortable to me so we didn’t continue for very long.

We sat around, stroked and talked for a bit. Then his friend got on his hands and knees on the floor. My host put on these big, black, rubber industrial gloves, coated them with Crisco and started fisting the guy. He went in and out really quickly, first one hand, then the other. Weirdly, I found it very hot. He passed me one of the gloves and we took turns. Then he quickly put the other glove on me and I didn’t miss a beat. He was moaning with pleasure. I was tired, though. so I didn’t last very long.

I said I had worked all day and hadn’t really eaten and that I should go. I had planned on taking the train from his corner right back to Brooklyn and eating in the diner down the street from the hotel. They suggested we go together to a nearby place. That was fine with me; I enjoyed their company. The diner was really far away, a good half hour walk and it was very cold. The food was mediocre and I had to walk all the way back to where we started from. Ugh.

I had a fun time with them and I’ll do it again for sure next time I’m in the city for any length of time. I’d even just go hang out. Thanks guys.

I’m listening to “Run From Love (Remix)” from The Age Of Consent by Bronski Beat.

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February 14, 2008

Happy Valentine’s Day

I found these lovely Valentine candies waiting for me at the Gay and Lesbian Archives of Philadelphia when I arrived to volunteer this afternoon. Thanks, Bob! You were right, they tasted like Hai Karate.

I’m listening to “Snagglepuss” from Naked City by John Zorn/Naked City.

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February 9, 2008

Porn Day 3: On the set again

Friday January 25, 2008

The second feature we shot was a bukkake orgy movie. Most of the cast were the same guys from the film we shot two days previously and we used the same space. In this film two bottoms were supposed to end up covered with cum. Unfortunately, neither of them was really feeling up to it (I guess two days off in Brooklyn can really wear a guy out.) so another guy was nominated for the job. He didn’t seem pleased. In addition to the professionals, amateurs could apply online to be in this film. They could choose to wear a small mask if they wished but, if they did, they wouldn’t be paid. The only requirement was that they shoot a load on the bottom’s face. Sounds easy enough, no?

The atmosphere on the set was much less chaotic than it had been on Wednesday. When I got there at 6:30 only the director was there. A guy who was making his porn debut had missed his plane and had arrived just a few minutes before. He was out getting something to eat with the company’s business manager. When he returned He showered and put on his “work clothes.” These consisted of black shoes, black flares, a wide white belt and a black, form-fitting, pin-stripe, button-down shirt. I’m not kidding. He looked like a dance instructor or a hustler from 1980. He did have a beautiful face, though, if a bit rough for an 18 year-old. No matter what, the camera loved him, as they say.

The director assured us we’d be done by 11:00 at the latest, hopefully even by 10:00. Things went fairly smoothly…for a while. Our first delay was caused by someone not being “clean.” Maybe it’s just me but I try to be prepared when I go to work. Since i’d be using my eyes I made sure my contacts were clean before I left the hotel. Anyway, while he was “touching up” another cast member suggested that maybe he doesn’t know how to do it correctly but you didn’t hear that from me. Admittedly, he wasn’t origianlly the day’s designated bottom either.

The number of men in the room dwindled as each guy shot his load and left for the day. One of the guys who didn’t feel well enough to be the bottom did a great job of being vocal and being the onscreen guy in charge, sort of. He’d order the bottom to suck this guy or get fucked by that guy. It worked well, better than It sounds for sure.

Around 8:30 it was time for the dance instructor to shoot. We sat, cameras in hand, while he masturbated. For an hour.

One of the amateurs showed up. I thought he was kind of hot, beefier and hairier than the other guys in the movie. He wore a mask but, as far as I’m concerned, anyone who knew him would recognize him immediately. He also had a unique tattoo. I just didn’t see the point in wearing a mask. As he was finishing up another guy arrived and he fucked the bottom too. They both left at the same time.

Then we went back to waiting for that last guy to shoot. It was grueling. My back hurt, I was hungry and I was especially impatient because I was going to get laid back at the hotel when we were done. The director tried to find out how we could help him along but he was being sullen and uncommunicative. Those two qualities probably serve him very well when he’s out and about cruising the bars and bathhouses wherever it is that he comes from. (He tried to be mysterious about his origins, also.) He has a look that just works well with sullen and he’s obviously learned how to use it but on that night in that place it was simply annoying. To everyone. We just wanted to go home.

The director asked him what he did or thinks about or watches when he masturbates (daily, no doubt) at home. “I dunno. Nothing.” was his answer again and again. I wish I thought he wasn’t telling the truth.

As time went on the substitute cum began to crust on the bottom’s face and chest. (The real stuff dries up and disappears so we had to keep rewetting him so that in the final edit it will look like all of these guys shot their loads on him in quick succession.) I don’t think the stuff looked particularly like ejaculate to begin with. After all this time it started to look like the (trade secret) that it really is.

At 11:00 we took another break and the boy in question retired to the bathroom for a bit. At this point I just knew it was never going to happen and even joked about putting money on it. The director was adamant, though. I could see his point. He flew the kid to New York from heaven knows where and he was fucking 18 years-old so he should be able to come at least once. Yes, he should. So we tried again.

We sat around for another hour. Nothing happened. He couldn’t stay hard even with Viagra. What really bothered me, though, was that he didn’t seem to care. There was no apology for making everyone sit around for hours, nothing, not even to the director.

Just past midnight we gave up. We packed up and everyone got paid. I said my goodbyes and I left, starving to death. I grabbed some food from an overpriced Chelsea deli and took the subway back to Brooklyn which took about a century and a half. I don’t recall the subways in NYC being so s-l-o-w and so long in coming. I feel like I could have walked faster but no one else on the crowded train seemed to notice. Could I be spoiled by SEPTA??

Anyway, this kid had a photo shoot the next day with a photographer unconnected with our movie. He didn’t have an orgasm for him either. And he didn’t get paid. Also, he had the nerve to invite one of the other cast members to stay after we all left to continue fucking him! Kids.

I’m listening to “Un Poco de Sangre” from El Circo by Maldita Vecindad y los Hijos del 5th Patio.

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February 1, 2008

Incredibly GREAT news!

Experts Say Positive People on Effective HIV Meds Aren’t Sexually Infectious

It seems amazing but apparently it’s true. If your viral load says below 40 for six months or more and you continue antiretroviral therapy, you CANNOT transmit the virus sexually. This is HUGE news.

Update: Had I read further I would have realized that this wasn’t an actual study but data collected from other sources and a conclusion drawn. Still, I believe it’s likely true. Some people think it’s irresponsible to have released this kind of information publicly. Apparently, they think we’re too stupid to act responsibly after hearing this kind of thing. In my opinion, many of those people have an agenda and/or jobs at stake in the AIDS industry. Remember, it’s not only conservatives who want to control information to retain their power.

I’m listening to “Tired Of Waiting For You” from Hit Singles by The Kinks.

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January 25, 2008

Public toilet love

Former porn star, would-be pop star, Colton Ford sings a love song through a gloryhole! Sadly, it’s a typical American Idol-style vocal performance which, come to think of it, makes it even funnier. He’s got some other stuff posted, too, if you want to watch him rip his shirt off while dancing in front of that same warehouse wall.

I’m listening to “Carry Go Bring Come” from “BBC Radio 1 Live” by The Selecter.

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January 24, 2008

Porn, Day 2: On the set

I was asked to arrive the set at 1PM, an hour before the cast in order to set up the lights and coordinate with the other cameraman. I hadn’t met him. The producer said he was an interesting guy and had worked on Project Runway. He was quite a character, a combination of John Lovitz and the comic book store guy on The Simpsons, very stagehand-y and straight, to boot.

We shot in a room in a Chelsea B&B. The lovely garden area in the back reminded me of Rear Window. The room had bright yellow walls with white trim and an equally bright yellow and white bureau. The decor was incredibly Brady Bunch. I loved it. There was a granny-type quilt on the bed, too, which was even less hot than the decor so we flipped it over a bit. This revealed some mysterious white crusty bits on the tan blanket. Ew.

There were nine guys in the cast and five production people so it got kind of tight with everyone’s clothes, coats and bags on the floor and various cords, cables and lights everywhere.

Weirdly, there were two large gift baskets from “friends,” one with mostly chocolates and the other with Starbucks products. We learned on the last shoot which was nicely catered that porn actors live, at least while performing, on protein bars, bananas and Gatorade, so there was no big spread this time, dammit. Any crew, as I learned long ago when I was a stagehand, will eat anything. I hadn’t had breakfast and this gluten thing makes it difficult to just grab something to eat, even in New York, so I was grateful for the candy. So was Jon Lovitz. He took some home—“for the wife,” of course.

Once the action started we realized that the bed was going to be a problem. The mattresses were very lightweight and the frame was on wheels. As soon as the first guys started fucking on it, it started rolling around. We had to remove the frame completely. The script, which contained the hilarious typo telling someone to “moan loadly,” was all about “double penetration.” Unfortunately, with the wheels and frame gone, the bed was down so low that double penetration was more or less impossible in the way the director wanted it. Three guys in a row tried and they had to contort themselves so much they they couldn’t stay hard. The script called for two bottoms to be doubly penetrated simultaneously and that obviously wasn’t gonna happen. We took a short break after each guy made his attempt at DP and after one of the bottoms literally vomited from gagging on a dick. Now we took a much longer break.

The director threw out the script and decided that this would have to be a free-form orgy. He insisted that DP would happen, though, and instructed the actors to make sure the cameramen were aware of it when it occurred. With the cast left to their own devices and without the gymnastics involved in the original scenario, we got lots of DP. I could tell that some of the actors obviously needed direction since they didn’t involve themselves as much as some of the others. Maybe they figured that now they had permission to only have sex with the guys they were attracted to and they weren’t attracted to anyone. Who knows?

The guys kept having to be reminded to be vocal since this film isn’t going to have any music. I’m not a big fan of “porno-mouth” either in movies or when I’m actually fucking so I’m not the best judge of dirty talk. The guy who seemed most into it had a limited inventory of phrases and an NPR-type voice. I just couldn’t get used to it.

We filmed each cum shot twice, first with the cameras on the actual cum and again filming the actor’s face while he faked it. Now that’s acting! After watching this five or six times, I’m sure it will seem obvious to me now whenever I watch porn.

We had nine guys in the cast and I think all of them got a cum shot in. The weird thing was, though, that when it was time to do them, four of the guys had to stand in the kitchen watching porn before they could shoot. I know at least one of them was watching himself! Hey guys!! You’re in a room with eight other porn stars. Isn’t that enough?

This is the most grueling part of the shoot for me. Everyone sits around waiting and waiting and as soon as someone’s ready to shoot their load everyone runs back into position. It’s pretty wacky and it surprises me that it’s at all convincing to watch but it is.

At one point during the day we had to quickly consolidate all of the extraneous crap that people had brought in with them just to get it out of the shot. There was a backpack in the corner and I threw a heavy pair of boots on top of it along with several other things. Later in the day one of the actors brought the backpack onto the bed and unzipped it. Two tiny dogs in grey hoodies ran out of it! I felt awful that I had thrown a pair of boots at them. They ran around completely quietly for a couple of minutes and went willingly back into their case. They came out again when we were done and their owner added sherpa jackets and harnesses that looked to me like bullet-proof vests. I have to agree with the guy who said the dogs were really adorable and very gay.

Seven hours and we were done. I headed over to meet a guy in the flatiron district but more about that another time.

I’m listening to “Heart Shaped Bruise” from “The Delivery Man” by Elvis Costello & The Imposters.

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January 22, 2008

Porn, Day 1: Hotel

I am in NYC this week because I was hired to run a video camera for a couple of porn shoots. We’ll be filming in Chelsea on Wednesday and Friday but the cast and crew are staying at a Days Inn in the Sunset Park area of Brooklyn. Sounds pretty, no? I was a little concerned when I saw these pictures. The one on the left is from Google Maps Street View and was a little disturbing. What really threw me, though, was the one on the left, from the hotel’s own web site, showing the “lobby” with the staff behind bullet-proof glass like you’d see at a pawn shop or a chinese take-out restaurant!! Not to mention the fact that I just knew I’d never get laid in such a godforsaken wilderness. I mean, what good is being in New York if you can’t maximize your online cruising time, huh??

It took me almost an hour to get there from Penn Station and the walk from the subway is pretty steeply uphill but the hotel itself was actually acceptable—after the elevator decided to work, that is. When I first got there it refused to go past the third floor and the desk clerk was hemming and hawing about giving me something on a lower floor. (I have emphysema and stairs are not my friends.) After ten minutes of futzing and the maintenance guy running up and down, repeatedly proclaiming that it was now operational when it clearly wasn’t, it made the complete trip a few times and I decided I could safely ascend to the sixth floor without worry. The room was just fine, if a little small—even smaller than the room I had at the New York (formerly Ian Schrager) Hudson which until today was the tiniest room I’d ever paid for outside of a bathhouse. (I’ve had bigger rooms at some bathhouses.)

The neighborhood is really pretty cool and literally colorful. There is a warehouse-sized laundromat across the street, a decent 24-hour diner on the corner and a branch of my bank on another corner. There are also a slew of wonderful bodegas on 5th Avenue, unfortunately another steep climb. They have great stuff, including tons of bananas that are actually large, ripe and delicious. The guys who work behind the counters are unfailingly polite and friendly and hot. Try finding any of those qualities in a Center City Philly food store! Other than the below freezing temperatures and the uphill climb for food, this ain’t gonna be so bad. I have a couple of “dates” already lined up, too.

I'm not sure what’s happened to the NYC subway system but it seems hellishly slow to me, not just the wait but the actual speed of the trains. It really seemed to me that I could have walked faster than the train was running today. Maybe it was a fluke. I sure hope so. What a nightmare.

I’m listening to “Editions of You” from For You Pleasure by Roxy Music.

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January 18, 2008

Lukewarmly blogworthy

I’ve written about this guy here and here. We played at the Adonis a few times and again at his place. We had this conversation, apparently our last, a few days ago:

cc_ital3: hi
HighStrungLoner: hey!
cc_ital3: how r u?
HighStrungLoner: not bad. you?
cc_ital3: good thanks. i'm hoping to get together again
HighStrungLoner: that'd be cool
cc_ital3: ok, good
cc_ital3: when u free?
HighStrungLoner: always. not awake before noon though
cc_ital3: ok. well let me know then. sorry to bother u
HighStrungLoner: not bothering me.
cc_ital3: um, k
HighStrungLoner: i hardly ever take the initiative, though. just how I am, nothing personal
cc_ital3: i know. that's why i did but u gotta meet me in the middle or i think that u r not into it
HighStrungLoner: ok. if you're looking for now, tho, i'm not into it.
cc_ital3: ugh. again, real sorry. night
HighStrungLoner: ok. night
cc_ital3: well i'm sure this will make your blog, but i'm done. i try and try with you but all i get is lukewarm responses. so i am sorry that i did and i will not try again. ciao

What can I say? A lukewarm request got a lukewarm response. I could be wrong but meaning “Let’s fuck now” and saying “i'm hoping to get together again” seems counterproductive to me. I’m not fucking Criswell, you know. Besides he and I made firm plans at least twice last year and he never bothered answering the phone. (Wednesday nights at 9 PM after I was done at the LGBT Archives.) Can you blame me for not getting excited a the prospect of being flaked on again?

Anyway, you got your wish. You’re in my blog again. Happy now?

I’m listening to “Everyone Lies” from Loudness by Loudness.

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WTF?

I joined Fbuds recently. It’s new and not very busy yet but it didn’t take me long to encounter my first complete jerkoff. Is it me or are they becoming more numerous and/or brazen? This is our e-mail exchange in its entirety:

LEATHERBEARDAD: wanna put my hand in ur ass, daddy.. HighStrungLoner: Thanks for the thought but that will never happen. LEATHERBEARDAD: why not...u look like EVERYTHING ELSE HAS BEEN IN UR HOLE...INCLUDING THE KITCHEN SINK..

Well, thanks. That’ll get you laid for sure.

I’m listening to “Beach Chair (Featuring Chris Martin)” from Kingdom Come by Jay-Z.

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January 17, 2008

Man of the week

I don’t know who this is or even how I acquired his picture but I love him. (Click on him for a larger version of the picture.)

I’m listening to “Trains and Boats and Planes” by Billy J. Kramer from The British Invasion: History of British Rock, Vol. 4.

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January 12, 2008

Profile pic of the week

Don’t ask me ’cause I don’t know nothin’ about this guy.

I’m listening to “Wrapped Around the Screw” from Contemplating the Engine Room by Mike Watt.

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WYSP hates you

A poorly faked Ozzy Osbourne was “interviewed” on WYSP’s unbearably annoying Kidd Chris show Thursday morning. All they could manage were some lame gay jokes about WMMR and Pierre Robert in particular. Why is this still acceptable?

