i think this is how sunday night began....

OfficerFriendly [12:00 AM]: Hey buddy.
Bjland [12:00 AM]: hey man
OfficerFriendly [12:01 AM]:YOU partying and playing tonite?
Bjland [12:01 AM]: actually, not much of a partier, i guess,,, not into chemicals
OfficerFriendly [12:01 AM]: Good healthy fun. Just smoke grass myself.
Bjland [12:02 AM]: oh, ok... most guys seem to mean chems when they say "party play"
OfficerFriendly [12:02 AM]: Gotcha. Just grass here.
Bjland [12:02 AM]: where are ya?
OfficerFriendly [12:02 AM]: 26 and 3rd Ave.
OfficerFriendly [12:04 AM]: Going to check out Lure and Rawhide now. Catch u later buddy.
Bjland [12:05 AM]: hmm, Cock for me tonight, slurp ya later then
Bjland [12:05 AM]: thought Lure was pretty quiet on sundays
OfficerFriendly [12:05 AM]: It is but no other places to wear leather.
Bjland [12:06 AM]: hmmmm,
Bjland [12:06 AM]: i just wear pants, feels good in the backroom at the Cock
OfficerFriendly [12:06 AM]: Where is cock located? Is Sunday good nite?
Bjland [12:07 AM]: sunday is good after 1 am
Bjland [12:07 AM]: avenue A, and 12th st
Officerknow [12:07 AM]: Cover?
Bjland [12:07 AM]: south east corner. i think 8 bucks to get in, loud
Bjland[12:07 AM]: and steamy
OfficerFriendly [12:08 AM]: Thanks bud. Will try it!
Bjland [12:08 AM]: maybe i'll slurp you there,
Bjland [12:08 AM]: how will i know you?

OfficerFriendly [12:08 AM]: You wearing leather too.
Bjland [12:08 AM]: going to wear the pants, and a-shirt prob
OfficerFriendly [12:08 AM]: Leather pants with white stripe down side.
Bjland [12:09 AM]: ahhhhh, make sure you let me check out your cock, would love the smell of leather while i, well, you know..
OfficerFriendly [12:09 AM]: What does ISO stand for?
Bjland [12:09 AM]: in search of
OfficerFriendly [12:09 AM]: Some guy sent note. Thanks.
Bjland [12:12 AM]: well, i'll be looking for the white stripe...
OfficerFriendly [12:12 AM]: Woof!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bjland[12:13 AM]: well, if you have a nice cock, i hope to hear you say that live!
OfficerFriendly [12:13 AM]: I'll whisper it to you bud. But there's more to me than cock!
Bjland [12:14 AM]: balls are important......
OfficerFriendly [12:14 AM]: Woof.
Bjland [12:14 AM]: esp if you dont shave down there.....
Bjland [12:14 AM]: pulling them out of your leather pants....
Bjland [12:14 AM]: sweaty for me..
OfficerFriendly [12:14 AM]: Make you smell sweaty balls.
Bjland [12:15 AM]: well, i'm hopping in the shower, roll a joint, head over there by 1am
OfficerFriendly [12:15 AM]: Bring grass for us to smoke too bud.
Bjland[12:15 AM]: if you say so, i will
OfficerFriendly [12:16 AM]: Woof. Yeah pussyboy!
Bjland[12:16 AM]: oops, dont go for the p-word, I don't have one of those,my friend
Bjland [12:16 AM]: you can fuck my face, but i'll stop real fast if i hear that.....
OfficerFriendly [12:16 AM]: Piss?
Bjland[12:16 AM]: havnet tried (yet)
OfficerFriendly [12:17 AM]: Coool.
Bjland [12:17 AM]: i dont wanna get pissed on by just anyone
OfficerFriendly [12:17 AM]: Woof.

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cash card, check.
both cockrings, check.
sweat and smoke imbued dago-tee, check.
remnants of weed in back pocket, check.

dignity?

well, what i do remember is that several of the tunes were very, very porno. Most notably Take California with that 70's tv cop show car-chase music. It's just so "on your knees boy and take-it-all", ya know? Just like the opening sequence in Gage's L. A. Tool & Die , alot of the tunes last night made that groping around in the dark thing work real well. Amazing how the music, the humidity, the close crowdedness, even the aroma wasn't what made the difference, as intoxicating as it all was..... just say "blackout party!" turn off those lights, and we make our own lil' Closed Set. Can't tell you how many backs of necks I licked, like some salt-starved animal, but each sweat-soaked one tasted even better than the previous one.....

funny how leather pants just never seem to absorb that smoke-smell, unlike everything else that was attached to my body. maybe something to do with smoke rising, as those trousers were rarely far from the ground......

Gosh, I think I have a problem. I can't get to sleep if I haven't been out carousing (carousing for me is 2 beers, a bike ride, standing under a blasting barroom speaking for 2 hours, and then eating everything in sight when I get home at 3:30 am). I stayed in last night, promising myself I'd just watch a movie on tv, tidy up a bit around the house, and follow Bill's BLOGATHON. I finally went to bed at 3am, but couldn't get my eyes to stay shut. So I tried coming in here goofing around on-line, tried reading (Catcher in the Rye , gosh is that depressing me, it really is...), and jerking off was, unfortunately NOT an option (ok, so I had a visitor for nearly 3 hours, and I never did see An American In Paris on PBS, as he wore me out "down there")....... So, sometime after 6am I did manage sleep, and apparently missed the early morning butt shots on all these blogger pages.....

Still, you'd think several hours with a hot hairy man would allow me some sleep. Seems I'm worried and insecure - the best I can come up with. Which makes sense, haven't had a job 15 months (not that I've been looking), no "real" boyfriend in 25 months (not that I haven't been looking, but the spooge-covered floor of the Cock maybe isn't the best place), and I hardly ever leave this apartment before dark.....

Meanwhile, I'm listening to this 9 minute remix of Take Me To Heaven, and not sure if I like it. But Planet of The Apes was better than expected (I didn't expect much, after all, how old was I when I saw the original, and the image of Charlton Heston's butt running through the forest is probably what made me Queer!) - I must say, I still don't care for most of Tim Burton's stuff, just too busy and unfocused. And why, when escaping, did they have to run through the INSIDES of every APE house in town???? I know, I know, willing suspension of disbelief (which I still couldn't do while watching Marky Mark leave his horse behind to go running to rescue a fellow HU-MAN.

I shouldn't be allowed to post before the 2nd cup of coffee. I'm outta here.

Saturday Night in the big city? Single?

Do like me, and stay home and watch PBS's broadcast of An American In Paris while reading the non-musical 24-hour, updated every 30 minutes, blogging of Mermaniac; or any of the others participating in the 24 HOUR BLOGATHON raising money for various worhtwhile charities.

(well, i might sneak into a chatroom once in awhile....)

too tired to think/write. Some highlights, of the past 2 days:

Blogger and Geocities not getting along, and couldn't publish yesterday's blog until many many hours after it might've looked good.

