Wednesday, March 30, 2005

I love learning about new products! (NEW TO ME, ANYWAY)

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

I got to meet one of my porno heroes this weekend! No, no, not one of the directors, or actors, but the MAN who put the music to two of my all-time favorite pornofilms - Heatstroke and HANDsome - and now he's blogging! MAN PARRISH CHATTER - check it out, it's just like two days old - but YOU MUST poke around for the TEST mix of the "Total Eclipse" Klaus Nomi Remix he's working on for the DVD release of NOMI SONG.

OK, so maybe we'd met before - maybe 5 years ago, a sexparty (why does Blogger spellcheck think I meant to type "skippered"?) - he was deejaying; but I doubt he remembers that, he was working. Anyhoo, I had written him weeks back about getting some help for a NOMI SONG poster. He was real sweet, offering the one hanging in the window at The COCK, but I'd have to wait, as he'd promised to keep it displayed for awhile. Long story short, I re-contacted him, he said he'd be setting up Sunday afternoon, so I took a short break from work, racing up the road (5 minute break, what a jip!), and he was there, as sweet as could be, immediately trying to take the poster out of the window. I met who I think is his BF, and a co-worker (who I'd met before, friend of an ex, long story, later) - and damn! You know how you hang out in dark clubs, with the red lighting, and murkiness, and everyone looks so hot - was great to see that all three men look even better in daylight (you shoulda seen me on the corner of 12th and A - hmmm, reminds me of a NYT article, but I digress....) talking about old porn, his great music, smoking laws in clubs, and wondering, "do i have time to do these guys?" Naw, just kidding. Why in the hell would I want to blow three hot men, when I am desperately needed in the burrito-pushing business? Get your minds out of the gutter. So, I unlocked my bike (parked in the gutter), poster in hand (the BF went down to the basement and found a fresh, unused one - I was peeing in my pants!) and rode back to work.

The coolest part is, however, that it's not for me. Ever since seeing NOMI SONG I've wanted to get this poster for this pal of mine, someone who, due to my own horrible neglect, I haven't had much contact with in maybe a year's time.... That's another story, which I won't tell here (makes me look bad - cuz i was) - and this isn't a "here's a present, now forgive me" gift. It's more of a "I couldn't help thinking about you all during the movie, and since, and just know this would look so cool in your house, and I just want you to know that even during long stretches of silence, I think of you often."

OK, that was too corny, and too personal - but hell, I'm high on caffeine, and the NOMI REMIX is blasting for the 4th time while typing this.

Monday, March 28, 2005

rainy days and mondays make me

Sunday, March 27, 2005


"I hope Kirk is pleased with my virgin ass. I want his throbbing dick shoved deep inside me."

directed by: Nickolas Nichodel (1975)

Starring: Shawn Everett, Clay Russell, Caston Lee, Stan Ridge, Ronald Murphy, David Rosen, Bruce Walton, Ronald Howard, James Monroe, Bob Gee

May not be all that sexy to some of you, but this scene reminds me very much of the very first time I had cock. Several men gathered around, grabbing at their crotches, the jazzy-disco version of the 2001 Theme playing as the first few inches of cock entered my hungry 18-year-old mouth, the odd voice-over as I contemplated my new life as a ...... Oh wait, there I go again, confusing pornofilm plots with my own life. Anyhoo..... For those of you who can't view the clip, or others who just want to have a copy of Deodato's fantastic version of Richard Strauss's Also Sprach Zarathustra (which won the 1974 Grammy Award for Best Pop Instrumental Performance) - here ya go.

mommy, daddy, please let me go....
I was gonna have a different post, and then this one was gonna have an explanation, or silliness about the many remixes of this song from a couple years back, but too tired, and too late for work - later, men!

Rippin Kittin

Friday, March 25, 2005

Joe.My.God - indeed!

Check out the video clip from his WYSIWYG performance. (Don't worry, it's not pornographic; you'd have to be porno-crazed or something to get hard watching it)

Thursday, March 24, 2005


Wednesday, March 23, 2005

overheard at bar late last night

"So, you're talking at me like I should know who this Clay Russell is..."