I’ve edited out most of the juvenile giggling:

You can grab the whole thing here if you’re interested but, trust me, it’s not worth it.

I’m listening to “Magoo” from Mostly Ape by Drums & Tuba.

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January 11, 2008

Morgan Spurlock

I remember seeing Morgan Spurlock of Super Size Me in this outfit and thinking he looked like a natural. It was in the opening sequence of the first episode of his great 30 Days series on FX and I hadn’t seen it since it was originally broadcast. I grabbed these screen shots from hulu.com which kind of sucks but it’s got lots of vintage and current NBC shows for free with fucking commercials. (By the way, this kind of site is exactly what the writers who are on strike are asking to be—and should be—paid for.) Anyway, I’ve heard through the internets (and The Crusher) that he dumped that vegan girl a while back and became a Friend of Dorothy which we knew he was all along, didn’t we?

I’m listening to “N-er-gize me” from Cosmetic 12'' Single by Cosmetic ft. Jamaaladeen Tacuma.

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January 7, 2008

Man of the week

Just a guy from Atlanta on Manhunt. Ain’t he handsome?? (Click on the pics for larger versions.)

I’m listening to “Stingray: Main Theme” by The Barry Gray Orchestra from Brain In A Box (Disc 2 - TV Themes)

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January 6, 2008

What-EV-rrr!

I’m still in Atlanta. Keith is doing so well that I felt I could go out on Friday night without feeling like I was abandoning him. He agreed and handed me the keys to his car.

Earlier in the day I chatted online with Anthony, a Latin guy. That’s his beautiful ass there on the left. We’ve been wanting to get together for a couple of months and luckily we were both available Friday night. He called around 6:45. (I don’t know why but, even after all the time I’ve spent in Atlanta, I’m still surprised when guys have southern accents!) He said he was going out for drinks at Blake’s with a couple of friends and asked if we could get together at 9:00. I didn’t have a problem with that but after I hung up I said to Keith, “How much you want to bet this guy doesn’t call anytime near nine o’clock?” He pooh-poohed my cynicism.

I was right. At 11:30 I got in the car intending to go to the Atlanta Eagle for a bit and then to Flex baths. The phone rang when I was only a block from the apartment. Anthony asked if it was too late and I said no but I could tell he was pretty drunk, just as I expected. He said he’d call back when he got home which he must have been standing right outside of because less than two minutes later the phone rang again. I told him I could tell he was drunk, sloppy even, which he denied and I said that I would rather not play. I got off the phone quickly. He called back immediately. I told him that I didn’t really want to talk while I was driving, especially in a city I don’t know very well. I said, “I’m hanging up now,” and I did even though he was still talking. He called right back again! I didn’t answer. Of course he had to leave a message. Here it is:

After finally remembering to listen to it a few hours later I was really glad I didn’t get together with him and would have been even if he didn’t say that he was late because he stayed to see the drag show!

“What-EV-rrr!”

I’m listening to “Alive and Kicking” from Themes by Simple Minds.

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December 11, 2007

Untitled #1

Someone has complained to me—and endlessly to many others so I’m told—about how he has been portrayed here. He “formally requested” that my entry about him and his picture be deleted. I won’t delete anything but this incident has made me think about sensible “Fair Use” policies and in the tension between Art and the online profile. It, in fact, inspired me to create the first in a potential series of “reimaginings” of online profile pictures.

I’m listening to “Kiss Me Black” from Junkyard by The Birthday Party.

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December 1, 2007

Sniper

From gay.com chat: The man who accuses everyone else of sniping once again sticks his colossal proboscis where it has no business. At least the other guys are funny.

Buster214: any masculine, stocky, hairy guys here?? 28 here
rickw82: buster are you athletic and masculine or just masculine?
Buster214: masculine and semi athletic
rickw82: i want big strong muscular guys to start a softball team with or little skinny puney fem ones as long as they are good at softball and they need to be reliable
bioman85: semi-athletic?
Buster214: gay and reliable?
rickw82: i’m gay and reliable
bioman85: that only makes me semi-hard
rickw82: the rest he can make up for with technique
Buster214: semi athletic means i dont play any sports but go to the gym
rickw82: i’m not in very good shape but i’m pretty athletic
bioman85: semi-hard means i dont have a full erection
rickw82: you give me half of your gym muscles and i’ll give you 1/4 of my athleticisim
howardn: why dont you just get your own gym muscles then
rickw82: takes work
howardn: so you are opposed to work?
howardn: why would anyone want to be on a softball team with you then
rickw82: well some types of work are more motivating than others. i’ll go hit softballs for an hour but i don’t want to spend an hour lifting weights
howardn: but you expect others to do it. hmmmmmm
rickw82: they wouldn’t play softball if they didn’t want to, because i expected them to
howardn: not talking about playing softball. you said “you give me half of your gym muscles and i’ll give you 1/4 of my athleticisim”
rickw82: firstly it was a joke. it’s not like you can even strike deals like that
howardn: but you want gym muscles on others
rickw82: if we are going to quote me.....
howardn: but dont want to do a 1/4 of the work yourself to get them you said “i want big strong muscular guys to start a softball team with or little skinny puney fem ones as long as they are good at softball” but then you didnt say give me your puney femness and I will give you 1/4 of my athleticism did you?
rickw82: well the puney fem would make the deal. he’ll give 1/4 of his athelticism for 1/2 the muscle
howardn: keep trying to backtalk yourself out of it
rickw82: i’ll argue all night. i’m good for that
howardn: why dont you just get offline and start working on your own gym muscles
rickw82: especially if it’s something silly like this
howardn: if you think your fat outofshapeness is silly, sobeit
rickw82: you’re obviously more concerned with it than i am
howardn: someone should be. the growing obesity of America is frightening
rickw82: i mean lets be fair, i’m not 500 pounds. i’m not 180 or 190 like i should be but i’m not so bad off
howardn: have you seen your pics?
rickw82: i’d say they are as good as yours.
howardn: you have breasts bigger than half the models on PROJECT RUNWAY
rickw82: and i find you equally unattractive
yngphillywrestler: howard reminds me of vincent price playing egghead on the old 60s batman tv show.
howardn: and I would love to see his “athleticism” in action. going up a flight of stairs without becoming winded doesnt quite count
rickw82: what would the challenge be? i mean i can’t rock climb or run marathons but i can hit softballs and catch
howardn: and eat the most hotdogs in 5 minutes
rickw82: what’s your talent?
southphilhottie: wait! time out! what started this feud?
rickw82: some off-hand comment i made
southphilhottie: ohh

I’m listening to “Cool Places” from The 12" Mixes by Sparks. Sparks’ Wikipedia entry, web site and myspace page (sorry) with videos!.

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November 28, 2007

Millennial

Yet another arrogant, entitled twenty-something thinks demeaning people online is harmless Tuesday afternoon entertainment on gay.com. Some people simply can’t see beyond their own lives: Just because they never meet anyone from a chat room then no one does. The fact that they don’t says more that I ever could.

WCHII: hey...have u seen RAMMER??
TheCreepingTerror: i talked to him yesterday.
WCHII: k...havent seen em in here and was just checkin to see if hes ok
TheCreepingTerror: he’s good
WCHII: oohh...tell em i said hello
TheCreepingTerror: ok
thezooguy: maybe ram died and he’s been rotting in his home for days. that is the fate of lonely old gay men i’m afraid
WCHII: thats not even close to funny. hes a gr8 guy
thezooguy: i can’t stand him
TheCreepingTerror: ram is lonley? do you know him?
twomen pa: why zoo
thezooguy: oh i don’t want to talk shit
WCHII: u just did...too late
thezooguy: no i didn’t. i made a terrible joke
twomen pa: tsk tsk
TheCreepingTerror: THAT was a joke?
twomen pa: time for your flogging
thezooguy: yeah. he hates it when i call him old
TheCreepingTerror: uh-huh
WCHII: i dont think he cares. don’t flatter urself
thezooguy: yes...i flatter myself at his expense. don’t flatter him but...just in case someone oughta go check him out. make sure he’s still breathin cause the longer you wait the messier the clean up
TheCreepingTerror: notice no one’s laffing
howardn: but also notice that half of his “good friends” in here have no way of contacting him but in here. so just how "good a friend" are they really. just how sincere is their concern
WCHII: i have his number
TheCreepingTerror: i had dinner with him on thursday, talked to him on friday and again yesterday.
thezooguy: everything is laughable two. everything
howardn: then why ask day after day if he is alrighth. why not call him to find out
TheCreepingTerror: i haven’t asked
TheCreepingTerror: ONE person asked. ONE. and he never claimed to be a good friend
thezooguy: when answers tell him i said he’s an old fart. waaaaaaaaaay past his prime if he ever had one
WCHII: why do u bust on people when they’re not here to defend themselves?
TheCreepingTerror: really. i was just gonna say they sure keep their traps shut when he’s here.
twomen pa: zoo you going down points
thezooguy: he couldn’t defend himself anyway. i’ve got him blocked
howardn: good lord, it is just an online chatroom. why do you care if they “bust” on them
thezooguy: my point exactly how
TheCreepingTerror: really? i thought it was pretty clear that we’re friends outside of the chatroom
thezooguy: he’s representin
howardn: I dont know the guy, but like you said he really wouldnt care if he was here. yet you all get your panties in a bunch over it
WCHII: why does this even bother ya howard?
howardn: get the poles out of your respective asses and lighten up. this is online, why in god’s name do you take it so seriously
WCHII: i get my pants in a bunch anytime some one slams some one who not here
thezooguy: no you don’t lol
WCHII: yes...i do
TheCreepingTerror: speaking of getting your panties in a bunch, howard, all YOU ever type in here is catty, queeny remarks
philaguy111: creeping terror is absolutely right (it kinda scares me to see myself saying that, but it’s true)
thezooguy: i can’t see what he says. i got him blocked too. creepy old men freak me out
TheCreepingTerror: if you had me blocked you wouldn’t have responded to me OR had to announce it to everyone
howardn: my remarks are directed at the amazing stupidity of the current chatters. I do not, nor have I ever taken a thing said in here to heart
TheCreepingTerror: well, it’s time you started. YOU’RE An ASS
thezooguy: you do argue a lot howard
howardn: as I already stated, half the people in here dont know the other half but to be in here. so why in the world would I really care what a complete stranger thought about me. that is the problem with most of you. you think you have to have the entire world adore you
TheCreepingTerror: i don’t care at all if people in here like me or not. i think my behavior proves that. defending a friend is something else
twomen pa: well zoo ram is younger than my bf
thezooguy: yeah but does your bf act like a creepy old man?
twomen pa: meet him and you tell me
thezooguy: i have met one of you. i didn’t get the creepy old man impression. TCT and ram definitely fit the creepy old man category
TheCreepingTerror: and you have you met me, zoo?
twomen pa: creep is howard on a rant again?
TheCreepingTerror: yes, 2. he is.
philaguy111: on the other hand, it’s even weirder to come to a chat room for the express purpose of insulting total strangers
thezooguy: that’s entertainment phil
TheCreepingTerror: that’s the lamest excuse in the online book “i’m just here to stir the shit and be entertained.” bullshit
twomen pa: entertainment is done with some wit
thezooguy: that’s not true. entertainment can take on any form. anything you can imagine and more
TheCreepingTerror: REALLY?!?!?! i DARE you to show me something i haven’t already seen.
philaguy111: makes a lot more sense to chat decently than sit there sniping at every word
howardn: yet you all constantly snipe at mine
TheCreepingTerror: howard, some of us actually chat. it’s YOU who only chimes in to snipe at people
twomen pa: oh like using the N word was entertainment
thezooguy: i just come in...strike a few chords...then sit back and laugh and pity you at the same time
TheCreepingTerror: that’s even more pathetic and more clichéd.
twomen pa: well this is too ugly
thezooguy: and it all started cause i made a dumb joke lol that’s what makes me laugh the most
TheCreepingTerror: right. a joke.
thezooguy: rawr!!

time out...

thezooguy: i don’t actually want to meet any of these people
twomen pa: zoo is getting on my nerves tonight
TheCreepingTerror: i wonder why?
lefty31: i thought we were having coffee?
thezooguy: i’ll meet you :) and i’ll grab coffee but i don’t do the gay scene*
TheCreepingTerror: wtf is the gay scene? 2 blocks square in cc?
lefty31: i never have. they are trying to make me lose my gay bar virginity
thezooguy: don’t bother. it’s not worth it. stay pure
TheCreepingTerror rolls eyes
TheCreepingTerror: and a homophobe to boot
twomen pa: hmmm
lefty31: nah. it’ll be fun. or interesting at least
thezooguy: i avoid the gay scene. i just do other things. you know... like 99% of philadelphia
TheCreepingTerror: why bother avoiding it? why not just integrate it? it doesn’t have to be all or nothing.
twomen pa: if he don’t like it he should not go. but to talk others out of going...
TheCreepingTerror: and it’s not just avoiding it anyway. he has to ANNOUNCE it to everyone. THAT’S the point.
lefty31: well tct, it is a chat room, everyone kind of announces everything to everyone. that’s the point in a way
TheCreepingTerror: there’s saying something and then there’s making a point of announcing it. he’s all about demeaning everyone
howardn: yes, he should just write a blog about, dont demean in the main chatroom
TheCreepingTerror: at least i do SOMETHING and i say nothing in my blog that i don’t say here
thezooguy: i’m not whiney or a queen
TheCreepingTerror: umm..yes you are
thezooguy: i guess i bitch a lot but i’m not bitchy
twomen pa: well tonight it doesn’t look that way
thezooguy: those are all very feminine terms
TheCreepingTerror: well...
howardn: it is alright for some in here to demean, bemoan and complain about others but not alright for others kind of like an updated gay Animal Farm
lefty31: did i miss something?
TheCreepingTerror: yes, lefty, you missed zoo’s rant about rammer supposedly being a lonely old man among other things
lefty31: aw. ram’s a good guy.
TheCreepingTerror: i know he is
twomen pa: apparently zoo thinks differently
thezooguy: i just said he could be dead
TheCreepingTerror: he said “maybe ram died. that is the fate of lonely old gay men i’m afraid”
mtairyguy40: it’s funny how some young men don’t think they’ll get older. lol
TheCreepingTerror: no shit, mtairy
thezooguy: i don’t think anyone believes they won’t get older
mtairyguy40: you act it.
thezooguy: because of my lack of grace when it comes to the aged?
TheCreepingTerror: because of your lack of grace in general
twomen pa: I hope someone treats you as badly as your treating ram when your our age
thezooguy: i’m not treating ram like anything
mtairyguy40: well the funny thing is, he’ll be arrogant no matter how old he is.
TheCreepingTerror: and that makes for a GREAT old age!
thezooguy: i’ll probably have the right to be no matter how old i am
mtairyguy40: no. you don’t have the “right” to be.
thezooguy: sure i have the right to do, say, and feel as i want
TheCreepingTerror: oh god
mtairyguy40: evidently you don’t.
philaguy111: maybe not, mtairy, reality has a way of deflating some people’s arrogance when they realize no one shares their high opinion of themselves
mtairyguy40: and the funny thing is he looks like an elf. that’s not exactly “hot.”
TheCreepingTerror: well, he IS from the zoo
mtairyguy40: should be under a tree wrapping gifts for kids.
thezooguy: mtairy you show spite more than anything
mtairyguy40: no. i just don’t like you picking on people in here.
thezooguy: so put me in my place daddy
mtairyguy40: live and let live. and leave people alone.
thezooguy: you’re setting a great example
mtairyguy40: you’re like 28? LOL you’re not exactly a “kid.”
mtairyguy40: i don’t have to set an example for idiots. not my job. god i can’t wait for the recession to sweep away guys like you. you’ll be unemployed immediately. thank god.
thezooguy: i don’t need a job my husband makes the money
mtairyguy40: that’s why you’re online so often trolling the rooms?
thezooguy: trolling ehhh not so much
TheCreepingTerror: husbands get tired of making all the money eventually
thezooguy: you speak like you know a lot about me
TheCreepingTerror: and you speak as if you know about everyone else. what’s the difference?
mtairyguy40: he’ll get tired of supporting your ass the moment it sags. any minute now Mr. Almost 30. i like your ear cuff. you look very mature.
thezooguy: is that when your ass sagged? cause i’m not built as average as you
mtairyguy40: no. but your brain seems sub-standard retro-fit...and your heart if you have one.
thezooguy: gosh
mtairyguy40: plus you look like a gooddamned elf dude.
thezooguy: how you talk
mtairyguy40: be a man. don’t you care that almost everyone hates you?
lefty31: zoo. that’s not cool. rise above it. personal attacks won’t make anyone feel better in the end
thezooguy: i’m not making personal attacks
mtairyguy40: how’s that zoo job going?
thezooguy: i’m just laughing at him and feelig pity
mtairyguy40: have you serviced your ape today?
thezooguy: see i just laughed
mtairyguy40: what’s your pay up to now? $1.99 an hour?
thezooguy: then i felt a little pity
mtairyguy40: i actually know your boss.
thezooguy: oop more pity
mtairyguy40: lol no comment there.
thezooguy: you helped me prove my point mt. pull the sticks out of your asses. it’s just chat
mtairyguy40: no. i helped you in no way whatsoever and you’re just an ass. guys like you end up in the dustbin all by themselves. you really don’t need any help.

thezooguy signs off...

