more Moose, please
previous pic seemed to go over well, so here's more Moose. What a doll! Tell me you wouldn't want to be sitting on his face with that gorgeous tongue attacking your crotch!
obsessed with old gay porno movies.
51 yr-old dirty old man, give me more porn!
Nothing says EAT MY HOT HAIRY HOLE like wicker, you know? You just can't guess how strong my tongue would get with his..... Gee, I wouldn't know where to start (OK, so maybe i do know - so get out of the way!) But, alas, he's just another classic pornstar, one of the many that I ought to do a filmography/videography on; but I'm sure SMUTJUNKIES must have a good page, no?
I think somewhere on BMB they said not to copy pics, or use them on other sites, but I figure if this guy can use 20-year old copyrighted pics, why not me? So, guess the pornstar's name(s) and win bonus points. Guess the magazine these pics came from, and get double bonus points. (For triple points, find me, count my jockstraps, and name the brand of Häagen-Dazs)
9am update: no, really, I can barely make it into the next room for coffee; may have to stay in bed all day - anyone out there DELIVER?
Who the F*CK kept screaming HUGO! HUGO! HUGO! HEW-GO! at the end of the second encore, after the always last song, Damaged Goods? Oh, right.
But fuck, man, that drummer is f*ckin' hot!
And don't get on me about him being str8, and married, and all that - the chances that man and I would ever meet are, well, anyway, he's hot. I want to do it with him, and my legs are still wobbly from last night. (those are two separate thoughts, mind you; don't know why they are in the same sentence) I wonder if he prefers to be called Professor Burnham? I've always had a thing for men who teach. (Hugo, 1979) Anyway, as you probably can tell, it was fanfuckintastic, and I wouldn't know how to begin describing it. I was somewhat nervous that there would be no way in hell these men could possibly do as good a job as 20+ years ago when I saw them last (Ritz, NYC) or back in Chicago in '82. And I will admit that during the first song it seemed a bit shaky (good, but living up to BEST LIVE BAND EVER is tough, ya know?), but by At Home He's A Tourist the place went f*ckin mad! Or maybe it was just me; I do remember wondering why, with all my hop-thrash-"dancing", I wasn't bumping into the people around me much - maybe they were steering clear. And what song was that where Jon was baseball-batting the microwave oven? And he still has the most incredible stage presence - that caged animal pacing and screaming and bizarre-crazed-restraint in some of the singing.... I could go on (and to the first 5 or 6 men I spoke to at BIG LUG last night after the show, my apologies for going on, and on, and on...). Not Great Men made me giggle. It's my sister's fault. Back in the early 80's, when we'd go to EXIT in Chicago, they'd play all sorts of cool shit - but for some reason, my sister wouldn't hear the actual lyrics "It's not made by great men, It's not made by great men.." she'd hear: "It's my favorite breakfast..." which I inadvertently started singling aloud! Fortunately, know one would hear me. And of course, just like any teenager going to see his favorite band, I had hoped and hoped they'd play my favorite song, but knew I couldn't actually wish for it out loud, or tell anyone, then it wouldn't happen, right? And it's tough to pick a favorite song, especially when you turn on one of their albums, and each successive song you turn the volume up louder, thinking "this is their best song." But the one that would always, ALWAYS get me running to the dancefloor at EXIT, just those first few guitar notes, they did near the end of the set, and it COULD NOT HAVE BEEN BETTER - not even on one of their albums, but on their (2nd, 3rd?) E.P. - Another Day, Another Dollar - To Hell With Poverty (1982) - and the crowd, and me, more than anyone, went wild - and it's one of those great songs that you not only don't mind everyone singing along, you give dirty looks to the one's who aren't, ya know?
In this land right now
some are insane, and they're in charge
I wonder if I have time to make a I LOVE HUGO t-shirt before tonight's show?
"Hey! There's a coupla guys doing the dirty deed!"
director: Robert Walters (1984) 115 minutes!!
Starring: Glen Armstrong, Scott Avery, Randy Page, Greg Girard (in his first film), Cory Adams, Gavin Burke (aka Rob Montessa), Brian Michaels (aka Bobby Madison), Bud Adams, Ron Collier, Eliot Higgins, Phil Shannon, Wade Davis
gonna have to cheat a bit, and copy/paste my own eBay description, as I need to get my ass (and the rest of me, of course) to work. bUT BEFORE i DO THIS, A COUPLE QUICK NOTES - I just had to show the opening credits, as it shows each lead character, and more importantly, you get to hear the complete theme song, Something Wild; the hot warehouse scene includes the incredulicious Bobby Madison (AKA Brian Michaels) who many of you would remember from The Bigger The Better with his teacher, Matt Ramsey (AKA Peter North), pumping iron (and each other) in the teachers apartment; Greg Girard's first porno film (he's the top in this scene) co-incidentally, is in the other video I have up for sale, Head Trips, (and a clip below from a different scene from that film is shown below), a father/son theme that competes for HOTNESSth with the notorious one from El Paso Wreckign Corp.. ....... am I late for work yet???? Oh yeah, it's a long clip, about 9 minutes, so sit back and enjoy!
"This film is the first full-sound, full-scale release from Nova Studios. Curly blond Scott Avery and Glen Armstrong are two backpackers exchanging sex stories over an evening's campfire as they spend their spring break in the High Sierras."
What sets NOVA Films a part is that every scene has multiple orgasms, well-photographed from more than one angle. This is the original uncut, full-version that was released by NOVA in the 80's; NOT the chopped up 60-minute version sold by MIDNIGHT MEN video.