Despite his best efforts, our Prez wound up on the cutting room floor of the new Planet of the Apes movie (I'm hoping to go today)

Friday at Lure. (For more on The Lure). Not many folks there, despite no cover charge. One guy had this huge, HAVE A SEAT mustache, and a cigar as big as his beer bottle. I was captivated, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He walked toward me, but turned towards the bar, still puffing, and then, a huge ash fell, and he squealed! I mean, I've got nothing against squealing, I do it often enough myself, but it really really ruined the mood......
Another guy was getting his boots shined, sitting up high in that chair, looking down at the crowd, and I took a seat below, and again, a mustache that would've felt really really good right up under my balls..... but, alas, he went off with 2 muscle guys, but for those few minutes, looking up at him, him holding his beer bottle in his lap like it was his hard cock, waiting for me..... grrrrr....


Biked over to the Cock, and soon enough, amongst the smoke and humidity, Hot Stuff starts blasting. A song I don't really care for, except it made me go back 20 years, to the Bijou Theatre on Wells St in Chicago's Old Town, redlight, head-bopping, crotch-groping ....... ahhhhh... and the music only got better, and I flipped out when a cool remix I hadn't heard in years started blasting, especially cuz so many of the cute guys obviously recognized it too, and started dancing, when Big Time Sexuality was playing, and mixed with Sylvester's Take Me To Heaven ?? yeah, man!

(this is where I describe the man who's nipple i only got to lick for all of 14 seconds before he excused himself with "I'm gonna take a walk" - but I'm too bitterly disappointed, and some godawful song by HEART played, and my ass automatically left the bar, sat on the bike, and waited patiently for the rest of me to get out there)

Don't forget the BLOGATHON today! He said he'd be nude for the whole thing!

the only danger is if they send us to that terrible Planet of the Apes

why wont this fyhauf blogthing work?

Just before my internet service came to a screaching halt, and I spent 2 hours on the phone with the talented folks at Time Warner, I was suddenly getting all these instant messages:


Vmfeneque [11:12 PM]: hi
Bjland [11:15 PM]: hey man
Vmfeneque [11:16 PM]: love getting blown for long time
Bjland [11:16 PM]: cool
Vmfeneque [11:16 PM]: can we meet
Vmfeneque [11:16 PM]: wherer r u
Bjland [11:16 PM]: lower east side
Bjland [11:17 PM]: um, not ready to meet after 3 lines of chat
Vmfeneque [11:17 PM]: where
Bjland [11:18 PM]: 5th st
Vmfeneque [11:19 PM]: & what
Bjland [11:19 PM]: is there a particular reason you need an exact location?
then, he disappeared.....


Foru2n [11:11 PM]: hi 20/m/bottom nyc
Bjland [11:15 PM]: hey man
Foru2n [11:16 PM]: hi
Bjland [11:16 PM]: your a young guy, eh?
Foru2n [11:16 PM]: 20
Bjland [11:17 PM]: 40 here
Bjland [11:17 PM]: 20 IS young!
Foru2n [11:17 PM]: i had older
Bjland [11:18 PM]: i dont doubt that, since most folks ARE older than you
Foru2n [11:20 PM]: have u ever had a young guy
Bjland [11:20 PM]: ever? yes
Foru2n [11:20 PM]: do u want to do me
Bjland[11:21 PM]: hehe
Bjland [11:21 PM]: sounds like a bad pop song
then, he disappeared.....


by 2:30 am, the Time Warner/Road Runner technicians, after repeatedly saying things like: "I've never seen this", and "I've never heard of that happening before" gave up, and scheduled an appointment for Tuesday - 4 days without internet????!!! arrrggghhhh


So, I left my Fourth Floor Walk-Up, and headed to the Cock, for some really good music. When the caffeine kicks in, and I can use those parts of my brain, I'll try to post the songs...

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i am soooooo confused! reading this post, it seems not only am I missing some Atlantic Blog Meet but i'm also supposed to be in Chelsea, of all places, photographing a leather construction guy! (gosh, in this heat, imagine the sweat........ mmmmm, leathery construction sweat.... mmmmm....)

teach me

i love when men teach me stuff. Sometimes its a simple hint like "good God, do something with the navigation on your site!" Panchesco, who I've never managed to see on his live cam, is an example. Some sweethearts just quietly put me on their links list, and inadvertantly teach me to obsessively check my stats page; and then, again quietly, the same nice guy shows me how to do secret messages that only really hot guys can read. Looking thru this guy's site, I learned ropes are hot! And then I learn, just before heading out to my favorite watering hole, that some guys are hosting secret blog meetings right across the street from where I am learning how to keep my balance while looking for my, er, contacts, in a backroom.....

E-MALE (gosh, what a lame-ass title!)

while i don't get much in terms of fan mail, and i never get blog-spotted, i got 2 interesting bits of email today. One was a simple "please please help me find this old porno movie i've been after" (Boynapped, which I don't have, but I found an online retail store for the guy)..... and the other was, I think, true blogger fan mail:

"Your blog rocks dude! Hope your gettin it more this
summer. Yo, I'm lookin for some pit smelling you know
with an older guy like you at the Cock. when do the
older guys go???? help, thanks!!"

now, there are many ways to dissect this. Most of my friends who got a forwarded copy of the email took issue with the "older guy" thing - hey, i'm 40, and I don't have an issue with it, and if some young guy wants to call me Daddy while licking my pits, sounds fine to me! But then again, he didn't say he wanted my pits, he wanted someone like me. I havent heard back from the (presumably) young man.

So, any interesting takes on this email, feel free to share with me - who knows, I might post it here, I might send you some dirty pics of my 40-year-old pits, ya never know.

Meanwhile, with a heat index in NYC of 97 at 6:30, I think this'll be a good night for some COCK ACTION (but some of us older guys don't get there before 1 a.m.)

one of the benefits of BLOGGING is keeping track of shit. Like, I was complaining during the month of June about not getting ANY, and looking back at JULY, I seemed to have had a few rather sweaty adventures (although I did leave out some of the more intimate details of some of the more fun ones). Also, looking at last Tuesday's blog I remembered that Monday nights out mean very few people, except at the COCK, after 2 am, and with its listless, bass-less, shrill disco, its not really worth it.

Plus, having had the sleepover the previous night, it was kinda nice to just mull that over, wonder who will call first - and besides, my head is still sore, he was a real BITER! So I stayed home, but there was plenty to do here, like:

bidding on a classic gay S/M porn movie - Born To Raise Hell (and winning, I learned first thing this morning!)

scavenging this guy's PLAYLIST and downloading from audiogalaxy (still unemployed, still can't BUY new music) - (Welcome to the Jungle is cool, but this new Rock the Casbah is kinda lame...)

finding another cool guy has me on his links list, ( i wish i knew how to do that mouse-over messagey thing, his said "um, yeah" as i passed over the "bj land" link!!) and trying (and failing miserably) to reformat my BLOG page so I can add a column of bloglinks

and of course, one of my favorite non-sex activities, watching bad made-for TV movies on LIFETIME - When He Didn't Come Home with Patty Duke was awesome - and I don't mean it was good, but, near the end, her son's car, but not his body, has been found in Lake Michigan, but the District Attorney isn't so sure about proceeding against the girlfriend at this point, and Patty exclaims, " I don't know much about what you call "rules of evidence" (and she emphasized that phrase like it was a strange, foreign language) but there is one thing I do know, MY SON IS DEAD AND SHE KILLED HIM!! ( I really expected her to say "I'm just a caveman").

oh, yeah. Don't forget the 24hour BLOGATHON this weekend. I'm sponsoring mermaniac (bill, nice, fun guy)- check him out, as well as the others at the BLOGATHON site

sleepover

good

soft-spoken Portuguese into the back of your neck as you drift off

his snoring that seems to be an integral part of the bjork disc that's still playing

falling asleep all sticky from him

he kisses you in the morning before you can even think to check your breath

his aroma on your pillow, hours after he's left
notsogood

finding yourself trapped in a 2 foot square corner of your bed while he takes up the rest of the mattress

hurredly making coffee in the morning without yer glasses on

figuring out which socks are his

well, looks like making coffee and sorting socks are a small price to pay for (giggling to myself sheepishly, I go back to bed...)

a record for me, over 6 months without a sleepover, and now, if I want to beat that, I can't have another one until Feb, 2002. He just left, phone rings, breakfast with Mark? Breakfast on a Monday, before noon? ughhhhhhh....

for my german friends.....