TheCreepingTerror: aww...he’s gone
mtairyguy40: sorry i jumped into it. i felt compelled.
TheCreepingTerror: he probably had to shut off the computer because his meal ticket came home
ufillme: what the f was that all about??
TheCreepingTerror: it’s sickening how many people just like him come in here
mtairyguy40: well wait til we hit this long-awaitd recession. the grants will dry up and they’ll be laying his ass off over at the zoo.
mtairyguy40: have a good night gents.

*I could be wrong but isn’t gay.com part of the “gay scene?”

I’m listening to “Voices” from The Sickness by Disturbed.

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November 26, 2007

Pier One porn

I received these photos, both in the same email, from a Yahoo group today. I’m not sure I can think of anything less hot than futon frame bondage with tea lights. Note also the leopard-skin rug. Even ignoring the ridiculous wicker chair and guitar, fact that the second picture was taken in broad daylight with the shades open is mind-boggling. They must have been up all night.

I’m listening to “American Way” from Legion Of Boom by The Crystal Method.

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November 12, 2007

Busted!

A friend of mine from New Orleans wrote to me last night. He saw my name on a hook-up web site and we had been out of touch for a while. I was really glad to hear from him and I mentioned that we had another friend in common. This was his reply:

WARNING! That “upstairs tenant,” (“Rayne,” Mark Smith, whatever) is one thieving junkie. Do not let him in your home! D and I took pity on him when he was “breaking up” with his BF here and was kicked out into the street. Fun fuck and seemingly had his shit together. Introduced him to friends who he’d trick with but became especially attached to the owner (since hurricane) of the Phoenix [great NOLA bar w/back room -hsl], Bobby. Things started disappearing from the start - toys, leather, DVD/CDs, and little baggies of Miss T and shots of caverject. Initially blamed tricks who attended play parties but then Bobby and I talked and same shit at his house. When Rayne/Mark was gone out we inspected his space upstairs. JACKPOT! D’s, Bobby’s, mine and who knows who else’s stuff. Subsequently have met others who also had their own stories. Immediate eviction upon his return - excuse? “I was only borrowing the stuff. I should've asked permission I guess” Within days he disappeared from N.O. and I noted his profile lists Philly as his new home/crime scene…so be warned! Sorry to discuss the unpleasantries, but your message necessitated a prompt warning. Pass along to any who may become his next prey. The whole episode left me quite bitter; (DUH!) open one's home to help someone and they shit in one’s helping hand. At least he didn’t make off with some favorite toys, leather, DVD/CDs, but a small fortune of recreational materials have fallen down a deep hole of a junkie.

I really don’t think I need to add anything here except that this explains why “rayne” never bothered to say hello to his landlord/fuck buddy from me during the course of his several months in New Orleans. Luckily, I guess, we’ve never met in person.

I’m listening to “That's What You Always Say” from Days Of Wine And Roses by The Dream Syndicate.

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November 6, 2007

Poofter

It seems Larry Craig’s former back-door man—or the only one not too mortified to talk about it, at least—is having sudden problems with the powers-that-be. Again, Wonkette has the goods with some hilarious Vanity Plate law clarification at the WaPo:

“You may have grown fond of your personalized plates,” but they are “socially, racially or ethnically offensive or disparaging” and “you must return them.” There was no explanation for why it took Virginia 11 years to figure out what “poofter” means.

I so want to be on the DMV Word Committee!

(Thanks Karen!)

I’m listening to “Let X=X” from United States Live by Laurie Anderson.

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November 4, 2007

Drunk

From gay.com chat. I know this is REALLY long but, the depth of Westwoood’s offensiveness and idiocy makes me feel good about me, so I just couldn’t edit much more than I did. By the way, he’s originally from the thriving metropolis known as Easton PA. That matters later.

RAMMER009: I paid _____ $50 once, NOT to have sex with me
itsmarkbaby: I spent that on the street hustler to ahve sex with me
RAMMER009: I know
westwoood: of course you all spent money youre all from philly\
sPoconoGuy: west why you so nasty tonight
TheCreepingTerror: he is this nasty EVERY night
RAMMER009: west always is
TheCreepingTerror: and, i hear, a REALLY sloppy drunk
RAMMER009: or he wouldn't be westwoood
sPoconoGuy: not with that face
westwoood: well survey says people born in philly are ugly uneducated fat and just plain miserable
westwoood: and i find that to be tru
RAMMER009: I heard "alcoholic" too
westwoood: so what if i am
westwoood: i dont disguise my habits
TheCreepingTerror: i wish you would
itsmarkbaby: so do i
westwoood: i just thank god i wasnt born here
westwoood: maybe you people need a bit of reality
RAMMER009: or a drink
TheCreepingTerror: YOU are reality??
sPoconoGuy: man, my mom waited till I was 5 before she gave me my first gin and tonic
westwoood: how many times will i hear brittany's new album at pure prob till 2010
RAMMER009: brittany? drunk again
westwoood: did i spell it wrong
westwoood: sorry you must have been at the wall listneing
itsmarkbaby: now if I knew I was gonna go somehwere to get the same ole shit I dont want, I think it's my fault for goin there in the first place
westwoood: and not the music store
westwoood: pure stinks
westwoood: as far as music goes
westwoood: can i hear whitney again
westwoood: and the gay population can support innovation and diversity here in philly
westwoood: and it cant
westwoood: by fact of the music
westwoood: nice cock
TheCreepingTerror: innovation and diversity are missing from the gay community worldwide now that we've been assimilated.
westwoood: i dont have anything against the chinks
westwoood: but their dirty living situation makes my rent cheap TheCreepingTerror: please tell us where you're from that's so fucking great
RAMMER009: hell

Time out…

RAMMER009: I like restoring things
westwoood: shut of
westwoood: youve restored ass
westwoood: not homes
westwoood: i have my degree inh color and execution
westwoood: so i'll remodle your shed someday
westwoood: Rammer needs complete remodle
westwoood: so anyone want to join me for diner meatloaf?
sPoconoGuy: where
TheCreepingTerror: why would ANYONE want to join such a nasty asshole for anything?
howardn: enema?
sPoconoGuy: I just think he is cute, that's all
TheCreepingTerror: of course and that trumps all. incredible.
westwoood: maybe im a bit tooo bold for your old ass
TheCreepingTerror: bold? i doubt it
westwoood: hmm really
westwoood: you changed your SN for me
TheCreepingTerror: yes, JUST for you
westwoood: yep
westwoood: its Nov please\
westwoood: you do tooo
westwoood: spoc has babies in pods
westwoood: i wasnt born in a pod
westwoood: i like chad and he love my cat
westwoood: whats your beef\
westwoood: if you have any
westwoood: other to be a phila phag
TheCreepingTerror: my beef is that you're a nasty, drunk asshole. how's that?
westwoood: um ok
TheCreepingTerror: YOu're not "bold," you're just a jerk off
westwoood: you the one whose sizing up meth pipes
TheCreepingTerror: meth...alcohol...so what?
westwoood: hmmm
gaytopgeek_nj: someone has some bad teeth, most meth users do
westwoood: sizing up meth pipes
westwoood: guess what its not me
TheCreepingTerror: i don't come in here and act like an ass because i'm tweaked but you do it when you're drunk all the time
westwoood: so
westwoood: you talked aboput before buying pipes and selling to our youth
TheCreepingTerror: youth?
TheCreepingTerror: i was talking about selling them to men in their 40s
westwoood: or how you can make a profit doing it
TheCreepingTerror: i can
westwoood: and selling pipes
TheCreepingTerror: legally
westwoood: so you cant prove im drunk
westwoood: im not driving
westwoood: yeah
westwoood: nice
westwoood: crack hole
westwoood: who are you to judge me
westwoood: you fat and old
westwoood: and 50+
TheCreepingTerror: i might ask you the same thing. you're too young to judge me
westwoood: so im prob paying for your workers comp
westwoood: my mom is too young to judge you\
westwoood: but she does
westwoood: i can judge any9one i want\
TheCreepingTerror: as can i
westwoood: i live in philly\
sPoconoGuy: west, lighten up man, u r way to young to be nasty
westwoood: and you live in the burbs
westwoood: im way to smart to be nasty\
westwoood: but you have to here
TheCreepingTerror: if you hate philly so much, i'm sure i'm not the only person who'd be happy to see you leave
westwoood: sure considering you dont live in city limits
TheCreepingTerror: who doesn't?
westwoood: hmmm
chubme: westwood you are too cute to be mean
westwoood: right
TheCreepingTerror: he gets less cute by the second, even people who have fucked him have told me so
westwoood: well people over 55 dont
TheCreepingTerror: who's over 55?
westwoood: your fat creepiness gets older by the minute
westwoood: anhd for you to talk about city folk
westwoood: who actually try to m ake thius place bvetter
westwoood: you have a lot of nerve
TheCreepingTerror: i live here! and i was born at 12th & pine, you moron
westwoood: you were born ther 60 years ao
westwoood: no one cares
TheCreepingTerror: no, not 60
westwoood: npr are you making any impact on QOL
TheCreepingTerror: and why do you care. you hate philly anyway
westwoood: so how old are you
westwoood: do you know what QOL means?
TheCreepingTerror: Quality of Life? who doesn't know that?
westwoood: so i do - i have to live here with the rest of the baboons till 08
TheCreepingTerror: i am twice your age. what in the world makes you think you know something i don't?
westwoood: so i make the best of it
TheCreepingTerror: you call this making the best?
westwoood: baboonland
TheCreepingTerror: buffoon, in your case
westwoood: where do you live blue collar baboon
TheCreepingTerror: can you read? look at my bio-line
westwoood: no i mised it
westwoood: and i spelled it worng too
TheCreepingTerror: or spell?
TheCreepingTerror: "worng"
westwoood: your at?\
TheCreepingTerror: "you're"
westwoood: spelled thart wring to
TheCreepingTerror: "thart" "wring"" "to"
TheCreepingTerror: have another cocktail
howardn: is that Swahili?
westwoood: na answers
westwoood: and i answerered that black
TheCreepingTerror: he's disgusting
westwoood: hmmm
westwoood: the prob\
westwoood: no one in philly can hadle me
TheCreepingTerror: sure, that's it
westwoood: you cant
TheCreepingTerror: or handle either
westwoood: iget no response
TheCreepingTerror: i know ALL about you
westwoood: so
westwoood: lol
westwoood: spill it then
westwoood: i have no secrets
TheCreepingTerror: mmm-hmm
westwoood: think this is some
westwoood: b;ack
westwoood: male
westwoood: hmm no
westwoood: so spill it
westwoood: make up shit
westwoood: you 60+
westwoood: let it roll;l
westwoood: hmm no response
westwoood: what i thought
westwoood: hmmm
joshie564: pvt me
westwoood: i get no response
westwoood: like i said maybe im a bit too bold for you aol
TheCreepingTerror: right. bold. drunk maybe.
westwoood: hmmm
westwoood: get rid of service electrif
TheCreepingTerror: a blowhard, definitely
westwoood: you are 60+ i have no concerns about plunddering you
westwoood: vomit in my meatloaf
westwoood: i have bee infected by mushrooms
westwoood: im a hidden jewel
westwoood: i know
westwoood: i am
westwoood: loooki at all these without soul or their legs
westwoood: toofar
inkedguy25: souless and legless?
westwoood: yes
westwoood: any objections?
westwoood: didnt think so
westwoood: later look on craigslist
westwoood: sure you are familiar with it
westwoood: hmmmm
westwoood: no one likes the truth
sagscott: truth about what?
howardn: birth control pills
sPoconoGuy: and bra straps

Time Out…

westwoood: anyone miss mew
phillyscubabear: south philly looking to suck
westwoood: mooo moooo
westwoood: fine
westwoood: another fat boy waiting to suck
westwoood: or PR
westwoood: whom make great tacos
westwoood: either a pig or a mixicano
westwoood: lol
westwoood: same
westwoood: it's label hour
westwoood: hmmm
westwoood: hmmmmm
westwoood: again
westwoood: no one can taqe critism
sPoconoGuy: it's spelled taque

Time Out…

westwoood: yo hunnis im back
westwoood: and i cnt get enuf
westwoood: i love the fact philly doesn't understand pure dance
bioman85: huh?
bioman85: whats pure dance?
bioman85: we work
westwoood: BBC Radio !
westwoood: BBC RADIO 1
westwoood: anyone feel let alone by gay.com or manhunt?
westwoood: yes
upennsex: anyone near the art museum?
Kasterz2002: Rodan, van gogh, monet???
Kasterz2002: Rocky?
westwoood: bare butt - meatloaf - menthol - figure it
westwoood: hot
westwoood: what is it
westwoood: old guy do not want to outline
westwoood: their situation
westwoood: even though they all seem to bein one
westwoood: hey fuck mcdonalds
westwoood: that infuriate any niggas
westwoood: oh righ
westwoood: those poeples dont affords calcuoators
westwoood: no one
westwoood: oh my
westwoood: deliver me meatloaf
westwoood: from a diner and fuck me raw
westwoood: sides mash potatoes and stuffing
westwoood: hey nigggars
westwoood: 2 ls of meqat
westwoood: 3 lbs of meat
westwoood: 4 ground sirloin'
PBO-NE-PHL: meds od?
TheCreepingTerror: no, just simple alcohol poisoning
TheCreepingTerror: who else is thankful that "dirtybriefsbottom" has no picture?
TheCreepingTerror: hi lo!
leatherotter: TCT!
leatherotter: how are you, Terror?
westwoood: no one knows
TheCreepingTerror: i'm ok. i just installed leopard and i'm having fun. i feel better too. you??
leatherotter: meh. been somewhat of a moody night. :/
westwoood: i'll fuck you and your 18 th yo kiss
westwoood: hot
westwoood: drag and turkewy fuck the
leatherotter: it's horrible (to me at least) that there have been 3 OS upgrades I haven't had the opportunity to check out. :(
westwoood: your poor
westwoood: buy them
westwoood: lol
leatherotter: my poor what?
westwoood: your poor ass can't afflord the update
westwoood: nigg-as
westwoood: assss
westwoood: no os x for you
westwoood: just change
westwoood: none fofr you niggar either
TheCreepingTerror: woood is REALLY plastered tonight
westwoood: i dont thing you leave your ho9use
westwoood: creeping
westwoood: lol
TheCreepingTerror: i believe i was at the supermarket not 30 minutes ago.
westwoood: you def dont come to CC
TheCreepingTerror: do you have spies in here watching me when you're not signed on?
TheCreepingTerror: i was in cc last night and am there almost every day
leatherotter: awwww. westwood's lonely, Creeping. :(
TheCreepingTerror: i worked at the archives and had a burger with rammer
westwoood: you dont come here
westwoood: you love the burbs
TheCreepingTerror: the burbs?? i live at 40th & baltimore!
westwoood: 'yeh when you were 27
TheCreepingTerror: i HATE the burbs
westwoood: ew
westwoood: so that part of phila that no onbe goes to
TheCreepingTerror: yeah, Penn...NO ONE goes there
westwoood: you are basically burbs
leatherotter: if they can't stumble home from the bar, it's a burb, TCT.
TheCreepingTerror: really
westwoood: but you c an trolly AND bus it
westwoood: nasty
TheCreepingTerror: i can walk to cc in 15 minutes
westwoood: you old whore
leatherotter: *GASP*
leatherotter: WALK!?!?!?
TheCreepingTerror: i was born at 12th & pine. you think you can tell me something about center city, you fucking idiot?
westwoood: hows the walk to 61 an Paswsyunk?
westwoood: grezt
westwoood: bavk in 21940\
TheCreepingTerror: 61 & passyunk is nowhere near me
westwoood: wh9 crees
TheCreepingTerror: YOU do since you keep bringing it up
westwoood: your mom ius near me
westwoood: n o ojne cares if you were born in 1840
TheCreepingTerror: my mom's in a box in blackwood nj
TheCreepingTerror: YOU care
westwoood: hot
westwoood: i'll eat it
TheCreepingTerror: why are you obsessed with me?
westwoood: im surpruse d she isdnt in the river
leatherotter: he wants a load, maybe?
TheCreepingTerror: he doesn't deserve my load
westwoood: ifo
TheCreepingTerror: are you actually looking at what you're typing before you hit the enter key?
westwoood: im well aware - throw your mom in the river
TheCreepingTerror: he's been rambling insanely all night
TheCreepingTerror: it's a shame. he's a handsome kid. too bad he's such a flaming asshole