One of a zillion reasons why I am so unfocused and scatterbrained is that, well, OK, I don't know WHY, I just know there are about a dozen or so things on my mind at the moment, and this inability to focus on just one and get it over with (i.e. those two bills that are past due, and I have the money in the bank, just stop typing this, write out the checks, stick it in something and lick something and ....) plus I have this stack of books I need to sell (need the $$$ desperately, and need the shelf space, too), but each thing I feel the need to exhaustively research before posting! Partly because I don't want to be underselling something valuable, or - egad! - something rare or hard to find; plus I really strive to give as much info as possible to the potential buyers - the way I like to buy stuff online, ya know?
Anyway, I think this book, This Universe of Men, "a collection of erotic science fiction tales" by Greg Logan and illustrated by R. A. Shultz (Firsthand Books, 1992) is out of print. But that alone doesn't help me figure out if I should keep it, save it as a gift for some so far unrevealed collector friend, or just get it over with and post in on eBay. Grrrrrrrrrrr!
And speaking of cool music, here's the Garbage re-mix of Special I mentioned to Mr Chas during one of those drunken outings.
Not that I didn't enjoy every friggin' minute of his stay, but he did start to get a tad out of control. With way too much attention from way too many men, I think it started to go to his head, making ugly faces at babies, shoving strangers out of his way, singing "to be famous is so nice, suck my dick, kiss my ass," as he pushed them to the ground.....
.... I hope New York can recover...
director: Al Parker (1984)
Starring: Al Parker, Cole Taylor, Tico Patterson, Vincent Thomas, Rydar Hanson, Michael Charles, Drake Woods, Ed Wiley (AKA Myles Longue), Greg Girrard
Al Parker's take on virtual reality. In this great little film from 1984, men sit down in a chair, pull on some space-age goggle-thingees, plop in some coins, and select from a menu which fantasy they'd like to see (partake in). Pornstar, Fireman, Father, Restaurant (yeah, seems odd, but when you view the clip with waiter Tico Patterson, you'll see it's pretty cool), etc. Trivia fans will notice that's Al Parker and his lover, Steve Taylor (bearded), at the next table, watching the three-way progress. Too hung over (thanks, Chas) to say more - enjoy!
Of course, eBaying this.
director: Alan Purnell (1982)
Starring: Morgan Winner (body-builder), COLT model Toby, Ross Sanderson, and Peter Moran (+ 3 others?)
background: an early '80's import from Britain, a rarity as that country made it difficult for adult films to be produced there. Originally released in the States on the GAGETAPE label; more recently on the inferior HIS Video label. The director was well-known still photographer, Alan Purnell (popular in European magazines, who was also editor of Him Monthly (aka Him Exclusive), published from 1976 thru the early 80's, I think, which also produced the film). This mixes film and new (at the time) video effects. Lots of foreplay, the tape builds towards the end (and that's when we see the climaxes). Somehow he got COLT model Toby to come out of retirement for this film (who also did a cover for HIM), but oddly, TOBY's presence wasn't the advertised angle; rather, Morgan Winner (a good looking man, don't get me wrong!).
The version I have up for auction, and you won't see any difference in the clip I've posted, is called JOCKSTRAPS LEVIS & LEATHER from the infamous FRAT HOUSE BOYS (they did lots of amateur, hidden camera, that sort of thing, in the 90's), and has a few xtra minutes of footage from some uncredited boxing/wrestling/sucking on the mat thing, plus 95% of the original film - I can't tell what besides the original credits are missing. It's an odd little thing that I've hung on to for about 2-3 years deciding how, and whether, to sell.
Of course, eBaying this tape (god knows the auction might be over (4pm Wednesday) by the time you read this.
Now, here's my semi-monthly (short-version) rant on HIS VIDEO, which now has the rights to this tape. Look - LOOK, DAMNIT! at the cover they use for the video (left, below) then compare it to the original packaging. Then, consider that TOBY (TOBY's face pic is #3 above, cockpic is #4 above; plus on backcover of original 1982 box, 3rd pic below, he's top left in leather, bottom right about to suck some cock - who doesn't want to see TOBY suck cock?), 70's huge uncut COLT porn star fuckin' TOBY is in the film; TOBY who has only ever done 4 films in his entire friggin' pornstar life; TOBY! who AL Parker, fuckin' GOD of PORNSTARS Al fuckin' Parker told Rip Colt when he first signed with COLT that his dream, his fantasy, his ultimate scene would be to do anything with TOBY! (which they did in Chute soon after that), that THE reason he singed with COLT was that it had his fuckin' idol, TOBY, in it. Now, look again at that lame-ass twinky shaved body model cover (who isn't even in the friggin movie, ferchrissakes!!) and tell me I'm making too big of a deal over these folks who have NO RIGHT TO OWN THESE MOVIES they can't market correctly!! Really, who would you rather have sex with, or at least watch have sex? And if, which is OK, you'd rather have watch the twinkyguy in the HIS pic, well, TOUGH SHIT! cuz he is no where to be found on that tape!
or else I'm going to GOOGLE ADSENSE!!! (well, maybe not BUT JUST CLICK THE PRETTY PICS ANYWAY, OK?)
I'm having a Lenny afternoon. Remember the Simpsons episode where Marge becomes a Real Estate agent, and she's showing homes to, I think the Flanders. Suddenly, the facade from Lenny's house falls off, revealing him in his underwear, eating out of a can, as he pleads: "Please don't tell people how I live." Well, as I have about 72 hours until the arrival of a guest, a guest who I truly want to see, hang out with, and stay here, I am in one of those my apartment - no, no, my whole way of living - sucks! I can't believe I talked some guy into staying here for 5 days! moments. Dust covering everything, porno stacked to the ceilings, inexplicable things I've found over the years on the streets of NYC, old dinnerware piled up all around the "sleep area" where he gets his 5 square feet of space...... ugh. Get offline and get back to cleaning!