Sonntag, Juli 22, 2001,
wenn ich meinen seltenen Foray in die scareywelt von Manhattan auf einer Samstagnacht betrachte, wie eine Weise, das Interessieren, stattliche, beschäftigte, regelmäßige Halteseile, es zu treffen ausfiel. Aber, ich muß sagen, handhatte ich, etwas sehr nette Aromen zu inhalieren, da ich zu einer Verein ging, die doesnt " Gerüchen " erlauben; viele Männer hatten Leder, waren shirtless - niemand teilte (mit mir, sowieso), aber es war ein gutes vibe für eine Weile. Dann gelangte das heatedness von ihm ganz an mich, und ich wußte, daß es Zeit war zu gehen. Die wenigen, die ich " gewählt " hatte, hatten mich nicht gewählt, und in einigen Fällen es es reichlich deutlich gemacht würde nicht geschehen. So stieg ich in mein Fahrrad ein, zurück nach Osten vorangegangen, durch das furchtsamste der touristy Arten str8 durchstreifend um die Straßen, die Stäbe.

Unterdessen wie ich dieses schreibe, " imming " morgens mit einem Halteseil, das Wörter wie " Busch- " und " Penis" i-dunno verwendet. Möglicherweise bilde ich zu grosses verteilen von den Wörtern, aber " ich habe einen grossen Penis für Sie " nicht tue es durchaus für mich (und ja, schrieb ER den Wortpenis! gross). Und wann ich haarige gerade Töne " des Busches " der Gabelungen (und haben einige Komplimente auf meinen gehabt), zu girlish mag, (nicht erwähnen die politischen Gefühle, die er " weckt") -- aber ich schätzen Sie, der ich gerade ist. Es ist fast 4pm, Zeit, meinen Esel in der Dusche zu erhalten und sieht, was die Welt der INDIREKTE Antrag ist!

if i look at my rare foray into the scarey world of Manhattan on a Saturday night as a way to meet interesting, handsome, employed, regular guys, it failed. But, I must say, I did manage to inhale some very nice aromas, as I went to a club that doesnt allow "scents"; many men had leather, were shirtless - no one was sharing (with me, anyway) but it was a good vibe for awhile. Then the heatedness of it all got to me, and I knew it was time to leave. The few I had "chosen" hadn't chosen me, and in some cases made it abundantly clear it wouldn't happen. So, I got on my bike, headed back east, thru the scariest of str8 touristy types roaming around the streets, the bars.

Meanwhile, as I type this, am "imming" with a guy who uses words like "bush" and "penis" I dunno. Maybe I make too big a deal out of words, but "I've got a big Penis for you" doesn't quite do it for me (and yes, HE capitalized the word Penis!). And while I like hairy crotches (and have had a few compliments on mine) "bush" just sounds too girlish, (not to mention the political feelings it "arouses") -- but I guess that's just me. It's nearly 4pm, time to get my ass in the shower, and see what the world is offering OFF-LINE!

cyber sniffing?

Foot bud 35 [8:34 PM]: hello sir
bjland [8:34 PM]: hey man
Foot bud 35 [8:35 PM]: beggin 2 sniff ur sox sir
bjland [8:35 PM]: you in ohio?
Foot bud 35 [8:35 PM]:yes sir
bjland [8:37 PM]: well, that might be kinda tough, seeing as i am in new york

friday night looked too, too scarey out there. this city, this neighborhood, just FILLS UP with tourist-types on summer weekends, as the locals-with-employment (not me!) head outta town. So, stayed in, and finally watched that clip I videotaped of the dancer and I. We had already been going at it for awhile before I mentioned the camera, so he said sure, but warned me he might not have much "time" left in him! Damn! I mean, is it weird to get off watching yourself greedily devour another guy's crotch? Granted, he had a great body, hard-as-rock cock, and cute, tight ass. And my own enthusiasm showed quite clearly. Only about 12 minutes long, and of course I just set up the camera, and didn't change the angle, focus, or anything once i got back into his jockstrap..... I'll have to get some stills from that, cuz I can't believe we actually managed to captured on tape his cum shooting across my face, and some of it landing on my scruffy goatee...... i remember not washing up for several hours, the aroma of cum, and his stickiness on my fuzzy chest all day, kept me grinning for a long time.

I think I'm sophisticated 'cause I'm living my life
like a good homo
But all around me everybody's multiplying and
they're walking round like flies man
So I'm no better than the animals sitting
in the cages in the zoo man
Cause compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees
I am an apeman.

Ever have your hands tied behind your back by a complete stranger? A hairy big-dicked guy who tells you how he's going to abuse your mouth all night, and into the next day, as he pulls the rope a little tighter, and teases you with his hairy balls? He gruffly says "good boy" as you wimper, gently chewing on his nipples? Ever feel your dick get rock hard as a big-dicked guy describes how he's going to leave you in the closet all day, so you can only think about him, and when he gets home, and what you can do for him when he gets home? Ever have a big-dicked guy make you keep your eyes focused totally on his eyes, as you take both his balls in your mouth, then watch his eyes glaze over as you manage to reach down with your tongue, licking his hairy ass, all the while keeping both balls in your mouth? Ever have a big-dicked guy tease you for nearly two hours, not letting your mouth taste his meaty thick cock, but holding it over your face, as your tongue tries, but fails, to reach up to it? Ever find yourself begging, absolutely begging, to get your face fucked, using words like "sir" and "please" like you've never meant them before?

Me either.
I'm just a caveman.
Your world frightens and confuses me! Sometimes, when I read about Blogger A-List Slash Fiction, "memes", TransAtlantic Blog Tours, or "powerpaks", it makes me want to get off my computer.. and run off into the hills, or wherever.

I don't know! My primitive mind can't grasp these concepts. But there is one thing I do know - when a big-dicked hairy man finally pushes his hard cock into my face, I don't ask questions, I just say "thank you, sir."

anyone know German? please email a translation!

about last night...

Whole Lotta Love blasting as I struggle to get my first beer (a song that can't be ignored, although I never play it at home - excpet that Napster mixed with Pink Floyd version), I remembered it's Rock N Roll Night here. Too many 80's spandex hits like that skinny chick who was rumoured to sing Opera (not Nina Hagen, I WISH!).... but the music, except for a few real clinkers, was pretty cool. The Cock was feeling very generic last night, but not in a bad way. In a generic sleazy smokey loud redlight not many people but those of us here are having fun kinda generic. Could be Long Island, or Mobile, Alabama..... and then Patti Smith (baby was a black sheep baby was a whore.....!!!) and I got into position, under that right speaker, to order another beer, and remember the last time I stood right here, with that same song blasting, and I asked that guy to fuck "right here, right now" - he laughed, smiled, moved away...... What an idiot. I mean, if anyone and I mean ANYONE asked me to fuck while Patti Smith is blasting, I would hop right up on that bar and stick my fuzzy ass up in the air and take it, take it like a MAN! But, naw, he's not an idiot, he gives me the "hey we did it but we aint doing it again" arm squeeze whenever I see him now, better than the "hey we did it and we aint gonna do it again" blank stare that is much too common.