Short time out so he can type a coherent sentence…

westwoood: Funny thing is Idont think any of you know what the deal is - just show up in your mercedes
TheCreepingTerror: how many corrections did you have to make in that sentence before you sent it?
westwoood: but this is SNJ so i accrpt tjr mrstlos
leatherotter: uh...
TheCreepingTerror: wow. was that polish?
westwoood: hey if NNJ guy are meatheads - SNJ must be meatheads x3
westwoood: do i haVE A NIGGARkong
westwoood: oxed
westwoood: yeah now
westwoood: oxed
westwoood: hey niggars
westwoood: ive had anAMAZING
westwoood: night
westwoood: ande not gun shots
westwoood: NO SHOTS
leatherotter: poor thing...
westwoood: FOR ALL YOU BIG BIRTHING BLACK PEOPLE
TheCreepingTerror: it seems to me you've had MANY shots
westwoood: CAUSE THATS YOU
westwoood: YOU EX PR BF hASNT SHot me YET*
leatherotter: Mmmm. Flaming Asshole, Raging Racist. Wheee!
westwoood: xLL ME A RACISTS - blacks CAUSE MST OF intercity crime
ivan_314: well out of the mouths of babes and drunks
westwoood: and so deo latin0s
TheCreepingTerror: out of the mouths of babes and drunks comes lots of vomit
westwoood: no one is gay enuf ti admit it
westwoood: People of color cause most crime
ivan_314: yeah none of the crime is do to white boys that can't handle there liquour or spell...lol
westwoood: Hmmm
westwoood: talk to the family of the Cop that was shot
westwoood: nor to mention the 3 that were killed in the past 24 hours
leatherotter: I'm so glad you were home doing nothing about it, too!
ivan_314: oh no he was doing something.....toasting to the dead
westwoood: and wjat am i supposed to do
westwoood: if i inew id be c ashing in the 150KJ
ivan_314: and then probably some manscaping and self admiring in the mirror
TheCreepingTerror: well, you seem to expect US to be doing something
leatherotter: getting rid of the colored, I'd wager. X(
westwoood: no i doht
TheCreepingTerror: then just clam the fuck up
westwoood: you know what
TheCreepingTerror: you're an asshole?
westwoood: yuou can ass sucjk my ass
westwoood: first
westwoood: leahtdere oereer
TheCreepingTerror: sorry, no
westwoood: ewh hid= smokkers
westwoood: can oleagvce
TheCreepingTerror: you know what's really sad? he'll read this in the morning and NOT regret it
westwoood: and you you fat mothe fcuker
westwoood: you you crepper
westwoood: tonnbe
westwoood: who love to do young boys
westwoood: you8 love toucvhihng them
TheCreepingTerror: who loves young boys? certainly not me.
westwoood: you are abnotn 60 uyears oldpleas go to boscovs and die [I actually thought this was pretty fucking funny -hsl]
leatherotter: I'd argue with that if I knew what the fuck it said.
westwoood: no one wa nts you and your 7yy=yo asss
westwoood: xzkjcbfkjhbzfkkk
westwoood: and i dont care
westwoood: you just keep listenintgin to you BS like the reest opf phillyh'
TheCreepingTerror: you must care since you can't go 5 minutes without talking about it
westwoood: causse its sxooooo sad
TheCreepingTerror: oh, i bet they just love you wherever it is you come from
westwoood: bi want to vo ityRand people dontyty likek me her c]ause i spewk the truth
TheCreepingTerror: no, people don't like you because you're an obnoxious drunk
leatherotter: are you speaking? or spasming?
TheCreepingTerror: and i've heard this first hand
westwoood: its so funny
westwoood: phila dont even know
TheCreepingTerror: “i've met 13 year-olds who could hold their liquor better”
TheCreepingTerror: “he couldn't even remember his own name”
westwoood: lol
TheCreepingTerror: you want more reviews
westwoood: they are youre 22 yo x ?2
westwoood: Phila ant gont notin on london
westwoood: Radio !
westwoood: BBC.co.uk
mtairyguy40: and London aint got nothing on Turin so what.
westwoood: bbc.co.uk
TheCreepingTerror: wow, they have radio in england?
TheCreepingTerror: no!
TheCreepingTerror: wow
westwoood: you ever listen
westwoood: apparently you cant afford sirius
westwoood: you stick with WIOQ
TheCreepingTerror: i listen to bbc world service sometimes. i don't like their music channels much
westwoood: ol
westwoood: but you love Q1023
TheCreepingTerror: and i listen to sirius on the computer for free
westwoood: Q102
westwoood: loll
mtairyguy40: how come everyone's always arguing in here?
TheCreepingTerror: no, it's only westwood who's arguing and he's been doing it for HOURS
westwoood: cnat listnen for freee
TheCreepingTerror: he believes that he somehow “discovered” bbc radio
westwoood: resitsmwhat
westwoood: you puertorcan
mtairyguy40: bbc radio is great.
westwoood: well you havent
woof60: maybe he's Cloudah Rodgers
westwoood: no onei in phila has
TheCreepingTerror: yep. he's acting like it's brand new and that we provincial philadelphians could never have known about it before him
westwoood: whateer
TheCreepingTerror: yet he REFUSES to say where he's from, probably because they hate him there
westwoood: you guys wh0 have been blue collar in phia cant stand me
mtairyguy40: which guys who "have been blue collar"?
westwoood: im live in chinatown
mtairyguy40: "i'm live in chinatown?
TheCreepingTerror: thank god you're not on tape
westwoood: and proud to say from Easton
mtairyguy40: maybe he's just being misunderstood.
mtairyguy40: Easton!!!!!!!
mtairyguy40: now that is provincial!
TheCreepingTerror: oh my god! easton! crayolatown!
westwoood: what evr
westwoood: i live ih nyc for 6 year
mtairyguy40: when? as a baby?
TheCreepingTerror: big fucking deal. so did i, and in the 70s when it was fun
westwoood: more than any of you can sayh'
TheCreepingTerror: um...didn't i just say that i lived there too??
westwoood: you were alll tending to children
westwoood: lol
mtairyguy40: we're building more $2 million condos now then they are there.
mtairyguy40: "tending to children?"
mtairyguy40: are you an adult?
westwoood: and got marrried at firehouses
westwoood: hot
mtairyguy40: oh my god. is he real? it's like someone on meds who's suddenly "off" them.
TheCreepingTerror: i can't believe someone from easton has the crust to criticize people from philly! have you ever BEEN to easton???
mtairyguy40: it has like 3 roads i think.
mtairyguy40: and a restaurant.
TheCreepingTerror: i'm rolling here
westwoood: you arnt from philly
TheCreepingTerror: i AM from philly. born and raised
westwoood: no you are not
TheCreepingTerror: i was born at 12th & pine
westwoood: loll=
westwoood: spo
westwoood: you zrnt here anyone
westwoood: its my town\
westwoood: im central;ized
TheCreepingTerror: umm...you're in chinatown, not exactly the beating heart of center city
TheCreepingTerror: go have some general tso's stray cat
westwoood: you think chinks are out after midnight
westwoood: hmmkm
mtairyguy40: ok. i can't communicate with him.
mtairyguy40: so....how about those Redsox.?
TheCreepingTerror: surprise!
TheCreepingTerror: he's REALLY plastered
TheCreepingTerror: not that he's much better sober
woof60: sheetrocked
mtairyguy40: he's plastered?
TheCreepingTerror: yes
westwoood: you seeem to like young asian chinky orientals
TheCreepingTerror: 300 sheets to the wind
leatherotter: 800ply!
mtairyguy40: he's cute too. but it just goes to show you how little a picture says.
TheCreepingTerror: it's a shame
westwoood: i wabbt meatloaf
TheCreepingTerror: so go fucking get some
westwoood: i will do niggars or chinks for money
westwoood: they are easy for noodles
westwoood: meow
westwoood: whos game
westwoood: dont grab yyur keys thyen are mine chinko
westwoood: i'll buy you rice
mtairyguy40: i don't even know how to help him save face.
westwoood: i run NYC
leatherotter: I wouldn't worry about it I think
westwoood: cant caterter to bnationalities
mtairyguy40: i guess but i was giving him the benefit of the doubt at first.
mtairyguy40: like maybe he's drnk and just needed a mental slap.
mtairyguy40: but no.
mtairyguy40: lost cause.
TheCreepingTerror: no, mtairy, he's just an asshole
westwoood: no oine knows whats up
westwoood: lol
westwoood: no one cares\
westwoood: ill fuckm your kat
westwoood: hes has atght a
westwoood: as
westwoood: welcome to the nes philA
mtairyguy40: u sure it was male?
westwoood: i willl eat yur cat - drink A DEad cops cum, and lick thecorpse o\]at 15 n Sansoj
mtairyguy40: so he's drunk AND schizophrenic?
westwoood: andi wnt moneu - i run NYC - losers
mtairyguy40: yes, "moneu" is a great thing to have.
mtairyguy40: what an idiot. are you romanian? (forgive me for insulting romanians)
mtairyguy40: i wish he'd just pass out.
westwoood: gi8mme more
westwoood: gimme motr
westwoood: gimme mptr
westwoood: giirmtr
westwoood: mtr motr
westwoood: otror
westwoood: syeah rock it Qtown
westwoood: more
westwoood: more
westwoood: morefginmer
westwoood: miimmer
westwoood: ahahhahhhhahaa
westwoood: aaxbrthin heviy
westwoood: i wnt i t
westwoood: i ewnat
onetom4u: oh jesus
westwoood: i bheard i t
westwoood: ohman firngee
westwoood: v dom e ej
TheCreepingTerror: FIRNGEE!
onetom4u gets an interpreter for westwood
westwoood: i wangt it
leatherotter: LOL TCT
woof60: anyone on PCP that can interpret? Anyone?
onetom4u slaps the shit out of westwood
TheCreepingTerror: i would so pay to see that tommie
onetom4u: haaaa
onetom4u sells tickets
leatherotter: I dunno. seems like he's got an endless supply of shit to get beaten out

*I’m not sure if he’s referring to my actual PR/Italian ex-bf Cecilio (Leo) or not. I can’t imagine why he’d know him but Philly is a notoriously small town that way.

I’m listening to “Eyes Sharp” from Culture by Liquid Liquid.

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October 8, 2007

Why do you think they call it “dope?”

From gay.com chat:

The_Myth: damn stoners
seek9: whats wrong with stoners??
HighStrungLoner: this is wrong with them, seek9 (read your own bio line): “anyone in the CC cuty area, near browd or front stm”
seek9: I’M NEAR FRONT. I live at 5th and passyunk
seek9: that bio line is like 2 years old, sorry i don’t update regularly
HighStrungLoner: you haven’t corrected the spelling in two years??? STONER!!
The_Myth: lol@hsl
seek9: so sue me, i don’t update my gay.com profile
HighStrungLoner: seek, you are so proving my point
seek9: well, i just wish i knew what that point was’
HighStrungLoner: exactly.
seek9: i guess thats why my husbands don’t stick around

I’m listening to “Breathing In Fumes” from Remixes (81-04) by Depeche Mode.

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October 7, 2007

At the baths

I went to the Sansom St. Gym two Saturdays ago. I was only half thinking about going and then I chatted with a very hot guy from North Jersey online who said he was going to meet a friend there around 8 pm, so that sort of made up my mind for me. He said he was going to slam some crystal meth first so I didn't take his timeline very seriously.

I got there much earlier than I normally do, around 8:30-9:00, and the first floor was already sold out. I don't like the upper floors of this place much and the room they gave me was the last one in a dead-end hallway. Thanks, guys.

Anyway, I got undressed and wandered around a bit but there was nothing much going on, really. Where was everyone? Usually I get some action right away at bathhouses and then nothing, nothing, nothing for a while and then a long stretch of fun before I leave. Tonight we went directly to Step Two.

I went back to my room and lay on the bed trying to look alluring, not that anyone was going to be passing by.

Eventually a guy came in and started sucking my dick. He wasn’t my ideal of beauty but he was a good cocksucker. We re-arraged ourselves so that he was on his knees and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. That was better. He really liked getting my PA as deep into his throat as he could and holding it there. He could keep it in for longer than anyone I’d ever seen. I was even holding his head and fucking his throat really hard. He didn't even flinch. Amazing. Again we changed positions to more of a 69-ish thing but I knew he didn’t want me to suck his dick. I stuck one, two, three, then four fingers in his hole. He was wet with J-Lube. He got on his hands and knees and I knelt behind him. Getting my entire hand in was easy and I fucked him hard with my forearm for a long time. My hand began to cramp and I told him I needed to take a breather. He said he was in the sling room and I told him I’d stop by later. I slept for a few minutes.

Downstairs, things weren't much better than when I had arrived. I said hello to a guy who might have been the man I was supposed to meet but i wasn’t sure. He didn’t seem that interested so it didn’t really matter if it was him or not, I guess.

I made myself comfortable on a bench along the back wall of one of the group rooms and stroked myself. The guy from the sling room came in, got on his knees and began blowing me again. A really hot Latin guy laid down on the platform in front of me. His hairy ass was beautiful. I leaned forward and started to finger it. He rose up to meet it. I stood up and the sling guy said "You want to fist me now? Right here?" I told him I wanted to get some of this Latin ass first. And I did.

Luckily my dick was already hard and he was already lubed. As I mounted him and began entering his hole he again rose to meet my cock. The hair around his hole felt great and I paused there for a bit but he wasn’t having any of that. He said “Fuck me” and pushed his ass into my groin. I got on one knee, grabbed his hips and pounded him hard. He was loose and lubed enough for me to be able to pull my dick out completely on each stroke but not so loose that it didn't feel good. He was a really active bottom and made it easy for me. Men started to gather around us, stroking. There were two older guys in a dark corner who caught my eye. One of them might have been the slammer but I still wasn’t sure. They were watching me, stroking each other and playing with each other’s nipples. Being watched makes me even harder. The Latin guy was now flat on his stomach, holding onto the edges of the platform, moaning with each thrust as I continued plowing his hole. I was close to busting but I couldn’t decide if I wanted to shoot. Then a hand reached in to tweak my nipple and I couldn’t help myself. I let it rip. After I shot, he wouldn’t let my cock go, squeezing it with his ass and grinding into me. Finally I pushed away and went upstairs.

I cleaned up, threw my clothes on, grabbed a coffee and went outside for a smoke. Then I went back to my room and closed the door. I needed to recharge for a bit.

To be continued…

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October 1, 2007

Miller High Life

Concerned Women for America and The Catholic League were offended by this poster for this year’s Folsom Street Fair. The former said the fair was “reminiscent of biblical Sodom and Gomorrah” and the latter is calling for a boycott of Miller Brewing Company because of their ongoing sponsorship of the event. Miller says they’ll continue to support the fair but asked that their logo be removed from this particular poster, saying it would have been their policy with or without the complaints from religious groups. Good for them. You can see a larger version of the offending artwork here.

I’m listening to “Ruby Baby” from The Nightfly by Donald Fagen.

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Iranian blogger

From Messiah, masih.malakut.org, Sept. 25:

Dude, someone should take Ahmadinejad’s hand and take him to Daneshju Park in Valiasr Crossing. No need for explanation. Just hold on firmly to his hand so that he does not get too excited. We all know that when he is among different people and ethnic groups, he tries to blend in and considers becoming one of them as his undeniable duty. So be careful, God forbid, that when he is in Daneshju Park, this feeling of duty might arise and cause him trouble! Unlike those boys who have gender confusion in that godforsaken park, a president cannot pluck his eyebrows, or wear tight-fitting clothes, or put on blusher.

I’m listening to “Kudala Besifuna” from The Lion Of Soweto by Mahlathini and the Mahotella Queens.

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September 21, 2007

Planter

A set of four from Science + Sons, each depicting a different urban park scene. $150 CAD.

I’m listening to “I Think We’re Alone Now” from The Rubinoos by The Rubinoos.

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September 19, 2007

Didn’t Charles Manson hang out there?

I got an interesting message tonight from this adorable guy in Palm Springs:

fuck i wish i could look into those eyes as you breed me and say thank you daddy satan for your load!

Anytime! (Isn’t that Spahn Ranch in the background?)

I’m listening to “Little by Little” from The Silver Collection by Dusty Springfield.

