Naked Came I

I believe that I know who this guy is. I mean, real name, where he lives, what he is like, what he does for a living. Everything. I am almost totally positive that I've jacked him off in a club here in D.C. I am somewhat convinced (somewhat) that I've actually sucked on that cock, and a bit more sure that I've masturbated him until he ejaculated.

But for the life of me, I can't really say for sure.

I even think that I know when and where this photo was taken, and by whom.

And, by the way, that erection is like that constantly. He's either flaccid, or so hard it hurts. Nothing in between. Like steel. Always. Permanently. Wonderfully...

A fragment of memory, half-whispered and dimly perceived

Labels: big balls, big cocks, blonds, legs, nipples, photography, tattoos, twinks, Washington D.C.

That face is one of those eternally boyish faces that he'll wear until he's 75. A lot of men will see that face, and reject him. "He's too young."

Book. Cover. Judge.

I think he's adorably attractive.

Next, look at that body. Those sweet pecs. Those chewy nipples. That fantastic, furry tummy. Those pubes. Those fine legs. That cum-moist uncut dick.

Sensory overload.

Pure sensory overload again...

Tummy perfection

Labels: big cocks, brunettes, cum, foreskin, legs, muscle, nipples, pecs, photography, pubes, twinks

I sometimes get overwhelmed with sensory input.

You know, when you find someone so unalterably smart, or funny, or loving, or sexy, or beautiful that you can't even say why he is that way.

This model is like that.

I can talk about his monster dick, or huge knob, or foreskin, or hard body, or good looks, or heavy balls, or nice hair.

But that never, ever, not with any skill I possess, gets close to the heart of what I see.

Or feel.

Cummy perfection

Labels: big balls, big cocks, big knob, brunettes, cum, muscle, photography, twinks

"Look, we can talk about your needless shame later..."



I'm not sure what the point of yesterday's new episode of The Venture Brothers was about. Did someone poison The Monarch? Why did Dr. Venture react so mildly to Mrs. Dr. Girlfriend -- when, in the past, he's done nothing but hit on her (believing that they slept together way back in episode "Mid-Life Chrysalis")? Why did The Monarch calm down so quickly once he found out Mrs. Dr. Girlfriend had left for the supposed nude photo shoot for Modern Enemy Monthly magazine? Why did Tim-Tom and Kevin (the Murderous Moppets) give up so easily? Why would 21 think that he killed 24 -- when all his transformations into a muscleboy and his pledge to never let another Henchman die on his watch happened after 24 had already died? Why the endless, endless riff on Princess Littlefeet having sex with other men? Why is this funny?

In fact, the show only goes somewhere right after the credits, when the unidentified hand of a Monarch henchman checks off the Venutre Family on Henchman 21's list of people to investigate, and the skull of Henchman 24 is mysteriously moved from one side of the room to another.

Otherwise, I'm not sure that we even got character development in this episode. Certainly no plot.

And is anyone else tired yet of the constant references to Sgt. Hatred's pedophilia? That joke was old last year. (And has anyone else noticed that the "H" on his face doesn't move, even when his eyebrows, eyes, mouth, or forehead does?)



"It's the Chinese water torture. It's kinda not really torture, it's like...uh, napping under an air conditioner, sorta."

Labels: The Venture Bros.

Homophobe and professional football player Larry Johnson has been released by the Kansas City Chiefs.

Johnson was suspended two weeks ago for using a homophobic slur on Twitter, and again in a conversation with reporters in the locker room. Rather than punish Johnson just for that (he might claim a religious exemption -- since so many Christian sects believe in the "homosexuality is a sin" heresy -- or claim a free speech exemption), the Chiefs also publicly decried several other incidents Johnson had been engaged in, such as criticizing head coach Todd Haley's lack of football playing experience and belittling a fan (Johnson said, essentially, "I make more money than you so shut up").

Johnson issued an apology for his actions, but did not apologize to gays.

Last year, Johnson was suspended for two games by the Chiefs and one game by the NFL for a series of incidents in which he physically attacked, physically abused, or verbally assaulted women in bars.