Behind The Greek Door? Boys of Venice? Tricktime? Snowballing? El Paso Wrecking Corp!!! HEATSTROKE!!!!!

sometimes, watching the sky slowly lighten at 5:30 am, listening to Grace Jones, and Pere Ubu, and a mug of ice cream is all it takes....

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Currently "between" boyfriends, and trying to enjoy what I can, when I can.

Ok, so I need some help. (no, not that kind; well, maybe; but for now, I mean specific help on this one specific thing) Where was I? Oh yeah, I'm learning that it's really easy to write what you think is fairly straightforward stuff, and then, because folks skim what you write, or you write unclear, things get misunderstood, or misinterpreted. So, I'm in bed with this hot guy a few weeks back, either he likes to hang out in bed a lot, or he just liked me, I'm still not sure, but we were there for hours after the day should have begun. Anyway, BOYFRIENDS came up and he said he thought i had TWO! Somehow he misunderstood the part of a personal ad profile I posted. "Like, yeah, I'm BETWEEN MY TWO BOYFRIENDS, but I'm a greedy fucker and still going out prowling for hot studs like you man, now put your dick back in my mouth." is what I was thinking but i gestured something to the same effect without using words....

So, what was the question? Oh yeah, should I re-write that line? Am I missing out on all the available bachelors cuz they think I'm "taken"??

Monday, March 21, 2005

the joke's on me
Late Friday night I get this brief email from a pal: "I'm working the Black Party. I'll be playing the head prison guard. I'll see you there?" I thought he was kidding, but simply wrote back that I'm not going. Sometime Saturday, after I have left for work, he writes back: "I thought on your blog you mentioned going to the Black Party. I have one free guest ticket and I can't seem to give it to anyone."


I responded with: my blog said MY BOYFRIEND GOT TICKETS - which of course, i figured anyone knowing me would know I haven't had one of those in years, therefore, no Black Party ticket, either.

Grrrrrrr. Well, by the time it got straightened out, it was too late. No more joking about boyfriends, or parties, for me.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

all dressed up and no where to go

so this "friend" of mine calls me up a coupla hours ago...

friend: so, I was reading your post about your boyfriend snagging some tickets to The Black Party....
me: yeah, right....
friend: so, but, um, hmmm - isn't this your imaginary boyfriend?
me: well, yeah, so....?
friend: so if that's your imaginary boyfriend, aren't the Black Party tickets imaginary, too?
me: D'oh!

Would u let me dress u
I mean, help u pick out your clothes
Before we go out

Friday, March 18, 2005

look i'm standing naked before you

don't you just hate it when your boyfriend tells you, at the last minute, that you're going to The Black Party. So I've narrowed down my cockring selection to 4 of my favorites, but, what to wear, what to wear... had a nice big fat....

Like I needed another reason not to "celebrate" St Patrick's Day - Diocese of San Diego denies Catholic funeral rites to (gay) bar owner.

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Just what you want to be
You will be in the end

Nights In White Satin

there are days I just want to toss all the porno out the window, re-connect my turntable, and bounce around the room like I did when I was in college.....

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

a fun night turned into a very fun sleepover, which lasted well into the afternoon. I have one regret: I gave him my number, but I neglected to get his. Damn, I hope I wasn't playing it "too cool" cuz he was one hot, beautiful, and enormously affectionate man. As we were falling asleep, he warned me that he changes positions a lot during the night. I figured a few minutes of snuggling, and we'd find ourselves separated comfortably side by side. Nope. Each time he moved, he grabbed and pulled me in close, just in a different, warm, firm embrace. Perhaps the best was him behind me, crotch pressed hard against ass, his short beard burying into the back of my neck. I can still feel his tightly gripped arms wrapped around me.

I will stop smiling........... ....... now.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005


Sunday night really was too much beer. I need to consider drying out for awhile - but of course, not til after tonight's Big Lug ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY PARTY. Good thing I don't get off (work) 'til midnight, well after the free LUG SHOTS and cans o' beer.

Monday, March 14, 2005

pushing 40
ouch. Didn't get out of the house 'til about 1:30 last night, to check out Big Lug's new night over at the Parkside Lounge. Was lots of fun, but I think they put something in the beer. During my 4th 24 oz. PBR draft, I started to feel rather woozy. Clock said 4:05am, dj was still playing, but I stumbled out after (I think) saying a few goodbyes.