So, something less amazing played after that (duh), and my mind trailed off to DAN's rant about A Night at Halsted's. And I realized that the problem with the movie (other than skinny, hairless guys with unattractive faces taking up too much space in the film) is that it can't be watched as a video. It was made to be absorbed in a porno theatre, or porno sex club, or something like that. The soundtrack for that movie isn't for watching a porn movie, the music is for watching, and/or particpiating in, ACTUAL LIVE SEX. I can remember strolling past booth after booth on all 3 floors of the renovated Bijou in Chicago, as some deejay played cool music, loud, and the sounds, and aromas, of dozens of men cruising, slurping, licking....... inhaling it all, absorbing it, just being NEAR sex was great, invigorating....

Last night, in the backroom, where a handful of couples were making out in the dark redlight, and smoke, and noise, and only one pairing was actually having sex, I got close to them. Watched, but couldn't actually see any cock. Just a head, going up and down on a slim guy leaning against the wall, who caught my eye. And he stayed focused on me, as he pushed the guy's head down, up, held it firm, and so on, keeping his eye on me, and I just stood, and downed some more water, and bopped my head to the madness/englishbeat/specials that was blaring at this point, and thought "yeah, it has to be blurry, and dark, and smokey, and your eyes are no longer what brings the stimulus to you, but your ears, and your tongue, and your skin...."

I chose not to join in, to interrupt. I didn't want it to change, I just wanted to watch, hypnotically, the quiet 3-way we had. Some Nirvana song, one of the better ones whose title you never knew. Me watching, him watching me watch, the 3rd guy, performing for both of us, and the rest of us back there. The bluriness of it all let me reach back into memory, and think about the many other similar times of participating, on different levels. Sometimes you just grab someone's balls as he jerks, sometimes you try to take 2 cocks in your face at once, sometimes you thrust your own cock out, and let someone gobble on it for awhile, and sometimes you just watch, and let them know that they are hot, and sexy, and better than any porn movie.......

The Night Before

Hank falls in love with Paul, but can’t help dreaming of Paul fooling around on him. His dreams, lover’s paranoia, consist of hairy ass eating and humping, double-headed dildo packing and orgies. Gay Porno Surrealsim from Hand in Hand Films, with hints of Cocteau, Bunuel, Fellini, and Goddard.

Aug. 1st at the Anthology Film Archives

16mm print of Arch Brown's The Night Before (1972)

Director Brown, and some of the cast will be there. (Frank Ross, Coke Hennesy, Michael Kade, Janal Jones, Nick Kastroff, Alexis Knight, Bob Plummer, Bill Yort, Jeffrey Etting, Tom Clarke, Mimmi Garth) not sure who, but I assume Frank Ross, who owns Third World Video (which owns rights to the entire "Christopher Rage Collection") will be amongst them.

Totally psyched, but my pal DAN who told me about the showing should be warned - I could quite possible go into some sort of porno-theatre flashback and start bobbing my head in the laps of fellow audience members!

the german just called, to remind me i have work to do today. ugh. well, at least he said make it 1pm, instead of noon, since the caffeine is just now going past my lips. Faerie called yesterday, in the afternoon, but by the time I got back to him, apparently he had made several other calls and was waiting to hear back from some of them before committing to getting together again. Hmmmm. Normally, I'd be thinking something kinda snide, or self-pitying, but he's missing a front tooth, so, I'm not gonna get too uptight about him not calling later, like he said he would.

looks like everyone has seen the dickcheneyisdeadyet "blog", so no link from me. But i do think his name is ripe for using as a way of expressing when you're not IN THE MOOD, or when you have a bad rash - "Sorry, honey, not tonight, I have Dick Cheney" ---- (the accent is on DICK, like you needed to be told that....!)

i cant think, but i think this is a pic of a guy who's not real, just be careful, if you click ON his pic, it'll take you to whatever movie he's currently starring in. Last night, stayed in, enjoyed the sound of the rain, and watched about half of Ballet Down The Highway, a porn flick from 1975. More on that later.

one of the many things i love about my apt. right now, its 6pm, raining, with some thunder.
the sight, sound, and smell of the rain as it hits the trees, flowers, and bushes in the garden on 6th st, as I sit here with fresh coffee, perched in the window...... ahhhhh...

"no, no, you have to go to Chelsea to find the good looking guys"

after 5 minutes of talking to me about me living on the Lower East Side, the Frenchman must've known I was poor, and couldn't afford to toss this 5 dollar beer in his face.......plus, I have this amazing ability to do song-association while walking away from idiots...

Oh no it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea

but last night, at The Cock, listening to god-awful shrill disco-without-bass (how'd they do that??), I started to get philosophical about my desire to have a sleep-over. For months I've be bemoaning the fact that I havn't spent a whole night, including sleeping, with a guy. Sex, yes; good sex, yes, several times since Jan 1; but not the elusive "what do you take in your coffee" as you kiss his neck and go into the kitchen with the warm sun streaming thru the windows scene. I started to realize that maybe i give off this "it better be really good" vibe to potential suitors, since, of course, I've built up the sleep-over into having major MEANING. And maybe that's silly, but I can't do the still-drunk pretend to want his phone number while pushing him out the door early morning thing like I did 5, 10, 20 years ago. It wasn't pretty then, it sure ain't pretty now. And some guy from the past was chatting me up, and we discussed monogamy, group sex, "open relationships", and all that...... and I realized, even if I can get past the "its just tonight, and then we have the awkward bumping into each other later" thing, I remember he has sand-paper tongue. Great body, biggus dickus, but sandpaper tongue. And from what I remember, he's very very oral, and I wince. I do the super-wince when the tongue don't feel right, so, the conversation started to wind down, neither of us having much to say, and I knew it was up to me, and it would be more beer, and ugh, why bother....

bike!

yup, the summer does afford me the luxury of just leaving, and going for a meandering ride at 2 or 3 am. Not much traffic, I only had one beer, so I was comfortable, driving real slow, and as I got to 4th st and 2nd ave, noticed a lot of activity on the The Bar, The Boiler Room, The Bijou corner. So, I parked the bike, went into The Boiler Room, and stood near the door deciding. Jukebox playing something vaguely annoying...... hmmm. But this guy, behind me, is looking, so I figure I'd give it another song to decide.

He believes in beauty
He's Venus as a boy

not loud enough, but still, a smile found its way to my stern face, and my body found its way to the bar, where the all-too-cheerful bartender gave me 3 or 4 choices of how I could have my Bud Lite. I went for the $1.00 special, of course, which was served in a 3 oz kiddie mug. Making my way over to an empty couch, I plopped, and enjoyed the rest of the song, which then switched to Human Behaviour. What more could i ask for?

i only hoped that the Radical Faerie who plopped himself down next to me, grinning, was paying attention to the lyrics - they were definately written for me

There's no map
To human behaviour

They're terribly moody
Then all of a sudden turn happy
But, oh, to get involved in the exchange
Of human emotions is ever so satisfying

There's no map
And a compass
Wouldn't help at all

Ever just had one of those days...