Now, the Washington Redskins are considering picking up Johnson. Star running back Clinton Portis suffered a concussion in Sunday's game against the Atlanta Falcons, and the Redskins see nothing wrong with hiring a homophobe and misogynist.

One wonders if the gay community in D.C. will do anything about the Johnson hire (assuming the racist Redskins pick his contract up)?

I doubt it. But let's hope, shall we?

Labels: football, gay rights, Washington D.C.

This is a portion of a statue in Washington, D.C. This portion is titled "Military Instruction."

Military? "Sexual" is more like it...

Labels: art, erotic art, Washington D.C.

HYSTERICAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Labels: humor, music

I am not a baseball fan. I am a fan of baseball players. Seattle's Ichiro Suzuki can shove his bat into me any day. I can see how fans stop themselves from running onto the field and tearing his clothes off so that he has to play naked.

Labels: Asians, athletes, celebrities

...as heart-rendingly beautiful as they come.

Labels: blonds, gay porn, photography

This was fall at my house.

Labels: seasons, Washington D.C.

I'm not sure why I like this photograph. Maybe it is the model's handsome face -- those eyebrows, those eyes, that nose, those ears. Maybe it is the way he's biting his lip a little nervously. Maybe it is his lightly muscled but well-toned pecs, and those beautiful, hard nipples. Maybe it is the slightly furry tummy. Maybe it is the sweet, natural cum dribbling down his stomach. Maybe it is his larg, thick penis. Maybe it is his dark brown pubes, slightly trimmed but not denuded. Maybe it is the self-concious way his thumb is holding his cock up for the photographer, so they get a better picture. Maybe it is those strong, long-fingered hands, wet with semen. Maybe it is those nice, firm legs.

I don't know.

I just know I masturbated to this, and screamed while cumming.

Maybe's, endless maybe's

Labels: big cocks, brunettes, cum, nipples, pecs, photography, pubes

I find it deepy amusing to view the page statistics on Wikipedia. Especially my own articles. The conceit is that what you are contributing actually informs and is enjoyed by people, and that you're not some sort of Bulwer-Lytton.* It's been a week since I made seven contributions to the Halloween effort of the "Did You Know...?" section on Wikipedia's front page. "Mashed pumpkin" was listed first in its DYK posting; items listed first tend to get any more clicks than items listed second through eighth. It also had an image attached (the first time one of my self-made images got onto the front page of Wikipedia), which also enhances its popularity. Below are the stats:

• Mashed pumpkin - 3,600


• Reportedly haunted locations in Washington, D.C. - 1,300


• The Ghost Ship - 2,500


• Hell Gate - 7,300


• The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer: My Life at Rose Red - 1,400


• Chris Massoglia - 3,200 (29,000 since inception as non-stub on Oct. 18, 2009)


• The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud - 3,100

I noticed a couple of things. First, I was surprised to see that "mashed pumpkin" got as many views as it did. It's not an exciting article, you understand. But it was cute, and fun to write, and I loved buying a pumpkin, mashing it, and photographing it. (Career in food styling, here I come!) It was the lowest-performing of the any of the "lead" DYKs for Halloween. (Others got 6,200 or more page views; Chauchilla Cemetery got 23,872 page views, making it the 21st most-popular DYK page of all time as of today.)

Second, death, murder, and the word "hell" draw gajillions of viewers. Who knew that the article on the ghost town of Hell Gate would draw so many viewers????

Third, writing about male teen actors draws in viewers. That stupid Chris Massoglia aricle has drawn more than 29,000 page views since I worked on it. That he had a movie coming out didn't hurt, I guess. But all those page views came before Halloween (his stupid, stupid film opened on October 23); I began work on his article on October 18, and did some minor upgrades on October 25. Even that article about Zac Efron's upcoming film (The Death and Life of Charlie St. Cloud) drew 3,100 views. (The only really notable thing about that film so far is that Efron was seen running around shirtless on the set; I bet including shots of that would have increased page views 500,000 percent! By the way: Nice bulge, Zac!)