And could this N Y Times article be any lamer??? "But for some reason, that back room was closed last Saturday night, as it has been from time to time in recent months." Idiot obviously hasn't been to the place in years, if at all - the back room has been closed every non-Sunday night for a coupla years now. And his ridiculous attempt at having an HIV discussion with patrons of the noisiest bar this side of town wasn't just stupid, but insulting; he was clearly just trying to make his article somehow relevant by injecting this topic - "The one topic that barely came up was AIDS...." I mean, come on!

Whadya think about that new drug-resistant strain of H.I.V. that might be in our midst?

Yeah, she really does look like a real woman.

Are you at all nervous about having sex with strangers now that the drug-resistant strain of H.I.V. might be in our midst?

Naw. I think this is a new remix, or maybe a mash-up; who fuckn' knows, but it's great!

Do you think that the drug-resistant strain of H.I.V. that might be in our midst is the reason the backroom is closed, or did I just come on the wrong night, or did they move the backroom over to that corner there, where everyone is smoking and a few guys look like they've lost thier contacts, scurring around on their knees? Maybe I wrote this article 3 years ago, and added a few things like the "drug-resistant strain of H.I.V." reference to get the editor to finally publish this piece of crap.....

interesting sidenote: Look how often the writer of this article is mentioned in this old The Villager article accusing the New York Times of lifting story ideas from The Villager without attribution (The Washington Post also covered this story back in 2003).

Saturday, March 12, 2005

you make me hard

yeah, you

Friday, March 11, 2005

a couple of quick notes as I finish up some coffee and finally begin my day:

For those of you who've asked - Wanted is available from our friends at Bijou Video.

This link for windowsmedia player should help you download the right player for your computer to view movie clips that I post.

Have a nice weekend, don't forget to write.

Thursday, March 10, 2005


"Beat it, you muthafucka; beat that cock."

Directed by Steve Scott (1981)

Starring: Al Parker, Jack Wrangler, Will Seagers, Dan Noble, Duff Paxton, Frank Ross, R.W. Stone (AKA Ray Medina), Rob Stevens, Sam Benson, and Steve Taylor

God I love this film! Just looking at this opening sequence, for example, with Wrangler's 'slight' overacting; cocksucker Medina's (um, I mean Stone's) eyes as he's getting Wrangler's load (bonus points to the man who can tell me what Medina says in Spanish); the set-up to the story simply laid out with Al Parker and Will Seagers in the jail cell; the sound of the crickets - I could go on (and in person, I would). Steve Scott is such a great filmmaker. And the scene in the barn between Al Parker and real-life boyfriend, bearded hunk Steve Taylor (where, among other things, gets ball-fucked by Parker!) - all I can say is GODDAMM! OK, back to sleep for me......

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

it's cumming, it's cumming
um, work, beer, men. Nice nice men. and more beer. then we left at the same time, oh, why not get some sleep together. oops, long long "sleep" - 4pm, we really ought to get moving. He's on his cell, i'm on my computer, might not have time to post clip today, but really, it's cumming.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

beg for it
Was trying to show the snow, but all you get, really, is the skinny arm and hefty gut. In other news, despite having closed the COCK three times last week (no, I don't work there now, I mean I was there well after last call was called), I am feeling a bit lonely and neglected. So, here's my bi-monthly plea for attention. I want to get to work on the opening clip from one of my all-time favorite films, Wanted, but just need a little encouragement on this snowy day - so e-mail me already!

It's the opening sequence, when warden Jack Wrangler is forcing a blow job out of hot, bearded, prisoner Ray Medina (who, alas, I've only seen in two other films, Gayracula, and Rawhide, and is credited here as R. W. Stone). In fact, the whole film is full of hot bearded cocksuckers: the best, Al Parker, of course; plus Medina; Al's real-life boyfriend Steve Taylor; a scruffily bearded Duff Paxton with his furry chest; and reddish-bearded Sam Benson who blows Wrangler, then gets fucked by him in order to distract the guard while Parker and Seagers escapes. If you like hot bearded cocksuckers (who doesn't!), you should see this film (or drop by my apartment).