......when you just can't get out of the sling?

only 2 scoops of coffee left in the tin....... ( I suppose i could look for the can opener and open the other can of Bustelo), and there must be 5 jockstraps scatterred on the floor in here, and a big (empty) Pop-Secret bag.... but yesterday/last night was fun.

While I knew that my success at having sex in the afternoon yesterday would mean I would only have observer status at The Cock's backroom last night, it was still fun. Trying to keep a safe distance from all those guys who I have some history with (you know, the old 4-1/2 feet rule) - one is a pal who I hadn't seen in over a year, and now I only see him back there, and of course the several who I'd attempted in the past who rejected me, and then the ones who I rejected, plus the handful of "we did it already" types - so, as crowded as it was (and I have the black and blue toes to proove it) there wasn't much to choose from. Music was okay, nothing great, nothing too offensive. The deejay managed to keep it on the THUMP THUMP THUMP, and only played that new 146 minute remix of RELAX one time. And i had thoroughly prepared for a night out, having stocked the place with ice cream, soda, microwave popcorn, and Junior Mints earlier in the day.

Speaking of earlier in the day, I actually got some guy to come over so I could take pics of him in MY jockstrap! And, he turned out to be much cuter in person, a dancer of some sort (I'm awful, I didn't even pretend to show interest, never asking what kind of dance, the name of the company, or anything, just "here this one would look good on you, click click). And, since the fluffer was on vacation all week, I had to do ALL the work myself! The cool thing about him, besides the tight, lean body, buzzed head, great mouth, unshaved/untrimmed crotch, firm butt..... wait, where was I going with this? Oh yeah, the cool thing, after awhile, and we are both sweating, and slurping, etc, he looks down and says "what do you want, what are you thinking, c'mon, tell me" so, I um mentioned, vaguely, that it's too bad that I didn't have the video cam set up....... He goes: "well, do it!" So, very quickly setting it up (and he asked for "no face shots") so I set it up where he could use the T.V. as a monitor to watch us....... I've only looked at the last 90 seconds, but I must say, I am turning into quite the lil filmmaker!

music today: L'Trimm's (We Like the) Cars That Go Boom and Le Tigre's My My Metrocard

Another remix of Bjork's Hidden Place - heart and bones remix by Matmos (you need Quicktime) - I sure hope they tour with her, these gayboys make some very cool music of their own!

today's agenda:

brunch with a fag
photoshoot with another fag in a jockstrap (should I have told him I haven't a clue how to take pics?)

don't forget to do something FRENCH today

Viva la revolucion!

it's starting to come back to me. I remember being on my knees, somewhere in the West Village, thinking about this blog, since I had just been in the elevator, and the doorman pushed "14", but in reality, it really was the 13th floor........ gosh, why am I thinking about blogs with MAJOR MEAT in my face?

i can't believe i just woke up! my glasses are on, but i can barely see anything. from the evidence around me, it was a late night: empty popcorn bag, several cans of ginger ale, hummus container, box of chocolates with only one left inside, and that banana caramel chocolate chunk ice cream by Edy's....

ya gotta love the french ----- hyundai: the smarter choice
which boy would you choose?

GOT AN URGE GOT A SURGE
AND IT'S OUT OF CONTROL
GOT AN URGE I WANNA PURGE
'CAUSE I'M LOSING CONTROL
UNCONTROLLABLE URGE
I WANNA TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT

I was just thinking, "make it an early night", but somehow, the appeal of ONE MORE BEER got the better of me, and as soon as the bartender pulled that Rolling Rock out of the pile of ice, and began to unscrew the cap, uncontrollable urge blasted out of the speakers. ( yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.....)

previously the music was hit or miss (like WAYYYY MISS with one of Heart's more dreadful hits) and a decent pretenders, a cool Jam tune. Soon enough, something that brought me back to my college dorm room, when I was rooming with Gerard, who had that kick-ass stereo ( and that cock he'd occasionally let me suck/jerk-off) played. That first time: Andrew walked in (we rarely locked the door) and just walked over to the turn table, pulled off the record that was playing (no doubt Gene Vincent, or someone like that who Gerard was trying to teach me all about...) and said, I'M GONNA BLAST THIS ---- and those first few notes from Remain In Light started bouncing off those dorm room walls. A-FUCKIN-MAZING! There's nothing like being 19 years old, and hearing, for the first time, an album that just bowls you over. Of course, last night, they didn't do what really should be done - play the whole first side, ( Born Under Punches, Crosseyed and Painless, The Great Curve) only Crosseyed got played ........I'm still waiting.......I'm still waiting......

but I must say, with all those memories flooding in, the kicker of the night, and the Cock was just starting to fill up (3 am, where ARE they coming from?) .... this seemed to get all the cute boys dancing, and the rest of us bouncing in our places....

Walking On Thin Ice
i'm paying the price
for throwing the dice in the air
why must we learn it the hard way
and play the game of life with your heart

so yeah, I had to take a few tokes, fresh stuff, just picked it up in midtown earlier in the day....

"you are going to live for-EVER!"

"I can't believe you are here. I was just thinking of you! Quick, give me some numbers, give me three numbers! NOW!!"

I gave her 3 numbers, all of which had something to do with my birthday/year/age. She quickly ran off to get a ticket. I hired this woman 3 or 4 years ago, and here she is, on her way to work, a job I quit over a year ago. Standing on this corner in midtown, waiting for a friend I had to meet here (I never go to midtown, but, um, well, i had to pick something up from him). I saw several people from my last job, only 2 recognized/noticed me back. Soon enough, Susan came back, lotto ticket in hand, rushing past me so as not to be late for work, shouting "We're Gonna WIN!!!!!!"

I knew a girl
who tried to walk across the lake......

AOL COCK

While I'm sure alot of you already read the fantastic Queer Scribbles, Daring To Speak Its Name is just amazing! It's a long piece, so have plenty of coffee, or whatever, but I read it all in one sitting this morning, and it churned up a lot of emotional stuff for me from my youth.

Stop The Planet of the Apes, I Wanna Get Off

they tell us that
we lost our tails
evolving up
from little snails
i say it's all
just wind in sails
are we not men?


you may remember me from such films as:

"The Electric Gigolo"
"Give My Remains to Broadway"
"The Greatest Story Ever Hulaed"
"Suddenly Last Supper"
"Son of Sanford and Son"
"The Verdict Was Mail Fraud"
"The President's Neck is Missing!"
"Calling All Quakers"
"Today We Kill, Tomorrow We Die"
"Dial M for Murderousness"