Lastly, I'm disappointed that so few people wanted to read "Reportedly haunted locations in Washington, D.C." It's well-researched, balanced (I don't pooh-pooh anything, and yet avoid credulity as well), and contains some fascinating background stuff. It took forever to do (I worked on it for seven weeks!). My local librarian hates me due to my incessant interlibrary loan requests. And nobody cared. *sigh* A list with only minimal text and unreliable citations ("List of reportedly haunted locations") got 85 percent more page views. (What's worse, an article about an "amateur historian" -- we call those autodidacts in the trade -- who "rescued" the Wikipedia article on Washington, D.C., got a front-page story in the Washington Post on October 23. One might have thought, what with Halloween coming up, that might have driven some traffic to the "haunting" page. But no... FYI, I am very faintly acquainted with Josh Howell, aka AgnosticPreachersKid, also mentioned in that article.)

Interestingly, a couple days after Halloween, I got another article -- Eroto-comatose lucidity -- onto DYK. It got 7,300 page views.

I guess writing about having sex until you drop is very, very interesting to people.











* - Edward Bulwer-Lytton is famous for beginning his 1830 novel, Paul Clifford, with the sentence, "It was a dark and stormy night..." The phrase became popular as a symbol of florid, self-consciously dramatic, formulaic, convoluted, bad writing. The English Department at San Jose State University hosts an annual "dark and stormy night" writing contest.

Labels: self-esteem, Wikipedia, writing

"Nude flesh has been made safe by art, and in the process lost its potency. Experts have set about restoring it."


* * *


So goes an article about nudity in classic art in today's Washington Post. I'm not entirely sure what the point of the article is, as the Post rarely (ever?) runs thought-pieces on current issues in art criticism. There's no exhibit of the same name in any local museum, and there is barely any reference to the numerous nude images (paintings, drawings, sculptures, photographs, prints, etc.) in the Smithsonian (by far the largest nearby collection of artistic works) or the Corcoran (a private institution prone to more avant-garde works, like nudes).

The article focuses very heavily on female nudes in classic art. I guess that's to be expected in a heteronormative society and culture. The passing references to male nudes are nothing but "Uncle Toms" -- tossed in just so the reporter (I dare not call him a "journalist," as there's not original investigation here) can say "See? I mentioned those homoerotic male statues... No, I'm married, yes, absolutely, I love my wife, totally. Pussy pussy pussy is all I think about, all day long."

I have to give the author of the article kudos for not engaging in "giggling journalism." Most of the time when you read an article like this, the author can barely conceal their discomfort, shame, and unease with writing about nudity. Like a giggling schoolgirl sneaking into the boy's bathroom and giggling in embarrassment (because she knows of no way of communication her real, new-found emotions) at the bobbling willies in front of her, many reporters and journalists cannot write for mass audiences without couching their writing in double-entendre and repeatedly emphasizing how nude and naked the art is. They cannot stop telling you how much they blush, how deeply offended they are (but they are marshalling their greatest courage to write about it nonetheless), how they are embarrassed at their own titillated reaction.

"Giggling journalism" is the most unprofessional kind of reporting there is. Anyone who engages in it should be immediately barred from their local press association. (Consider the reaction if the White House press corps repeatedly talked about how overawed they were by being in the presence of the President of the United States. Those people would be replaced.)

But, even though this article has its flaws, it is a first step and worth the read.

I wonder, though, what the dividing line is between "classic" art and "recent" art. Do the nudes of Thomas Eakins -- such as "The Swimming Hole" -- qualify for mention here? If not, why not? What about the photographs of Wilhelm von Gloeden? Eakins' homoerotic (Eakins was homosexual) painting of teens and young men swimming near Philadelphia hangs in the Smithsonian. Von Gloeden's work is currently being auctioned by Christie's, and originals are highly prized and collected worldwide (even as they were in the artist's lifetime). Eakins was active from the 1870s to the 1910s. Von Gloeden was active from the mid-1870s to the 1930s. Both were well known for their male nudes; neither is mentioned here. One can see where photography is slighted in this article, and why von Gloeden would not be mentioned. But Eakins is a critically important American artist. He gets nothing? Harumphf.