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September 17, 2007

A History of Violence

A friend of mine told me that Viggo Mortensen and David Cronenberg have a sado-masochistic sexual relationship but I didn’t believe him. Then I saw this picture and article in today’s Inky. I should have listened because he’s always right about this kind of thing.

I’m listening to “Touch of Evil” by Henry Mancini from Music in the First Degree.

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September 9, 2007

Viva!

I love this poster for a tranny site in the UK.

I’m listening to “Because He's New” from Jupiter by my long-time friends King of Siam.

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September 7, 2007

Tom Cat

I walked into the New Improved Tom Cat Bookstore around 11 pm last friday night with a friend. I wrote all about the layout in my previous post so I’ll skip that part. I had a lot of time to check it out since it was pretty empty when I got there. I’m not sure if this is because it was closed during the renovation or because people had just stopped going there. In either case, I hope people find out how nice it is because it could really be fun with a good crowd there. As it was, there were less than a dozen men when I arrived and, since the place isn’t small, it seemed quite empty.

I figured I’d have the best luck in the dark area that’s half TV lounge and half gloryholes since everyone seemed to wander in and out of there eventually and it was the unofficial smoking area. I was right. I saw a good-looking, lean guy, about my age, relaxing against the wall behind the gloryholes, groping himself. I walked up to him and rubbed his chest through his shirt. He leaned in and began kissing me. Very nice. He unbuttoned his shirt, showing a furry chest, and we got into some nipple play. We unzipped and pulled out our dicks. We got each other hard but it became obvious to me that he really only wanted a blow job. I think his constant pressure on the top of my head was a good indicator of that. I politely resisted and went on my way.

A really hairy, really drunk guy stumbled around for a while in his jockey shorts. I resisted the urge to hide his clothes behind the jukebox.

I should also point out that there were other guys at the Tom Cat—younger, less hairy guys—who had a more “commercial” look. These men would probably be much more appealing to the majority of men looking for sex, if not the majority of my readers, than the guys I choose to play with. I don’t usually mention them because we’re mutually uninterested in each other. This doesn’t mean they’re not there or even that they make up a minority of cruisers. I don’t talk about them because I’m rarely interested in them.

Back at the gloryholes I saw a man’s clothed ass pressing against the other side of the wall. I went around and saw a thin, sexy guy with a jaw line beard sucking off a really hot 70s clone type. He had the mustache, baseball cap, denim shirt, black belt and black shoes, the whole bit. Nice dick, too. This is still one of my favorite looks and always strikes me as unpretentious and masculine. He did nothing to spoil that fantasy for me, thank god. He was quietly enjoying himself, looking down at the man sucking his cock. I pulled out my dick. The sucker grabbed it and pulled me closer to the clone who began playing with me nipples through my grey wife-beater He offered me some poppers which I declined. The sucker went back and forth between us a few times, spitting on my dick a lot and looking up at me. He stayed bent over, never dropping to his knees. Then he concentrated on the other guy but kept looking at me, even after he stood up. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. The clone must have shot his load because I never saw him again.

At this point I had seen an older very hairy guy with a beard and a big, round, solid belly walking around without his shirt and sniffing poppers. He was really hot for that type. As I was leaving the gloryhole area I rubbed my hand across his furry chest. It felt wonderful. He immediately dropped his pants and just stood there. I had no idea what to do. His dick wasn’t much to speak of and I wasn’t gonna blow him or anything. I rubbed his chest for a while and took off. I saw this scene repeated a few more times through the night with other people. They all seemed to have the same reaction I did. I assumed he wasn’t communicating his needs very well but maybe that’s exactly what he was looking for.

I went into the last dark room before the exit because my friend told me I could get blown there. Inside the room was a really handsome guy, around my age with a longish goatee, ball cap, wire-rim glasses and, again, a big firm belly. I stood near him and stroked myself to hardness. He leaned over and started sucking. He was very good…for a while. I dropped my pants and played with his large nipples through his sweatshirt. (Just for the record, it’s pretty chilly in there!) He started jerking me, including my balls, with both hands and said, “I want your load.” He certainly wasn’t going to get it that way. I decided to lie down on the bench and do the job myself. I tried and tired but I just couldn’t. I made my apologies and walked around the place again.

I went back to that room later and he was gone. The thin guy who blew me then didn’t was there, again bent over, sucking off a cute guy I recognized from the philly gay.com chats. His crack was showing and I reached in to play with his hole. It was wet with lube and jism. Someone said, “Fuck him,” and started to pull down his pants. The sucker undid his belt and pushed his pants down. Nice! His hole was sloppy with juices but nicely tight. He was a great bottom He grabbed my cock, brought his ass down to my dick level and backed onto me. I grabbed his hips and pounded hard. The smell of other men’s cum in a man’s hold really turns me on so I was as hard as a rock. When I slowed down he started moving forwards and back, doing the work on both ends himself. I really wanted to shoot and started fucking hard again. He moaned, his mouth still on the other guy’s cock and he backed into me with every one of my thrusts. I was on the edge for what seemed like forever. It felt great but I was past the point of no return. I had to shoot. I began long strokes, completely in and out of his hole, hearing an “Oof!” from him every time I was completely inside him. It felt like I shot buckets. My dick stayed hard after and he ground himself into my crotch, squeezing every drop from me with his sphincter. I needed a short break to recharge so I pulled out and put my pants on.

It had gotten more crowded since it as now after 2 am but I was still surprised at how few men were there. Given the nice layout, cleanliness of the place and the reasonable price I thought it would be more crowded.

I went again to the room near the exit. The man who wanted my load was there again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to shoot again so soon. We kissed and stroked each other. It struck me when we were nearly done that I knew who this guy was. The glasses were a small clue and when I reached down to stroke his dick and felt a PA, I was sure of it. I’ve been fucking his partner regularly for a couple of years. They supposedly have an open relationship but this one gets really jealous. He wrote me a nasty message about it on M4M-World once. I didn’t recognize him because he’s much better-looking than his online pics (which also don’t hint at the belly but I don’t mind that at all). His other half told me that he was moving out on Friday when I played with him earlier that week. Needless to say, I didn’t yell “I know you!!” If he knew who I was, cool; if not, why start something? Really. I helped him get off while we continued kissing and rubbing our facial fur together. He shot into my hand and I licked the fingers clean. I told him I thought he was very handsome. He returned the compliment and left right away through the adjacent back door. I wasn’t long after him.

My buddy drove me home. Luckily he has a van because I found a great TV table with a swivel top in the trash and I was able to bring it back with me. When I looked at my computer There was a message from the last guy. He reminded me who he was, as if I would have forgotten or had played with so many that he would have been part of a huge blur of men, said he had a great time and would like to play again. Well, no hard feelings, I guess, since, by that time, he must have realized who I was. I responded in kind. Nothing since, though. I’m in no hurry.

I’m listening to “You Don't Send Me” from Dear Catastrophe Waitress by Belle & Sebastian.

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September 2, 2007

Extreme Makeover: Adult Bookstore Edition

I used to go to the Tom Cat Bookstore, downstairs at the Sansom Cinema a lot 15-20 years ago. It was lots of fun. Then I moved away and came back. The Tom cat seemed the same, if a bit deteriorated, but it just wasn’t fun anymore. It seemed both too bright and dingy at the same time. It was depressing. And empty. I only went once in the two and a half years since I moved back to Philly.

The other day a friend told me it had been remodeled so I went back on Friday night. It’s a whole different place. The bright lighting has been dimmed to a more reasonable level, a lot of it incandescent black-light, and the white walls have been replaced with brown and black. Most of the small arcade-style booths have been replaced with group sex spaces. Nice.

Admission is $10. I inserted bill into the machine and was automatically buzzed in, no need for human intervention. Just inside the door is an area with four brand new, clean and roomy black video booths with benches nicely padded with black vinyl. The benches are sort of sticking out of one of the side walls making them ideally placed for lots of different kinds of play. On the other side of the room, up a step, is a large triangular space lined with padded seating, a mirror covering one wall and a flat-panel monitor showing porn. The monitor is oddly placed and can only be viewed without incredible distortion by a really tall person standing directly in front of it. Weird. There was a good-looking (but not what I go for) Asian guy in a white lycra pullover hanging around this area most of the night. He spent nearly all of the time, I’m not kidding, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting himself and fixing his hair. It ws pretty amusing.

I went through a short hallway and made a u-turn to where the pool table used to be. Now there are two dark rooms there, painted black. The smaller one had a table and more padded seating along three walls and a monitor on the other wall showing a different movie. People seem to have made this the unofficial smoking room even though smoking is banned here by city ordinance. The second room has a 10 foot free-standing tongue-and-groove wall with some planks missing at crotch and eye-levels, sort of one long gloryhole. It's lit my one bare energy-saving black-light bulb. Very nice.

I had to exit that area through the same door I entered. After a left turn is a hallway with an alcove with more seating. Across from that is a door that seems to say "Do Not Enter" but the jokey sign, one of many in the place, says nothing of the sort really. Behind the door, which can be locked for privacy(!!) is a good size room lit only by a strobe light. There’s a huge metal cabinet on wheels, big enough to fit four, but, i promise you, it will fall over some day and seriously hurt someone. It’s wicked unsteady. The strobe light made me dizzy and I had to leave right away. The room was empty anyway. Maybe I was dizzy because I was spinning my arms around like Pete Townshend. Who knows?

After that is a large clean bathroom with a toilet, toilet paper(!!!) and a trough urinal! It’s not the kind someone can lie down in, by the way! A small section of the old booths are back in this area. They don’t seem so bad with the new lighting and people used them a lot. No gloryholes here or in the other booths which is the one major oversight I found. This section is brighter than the rest of the place but still, thankfully, dimmer than the convenience store glare of the old place.

Finally, just off the rear exit, another secluded dark room lined with benches and a table. I had some real fun in that room.

By the way, the jukebox, which was always pretty good, is gone, replaced by piped-in techno music throughout which is, surprisingly, not deafening.

I was very impressed. Whoever put the new Tom Cat together should be applauded. Between this place and the new baths, Philly finally has a couple of sex clubs worthy of a major American city. Unfortunately, both places share a common problem: There was hardly anyone there. At 11 pm on a Friday night, there were less than a dozen paying customers. What?? It seems really new, so maybe people just don’t know about it yet. I hope that’s what’s wrong. I’d hate to think that gay men in Philly suffer from the “we’re not New York” syndrome that people accuse us of having and think we don’t deserve a good, clean sex club. I have to say that more guys showed up as the bars closed. Sadly, since it’s within two blocks of all of the gay bars in Philly, the crowd was not very impressive.

Part of the problem might be that younger people are much more sex-negative, believing that they’ll catch something just by walking into a place, than the previous generations were. They also seem not just turned off, but actually repulsed, by the idea that someone over 25 might be in their immediate vicinity. (It’s like Jen not wanting Evel Dick to touch her in a competition on the first day of Big Brother 8, although I wouldn’t want that saggy-ass chicken-hawk to be anywhere near me either!) While some of them would like a place like this, they will never go to one unless every patron is someone they find attractive. That’s something that has never bothered me and I don’t think I’ll ever really understand it. Oh well.

I did have sex while I was there, though not as much as I would have liked. It could have been more satisfying, too. But more about that tomorrow. I’m heading to bed.

I’m listening to “I Can't Make It Alone” from Dusty in Memphis by Dusty Springfield.

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August 23, 2007

Lymphing along

At the beginning of last week in Atlanta I noticed that the right side of my neck was warm and swollen and there seemed to be a soft lump in it. It was a little sore when I pressed on it. The next two days I woke up with crud in my ears, fever, chills and a terrible sinus headache. The lump was solidifying, too. I couldn’t tell what the ambient temperature was but I was sweating a lot with very little exertion. I called my Doctor in Philly, the wonderful Mark Watkins, and asked him what I should do. He advised me to go to an emergency room and get it looked at immediately.

The folks in the management office of the apartment building said we should go to a “good” hospital a bit of a drive away but still in “the perimeter.” There was no hurry so we took their advice. The emergency room clerk was very cute and the department was HUGE. It must have had 50 rooms. I didn’t have to wait very long to be seen and Keith stayed in the waiting room with his computer.

I sat in a comfortable dentist-type chair and nodded off. A few doctors came in, examined me and asked me a few questions. They were cute too! they told me that, given my other symptoms, the lump was just a swollen lymph node, gave me  a week to live  a prescription for Keflex and sent me on my way, telling me to make sure I saw my Dr. as soon as I got home. They assured me that, since it was painful to the touch and came on suddenly that it wasn’t cancer. Whew. We filled the prescription at Wal*Mart (sorry) and had a terrible meal at an awful chain restaurant with lousy service (Izzy & Irma’s??).

Over the next few days my fever and chills went away but the lump seemed to get worse. Now I could actually see it when before I couldn't tell it was even there without feeling for it. I’m sure no one else could see it but to me it looked like I had grown a second head. I was developing Lump Dismorphic Disorder.

I got back to Philly Monday afternoon and saw my Dr. on Tuesday afternoon. I gave him my aftercare papers and the blood work they had done in Atlanta. He looked at them and just shook his head and brought in his PA, John, to look at me also. They both agreed, nodding their heads sagely and saying nothing. I finally had to scream "WHAT THE HELL IS IT???"

He said I’d have to get an MRI on Wednesday (today) and a needle biopsy on Monday. “To be blunt, I think it’s lymphoma.” Oh great. Poverty, broken computer and now cancer. Thanks! I remained calm, as I always do in situations like this. (When I got my HIV diagnosis I took care of the stuff I had to do at the medical office and then bicycled home in the rain screaming "I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!!" with tears streaming sown my face. At least I keep the drama to myself!) I started freaking out a little later in the day while I was doing errands that weren’t going particularly well. For instance, Bank of America wouldn’t cash a check that they had written to me because I didn’t have more than one form of ID. (Fuckers.)

Before I left the office Mark and John assured me that this type of cancer was quite common and wasn’t going to kill me. (Sorry, folks!) One chemotherapy treatment should do the trick. Christ, I hope so. If not, this is going to turn into a “Plucky Cancer Guy” blog (“I‘m gonna beat this thing!”) and no one wants that to happen. Really. I know I’m not the only person who can’t stand that annoying Lance Armstrong.

I’m listening to “My Old Man’s a Fatso” from Back From Samoa by the brilliant  Angry Samoans.

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August 12, 2007

SexyBack

This is a photo I took at the 2001 Folsom Street Fair. You can click on it to see more of them. (NSW, btw!!!)

I’m listening to “Lonely Woman” from Naked City by John Zorn/Naked City.

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Profile pic of the week

I’m listening to “Farewell and The Tower” from the Vertigo soundtrack by Bernard Herrmann.

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August 9, 2007

Southern hospitality

My experience in Atlanta is that people are unfailingly polite. Being who I am and a northeasterner, though, I love to complain and focus on the negative. It seems youngsters online—and by that I mean gay men under 30—are just as rude here as they are in Philly. Also, question marks seem to have gone the way of the Dodo Bird.

This came out of nowhere on Manhunt:

          bigdickcountryboy (photo left): u want some
          HighStrungLoner: nope
          bigdickcountryboy: why not u said u did last week
          HighStrungLoner: i don't think so
          bigdickcountryboy: oh i know so u smartass old fuck

Likewise on gay.com:

snoguyatl26: what u doing on here
HighStrungLoner: nothing really
snoguyatl26: arent' u supposed to be sleeping at your age

I’m listening to “Too Many People” from Alternative by Pet Shop Boys.

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August 7, 2007

Muscles

I’ve been visiting Atlanta for over a week and, as I said before, have been concentrating on posting many years’ worth of my photos on flickr. I’ve also been having lots of sex. Between the fact that I’m still considered “new meat” here and that there are more gay men here per capita than in San Francisco, my head is spinning. I’ve been taking full advantage, believe me. Last night was one of the best, not just of the week, but ever.

As everyone probably knows by now, I really like guys with hairy chests and faces. I’ll do without the body hair in a pinch as long as it’s not shaved, though. Consequently I’m rarely attracted to Asian or black guys. (Before anyone starts name-calling, I said “rarely” not “never.” I’ve had lots of fun with all kinds of men. In fact, just before I left Philly I got together with a nicely hairy, fun and very cute guy of mixed-asian descent. I’m hesitant to write about it for a couple of reasons and certainly not because we didn’t enjoy ourselves.) Anyway, there’s an “Ethnicity: Mixed,” sort of Asian-looking guy on Manhunt who was being very persistent. His pictures are OK, a little hair on the chin of a nice face and very smooth. He isn’t what I normally go for so I kept putting him off because, being new in town, something more like my “type” would eventually show up. (Wow. Did that sound arrogant or what? Trust me, I know that if I lived here, the honeymoon would be over pretty quickly but it’s sure fun being popular while it lasts!) Late last night/early this morning I found myself sitting at the computer with an unusually persuasive erection and he messaged me again. “I want to serve you with both of my holes.” Sure thing! He was parking his car outside and dialing my number within ten minutes!