I have walked this earth and watched people
I can be sincere and say I like them

You can't say no to hope, can't say no to happiness



while the music last night wasn't so great (if I hear that dang Michael Jackson song on another Tuesday Night out I'll scream!) but, it made me realize how much music can affect my mood, and even inspire me. Yesterday, early morning (well, noonish) blog-reading got me to pull out Patti Smith, Joan Armatrading, Sinead O'Connor.......a very happy start to the day. and Monday night, Genius of Love reminded me of being back in Mobile, Ala. at a club called The Hard Act. This is where i met my first boyfriend J'on (yes, he spelled it that way, I never asked, I didnt want to know!) - he was the best friend and hairdresser for all the drag queens who performed there, and most of the time, the music choices to go along with their performances were just not my cup of tea (Over the Rainbow, all that shit...) But one night, one of them did herself up in her version of punk, and came out strutting like mad to Gimme Back My Man. I was bowled over, it really worked, it was really fun, and the crowd went wild! Actually, the very first drag show I ever saw was in downtown Mobile, and I was mesmerized by this black drag queen doing Patti Smith's Pissing in a River - it's actually the first time I consciously remember hearing that song, and it blew me away. This was the early 80's and I was totally into new wave, and was dealing with my sexuality, so seeing it come together in these places was just what i needed. The lines were getting blurry, which made it easier to be whoever you are, and change and evolve, it was all cool. Learning you didn't fit in as a teenager, that you liked boys and you knew no one else who did, and then discovering in college that you had to like disco, or showtunes, to fit into this new crowd, that was tough. So seeing drag performances of new wave material helped me relax. Moving to New York in '83, all alone, and quite worried about finding anyone to love, (according to several spiral notebooks I used to write in) and then I discovered The Bar on 4th st with its awesome jukebox ( Elvis Costello, X, etc) and even The Last Resort (no one remember that place!) on 1st Ave had Gang of Four - Rock N Roll Fag Bars, right? The Bar is where I met most of the friends I had back then, and some are still my best friends.

Much later, in 1998, music again came to the rescue. New Years Day, broke up with one man, (the 7th, and final, break-up with him) and by the spring, broke up with another. Homogenic was my theme music that year. Several of the songs expressed my desires so well, like Unravel ( if you want a good cry, listen to Unravel while looking a picture of yourself with your most recent Ex!), and Bachelorette. Her voice, those strings, just did amazing things to my heart, and my soul. But Alarm Call was the kicker - this one wasn't about yearning, and desire, and finding love; this was about joy, and hope, and giving....... and then, I saw HER on TV; a special on Bravo, and while I generally stay away from knowing much about the personal lives of artists I like, this was different. It showed her working with the musicians, her thoughts about music, and her beloved Iceland. Then, there she is, in a fluffy white down coat, running in the distance, on some ice-covered majestic part of the earth that I could never imagine, and I knew.

I wanted to feel the EARTH. I wanted to see an ocean I had never seen, and see vast stretches of unfamiliar topography. The images on the TV were amazing, and she rejoiced in her homeland. One of the few times in my life I really focused on a goal, and somehow I managed a one-week trip there. It was the first time (only time?) I'd traveled outside the US by myself, and it scared the shit out of me. I spent 2 weeks putting together the best Bjork mixed tape; I wanted to travel light, and so I allowed myself only one tape! And anytime I got squeamish about this unchartered trip, I'd put ALARM CALL on the disc player, and I imagined myself on a moutain-top, with my walkman, playing her joyous tunes. I imagined I would get there, find some secluded spot, and scream. I would yell, and scream, stomp my feet, and let it all out, and allow myself to just get all this crap out of my system.

So, by mid-August, there I was, on my second plane, going from Reykjavik to Husavik, one backpack, lots of Clif Bars, 2 guidebooks, and my unbelieving heart soaring, looking down on moon-like mountains. Later in the day, after I had spent a few hours on a freezing cold trip into the Artic Ocean to see the first whale in my life (it's so much more amazing than anyone can describe)... I found myself walking on a deserted road, outside of town, and at 9pm, the sky still well-lit, the Ocean's breeze soothing my face, I walked over to the edge of this cliff, sat down, and prepared myself to do what I came for, to get it all out. And I looked down, and out into the water, and back at my legs dangling, and I just started giggling. Giggling like a muther-fucker, totally, uncontrollably laughing my hairy ass off at the beauty of it all, the joy that has been in my life, and the joy yet to come. Giggling like I'd never giggled before, and I realized I was taking really good care of myself, that i was smarter than I had ever given myself credit for, that I was a really nice, fun guy, and it just all fit together, and after a while, i got up, and walked some more down that road, away from town, just enjoying everything outside my body, and everything inside. When I realized the only thing I could hear were my own footsteps, it was the most calming, reassuring feeling. I walked some more, and my head started to play One Day (Springs External Mix), and I wound up never actually listening to my walkman for the whole trip. Occasionally, the right Bjork song would come on, inside, but usually, the sounds of waterfalls, quiet winds, sheep, my own footsteps.......

This is an alarm-call so wake-up wake-up now

Today has never happened and it doesn't frighten me

monday night: looking up, I can see the moon shining brightly, but he pushes my head back down, and I dont get to see the morning sky again until we leave the rooftop. Earlier, just as I was bowled over with glee that Genius of Love was blasting from the speakers, some guy who got the bartender's attention first (although not at the bar first) got 2 beers, and passed me one! Soon enough, he was saying bye to his pals as he moved over to the stool next to the one I was leaning on, said some nice, sexy things, asked some rather pointed sex questions, and it looked like we were gonna "do it". But right in the middle of me saying something incredibly filthy into his ear, he turns away, and starts talking to another guy! He didn't move, didn't say anything until he turned his head back, said something about a 3-way. and I''m thinking, "yeah right, with my performance anxiety, not to mention 3 beers and a vodka cranberry, I can't imagine having two guys wondering what's going on "down there". Then, suddenly, he says "I'm leaving, meet me outside, to the right, in 2 minutes"...... that and a subway token.... nevermind. So, actually pondering whether I'd go out there, Housequake pops on, loud and pumping, right after a semi-decent mix of Groove Is In the Heart. Leaving? I dont think so.

Then this other guy stumbles up, a friend of a bar-friend type. Looks good, despite the severity of his shaved/bald head (head looked good, but you can tell the doctor pulled hard on the ears with his tongs when pulling this one out of Momma). He says hi like every 4th time we bump into each other, and being 3 am, and he's standing on one of my feet, he couldn't NOT say hey. Within 2 minutes, his hand is in my pants, pulling hard on my balls, saying "ooh, i love big balls, oooh, yeah" Shit, so do I, so, how could I deny him? Then his shirt is off, revealing a nicely tanned torso , not to mention that flat stomach, so I took a few slurps just at the belt, but found my mouth clenched on one of his nipples. (much better than the guy with no belly-button earlier - most alarming, looking up and seeing it wasn't an inny, it wasn't an outee, it was just flat!)So, that seemed to go over well, as his pull on my naughty bits got more intense. This is in the front, leaning against the bar, in stark contrast to the non-goings on in this same bar's backroom on Friday.