Some von Gloedens for those of you of a more sensitive and delicate nature

Labels: art, erotic art, gay art, homoeroticism, photography

The Metalocalypse season three begins Monday, November 9, at 12:30 AM Eastern time. Season 3 contains half-hour (not 15-minute) episodes, so set your timers accordingly.

Any show which depicts its lead characters attempting autofellatio in the season finale is worth watching.

Sadly, it has been 10 months and we still have no word on a Superjail season two. I expect it is not happening.

Labels: Cartoon Network, Metalocalypse, TV

It's been a long, tiring week and I can't talk about any of it. It also is not going to end until at least Tuesday, if then.

I got my hair cut Wednesday, and spent an hour calming down my stylist (who has various emotional problems). It's not easy to quiet the demon-possessed soul of a hyper-queer, astrology-believing, must-be-the-center-of-attention gay transvestite in a public place. But I did it. What's sad is that he's actually a nice person, but clearly has had no stabilizing influences in his life whatsoever. Worse, he's built his entire life around this other person, who he has been friends with for three years. They spend about a 72-hour block of time alone together each week. Now he's done something stupid to piss off the friend-turned-boyfriend. And if they break up, there will be a huge time-hole in his life which will be impossible to fill. (Fill it he will, I'm sure, with many self-destructive actions.)

*sigh*

I expended all my psychological energy on that.

Now I am exhausted from the week's events, and more. I went grocery shopping, and could barely pick up enough stuff to just make sandwiches. I had forgotten my list, and had no mental capacity left to remember what it was I was supposed to get on the way home.

I wish I could do something immensely comforting. But I have no idea what to do. This is similar to the feeling you get when you are over-tired, and cannot sleep. I'm so psychologically exhausted, I cannot make decisions -- not even those decisions which would benefit me.

I want to be with someone, but want to make no effort to go anywhere or call anyone. I certainly don't want to meet anyone else's needs right now. I could not handle that.

What a sweet, sweet dick.

I love those legs, and that knob. Woof.

Spear me

Labels: big cocks, big knob, brunettes, Eastern Europeans, legs, nipples, photography, pubes, twinks

Did I forget to mention?

47 shopping days 'til Christmas!

Labels: Christmas

After three years at the helm of One In Ten, Margaret Murray is quitting to become the chief financial donors officer for an animal rights group.

She did not make this announcement prior to, or during, the recently passed Reel Affirmations film festival. Instead, she made it a week later, even though she clearly was already leaving by the time film fest rolled around. Apparently, she has already abandoned her One In Ten job: The One In Ten Web site has not been updated since June 2009. The Reel Afffirmations Web site has not been updated since early October 2009. (RA has yet to post the winners of its festival awards. In the past, these went up within 48 hours of the festival's conclusion.)

My comments about this year's festival:

• The new venue at the Harmon Center is nice, but small.


• The AFI is just too far out to make me want to see any films there. It takes me nearly 90 minutes to get home on Metro. I can't do that on a weeknight, and don't even want to it on a weekend night.


• Attendance was shocking low! Opening Night only saw half the Harmon filled.
  
• The Opening Night party was awful. Cheese and crackers? Bad wine?? Ugh.


• The programming is downright terrible. But then, Murray herself chose most of the films. RA's programming committees (Men's Features, Women's Features, Men's Shorts, Women's Shorts, and Documentaries/Transgender/Youth) have all largely ceased to function.


• There was no volunteer effort. The organization sent out two emails. Two! There were no venue managers, no volunteer sign-in sheets, no volunteers had to sign liability waivers, there was no supervision of volunteers, there was no training of volunteers.


• The door control was immensely lax. At both the Opening Night and Closing Night parties, I saw volunteers abandon the doors. People without tickets just came in without paying. Door control at films was similarly lax. They didn't scan tickets (like last year), and ripping of tickets happened only about half the time.