Monday, March 07, 2005



Starring: Sonny, Jerry, Michael, Sean, Jon, Bruce (AKA Steve Cruise), Chris (Chris Thompson), and Derek

This is a scene from one of those mid 80's naked-dancing-but-no-sex tapes (like Hard Men: No Strings Attached, Advanced Disrobics). I was getting ready to sell this one, checking length, etc., and realized that Chris Thompson is not the only porn star in the tape. So I had to stop and do some research, but knew it was a Matt Sterling mid-80's film. Anyone who's seen Matt Sterling's 1984 release, Sizing Up will remember Steve Cruise. A bunch of the college athletes are out on the town, and Steve really gets into the music at this disco, taking off his shirt, unbuttoning his leather pants, etc. Later, he and his buddy (Chuck Spencer) stop in a park (fantastic fake scenery!), and poor Chuck wants Steve soooooo bad. Probably my a favorite scene in the film, Chuck is an excellent butt muncher. Anyway, this was supposed to be about this, but hell, it's a naked dancersize video, this is the BIG FINALE, what the hell else is there to say?

Sunday, March 06, 2005


No porno, not that crazy, and barely any rambling..... but still pretty gay.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

I demand to know why I am instant messaging you
Thekingco [9:53 PM]: hello
Thekingco [9:53 PM]: is anyone there
Thekingco [9:54 PM]: this is josh k
Thekingco [9:54 PM]: who is this
Thekingco [10:04 PM]: hello
Thekingco [10:05 PM]: is anyone there

.....ya leave your computer on while you take a shower, and come back to this....

Friday, March 04, 2005

I was gonna post some porno, but got distracted, and at about 1:30 am, realized I was sobering up. So the clothes came on, the bike got unlocked, and after I bought some guy a beer, we decided we liked each other's facefuzz and began sampling parts of each other's bodies. Nothing like making out in a loud, crowded bar, and nothing like bending over and having someone's prince albert banging against your teeth. The highlight of the evening, about 10 minutes after last call was called, this guy's arm around my shoulder, our lips occasionally diving for each other's throats, and the deejay plays Gang of Four's Damaged Goods. (Some of you may know they usually played this song last at their live shows) My poor "new friend" felt how excited I was as I squealed (in a very manly way, of course) and punched his shoulder: "I (punch) can't (punch) believe (punch) she's (punch) playing(punch) this(punch) fanfuckin (punch,punch) tastic (he punches me a coupla times) song!" (punch, punch)

Several hours later, I served coffee.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

This should be played at high volume, preferably in a residential area
The other night, someone was asking me what music I had listened to that day. One of those generic 'conversation starters' I quickly remembered that I'd been BLASTING these two Sinead O'Connor discs - a 3-song single, This Is A Rebel Song, and the 4-song EP, Fire On Babylon. Funny that the title song of Rebel Song is from another EP (Gospel Oak) and of course, the Rebel single has this fantastic Bob Marley song (see below) and a fuckinfantastic live version of Fire On Babylon - which I can only play before midnight, as I crank the speakers and shake the walls with it - you should, too.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Walking down Avenue A, I reach 13th St. and can see my bike, a block away, safely locked to the lamp post where I left it. I struggled with the lock, needs oiling again, and I need coffee. Ugh. 2pm, and I'm just on my way home. The pounding head is competing with the slim grin on my face, and now that I'm home, aspirin with o.j., and finally, the first sips of morning coffee. Did I really tell that handsome man I might see him out again tonight at the Cock? Cute cute face, we only talked for about 15 minutes before we left (of course, last call had been called while we were chatting). He insisted we go to his place, but wouldn't tell me where that was until he had the cab waiting, and I gestured toward my bike. He laughed. "96th St." and pushed me in the vehicle.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Apparently, one of the guest houses in Provincetown went ahead and put me on their mailing list, even though they had no room at the inn for me last fall. I'm sorry to say I won't be able to make the Lions & Lambs party March 18th, despite temptation of the sling room in the basement being open all weekend long. But I must say, the most amusing event on their events list is the as-yet-to-be-determined-when COUPLES WEEKEND - date TBA. One of the things I don't miss about being in a relationship - trying to make decisions together.