Within minutes, he was on the seat of my bike as I pedaled his unexpectantly heavy self down to 2nd st for a tour of his roof; not that he allowed me anytime to actually see anything.....

sunday night:this was spooky 80s nite. ran into an ex-roommate of mine (we usually have the decency to ignore each other, but I was apparently leaning against the spot where he had left his drink, so, we did the pleasantries thing until I came up with some clever excuse to go like - "bye". Also ran into a sorta-X bf (i saw his 70's hair 15 minutes before i saw him); sorta cuz we only dated for 3 months in like 1983, and sorta cuz, when I tired to kiss him once at 3am on 2nd avenue and 13th st back then, he grimaced. I don't last long with bf's who grimace at public kisses on a deserted street in the middle of Manhattan. But, I did spot the hunky guy who dee-jayed last week, and told him it was great. His usual stern look erupted into the cutest sheepish grin, and later I followed up by passing what I was smking to him while he was oddly tucked in a dark corner. Meanwhile, the backroom was just too spooky. I usually like to get at least a faint glance at the person who owns the arm that has taken up residence in my ass, so after about 20 minutes, I put that to a halt! And some guy seemed to "like me", and he looked familiar enough, but I couldn't figure him out until he didn't even offer to share his poppers (I mean, i was doing all the work, what's with the not-sharing thing??) So, as I got up, I realized he was the same guy who months earlier was blowing me, gestured to my cold Budweiser, I handed it to him, and he drank in one gulp the remaing 11 ounces! Time to head back to the front and get some water, and park my ass under the speaker where it belongs. The deejay managed some decent stuff, but not as good as the previous Sunday when hunky-boy was back there.

saturday night the german computer saviour advised I get out of the house for awhile, after 3 days of watching him fix the machine. I lucked out; hairy guy, 3 emails, and a couple hours later found myself the proud owner of a much-deserved honorary rimology degree.

friday night (skipping all the early evening waiting-for-birthday-boy--to-show-up-but-instead-seeing-heartbreaking-X again..... let's go to the post 2am festivities) Ugh. Now, I am quite okay with the idea that not everytime i go to a bar/backroom, i get hit on, or have sex, but when NO ONE is having sex, that's just too disturbing. My control freak self wanted to smack them all back into shape, starting with the 2 drag queens taking up prime bench space cackling away. And then there's the 2 or 3 groupings of boys chatting at the top of their lungs "Ohhhh, I could never do it back here, girl!!" and numerous other hard-on inducing tidbits. And there were some real cuties, they just needed a quick push into each other to get things going, but the deejay wasn't helping much. Cheap Trick and Cyndi Lauper just DONT get guys on their knees, at least not the kind of guys i'd want to see on their knees. So, by 3:30, as I walked past a friend who was getting groped from behind, I hopped on the bike, and pedaled home for some soothing Starbucks ice cream.....

Show Some Emotion

The Smile and the Compliment - sounds like a Sinead O'Connor album, but I agree with
this 36-yr old, they are simple, yet powerful. And just when I thought another of my many, silly, internet crushes were waning this guy mentions Patti and biking in the same sentence! This boy has some unexplainable Robbie Williams fixation, but being the good boy that he is, he lured me back by non-chalantly mentioning REM. And my folder of panchesco pics keeps getting fuller - how does he manage to look so good, especially when he has that sleepy look going? (and as often as I am on-line, how come i've never seen him on his live cam?

Feels like I'm dreaming, but I'm not sleeping............................

was I really on a roof on 2nd st, at 3 am?, kneeling, while he talked about catching a flight to L.A.? let's wait for the Bustelo to finish before we attempt to sort it all out. Oh yeah, tom tom club......

hello, newman

hung
over
on
Chipitos, salsa and Ben and Jerry's

was gonna work on the handful of Gay Pride, and Folsom St East pics

but, need more sleep, or coffee, or maybe both

X marks the spot

weird week.

after 2 years of not talking, seeing each other, or anything, I've bumped into my X 3 times in one week! All at the same bar, 2 of the nites were Fridays when i would never go there. The 3rd time was still awkward, and at one point, with no conversation going, he and his buddy moved clear across the bar. But later, bumping into him in the bathroom, we smiled, I mussed up his hair (he hates that) and talked a bit more, but nothing "serious". Later, with my pal Mark, Mark says "is that him, is that him?" gesturing over to the X. Yup. Mark sez: "oh, NOW I get it!" Gosh, at first, I felt sorta affirmed. Like, yeah, great guy, sure it was a big loss, no wonder I've been a wreck for 2 years. But, watching the X vaguely cruising this one and that one, and realizing that my best friend had NEVER met him, in a span of time of 1-1/2 years, my thoughts grew pretty heavy. (granted, Mark was busy hibernating with his own handsome bf, but still...) I thought, what the hell was that relationship? We barely ever met or socialized with either of the other's friends. And the break-up (dumping, excuse me, I WAS DUMPED!!!) happened only 4 days after I met, and spent the day with, 2 of his very nice, cool sisters. So, sitting there, gracefully accepting a beer from the X (hey, I'm unemployed, and no real income, and rarely been too proud for free beer), he and Mark start to play pool. Gosh, how ironic. It really wasn't that bad. But, in a way, it was like I had envisioned a future with him - him playing pool with my buddies; he and I spending the holdiays together, my family falling for him cuz he's a great guy...you get the idea....

So, it'll be tough, but it's gotta happen. For whatever reason, reasons I will never really comprehend or probably NOT want to comprehend, it just didn't last, and, well, gotta get used to the idea that nothing that great, that great feeling, will not return. But there will be other great feelings, with friends, with maybe even another hot hairy man. I will forever miss the sleeping together, his arm firmly wrapped around me, his tender touch, his snoring, his excitability about the littlest and the biggest things, music we both dug, hopping in a cab after buying a bag of Thai food and rushing over the East River to spend the evening together.....

but I can't imagine NOT having gone through it; it only hurts cuz it was good, and I miss it.

but, the COCK will have its backroom open tonight, and i havent spooged in public in a whole week, so.....

more bjork

non-album track:

Verandi is up on her site, ready to be downloaded!!

ohmygod! 48 hours without being able to play on my p.c! so whats the first thing i do once its (mostly) recovered? change those dang AOL "welcome" and "you've got mail" sounds back to my, well, "customized" sounds.

i think this is where i plug the website of the guy who held my hand ( and did ALL the work) recovering my system from that nasty MTX virus .

I am only slightly concerned about the unspeakable things he'll have me do to repay the favor (yeah, like there's a lot I find "unspeakable")

tired and in need of fresh air

awww, crap! looks like i have a rather scarey virus in this computer, may be down for a few days, and may well loose lots of info, f*ck!

Stalk me, baby!

ok. so maybe it's NOT technically stalking, but, it's been 5 weeks, and this guy just keeps calling! I don't want to give David Z's name out (gee, hope he isnt that guy from Prince & the Revolution with the bad hair!), so lets just use one of his AOL names here, "tknabath".
Now remember, we've never actually met; he was visiting New York 5 weeks ago, and he was supposed to meet me for dinner , and arrived 45 minutes late (accordinging to one of the 4 messages he left that night)(go here and here for those blogs), 5 minutes after I gave up waiting for him. We have never spoken since then (he hangs up when I answer!!) Here are the messages he's left on my machine in the past 24 hours

1. tknabath: oh i wanted to tell you the good news, i sold a $60,000 painting today, so, that's great news........(machine cuts off )
   
2. tknabath: (nothing)
   
3. tknabath: sorry i got disconnected..... (machine cuts off )
   
4. tknabath: hey pumpkin, WAKE UPPPPP!!! HEY baby, Wake UPPP!!!!!! we just got in, we miss you; anyways, i guess i'll talk to....(machine cuts off )
   
5. tknabath: where ARE you???, you said you were gonna be home, you told me to call you, WHERE ARE YOU??? oh well
   
6. tknabath: HEY-ayyy! i wanted to wish you a happy 4th of july, anyways, just wanted to say HEY, got your phone call the other day, anywayss, I just wanted to talk to you; you said you'd be home, we're having a cookout tomorrow, anyways, and let me know if you want to come, hope all is well, gosh, i'm just eating up your tape, it was so sweet to get your message, anyways, You're the best, anyways, i guess i'll just talk to ya later!
   