• As a VIP, you get nothing from film festival any more. Just four years ago, you used to get a VIP area where you received free beer, wine, and treats. You got to choose your seat at the main theater. You got unlimited entry to the theater ahead of time (so even if you didn't reserve a seat, you pretty much got your pick). You had various VIP-only parties during Opening Weekend and during the week. And you got a swag-bag. Now, you get almost nothing.


• As a VIP, you used to get six Friday night films throughout the year, as well as entry to the Pride Film Fest. All those events have now been cancelled.


• Film festival used to have many parties and events to go to. Now, there are only three: Opening, Closing, and Women's Brunch.


• Filmmaker appearances were almost nil this year.

Reel Affirmations used to be the third-largest LGBTQ film festival in the U.S. It has probably fallen to eighth or ninth now. Unlike OutFest (Los Angeles), Frameline (San Francisco), Phildelphia, Miami, Chicago, and Seattle, RA has no main corporate sponsor. Each year, a couple of companies are cobbled together to provide "sponsorship" of the film festival. Hardly any sponsors last more than two or three years before they drop out. None provide backbone support for the festival. As other festivals expand their offerings, RA shrinks its offerings. Other festivals create an identity (Latino-flavored; international focus; regional films; etc.), while RA drifts without one. Other festivals bring in filmmakers, producers, actors, screenwriters. Other festivals provide filmmaking classes, or acting workshops, or panels where writers or directors or actors can talk about filmmaking, or even a "film market" where filmmakers and distributors and financiers can meet to discuss deals. RA offers nothing.

Three years ago, One In Ten offered four distinct programs: A film festival; a program to raise funds to donate arts-related books to schools and other educational organizations; a comedy festival; and a LGBTQ museum project.

Today, One In Ten offers just a film festival. Yet, the organization's finances are in worse shape than ever, it no longer has office space to hold meetings, attendance at film festival is shrinking dramatically, and the organization has lost most of its volunteers.

I think death is right around the corner.

One In Ten was supposed to be a gay arts organization. It no longer is (if it ever was). It's just a film festival now, and a dying one.

Bad. Shame.

Labels: gay art, gay cinema

I've really only seen one good news analysis (well, only one analysis at all!) about the terrible gay rights movement's loss in Maine on November 4.

First off, we get this howler:

Some advocates said they were unimpressed last month when President Obama signed a law against gay hate crimes but offered relatively restrained remarks. They questioned whether it was time to take a more confrontational posture toward Mr. Obama, who benefited during the 2008 campaign from a surge of votes and donations from gay men and lesbians.

Hey kiddies!!! Guess what??? Name the only voting bloc to increase its support of the GOP in the 2008 election? You guessed it: Gays.

For anyone to claim that there was a "surge" in votes for Obama from gays and lesbians is utter, utter nonsense. Donations? Maybe. LGBTQ groups were certainly more active this last election. (What goes unmentioned is personal commitment of time, which is difficult to measure.)

Next comes this laugher:

In Maine, advocates had stuck to a familiar path: using their own personal stories, they tried to persuade voters that gay people were no different from their straight neighbors and deserved equal treatment under the law. Now, many will argue that that approach is not enough.

No shit. It's never been enough. Whoever said it would be enough????

That is only the first step.

But I'm not convinced that that happened in Maine. You see, it's not enough to "tell your story." You have to tell your story to those who oppose you. You have to defuse the opposition, not just preach to the crowd. I'm just not convinced that that happened. In fact, I harbor a very deep suspicion that most LGBTQ people in Maine merely told their story to the ether -- not to anyone in particular -- not to the co-worker, not to the neighbor, not to the people at the city council meeting. Instead, they "told their story" in impersonal ways, via TV, radio, and newspapers. Guess what? That is ineffective. No one ever was swayed by literature. It's only face-to-face discussion that is effective.