I went out to meet him. First of all, his face was stunning. I could tell that from 20 feet away as he walked toward me from the parking lot. As soon as we got inside his mouth was on mine and his fingers were playing with my nipples. I don’t know how but I think he took his shirt off without removing his tongue from my mouth or his hands from my chest. Holy Mother of God! What a body. His upper body (He hadn’t taken his pants off yet) was just about perfect and his dark skin showed it off so very nicely. Broad shoulders, sexy traps, punchable pecs, all in a perfect v-shape. I recovered my thought processes enough to stutter “Let’s go upstairs.” On our way to the bedroom I made sure he noticed the sling in the living room.

I removed my shirt but I didn't have time to take off my pants or adjust the light in the bedroom before he was naked, kissing me and grabbing my crotch. I didn't even have time to see what the rest of him looked like, not that it mattered. With no help from me my pants were unzipped and my dick was in his hand, then in his mouth. He held the head in his throat, even with the PA in, without missing a beat. All I could do was moan.

I managed to get my pants and shoes off as he moved to lie on the bed, hanging his head over the edge. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him and I bent my knees a little so my dick would go right into his mouth. I fucked his throat while he ran his hands over my already sweaty chest and belly. Then he’d reach around the small of my back and pull me towards him, keeping the head of my dick in his throat for a long time. The PA didn’t seem to bother him at all.

He flipped over onto his stomach with my dick still in his mouth! That’s when I saw the ass. The picture in his profile was nice but it could easily have been someone else. His butt was beautiful, not very big but perfect for its size with the slightest bit of dark hair. I almost forgot he was sucking my dick! Almost.

He changed position again, on his back with his head on a pillow, and he motioned for me to lie on top of him. Umm…no problem! We kissed in a way I can only describe as violent as he ran his hands over every part of my torso. I spit into his mouth. My hard dick was pressing against his hole. Then he used his knuckles to press deep into the muscles of my back, moving his hands slowly up and down with each press. He was massaging me! It felt so good I collapsed on top of him. He continued. We could have stopped here and it still would have been worth writing about. But we didn’t.

He suggested we move to the living room. Actually, he said, “Let me get in the sling and you can put that cock in my hole.” There was nothing I wanted to do more ever in my life. We got up and I finally got to see the whole package, naked and in motion, from the front and the back. He was sheer beauty. I’m not exaggerating. He hopped into the sling and was, of course, perfectly positioned without having to adjust himself. (Maybe he’s a former member of some Pacific Rim gymnastics team or something. Or a robot.)

I wanted to make sure I felt everything so I didn’t use much lube. He was tight so I entered him really slowly with the PA on the side of the head so he’d feel the bumps. (Usually I try to put it in first.) He felt them and moaned—just the reaction I was hoping for. I slid all the way in and held it there for a minute. Then I started slowly pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in. I did my usual thing of pausing to feel the hair on his hole to scratch the head of my cock and then plunging in hard. He looked me straight in the eyes the entire time. He adjusted himself and used his legs to pull me close and pushing his ass into my groin. I was about ready to shoot but I didn't want to let go yet. This felt too good.

When he let go I pulled out for a second. He was dripping. I put my dick back into his hole and started pounding hard, making sure I pulled out enough for his hole to stimulate the head of my cock. I slammed his hole hard until I was ready to shoot. It took a while and it was really torturing me but i finally shot what felt like a giant load. He squeezed the last drops out of me and pulled me close again with his legs. As he ground his ass against me I bent over to kiss him and he began massaging me again! His knuckles felt amazing in my knotted muscle.

I pulled out and began some serious ass play. I managed four fingers of both hands at once but he resisted one whole hand. I wasn’t sure how far to push him and he didn't ask me to stop but I did. We kept at it for a long time and I got him nice and stretched, though. When I was massaging his prostate with four fingers he moaned and said “Daddy, I have to piss.” I told him to let it go and I aimed the stream from his uncut dick to cover his muscular stomach and chest. I scooped some up to refresh the lube, too.

Then he stood up from the sling and pushed me back towards the sofa. I sat, he kneeled. I was already half hard and he got me almost painfully stiff in a couple of strokes. He looked straight into my eyes while he licked my balls and I stroked the hair on his chin. He worked hard on my dick, again, getting me really stiff and really wet. Once more he held the head with the PA in his throat with no effort.

He hopped up on the sofa, facing me, and sat on my cock, again grinding into me, getting me as far inside him as we could. I grabbed him by his lats and started thrusting as we kissed some more. I shot again into his ass and he squeezed his hole really tight as he lifted himself from me. He licked me clean and we were done.

I’m listening to “A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me” from From Under the Cork Tree by Fall Out Boy.

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August 1, 2007

Stealth narcissist

From an M4M World profile in Atlanta:

Hey Guys I am a nice down to earth kind guy who prides himself on having as little drama in his life as possible. Most people would conside (sic) me attractive I think but I will leave that up to you as I would never self validate and find guys that do really a turnoff.

I’m listening to “Go Wild In The Country” from See Jungle! See Jungle! Go Join Your Gang, Yeah. City All Over! Go Ape Crazy. by Bow Wow Wow.

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July 18, 2007

Is that a gun in your pocket…

David Fincher’s Zodiac is a long, complex and gripping detective story. It deserves better treatment than it got at the box office or than I’m going to give it here. Just rent the DVD; you won’t regret it.

As much as I loved it—and I really did—I am compelled to reduce this great movie to a shot in which Elias Koteas’* dick is visible through his pants. There’s no need to write to tell me how pathetic this is, I already know. Believe me. I am unashamed.

*the poor man’s (Canadian) Christopher Meloni.

I’m listening to “Turn My Way” from Get Ready by New Order.

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July 5, 2007

Lurid

It must be my lucky week!

Lurid Digs hilariously critiques interiors of online profile picures. Their “Panel of Experts” are a real scream and totally ruthless. They posted three of my ickiest Profile Pic of the Week photos and called them a “Cavalcade of Chaos.” Thanks guys!

Phillyist, local branch of the Gothamist conglomerate, used two of my flickr photos this week. You can see them at Good-bye, America! and at Photoist.

I’m listening to “On To Akaba/The Beach At Night” from Lawrence Of Arabia by Maurice Jarre.

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July 4, 2007

Rainy Day’s and Monday’s…

This is half of a full-page ad for bump on the back page of this week’s PGN. (I reconfigured their logo myself, though.) For their benefit, it should read:

Saturdays
Buy 1 entree,
get 1 free
(of equal or lesser
value, from 5pm - 10pm)

Tuesdays
Pitcher Nights

I suggest reading Eats, Shoots and Leaves to learn punctuation and the difference between plural and possessive. Someone might want to look into kerning, as well, if their “designer” even knows what that means.

I’m listening to “Silver” from Ocean Rain by Echo and The Bunnymen.

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June 26, 2007

First nightmare

Thanks to THE CRUSHER for forwarding this atrocity to me. He received it from the author Carter Burnette himself during an hilarious online chat which included these gems:

“I'm not the guy to ask....really....I am sooo NON mainstream anything right now”

“I’m also a creative type which fucks with a lot of folks”

“AND, I come from one of the older Philadelphia African American families that have lived Upper middle class for over 3 centruries.... (sic)”

“These girls are just not ready for me”

“that coupled with my 137 IQ....trust me....they are NOT ready for me.”

“Your (sic) fast enough You get the drift”

“and the ones that want me...only want me for my 9" dick....which I tell them is my smallest sex organ, but they don’t get it”

“When I grew up, it was all about breeding....”

“and the thing that bothers me is that there are things I can't EVEN think about that they can get away with.”

“so I guess I'm jaded.”

I’m listening to “Another Galaxy” from Surprise by Paul Simon.

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June 16, 2007

Million-Dollar Hands

I shot a Hot Desert Knights video in New Orleans about two and a half years ago. I wrote about it here and here. It’s finally been released as “Pig Holes #1: Incredible Fuk’n Holes.” (Hey, don’t blame me!) At best I have mixed feelings about it but I am kinda proud. I remember thinking I looked really fat in the stills I saw and I’ve never seen any of the actual footage or the final movie. Anyway, of the nine shots they use in the promo, three of them feature My Million-Dollar Hands doing what they do best. That’s the side of my head in the second shot. I know, big fucking deal.

Now where did I put that Lloyd’s of London insurance policy??

I’m listening to “Orangutango” from Dr. Heckle and Mr. Jive by Pigbag.

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June 9, 2007

Art lover

Spotted at Art for the Cash Poor 8.

I’m listening to “Not Ready To Love” from Release The Stars by Rufus Wainwright.

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May 21, 2007

Profile pic of the week

Pictures like this make me realize that there’s someone for everyone but I’m not so sure that’s such a great thing.

I’m listening to “Carnival of Life” from Enchanted by Marc Almond.

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Boner

I played again last weekend with French muscle guy Joe and, for the first time, a third, Mark. (That’s not his name. We’ve played before.) I took the train to Malvern because that’s as far as it goes on weekends and they picked me up there. I really had to rush to make the train and I forgot almost everything I usually bring: Viagra, Xanax, etc. I wasn’t sure if I’d need either of them but I try to be prepared for anything. (I didn’t even have time to pick up a cup of coffee.) I mentioned that I had forgotten them when we were on our way to Mark’s place to pick up something he forgot and he said he had Caverject which I’ve wanted to try and, if I stayed over with him, he had Xanax he could share. Nice. As if I needed a bribe!

We finally got to the McMansion. Since they had played a bit before I arrived everything was already prepared. We got right down to business. Mark said he didn’t think I’d need any chemical help getting an erection and started sucking my dick. He was right. I got hard right away and got to work fucking Joe on the massage table. It was as uncomfortable as usual but I did blow a load in his ass.

We were following the usual scenario so it was time to fist him. Since I’ve gotten both fists into him a few times now, he wanted to try three. Naturally. It took a couple of tries. I put in my right hand, and slid in the left in an offset palm-to-palm move. Then I pushed against the sides of his hole, making a space between for mark to insert his hand. He got in up to the knuckles before Joe’s incredibly strong ass muscles forced both of us out. Progress not perfection, as they say. Besides, both Mark and I were sliding across the greasy floor because his muscles are so strong. He has mirrors set up just-so in the bathroom where we play so he can be on his hands and knees and still see what’s going on. From his angle it looked like more of Mark’s hand got inside him than actually did. We didn’t ruin his illusion.

It’s usually around this time in the script that I start to get tired and cranky and lose my erection. And like clockwork…

Joe took a break and Mark got out the Caverject. Each pen can inject 5, 10, 15, or 20 mg of the stuff. If less than the full 20 is used, the rest has to be discarded. We used it all. You know, waste not want not and all. It worked almost instantly. Mark sucked my dick but I really don’t think any fluffing was necessary. Amazing.

We got started again. Joe leaned over the massage table. I got up on the jacuzzi step and fucked him again, unfortunately not ejaculating this time. [Insert third paragraph above here. Lather, rinse, repeat.]

Then it happened. My dick was so hard that it hurt. A lot. Really a lot. It was very red. It slowly got worse, so bad that I couldn’t distract myself by fucking or anything. I was sort of hopping around because I was so uncomfortable. Actually, there was no “sort of.” I was just hopping. I thought I would relax by going outside on the deck and smoking a cigarette so I went downstairs. All the doors were locked, increasing my anxiety. I managed a few puffs in the garage but it didn’t help.

Back upstairs, Mark said that ejaculating would make the erection subside but the thought of touching my cock made me wince. By the way, all this time Joe stayed on all fours on the massage table waiting for the “action” to continue. I guess I could say he was really “focused” but it was probably the G…or the K…or total self-involvement. Maybe all three.

Just as I was resigning myself to a trip to the Emergency Room, I thought of something. I remembered that Mark had a tiny bit of crystal meth left from before he gave it up. Eureka! Nothing makes a hard on disappear faster than crystal!

Mark was even nice enough to prepare the pipe for me. I was really careful. I made sure I smoked enough to ease the pain but not destroy my erection completely. I also didn’t want to be up all night, especially if I wasn’t gonna be at home. Luckily, it wasn’t very strong so I had some wiggle room. I’d do a couple of small hits and wait, a couple more, wait some more. I amused myself by hanging heavy things on my dick. The wet bath towel was particularly impressive. After about three minutes I felt sweet relief.

I wanted to rest but Joe was still, believe it or not, on all-fours on the table. One more identical session followed. Then Joe moved to the bed and fell asleep. Mark and I got into his car and drove to his house.

He wanted to go down to the playroom and continue with some intense pig play. He posed it as an equal choice between vanilla in the bedroom or kink in the basement but I knew he really wanted. I was wide awake but I just didn’t have the energy for that, despite smoking crystal. It had been a stressful night. So we kissed and sucked and spit and licked for an hour or so. It was fine and just what I needed. He shot a big load and I licked it off of his hair tummy. I think he was disappointed. I wasn’t. It can’t be perfect every time, I guess. We took our sleeping pills and went to sleep.

I’m listening to “Don't Let Me Down” from Fraser & Debolt with Ian Guenther by Fraser & Debolt.

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May 16, 2007

Love letter

This is from my ex Cecilio Silva who, after seven years, still can’t seem to let it go. (I guess I’m just unforgettable!) Judging by the language, spelling and punctuation, this was ghostwritten by someone more familiar with written English as well as the gay lexicon than Cecilio but it’s definitely him. Lost-In-A-Maze’s profile is disabled, as usual, so no response is possible. I never reply anyway. The messages normally come in batches of two or three and this is the second one this spring. The obscene, abusive phone calls stopped a few years ago after I spoke to the police.

And people wonder why I don’t go out to the bars.

I’m listening to “Wandering Star” from Dummy by Portishead.

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May 7, 2007

Oh great

Just what we need.

I’m listening to “Stupid and Shallow” from The Futureheads by The Futureheads.

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May 5, 2007

Profile pic of the week

I’m speechless. I really hope this isn’t their home.

I’m listening to “The Whole Point of No Return” from Shleep by Robert Wyatt.

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May 2, 2007

Man of the week

Those legs! That ass!! (Again, click on the pictures for the full-size, untouched versions.)

I’m listening to “Gonna Be a Beautiful Night” from Sign O' the Times by Prince.

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April 30, 2007

Dating update

I wrote a couple of weeks ago about Tom. The last time we spoke on the phone we said we were both interested in “dating” or seeing each other outside of a purely sexual context. What I didn’t mention in that entry is that we had both contracted Chlamydia. I’m not sure who gave it to who but that’s completely unimportant, really. We’ve been communicating through email since then. It didn’t occur to me but Tom thought it was best that we didn’t get together again until our respective infections were cleared up and we both said we were really looking forward to that.

I called on Friday afternoon and we chit-chatted about some stuff, including the fact that our infections were clear. Good enough. I asked when we would be able to get together. Tom responded by saying he felt that there were two of him, one was a real pig and the other one wanted to settle down and have a monogamous, romantic relationship. (We had touched on this subject in some previous conversations when I expressed similar feelings. I told him that, except for 20 years ago when I was drinking, I have been monogamous in all of my relationships but I wasn’t sure what I wanted now.)

This seemed to be leading up to us making some kind of decision about monogamy while we were dating. Nope. He’d been seeing someone else and was telling me that we wouldn’t be having sex or dating! Apparently he had two dinner dates with this other fellow during the time that we’d both been sick. That’s right, he went out with the other guy despite the same Chlamydia that somehow prevented us from going to dinner or to a movie. Is it me or does this just not make any sense?

“We can still be friends and do stuff, though, can’t we?” What? Like going to dinner with you and your boyfriend? Doesn’t that sound like fun?

He also said he thought I told him that I was uninterested in monogamy. I absolutely did not say that and told him so. I finally ended the conversation, completely stunned.

Later that day I got an email from Tom apologizing for being so “callous.” I responded politely that no apology was necessary, that it had just been a product of poor communication. Then I took a Xanap.

When I woke up I read the email again and this time I was angry. I wrote again saying that I should have waited to process the conversation more fully before I responded the first time. I wrote that I felt manipulated and that I had been treated as "Plan B," kept on the hook with a lie of omission. It was humiliating. We hadn’t been very emotionally intimate and he didn’t “owe” me anything but I felt I had been treated badly. He wrote back the he felt he’d been completely honest with me and that he thought at first that my email was supposed to be a joke. He wants to speak again on the phone or in person. I said I’d call him later this week.

Everyone I’ve told this story to has asked, before I even finished, “So he couldn’t go to dinner with you because you both had Chlamydia?? That’s ridiculous.” Yes, yes, it is.

