Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Sick. Twisted. Wrong... I LOVE IT!

Okay, I was looking for a video of a Helio since I'm thinking about buying one, but found this instead. Apparently, Amp'd decided death and prostitution was a good way to sell phones.



If anyone out there is using a Helio and reads this, give me a shout and let me know what you think of them and their service. Of course, if you work in the marketing department of Helio, feel free to send me a free phone and I'll totally whore myself out to promote you :-)

Monday, July 24, 2006

SpermCube

Imagine it, 1000 liters of ejaculate frozen in a transparet tube for all to see! An artist in France wants men all over the world to jack off into test tubes and send it to him so he can pour the whole lot into a big transparent cube and then flash freeze it. The biggest cube of cum ever! Then again, how many cubes of cum have there been...outside of a Damon Dogg video I mean.

Take a look at this site SpermCube.Org for all the details. You know, I have the strangest feeling Philippe Meste is a strange French translation for Paul Morris


Oh, any yes...I sent away for my own personal donation kit :-)

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Hmmm...haven't blogged in a while. I have tons of stuff written as drafts, but haven't posted any.

Been an interesting week. I photographed a guy on Sunday, went out on a date on Monday that went nowhere. I mean, we're talking the living dead here. He was so freakin' boring! Other than a mutal love of photography, there just isn't anything there.

Tuesday, I went with an Indonesian friend to Georgie's Alibi for a drink. After he left, I had that little tingle and walked inside to find my old roomate from South Beach, Ryan was in town from Canada. So, I sat down with the Asian Sensation (Ryan's a Chinese Trini), his friends and some guy I think I may have slept with, but neither of us mentioned it. It was so great to see him again and as God is my witness, I will drag my ass up to the frozen white north...well, Canada and see him in November.

Wednesday, I was doing laundry when Delicious D. showed up. Now Delicious D. is this guy who I've occasionally played with. Cute as hell, little waist, juicy bootie and these arms that are just perfect. He also has a perfect dick and I happen to like sucking perfect dicks...it works all around. Ended up going back to his house and had some fun. He's got the most beautiful house and hopefully I can get his ass to move back to wherever he comes from and sell it to me. I think he's an oral only guy and I was hoping with an ass like that he'd be a bottom, but we'll see what happens.

Oh, unfortunately, my niece's dog died after being hit by a car. I felt so bad, since she had personally selected it as a birthday present and loved the little thing dearly. I was a bit surprised to see her talking about it on the news, though. Yeah, a news crew went over and did a segment on it. Argh! I got no less than 4 phone calls (Hey man, your sister's on TV!).

Hmm...should I be good and stay in tonight or go out to Georgie's and have some $3 20 oz. Long Island Iced Tea? Decisions, decisions. Okay, a long blog post, with no web links, really, so I'll throw this your way and hope y'all enjoy it. I called it "Shakira Naked On The Wall". It is a piece of public art in Miami's Design District.

Shakira Naked On The Wall #1

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Freaky Friday

I'll make this a brief one, since I'm about to head over to play slots at the Hard Rock.

Met a guy at a porno shop (yeah, that got your attention bitches). We have a mutal friend in the counter person, that's all. Anyway, I go down the beach at sunset with him and take his photo. Unfortunately, we got there late and I only got off a few shots before we had to pack it up. We're gonna try again on Sunday. One of the two good shots:


So, I drop him back home, go home and walk Doggie only to pass out in front of Stargate. Wake up in the middle of the night and Doggie is yakking on my pillow. Get up to change it and realize she's yakked all over the bed. End up going to Gateway Laundromat where I interrupt some amateur filming in progress. Now, I'm not sure what they were filming since two of the girls are dressed up as sex kittens and the third girl is a dominatrix. Took a couple photos, walked past the Schubert (hey, I'm single and like to mingle) and end up chatting with an insane American Indian bisexual who is drunk as hell and keeps asking me if I have any change and if I want a swig of his Schlitz Malt Liquor.

Okay, get the fuck outta there and on the way back home, pass this cute guy walking. He gives me a look, I think "U-Turn!" and drive around the block to get back to him when he reaches the next corner. I get there and don't see him. Suddenly he steps outta the bushes buck naked! Now, this is one freakin' block off Sunrise and not exactly a very quiet street. Okay, cute, nicely equipped and gave me a good view of his bootie which was just right. I just said, "Later man" and thanked God for the good jackoff material. Yeah, I've done it here, there and everywhere with a significant fraction of the world's male population. Still, even I'm not gonna plow some guy who strips naked in the streets to pick up guys at 1 in the morning!