7. tknabath: HEY pumpkin, i think your answering machine cut me off, and i just wanted to talk to you a bit longer, anywayssss, I had fun tonight, i wish you were here with me, we had a ball, anyways, sorry its so late, but i just wanted to talk with ya....
   
8. tknabath: HEY-ayyyYY!!!!, call me. alright? i got lots of great information to tell you, wonderful news, cant wait to share it with you.
   
9. tknabath: HEY! anyways, i guess you are not home, but I'm coming back to NY - that should be fun. Anyways, i think i told you i sold a painting for $65,000, and i'm psyched about that; anywayss.....
   
10. tknabath: HEY, you must've gotten a lot of messages, you must be very busy, anyways...
    
11. tknabath:HEY BABY!!!!, just wanted to call you
    
12. tknabath: oh, wanted to ask you, too, about Madonna, got tickets and wanted to know if you wanted to go, so call me...
    
13. tknabath: Hey , maybe you went to the Hamptons for the 4th, anywayssss, just calling you up-PP, talk witcha later
    
14. tknabath: HEY, pumk....(machine cuts off)
    
15. tknabath: HEY ...did you find out your ring size yet?? let me know....
    
16. tknabath: HEY!!!!! (machine cuts off )
    
17. tknabath: HAPPY 4TH of.... (machine cuts off )
    
18. tknabath: (nothing)
    
19. tknabath: (nothing)
    
20. tknabath: (nothing)
    
21. tknabath: HEY!! HELLLLLL-OOOOOH!!!! (machine cuts off)
    
22. tknabath: just returning your call
    
23. tknabath: hey, you must be out of town....... (machine cuts off )
    
24. tknabath: (nothing)
    
25. tknabath: hey, its david (machine cuts off )

He use to have a pattern. He'd call in the morning before work, he'd call when he got home from work. He'd call late at night, sometimes because of sleeplessness over obsessing about me (after all, I'm a 40 year old balding unemployed man, who can't keep his hands off his own balls in public, and who's sole ambition is to have ambition - quite a catch!); sometimes from just not getting enough you-know-what from those HOTlanta sex clubs he likes to frequent. OOPS, did I say that? Sure hope his Mom doesn't read this! He did mention the ONLY reason he doesn't do porn is that his Mom is anti-porn.

Well, since i've been having such bad luck getting any kind of date lately (not a SINGLE sleepover in 6 months!!) I just bought an air ticket to Atlanta to confess my UNDYING LOVE AND DEVOTION in person I am now ready to take the plunge!

cross your fingers for me!

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY

view from my lower east side fire escape

my perineum sure could use some MAJOR attention! any stubbly male faces out there?

okay, get out your dictionary, and get back to me.....

wild mood swings

forget all that happy shit below. ran into the X again, and it was uneventful and brief, yet awful.

ugh.

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Bjork's new
Hidden Place video is fantastic!

last night a deejay saved my life

well, maybe not "saved" but he was good. Actually, in truth, what really turned me around, for the time being, anyway, was reading a series of "blogs" from another blogger over the past few days. He's going thru this tough time, and it sounds too familiar. But he's really articulate, and evocutive. Things i've felt, thought; am feeling, am thinking. I found myself crying, but not just in sadness, but in familiarity, like, "wow, this guy is speaking for me" - the pain and confusion of feeling so lonely, wondering if you'll ever feel better, ever find that "special someone" ,,,,,I dunno, I can't do him justice, so I won't try. I feel bad that he is feeling so bad, and yet, he seems like he has his shit together, and just needs to go thru it, for however long it lasts..... I hope he goes thru it quickly, he sounds like a really good guy......

meanwhile, it caused me to think alot. alot. I'm getting real tired, and bored, with my self-pity, and after spending 2 years of mourning over being dumped quite suddenly, by someone I still consider to be a wonderful man, I just wanted a little reprieve. I found myself answering an email from someone I was e-flirting with the night before, and I was not myself. I mean, I was a better version of my usual self.

I thought, he seems nice, his pics are handsome, he seems to have a sense of humor, go ahead, ask. So, i asked if I can see him, soon. Can I call now? we talked, nice guy, we are getting together tonight! He has to work today, so last night, after making the plans, we said bye. Then I sent an email, with a silly, semi-flirtateous pic. I guess he liked it, he emailed back, asking if I have ICQ, and a series of other computer e-mating features until he said Netmeeting. I have it, don't know how to use it, and told him as much. Within 5 minutes (i can be smart when i am motivated!) I was on Netmeeting, and he "rang". What a blast! We didn't do the e-jackoff thing, and i'm really glad. But he did show some really appetizing armpit, and we made each other laugh, and we are planning on having a simple beer, and talk, and just take it from there. We are both open to the idea that it doesn't have to be sex, but that that would be good, too.


so, why then, go out? Cuz, I needed noise, and sweat, and brain-numbing physical input. The first time I dove in, it was cool, but not great. He had a great body, great cock, nice balls, and slurpable pecs. But soon, he did the "grab anyone and everything" bit, and it was a bit of a turn-off (even in a backroom, i wanna feel "special") So I went back out front, plopped under a speaker, and noticed the music seemed very very good. Disco, but a good variety, all sorts of hard-hitting beats, just what the doctor ordered. I look to the deejay booth, and see that cute hunky boy, the one I've shared weed with, who never acknowledges me, and I thought "Look at him, he thinks he looks so cool back there, all hunky and fuzzy-chinned, just mixing in this next tune, and......WOAH" yup, suddenly, something inside made me stop (or something outside, like this huge speaker above my head!) and its Divine's "Native Love" (Step by Step) some mega mix. And i look back, and grin real, real wide and think ----- He IS FUCKIN' COOL!!!

...... moments later, with the beat still making my heart race, I am "back there" and this guy is standing on the couch, so his crotch is eye-level, and he's leaning against the wall, and the light is hitting his glistening pierced chest. And I look up, then turn, then turn back, and look up. He starts to unzip, and the music changes, and his very aromatic slab of meat is only a few inches from my mouth, when Sylvester starts wailing about something, and I don't hesitate. As the big chunk of metal hits my teeth, I don't let it stop me, and soon, his hand on the back of my head, the metal jewelry several inches past my lips, one of my hands on his ass, the other in my jockstrap, the light hitting us as we go at it, and yup, this felt mighty, mighty real.......

he was a gentleman

he let me fish out my glasses from his trousers when we were done

gotsta
getsum
2nite

Fred Halsted pages just added!!!

so, when you haven't had actual** sex in 3 weeks, stuff like this, while having morning (i.e 1pm) coffee, makes you laugh. In case you weren't home last night watching Mother May I Sleep With Danger? it ends with Tori pushing the guy into the lake, she and Mom run briefly, turn around, say "he's gone" and the next scene, the same guy is hitting on another HOT CHICK, but with curly hair and a goatee (the guy has curly hair and the goattee, that is). Gee, "Mother May I Sleep With Danger Again?" - I'm sure I'll be home alone on the Saturday night that airs!

** actual sex = "cumming while there is another male somewhere in the same room as you" (i've revised my defination from "both men cumming while in the same room" so as to alleviate SOME of the depression)