I’m going to call tomorrow but I can’t imagine that he’ll see why I’m hurt.

I’m listening to “My Kind of Town” from The Very Good Years by Frank Sinatra.

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April 26, 2007

Anonymity

I’m listening to “Sing Another Song, Boys” from Songs of Love and Hate by Leonard Cohen.

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Man of the week

I don’t have a clue who this guy is but I must have a hundred pictures of him. None of them are particularly professional-looking either which is great. I think he’s beautiful and he always seems to be having fun. Those hairy forearms make me shiver. He’s been showing off his ass a lot lately (Don’t worry, we’ll get to that!) which makes him just about perfect, in my eyes.

UPDATE: He is Muscle Shortstop NYC on bigmusclebears.com, profile #5373. (Thanks, Zack!!)

Note: The blog has been getting kind of heavy with large graphics so I’m changing some stuff. I’ll be posting “Man of the week” pictures two at-a-time but much smaller in size, like the pics above. If you want larger versions, and I know you do, click on either of the smaller pics to get the full-sized stud in a new window. Keep in mind that in addition to sizing these pics, I usually massage the exposures and sharpen them a bit. The larger versions are the originals, untouched by me.

I’m listening to “She Was Sad (Reprise)” from Cold Cereal & Juice by The Knife and Fork Band.

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-6°

I’ve been trying to figure out how to write this without it seeming too confusing and without anyone besides myself being identifiable to the reader. Those two things just might be mutually exclusive. Of course, there’s the even more likely possibility that people will read it and say, “Big fucking deal. Who cares?”

A couple of years ago, pre-blog, I arranged to meet a guy at Club Body Center on a weekday afternoon (Man A). We had a great time after nearly missing each other even though our rooms were adjacent! About a year later I ended up moving back to Philly permanently and we got together a few more times. On our two most recent encounters, in my 41st St. apartment and again at the baths, a buddy of his joined us (Man B). This guy is really impressively handsome, the kind of guy you remember. I have liked Man B since first meeting him about 15 years before and I was really glad to finally play with him. He said he felt likewise. I was surprised he even remembered me. On both occasions Man A said we were his two favorite tops. I was really complimented by what each man said.

In the meantime, I got together with a guy from Bear411 (Man C). He was a big, solid, sexy guy who was wearing dress khakis and an oxford shirt that were completely fresh-looking and wrinkle-free when he arrived at my place after work. I was amazed. I have never been able to do that. I don’t remember much about the sex except that I fucked him and it was over quickly. I bet I was uncomfortable because he was so much larger than I was but I must have enjoyed myself because I messaged him another time saying I’d like to play again. I don’t remember his exact response but it seemed friendly enough. (Wow. I sound like a White House official at a Senate investigation: “I don’t remember.” “I don’t remember.”) Anyway, I think I got the impression that he was interested in playing again but not that interested. No big deal. I felt the same, kind of.

I have occasion to receive services from a local agency. My contact person there quit and I was assigned an interim person to call if I needed anything. I had to be re-approved for one of their services last month. I called and we had a pleasant conversation about my needs, which are few. I went in the next day and was talking to the guy who dispenses this particular service and he had to call my contact person. I heard his voice coming from down the hall as they spoke on the phone. A few minutes later I turned around and saw Man C come out of an office and walk directly through a doorway out of the area. I laughed to myself. Coincidences like this happen in Philly all the time. It’s one of the things that makes it seem like such a small town. The incident exited my brain immediately.

The other day I was there again for the same thing. Man C passed me in the hall. I said “Hi” and he nodded. Again, I forgot about it as soon as I left the building. Later in the day I saw Man C online and noticed that he had new pictures. They were nicer than his previous ones and more accurate. The picture of Man C and his partner was particularly interesting. His partner is Man B!! Incredible. If I went out to the bars once in a while maybe this wouldn’t have surprised me so much. I’m sure both of them thought I already knew—if they even discuss such things—but I was once again surprised that everyone in Philadelphia knows everyone else. Looking back I clearly remember A and B talking about C and mentioning his name repeatedly. Doh. On the other hand, why would I make the connection?

Between this and the fact that I’ve been getting very little local response online, I’m starting to think I’ve run out of men here. It might be time to retire or move on, whatever that means.

I’m listening to “Original Love” from Crazy Rhythms by The Feelies.

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April 25, 2007

Ass of the week

I have no idea who this is. I wish I did. It’s a screen cap from a porn film. If anyone knows the title, I’d appreciate a holler.

I’m listening to “Always On My Mind (Shep’s Holiday Mix)” from Aurally I by Pet Shop Boys.

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April 22, 2007

Man of last week

MuscleMonkey one last time.

I’m listening to “Triangle” from See The Whirl by Delta 5.

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April 11, 2007

Man of the week

MuscleMonkey.

I’m listening to “Cuanto Canto” from Street Signs by Ozomatli.

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Tom

OK. Two Fridays ago I got together with a guy from Bear411. His name was Tom, he had nice pictures, even though he had a pet in them, and he looked like a hot man. We had a lot in common sexually. We spoke on the phone a few times and really seemed to click. So far, so good.

He picked me up at the train station in Exton in a bright red Mitsubishi Spider. Nice! His pictures don’t really do him justice as he’s much sexier in person. The house was in a development that I forget the name of and has the cleanest kitchen I’ve ever seen. Really. The stove looks like an iPod with burners.

I apologize in advance to those of you who want this to be hot masturbation material but the details of what we did that night are a bit of a blur right now. If I’d written it sooner it might have been more arousing. Sorry.

Believe me, this was the best sex I’ve had in a really long time. We started making out as soon as we were inside the door. Then we went upstairs and continued without our clothes, moving on to pit-licking, cocksucking and ass-eating. We were instantly comfortable with each other. He’s in great shape and hairy all over. I loved it! I think we stayed in the bedroom for an hour or so. I wasn’t really paying attention to time.

We went down to his half-finished play room and continued for several more hours. Fucking, sucking, kissing, fisting, toys, piss, spit…you name it, we did it. When Tom wasn’t in the sling we were on a PVC covered mattress on the floor, making out and watching porn projected on a huge screen. We had a blast. The entire time we took no real breaks. It was pretty much non-stop fun. I think we finished when he started to piss on me and I knelt down to drink it. There was way too much for me to swallow and I ended up soaked with it.

We laid down on the floor and talked a bit. That’s when he told me that we already knew each other. He was my doctor 20 years ago!! I couldn’t fucking believe it! He looked so different. I wanted to have sex with him back then but he is much hotter now. As it turns out, the feeling was mutual. I was shocked. He said he had some inkling when I called him and my name showed up on his phone but he was certain when I got off the train. I wasn’t even pissed that he didn’t tell me until we were done. I was just happy all around. Damn.

I was even comfortable sleeping with him which is really unusual. He took me to the train the next morning.

We spoke on the phone a few times during the week and got together again the following Saturday night and things were just as good. We spent Sunday lying on the sofa watching movies on TV and then we went to dinner. (I know. “Who the hell is writing this and what have you done with Frank?!?!?!”)

On the phone again this week we tentatively talked about “dating.” He said earlier in the week that there was something he wanted to talk to me about. I mentioned wanting to see him outside of a purely sexual context and he said that’s what he had wanted to talk about. We both agreed that it’s something we should discuss in person. We won't be able to get together again for about a week which gives us both some time to think about it.

Well, that’s that. Shocking, I know.

I’m listening to “Driving Wheel” from Truth Decay by T-Bone Burnett.

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April 9, 2007

Man of the week

MuscleMonkey.

I’m listening to “It's Educational” from Balls by Sparks. Sparks’ Wikipedia entry, web site and (ick) myspace page with videos!.

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Profile pic of the week

Matching outfits, glazed expressions, puka shell necklaces, a fanny pack and Disney World.

I’m listening to “Holy Moly” from PKD/Simulacra by Bunnydrums.

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Grand Opening

I went to the Sansom St. Gym again two Saturdays ago. It was their “official” Grand Opening. In other words, they had placed full-page ads that week’s editions of HX Philadelphia and the PGN. They advertised food, half-price memberships and rooms from 6P until 12M and “entertainment.”

I arrived at 10:30PM and they gave me a room on the third floor. It was awful, unfinished with the walls only primed so it stank of paint, no TV on the TV shelf and the very last room of a dead end hallway. Worst of all, there was a fluorescent fixture on the ceiling directly above the cubicle that could not be turned off. It was as bright as an goddamned OR. I went back to the desk and asked if they had something less bright. There was only one other room available, on the second floor, and it had the same problem. They offered me a locker until a better room opened up. They were very apologetic and polite and said the second and third floors weren't really ready but they were so overwhelmed with customers that they felt they had to open them. Fair enough. They gave me a coupon for $5 off a subsequent visit. There wasn’t a vacancy scheduled until 1:30AM but I only had to wait for a half an hour until something on the first floor opened up.

In the meantime, I checked out the food and entertainment. There were hoagie slices, chips, pretzels, crudités, salsa, dip, soda and a duo of “dancers.” I was hungry so I ate some hoagie. Eh.

The entertainment was something else. In one of the video lounges Carlos and Tally, pictured here (l-r), danced listlessly on the carpeted platforms. Tally’s card says he specializes in “Massages, Private Shows, Bachelor & Bachelorette Parties.” In other words, he’s a prostitute. I think it’s a perfectly fine profession but I couldn’t help thinking of him as Tally Ho.

They were hot but also young and hairless which doesn’t do much for me. YMMV. I knew they were hos even before I found Tally’s card on the hoagie table because they let just about anyone touch them and suck their dicks. I hope they were paid well for that. Thanks to the miracle of pharmacology their impressive equipment was at least semi-hard all night.

Now that the place finally had a good size crowd, there were a lot of sullen, bored and angry-looking guys standing around not having sex and acting like they’d rather be anywhere else in the world but here now—typical modern bathhouse denizens. Do similar guys find that attitude hot? Judging by the almost nonexistent amount of sex I saw happening that night, I’d say no. The place was sold out and I saw lots of closed doors but the sounds and smells of sex just weren’t apparent. My cubicle was no exception for most of the night.

At this point, two weeks later, I can only really remember one sexual encounter and not in much detail, although I had others.

The guy in the next room was a red-headed bear lying face-down on his cot exposing his his hairy ass. There were some large toys and several kinds of lube on the table. I went in and began fingering his hole. He turned to his side and sucked my dick for a while. He was very good at it. I pulled my cock out, reached down to his hole again and we kissed. He positioned himself for easier access to his hole and I sat on the bed. Slowly I managed to get my entire hand into him. Before I pulled completely out he turned over and I inserted my dick and fucked his hole with four fingers still inside him. My favorite! Then we used all of the toys from the smallest to the largest. The biggest one was a sizable black butt-plug with a heavy base. After finally getting it in with lots of steady pressure and lots of poppers I let him get comfortable a few seconds before starting to punch the base. He groaned with every punch. We kissed some more and then I left him with the plug still inserted.

I really wish, especially considering the number of men in the club that night, that it was more memorable. Sadly, it wasn’t.

I’m listening to “John The Revelator” from For Mash Get Smashed by The Who Boys.

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April 8, 2007

Corrected!

Maybe someone is paying attention after all! And, god bless ’em, they even used a real apostrophe. Here’s the original.

I’m listening to “Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others” from The Queen Is Dead by The Smiths.

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April 5, 2007

Gay waiters storm the Capitol!

I’m listening to “God Moving Over The Face Of The Waters” from Everything Is Wrong by Moby.

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March 26, 2007

Bear “art”

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.

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Embarrassing

I’m listening to “The Old Fat Robin (Alternate Version)” from The Decline of Country and Western Civilization, Pt. 2 by Lambchop.

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Profile pic of the week

I’m listening to “Alley-gator” from Mescalero by ZZ Top.

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March 25, 2007

New in the Gayborhood

I’m listening to “Letters Don't Count” from Nazz Nazz by The Nazz.

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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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March 20, 2007

Anonymity

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.

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Ray Doskus (1962 - 2007)

Memorial
Friday March 23rd, 2007, 10:00AM
Morning Glory Diner
735 S. 10th St.
Philadelphia PA

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.

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March 19, 2007

Cub baths

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!

I’m listening to “You Are My Face” from Blue Sky Blue by Wilco on Phawker Radio.

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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.

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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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Profile pic of the week

Invasion of the Teddy Bears continues.

I’m listening to “The Last Dance” from The Very Good Years by Frank Sinatra.

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Eunuchs in the breezeway

From CNN:

• Three North Carolina men sentenced for illegal castrations
• 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

Unfortunately, there are no photos.

I’m listening to “Unmade Bed” from Sonic Nurse by Sonic Youth.

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March 10, 2007

Kinky

No loud music. No alcohol. No smoke. Sounds fun.

I’m listening to “Pá Lante” from Embrace the Chaos by Ozomatli.

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Slapstick

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.

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March 9, 2007

Hasbian

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.

Link.

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.

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March 3, 2007

Cheap, selfish and cowardly

I’m listening to “Juggernauts (Live)” from Notekillers (1977-1981) by Notekillers.

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…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.

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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.

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February 28, 2007

The Adonis

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.

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February 27, 2007

Man of the week

I’m listening to “Conduit For Sale!” from Slanted and Enchanted by Pavement.

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The Secret Undergroup Party Club

A private chat with yet another greedy (and paranoid) bottom:

Eagle66bud: hey... evening Daddie... all looks good.. nice profile
HighStrungLoner: thanks
Eagle66bud: sure thing wondering... just my type... u a hung Daddie ?
HighStrungLoner: a little bigger than average, not huge
Eagle66bud: nice
HighStrungLoner: you have a picture to send?
Eagle66bud: sending pic
HighStrungLoner: ok
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.

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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

Anonymity

I’m listening to “With a Hip” from Heaven Up Here by Echo and The Bunnymen.

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New bathhouse!

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.

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February 24, 2007

More what?

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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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.

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February 20, 2007

Distasteful organs

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

I’m listening to More Than a Sex Machine from “Balls” by Sparks. Sparks’ Wikipedia entry, web site and (sorry) myspace page with videos!.

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February 18, 2007

Norman

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.”

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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.

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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.”

Creativity:

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.

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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

An old favorite I previously posted here and here. I thought he deserved another week to call his own.

I’m listening to Attack El Robot! Attack! from “Feast of Wire” by Calexico.

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February 6, 2007

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.

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February 4, 2007

Ink

More skin from the Tattoo Convention.

I’m listening to Justify My Thug from “The Grey Album” by Jay-Z + DJ Danger Mouse.

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Bears

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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Ink

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.

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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.

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January 23, 2007

Profile pic of the week

Come on down! Bob Barker has never made me feel like doing this.

I’m listening to “What Have I Done To Deserve This? (Shep Pettibone Remix)” from Aurally I by Pet Shop Boys.

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January 18, 2007

Missing

I lost about six months worth of postings, the last ones before my hiatus and name change. Sorry about that but, hey, now I get to use them again if I can remember them!

XOXO

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February 13, 2006

Brokeback Marketing

Agri-chem goes gay.

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January 28, 2006

Man of the week

Now with piernas melenudas!!

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January 25, 2006

Man of the week

I joined tribe.net social networking site just in time for them to make their “mature” tribes invisible/invite-only, dammit. It’s still pretty good, even though I had to search for and beg to be invited to the men’s armpits tribes. There are an enormous number of hot men there, including this friendly self-described “alpha male”.

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January 22, 2006

Redbook with a beard

Call me old-fashioned but what the FUCK is masculine about a smirking queen in a red terry-cloth bathrobe, holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates? Or re-decorating his “Bear Cave?” Or Chef Mike’s “Chocolate Fantasy?” A Bear’s Life is, very unfortunately, not a joke. This belongs in the supermarket check-out line between Woman’s Day and Soap Opera Digest, which I’m sure would absolutely thrill the publishers.

“Indulge the one you Love…You!” Thanks, OprahBear! I think I will. If I ever see this rag at Barnes & Noble I’m gonna move it over to the Men’s section next to Guns & Ammo and Grappling.

I have nothing to say about what they refer to as “the rapidly expanding bear waistline phenomenon.” Too easy. But I do applaud them on the honest lack of diversity on the cover. Bears are nothing if not almost completely white.

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December 5, 2005

Cyber-sex

From gay.com chat:

Stark_Naked: hi there, sir -- why not smile??
HighStrungLoner: I smile all the time
Stark_Naked: glad to hear that
Stark_Naked: BTW - Have you ever stripped or shown off in public or semi-public [at least to your underwear]?? Maybe at party or bar or frat hazing or initiation??? Or playing Truth or DARE?? Or maybe answered the door in just underwear [or LESS]??
HighStrungLoner: God no!
Stark_Naked: so emphatic!!!!
HighStrungLoner: Yep.
Stark_Naked: what are some of the kinkiest or most humiliating/embarrassing things you ever did or had done to you?
HighStrungLoner: I gotta go!
Stark_Naked: ok - bye

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October 17, 2005

Barbie and Ken’s rim seats

At the Dollar Store, of course.