Anyway, got a kind a good shot on a 30 second exposure coming home. Take a look and enjoy if it is your type of thing. If I win big, I'll buy you all a hotdog :-)

Monday, July 10, 2006

Cuddle Buddies

Someone wanted to know if I wanted to become their "cuddle buddy". We're both single with no prospect of romance on the horizon. We're both very physical people (very touch feely in a nonsexual way with people). I'm just wondering, can you be a "cuddle buddy" and not have it slip into something sexual? He's very attractive, but I don't want to have sex with him, just cuddle with him.

I admit, I've been sort of longing for someone to just lay on the sofa with and watch a movie or just lounge around with. I like the idea of laying on the sofa and just wrapping my arms around someone. I turned down someone who wanted to be a "cuddle buddy" with me a few months ago because I knew what he wanted wasn't physical closeness but sex. I just wanted that physical closeness, not a sexual relationship.

Would this just be something to keep me from getting into a relationship since I'd have the physical closeness I love already? Or is this a healthy way to enjoy physical closeness with someone I like?

Jeez, this is just too confusing for me.

Oh, found this link while looking for info: http://www.cuddlepartysf.com/
and this one http://www.cuddleparty.com/
(not planning a cuddle party, was just looking for information about the whole cuddle buddy thing)

Saturday, July 08, 2006

This always makes me cry

I don't know why, but this scene from Beautiful Thing always makes me cry. Don't worry, this isn't gonna be a video filled blog. I just wanted to share this one.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Hunks & Hangovers

Part of this post was written while under the influence of a gigantic Long Island Iced Tea and a Mailbu and OJ. So forgive any misspellings and poor grammar.

So, Thursday was an interesting day for me. I hit the jam packed Thursday at Georgie's Alibi to meet up with fellow SoFla blogger RJ to help him ring in his 43rd year. Unfortunately, I was so late getting back from Miami, I barely had time to walk the dog, shower, munch a protein bar and hit the road. I got there before he did and ended up hanging out with Lush #1, Lush #2 and Lushette. I love my friends, but some of them are seriously hard drinking bitches.

I have to give RJ his props. Yeah, he's got the muscles, the hot ass, the super smile and everything else you just expect to see on guys here. He's also got one extremely rare quality in SoFla: he's a good guy. He's nice, polite and he's just got this really positive energy about him. He's not catty, bitchy, whiny or anything like that. It was nice to hang with someone cool and fun with a brain and no attitude. A fresh of breath air that man is. His ex was there as well and he was nice as well. I wouldn't say it in front of RJ, but DAMN! His ex is phine! He's also a fellow clarinet player and you know us black band geeks gotta stick together. :-)

One sour note was a guy called me that I honestly don't know that well. He was apparently working his way down his cellphone since he was out in the parking lot a bit past tipsy. Now, I'm not one for hanging with people who've had too much, but I'll give him credit for trying to find a ride home instead of driving himself. I bid RJ and his ex a good night and sat down with this fellow, Buck to wait out his alcohol. I found out later that RJ hit the Ramrod and entered the Bulge Contest. Argh! I miss out on that to babysit a drinker :-( Still, it was the right thing to do and I'd hope in the unlikely event I was in his shoes someone would wait out my alcohol with me. I'm still not sure how he had my number since the last time I talked to him was about 8 months ago about the election campaign he was working on.

Okay, I'm at Gateway laundromat and I've gotta get back to the laundry. Y'all be good and have fun this weekend. This weekend will be dull for me with the exception of the gangbang I'm photographing this Sunday at a porno shop. Hey, for $100 and hour, I'd photograph paint drying and you would too so don't hate!

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Assless

Okay, it isn't what you think. The straight muscleboy who lives across the river and comes over to get plowed has decided to marry his chick. Honestly, I'm not sure how that's gonna work out, but hope he'll be happy. I'm just pissed off because it isn't like hot straight boys looking for an ass filling are dime a dozen. Still it was nice while it lasted.