And it's not enough to just "tell your story." You have to motivate people to change what they are doing. You can't just "agree to disagree" (which is Maine's "live and let live" way of doing things). You have to do at least five things in order make the "tell your story" thing work:

1) You have to make the other person take a stand. For or against, they cannot remain neutral.

2) It is not enough to have someone say they support you. You have to make them prove it through a very public act. This act can be anything as simple as wearing a button, or posting a sign in their window, or attending a pro-gay-rights rally. But public action is the key. Simply having someone say "I support you" is bullshit. Case in point: Next time you see a Greenpeace activist on a street corner trying to sign people up, watch how many people say "But I'm already a member!" Lots of them do so. And almost none of them are. Right? Right. That's because people in confrontational situations want to defuse the confrontation, and will lie through their teeth to do so.

3) You need to educate and inoculate people against what the opposition will say. This has to be done face-to-face, just like telling your story. It is not enough to tell a sob-story about how badly you feel because you can't marry the man you love. You need to make predictions about what your enemies are going to say and do (educate). You need to tell the person you are talking to "This is why X argument is baloney..." (inoculate). I never saw anyone doing that in Maine. Everyone knew that the "they are going to teach homosexuality in the schools!" argument was coming, but no one educated and inoculated Mainers about that. They tried to counter it after the fact, but that is no good. It never works.

4) You need a strategy to build to Election Day. Any campaign must decide on an escalating series of events that showcases the gay rights movement's momentum and helps build that momentum as Election Day nears. Any campaign must get stronger and stronger commitments from people as it nears Election Day. Whether that's a two-week build, a three-week build, or a four-week build -- build you must. Building momentum makes undecideds realize that you are winning. And they want to be on the winning team! Building momentum deflates your opponents. Building momentum makes it easier for fence-sitters to join in, because they feel safer in the crowd.

5) You need to get out the vote. In Maine, the gay rights groups had a three-year head start in terms of organizing. They outspent their homophobic opponents 2-to-1. Yet, they lost. Why? Because Maine had massive turnout this election year, just about 50 percent. And yet almost none of the voters aged 18-to-30 turned out to vote. Voters 18-to-30 are the voters most likely to support gay marriage. But they did not vote. Period. That's why the gay rights people lost.

Meanwhile, what do gay rights advocates do?

Whine.

"They tend to marginalize the group that is being targeted and inflame people’s passions in a way that is at best divisive and at worst terribly cruel," said Jennifer C. Pizer, marriage project director for Lambda Legal, a national advocacy group.

BOO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Oh, my hurt widdle feewings!!! Wah wah wah!!!!!

Fuck off, Pizer. You don't know jack squat about politics. Neither does Joe "I'm so mad I could stamp my feet" Solomonese or Evan "Crybaby" Wolfson.

Politics is war. Your enemy slaughtered you. And what do you do about it? "Why...why....what that's not fair!"

Tough shit. Politics is never fair. And the moment the gay rights movement understand that they have to stop being whiny little kindergarteners and start playing hardball politics is the day they are going to win an election.

Far too many gay people believe "history is on our side." It's not, and it never will be, unless you get off your rich, fat, lazy asses and work work work work work for your rights.

Far too many gay people believe "the courts will save us." They won't. They never will. If you believe that court-approved civil rights are effective, go into any African American ghetto today and ask them how effective the civil rights rulings of the 1950s and 1960s were in ending racism. Go on, ask. If you even dare to go into an African American ghetto with your Lexus and your Swatch watch and your rich, white-boy fear. Rights are only effective when they are fought for -- and won -- on the streets.

Far too many gay people are "angry." Tough shit if you are angry. Today, Joe Solomonese, Evan Wolfson, and Jennifer Pizer are really, really angry. Fat lot of good it is doing those folks in Maine! Fat lot of good it is going to do any gay people in Virginia! Fat lot of good it is going to do the two gay-bashing victims at Georgetown University!

Being angry is not enough. You have to direct that anger into smart, positive, aggressive action.

Unless the gay rights movement adopts the tactics outlined above, they are doomed to be pantywaist crybaby losers. Without civil rights.

Labels: gay rights, history, political science, politics