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October 3, 2005

Gettysburg

So I go to Gettysburg—a Civil War battlefield where 51,000 men died—with my friend, Keith, and what do I take a picture of?? A cute straight guy, of course.

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September 22, 2005

The Times goes cruising

“The parking lot’s use as a gay cruising spot goes back at least to the 1960’s, several older men said. ‘I spent the halcyon days of my youth here,’ one said. ‘This place was paradise back then.’”

Read all about it here. Thankfully, they don’t “blame” the internet or mention by name the web site where men find out about cruising spots. In fact the article is completely non-judgemental and that’s nice. Unfortunately, they do point out actual locations which always ends up being bad news for cruisers.

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September 10, 2005

And Jane Fonda invented outer space

More from gay.com chat:

DraynMyCawk: the traditional christmas, which comes from 1930s movies, is based on what was then were most Americans lived.....the midwest and northeast
DraynMyCawk: what's that Jimmy Stewart movie they run every year?
TheHighStrungLoner: funny, i thought charles dickens wrote about it long before the 30s
TheHighStrungLoner: so it was probably going on long before he wrote a christmas carol
DraynMyCawk: you're probably right again frank
DraynMyCawk: I suppose it was.
DraynMyCawk: but the would mean people would have to read
DraynMyCawk: did they make movies of any dicken's novels?
TheHighStrungLoner: people used to read
TheHighStrungLoner: before tv

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September 7, 2005

Priorities

From gay.com chat:

Sandorf: plus, no one can get me off orally. heheheh

SingleMonogamousBear: Someone can get me off orally if he's in retail and sells me an item below cost.

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August 28, 2005

For the narcissist in your life

This ridiculous contraption is indeed real and available here. It’s made of “space age plastic” and “damn comfortable,” too!

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August 9, 2005

Short guys

In NYC. Presented by Stephin Merritt of The Magnetic Fields.

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August 1, 2005

Twanny twouble

After lunch at Cosí on Saturday, Karen and I went to Jembro, the Neiman-Marcus of dollar stores. I needed to pick up a couple of $1.29 curtain rods. I think Karen was there just because she likes it.

We were on our way out when two black tranny hookers who I occasionally see cruising 12th St. walked in. One of them was so tall her hair scraped the ceiling tiles, the other one was shorter and squatter but she also had some notable features. Her exposed breasts were so inflated that they completely covered her body from neck to waist. The sight of even one of these creatures at a time would be shocking even to me. Together they were dizzying.

I somehow managed to stop staring and turned to Karen. She was examining some crap priceless treasure on the wall. I whispered to her that she had to turn around right away and look at them. She did. Immediately. Oops.

“I saw that!” the tall one shouted. “You whispered to her to turn around and look. You’re making fun of my friend!” I stared, speechless. I imagined those huge tits coming to life, reaching across the room like two fat anacondas and crushing me. I started to move towards the door. Karen, bless her heart, tried to defuse the situation with humor. “Maybe he though she was pretty.” It didn’t work. As hard as it was, I didn’t dare laugh, either. Instead I did my best to make things worse. “ Well, If you don’t want people to look at them, put them away.” “WHAT!?!?” We kept moving towards the door. A barrage of comments about my height followed.

The tall tranny kept screaming at us as we made it to the front door. We were followed by a woman wearing a t-shirt that said “GIANT ARTICHOKE, CLARKESTON” with, of course, a picture of an artichoke on it. I said “Great t-shirt” and she replied, “You in trouble!” and laughed. She could laugh; she wasn’t the one in trouble! We gathered our belongings and ran out into the street.

Cecilio used to tell me someone was going to kill me someday because of my mouth and he would do nothing to save me. (No mystery why he’s my ex, eh?) He was probably right. I’m sure this would have been a freakish enough end to satisfy even him!

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July 26, 2005

18-22

The gay ideal: 18-22 years old, slim to skinny, no body or facial hair, shaved ass and balls.

My ideal: 35-60, beefy to muscular to reasonably chubby, hairy face, body, ass and genitals.

Yes, I know, everyone has their own “type” and, no, this doesn't bother me because I’m nearly three times as old as the target demographic. (Youngsters often say I’m “bitter” because I know I can never have them. News Flash: I don’t want ’em! Just look at the men whose pictures I post here. Get a grip.) This weird fascination with youth annoyed me even when I was in that age group. Honestly, I don’t get it. I’m beginning to think it’s pathological.

My regular readers have probably figured by now that I spend quite a bit of time online in gay chat. (Blame it on age, depression, health, laziness, I don’t care. In fact, don’t blame anything; I do it because it’s fun.)

It's hot. I will finish this later. Maybe.

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July 25, 2005

Vogue in situ

My AIDS Service Organization, The Mazzoni Center is in a small office building at 12th and Chestnut Sts. The lobby is only about twenty feet across. The wall opposite the entry doors is mirrored and the four tiny elevators are along the left wall.

The other night I had to be there for a 6PM appointment with my psycho-pharmacologist. Preceding me into the building were three thuggish Latin guys. As soon as they got inside and saw the mirrored wall, all three of them screamed out loud and started runway-walking back and forth across the lobby! It was so shocking, I thought I was going to shit myself laughing.

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July 22, 2005

Homo-erotic art

This is just one small section of huge, incredibly gay bas-relief surrounding the front doors of the PennMutual tower on Walnut St., just below 5th, directly across from Independence Hall. All of the scenes depict printing and the artist was obviously fond of young musclemen. I love that manly nipple!

UPDATE: I’ve been informed that this in the Classical Style which emulated ancient greek art, including their love of young men. The fact that the depictions are so…umm…hot is not necessarily a sign of the artist’s homosexuality.

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July 15, 2005

A Sexy Celebrity Affair

What can I say? I’m really jealous of Apollo’s tunic.

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July 5, 2005

Gay Pride

I couldn’t agree more with Joe. My. God.. It’s the one day a year for us to be ourselves. Just go read it ’cause he says it so much better than I can. And he’s cute, too!

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June 29, 2005

Yeah, THAT’S why you were fired

xxXxxX1986: i got fired from my job :(
Wheresmyxxxxxx: OMG I am sorry..what did you do?
xxXxxX1986: lol i dont know :(
xxXxxX1986: they didnt tell me. they left a msg on my anwsering machine.. so i went into human resources..
xxXxxX1986: 4 ppl were uncomfortable working with a gay guy so managment fired me.
xxxmyxxxx: get out of here
Wheresmyxxxxxx: Well sue them
The_Xxxx: LOL...there's a lawsuit
xxxmyxxxx: that is discrimination
they can not fire you because you are gay
xxXxxX1986: see. everyone tells me to do that.. :(
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: it i legal in pa to be fired for being gay\
The_Xxxx: where did you work?
xxXxxX1986: but i just dont have the strength anymore to fight.
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: look at the late night tv add from the gblt gourp
xxXxxX1986: iam sick of fighting with jobs..
xxXxxX if you sue you might not have to fight again
xxXxxX1986: lol girl.. its not that serious ill find a better job
Very sorry to hear it xxXxxX.
Wheresmyxxxxxx: it's not the point josh
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: where it is lefal in pa to fire him for being gay!
xxXxxX1986: ednewton? what the fuck ru trying to say
xxXxxX1986: u cant even type
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: true
xxXxxX1986: so whatever ur trying say cant even come out right so just hush
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: but they did not break a law firing you
xxXxxX1986: ur breaking some laws right now by being a hot mess
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: you think i am hot wow
xxXxxX1986: lol no read the words HOT MESS
The_Xxxx: oh good lord in heaven
Ed-Xxxxxxx-Pa: xxXxxX i feel your pain !!
xxXxxX1986: lol girll i dont have pain lol..
xxxmyxxxx: xxXxxX what type of employer are they?
xxXxxX1986: i dont care guys !
xxXxxX1986: with my qualifications and back ground ill land a even better job
xxXxxX1986: rsx_02 is my lover haha we are going to get married xxxmorrow thnx
lonewolfXXX: rsx is DEFINITELY cute
xxXxxX1986: hes mine thnx have a nice day
masculineguyXXX: rsx_02 is a fucking fake loser faggot
xxXxxX1986: no that would be you.
xxXxxX1986: see unlike u, he can hold a convo you are fake
masculineguyXXX: nope i know rsx
onexxx4u: rsx is a nice guy
xxXxxX1986: you are a MESS haha
XxxxxKenaiyochan: masculineguy ok you dude are the one who is FAKE
masculineguyXXX: ur a fag too
XxxxxKenaiyochan: your pic is like 15 years old you live in a house with 2 older people
xxXxxX1986: a fag? why bc i turned you down? haha
xxXxxX1986: OK
XxxxxKenaiyochan: you arent out to anyone
xxXxxX1986: :) thats hot!
XxxxxKenaiyochan: you fucking smell and you are a rude dumbass who prays on young hot people
onexxx4u: oh my
XxxxxKenaiyochan: such as myself
xxXxxX1986: oh girl.. you just served him
xxXxxX1986: thnx haha
XxxxxKenaiyochan: need i mention 2 years ago?
XxxxxKenaiyochan: i didnt think so thank you
XxxxxKenaiyochan: ....and i am done ^_^
masculineguyXXX: what u saying chink
onexxx4u: what?
XxxxxKenaiyochan: get it STR8
XxxxxKenaiyochan: ...i am JAP
XxxxxKenaiyochan: ^_^
masculineguyXXX: gook
HighStrungLoner: And these people think they get fired because they're GAY.

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June 25, 2005

Oh, THAT’S when it happened!

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stripped_down: what's shampoo's theme tonite
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June 21, 2005

The death of Gaydar

The New York Times finally catches on to what I’ve been saying for years: Gay men FOLLOW trends now, they don’t START them anymore. They have become completely uninteresting as a group. By the way, the charticle is wrong; American Idol is SO gay. I swear I’m the only gay man on earth who doesn’t watch it. Young gay guys are all on friendster now, for crying out loud. Can you get more white bread? (Come to think of it, yes, there’s Josh Groban!) And they have no idea who John Waters is. Really, they don’t. What the fuck happened??

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What about Gay Sloth??

Kitty62 sent me this link from Manhattan Offender, which asks why Pride is the only Deadly Sin we celebrate every year. She’s right, too.

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June 17, 2005

I got the itch!

Fuck the critics! They must be neuters. A Dirty Shame is the funniest John Waters movie in years.

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June 16, 2005

He came from outer space…

Out on DVD today! A beautiful, entertaining and very moving documentary about Klaus Nomi. He was a bright light of the New York New-Wave-but-not-quite-punk scene. He was someone I would normally have found pretentious and silly, but Nomi’s utter sincerity and stunning talent made him shine through all the crap. He really must be seen to be believed. There is footage of his very first public performance at the otherwise unremarkable “New Wave Vaudeville” produced by Ann Magnusen, who, of course, became really famous later. He stunned the audience which included lucky, lucky ME! He went on to perform famously with David Bowie on Saturday Night Live and had a huge following in Europe. It ends quite sadly after a triumphant return to New York for a great performance at the Mudd Club. His death in the early days of the AIDS epidemic is especially sad for reasons that go beyond the disease. It’s a wonderful film. Please see it, even if only to gawk at the sexy Man Parrish, one of Klaus’s cohorts and the man responsible for the soundtrack to my favorite porn film, Joe Gage’s Heatstroke. He’s still hot and still working. He did a great remix of Klaus’ Total Eclipse, included on the DVD.

It was also really nice to see that people like Kristian Hoffman from The Marbles who wrote most of Klaus’ songs and artist Kenny Scharf are still around and, apparently, working. Look for some old black and white footage of some kind of party with every member of Television and Blondie in attendance. It’s fun!

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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.

Ugh.

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April 27, 2005

Man of the week

And he’s in a toilet!!

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April 26, 2005

Toilet sex

I was really hoping the days of tea-room sex raids were over, but apparently I was wrong. The Philadelphia Police, our District Atorney’s office and crews from four local news affilaites descended on a traditionally “cruisy” department store bathroom last week and the results were 1predictably appalling. All four local news programs splashed mug shots of the twelve men arrested on both their early and late night editions. Oy.

If this were a sincere expression of the City government’s feelings about gay sex, I would disagree with it but somehow accept that it was about some legal issue or other and I’d find a way to deal with it. But it’s NOT. It’s about making a splash in the press because our DA is up for re-election this year. In the past this kind of thing only happened here when the State DA was stumping. Apparently, long-time City DA Lynne Abrahams (who, by the way, is quite obviously a lesbian) must have some actual competition in the upcoming election because she’s stooped much lower than she was previously willing just to get some votes. I mean, why else is sex in a Strawbridge’s bathroom suddenly so fucking important? Well?

As if that wasn’t bad enough, local gay bar-owner and slumlord Mel Heifetz, described in the press this week as a “gay advocate,” expressed his disgust towards the arrested men with this gem: “It’s also very much in bad taste. It certainly doesn't have to be with all the freedoms that gay people have today.” Thanks for the advocacy, Mel! Sorry they offended your sense of good taste. No, it doesn’t “have to be” but did it ever occur to you that they might just like it??

Worst of all, though, are the reactions I’ve seen in local chat rooms. They range from the usual jokes, which are fine, to characterizations as brutal as anything you might hear from the religious right. It’s very sad to me how utterly conservative gay youth have become. ”Pathetic, ugly old trolls“ who have to use a public bathroom to find sex. The idea of sexual diversity is completely foreign to them. How the hell did that happen? I remember when gay people weren’t just on the cutting edge of style and sexuality, they were the cutting edge. Not any more. All these guys seem to want out of life is the sappy, sickening idea of romance and eternal love sold to them by television. They think anyone who wants something different is either sick or crazy. Most of these guys are glad a dozen gay men got arrested for having sex! They sound like their parents. How sad is that?

And they call me a “hater.”

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April 9, 2005

InActionAIDS

When I left Provincetown, I walked away from the incredibly good Massachusetts State health coverage. If you’re poz there and you have no medical coverage, you’re pretty much guaranteed whatever you need. Doctor visits, hospital stays, prescriptions drugs, the works. One of the main reasons I didn’t stay in New Orleans was that none of that was available to me. In fact, this week I got a pile of medical bills forwarded to me from down there. They are shockingly high. (I’ll never be able to pay them but, luckily, my credit report couldn’t be worse than it already is.)

So, as soon as I signed my lease and knew my permanent address in Philly, I signed up for HIV case management at AACO, a City agency. I chose ActionAIDS as my AIDS Service Organization (ASO). Then. I. Waited. For six weeks. Finally, I called them. Coincidentally. the case manager on duty was mine. She said he had mailed me some material and called. Anyway, we made an appointment for this past Monday.

OK, I will not dwell on the fact that she was really, really fat. In fact, that wouldn’t have mattered to me at all if she had the slightest clue what she was doing. When I asked about Medicaid, she said she’d ask her supervisor about it. I mentioned the nearly debilatating depression that I suffered in New Orleans. She told me she “reached for the chocolate” when she’s depressed! (No kidding!) My mention of high prescription drug costs brought a comparison with the price of gas. Discount prescription programs for people with HIV (called ADAP in most of the country)? She’d never heard of it.

I stopped, stunned in the middle of the intake and said, “I don’t want so seem rude but you’re a case manager; you’re supposed to know this stuff.” She sheepishly confessed that she was “new.” I pretended to understand but I wondered to myself if ActionAIDS provides any training for case management. Maybe I was spoiled by The Provincetown AIDS Support Group. No. This woman is an idiot. She is a fat, white do-gooder who should be driving disabled children around in a van. That, really, is her level of competence.

I make my needs as an informed HIV-care consumer pretty clear. I’m interested in practicalitites, not emotional support. Since I am on disability for COPD, I ask for help applying for Government services. I expect my case manager to not just know the procedures but to know how to navigate them efficiently. This woman had no idea the programs even existed! I want to know how to get affordable prescription drugs for depression. All she can offer is her ear when I am depressed. Gosh. Thanks.

Needless to say, after asking around, I called AACO again and changed my ASO to The Mazzoni Center. (My intake there this morning went very well.) Unfortunately, the news of my decision didn’t reach her before she called me to follow up on a few things and I had to tell her myself. I did it very nicely, of course. Yes, I’m a coward. Yes, I will send off a polite email to her supervisor voicing my concerns. No, I won’t mention that she’s fat.

(Oh, I never got the mail she claimed to have sent me, either.)

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