On a happier note, the good news of the day:

J., a model I first photographed 2 yeas ago (sweet guy, perfect ass, THICK dick) has gotten an offer to shoot for Flavamen and some of his photos will hopefully make it into Inches or Latin Inches.

Happy birthday wishes to RJ! who I still can't belive is 43 today.

Happy pre-birthday wishes to Wah, the biggest, thickest and most bootylicious asian model I've ever seen.

One more birthday shoutout to Corin over at thecorky.com who hit a very hot 39 this week. Be sure to check out his site for a link to his newest Titan video.

A most serious "thank you" to all the kind men who pulled out their dicks in bars, parking lots and on the beach this past week. I sent all the photos to The Rimmer and hopefully, Guido will put them in the next issue.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Open Letter to James (The Ex)

This was originally written in a semi-drunken state after a rather wild night out with friends. Despite that, I'm just going to put it out there as it is. Read it if you want. Don't read it if you don't want to. Either way, here it is for the world to see.

Dear James,

Well, it has been a year since you left me to "find yourself" and "discover if you could make it as an individual and not as part of a couple". The last year has been hard on me emotionally, physically and financially.

First, losing you was incredibly hard on me emotionally. When we got together I wasn't sure if I could actually let myself love someone again after what had happened in my previous relationship. I let my guard down, let you into my life and you left me. You left me after all those years and went straight into the arms of someone else. Yeah, so much for "finding yourself". I thought I was important to you even after the breakup. I told people "oh, we'll be friends, there's too much between us. You can't just chuck all that love". I realized after Hurrican Wilma I didn't mean much to you after all. You never called to ask if I was okay or even alive. You never wondered if my business had come through okay. I would think the fact that an oak tree was inside of my house might lead you to wonder about my wellbeing, but I guess not. Even then, I still cared about you. Even when Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and my fucking birthday passed without a word from you. Then a call, just to let me know that you didn't think we should keep in contact since your new partner didn't like it. Thanks. That was nice.

The hardest part of all of this is that over the last year I've thought of you just about every fucking day and it fucking kills me! You dropped my ass like a lava rock straight out of the volcano, but I can't get past you and move on. A year later and I still miss you. I still sleep on "my side of the bed". I wonder how you're doing. If life is treating you well. I wonder if he loves you as much as I do, even after all the pain you've caused me. I think I may be permanently broken. I think I've crazy glued my heart together twice and there isn't going to be a third time.

On the plus side, I've found a nice new apartment. Cool neighbours and Lucy Doggie has a bit of grass to run around on and catch a tan. My car is finally completely road worthy and things are improving at work. If you had been in contact with me you'd have know I had the surgery and my heart is perfectly normal now. No more cardioversions and no more PVCs. Made some new friends. Been doing more freelance photography. Traveled a bit more than I did with you. Went skydiving, bungee jumping, diving, jet skiing, water skiing (it ripped 1/2 the hairs off my legs!).

I don't have a man in my life. I've gone out on a couple dates, but nobody is very interesting to me. Honestly, I just "dial a dick" when I need to get off since I've managed to find 3 good fuckbuddies, but alas no boyfriend. Although, having had that HIV scare after you barebacked with that Marine in Key West makes me just a tad nervous about sleeping with anyone these days. Still negative here and planning to stay that way. You'll be happy to know that I don't think you gave me the HPV you caught since I haven't had any sort of outbreaks. Still that sucker could lay dormant for years before something happens so I'll just have to wait a while before I can have a coming out party for it! Just to recap, you 1) Exposed me to HPV and then 2) Had unsafe sex with a stranger while we were on vacation and then continued to have unprotected sex with me. Yeah, you sooooooo loved me. Still, I wasn't entirely without fault. I did photograph someone nude in the house without your permission. I can understand how you were upset by that since it really does compare with the HPV and HIV scare.

Why can't I fucking get over you? Why can't I just let your damned memory go? You obviously are over me and don't give a shit about me so why can't I just get over you and no longer care anything about you? How did you do it? How did you just move on so fast from me and erase me from your heart? What is your secret to moving on?

My own private Year of Hell has come to a close. I'm hoping the next one is the one where I don't think about you everyday. The year I don't wish you well all the time. The year I can just go someplace we used to go together and not think about how we used to go there. The year I'm content to be without you. The year where I can finally say....

Goodbye James