Thursday, December 31, 2009

Happy Nude Year!

sorry, too friggin cold to do a more traditional Nude New Year Shot (besides, Mom didn't like last years'). So Happy Happy, y'all. Smell Ya Later!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

all dressed up and ready to fall in love

Gimme gimme cha cha heels.
All I want is cha cha heels

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

"I wanted CHA-CHA heels....BLACK ones!"


"I hate you, I hate this house, I hate Christmas!"

holiday traditions are important, as I'm hearing from a good buddy regarding this clip - time to re-run this post - Xmas 2008, 2007, 2006, 2005, and gosh from 2003!! - who knows, maybe i'll still be doing it in 2010! So, enjoy the BEST CHRISTMAS CLIP EVER that I snagged a couple years back from kweer.com's FEMALE TROUBLE pages.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Christmas present....Christmas present....Christmas present....
NAVY BLUE


director: director: Francis Ellie (1979)

Starring: George Payne & Jack Wrangler; plus Brian Ray (Santa); , Giuseppe Welsh (helicopter), Adam DeHaven, Kurt Mann, Snapper Foster, Derek Thurston, and Anna Freed

You know the story - two guys in the Navy on a 12-hour leave in NYC. Each is secretly in love with the other, but can't bare to admit it to the other and risk jeopardizing their friendship. They part ways, and Jack Wrangler is trying to enjoy site-seeing on his own, but loses himself in thought looking at one of the Christmas-decorated windows, imagining a romantic encounter with his buddy, 70's bearded hunk George Payne, complete with disco-theme music, of course. (BTW, the music is SPACE's Magic Fly)

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.

Monday, December 21, 2009

hairway to steven

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Weatherman says it’s miserable
But the snow is so beautiful


All I ever get for Christmas is blue

I wanna get
snowed in with you

Saturday, December 19, 2009

C'mon kiss the gun

as sexy as that tune by Abondanza 6 is, it does nothing for my saturday morning post-coffee, pre-shower whack off. Popplagið, how ever, (which must be Icelandic for grab my balls while I whack more furiously as the music progresses) is much more suitable. I highly recommend the live version, as the applause near the end can be just the right touch to put you over the top.

(and yeah, i re-watched the film Heima last night; just beautiful!)

Friday, December 18, 2009

i told you cha cha heels!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

el vez

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

let the love flow
fall into me


it was getting late. i had more beer than i should, but something kept me out, drinking more. the crowd was thinning, but the music was good, and still some handsome men scattered around. he smiled, but only halfway as if deciding if he wanted to aim it actually towards me, or just out into the room. i smiled back anyway. familiar handsome face, had seen him before, but had "dismissed" him as too young. you know that kind of dismissal, you decide he's not your type before he gets a chance to dismiss you as not his type. but handsome nonetheless, and his smile returned, and aimed right at me. it was more like a smirk; sheepish, sideways, maybe even smart-alecky; something you want to see again. smiling back, I caused his grin to widen, and we both had that "we're only a few feet apart, who's gonna risk moving while hoping not to trip?" expressions on our faces.

once next to each other, something mumbled, or grunted, and one of us got close enough to the other's face to force the other to decide - mmmmm, lips were soft, warm, light and promising.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Monday, December 14, 2009

Santa wears a jockstrap (and tube socks)
Navy Blue


directed by: Francis Ellie (1979)

Starring: George Payne and Brian Ray (Santa) - this scene; also stars Jack Wrangler, Giuseppe Welsh (helicopter), Adam DeHaven, Kurt Mann, Snapper Foster, Derek Thurston, and Anna Freed

This great scene from Navy Blue finds sailor George Payne wandering around Manhattan, stumbling upon a Santa raising money for charity (not to worry, it's not a Salvation Army Santa, so you can enjoy guilt-free) who uses several awful double entendres to pick up sexy sailor George Payne.

and enjoy the crappy Xmas music soundtrack!

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.

music update: "Sleigh Ride, by Leroy Anderson. Then the "Ukranian Bell Carol" at the end.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

better than google, my readers, they are
citifarmer

thanks, Mike S.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

have you seen my santa?

as happens often, i was actually looking for a hairy butt shot to quickly post before heading out into the cold, but beautifully sunny saturday morning, but stumbled upon this in my Xmas folder. And the funny part of that is that I actually found this guy's blog maybe a week ago, and forgot to bookmark it. We were eBay/internet friends of a sort some years ago; he sold a wide range of stuff. so now, i can't figure out where his webpage is!

so, your assignment today is....

Friday, December 11, 2009

i blame time warner cable
[enter text here]

(here i was, on a perfect little posting streak, breaking all modern records for my lil website here, and BAM! time warner loses my cable/internet connection and i was unable to post on December 10th, stopping my recent "record" at 13 days in a row.... grrrr)

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

it looks so real I can see it
Why Can't I Touch It?

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

PASSING STRANGERS

director: Arthur J. Bressan, Jr. (1974)

Starring: Robert Adams and Robert Carnagey; Bob Middleton (Robert's voice), Edward Guthman (Tom's voice), A. J. Bressan, Jr. (projectionist), Jerry Johnson (projectionist's voice), Robert Jerome (TV announcer); on Polk Street: Grant Ditzler, Patrick Lee, Leon McGraw, Darrell Mascall; at the baths: Richard Locke and Eddie Cadena; bubble sequence: David Dehr, Terry Hunter, Chuck Feil, John Thompson, Richard Klingerman, Ralph Osborn, and Wayne Woodcock.

You really shouldn't call this a porno film; sure, it has gay sex in it, but there was no other way to sell a film with gay sex in it 35 years ago, except in a porno theater. Check out the clip, and while you might be interested in seeing it, I doubt you'll be looking forward to whacking off to it. It's about a man who places a personal ad in the paper (stumped for what to say, he uses a Walt Whitman poem), and an 18-year-old boy who lives at home with his parents responds. Much of the film is narrated by the correspondence between the two, but they do finally meet. Fantastic footage of early 1970's San Francisco, including the Gay Freedom Day March. Loneliness, coming out, and other themes are touched upon, most notably the theme of younger/older male couplings (but only 10 years separates the two); he revisits that theme again in his 1976 film Forbidden Letters, and to critical acclaim in his non-porn Abuse (which also explores other controversial themes).

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.

Monday, December 07, 2009

the concrete broke your fall

the goshdarndangdiddly porno clip wouldn't work, so gave up and went to the stereo; porno luego, por favor?

Sunday, December 06, 2009

allneonlike

still spending too much time online while at home, but this weekend at least i spent a bit of time with some fun, silly, and yes, a tad bit of flirtaceousness (damn, knew that wouldnt get past spellcheck) - but, more fun was someone getting a bjork reference, which turned into searching out more bootleg-type remixes, and spent many fun hours listening to them while deciding whether to pull out the xmas decor - where's that Burt Reynolds pic? (No, not that one, i mean this one.

Saturday, December 05, 2009

you goddamn kids

the above tune may not be for everyone, but i dig it. somehow i imagine being at a dreadful work holiday party, and this comes causing all my co-workers to flee, leaving me, the last bits of food, drink, and the hot deejay alone under the tree.... yeah, some imagination.

Friday, December 04, 2009

you can't always get what you want
Confessions Of A Male Groupie
(or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love The Electric Banana)


director: Tom DeSimone (1971)

The director's description: - "A hard-core pop musical camp expose' of a young country boy led adrift by Sweet Lady Mary in Hollywood". Stars Larry Danser as The Groupie; D C Micheals as Steve; Ruffin Tumble as Jeff; Sky Kinque as Frank (the last 3 make up the group Electric Banana); introducing Myona Phetish as Sweet Lady Mary; and The Beautiful People as The Beautiful People.

The plot involves a young man fleeing his home town, Gottagetouttahere, USA, and arriving in L.A. to be taken into the fold by Sweet Lady Mary. The pair are big fans of the new hit group, Electric Banana, a long-haired skinny three-some - 2 are lovers, and the 3rd is finally seduced by The Groupie by the film's end. Excellent opening sequence utilizing George Harrison's "My Sweet Lord", a split-screen with our hero, The Groupie, dancing, and some erotic "still" poses with other nude models, which then segues into a stark, but beautiful solo masturbation scene by Larry. At the time, director DeSimone was contracted to provide gay porno films to two adult theatres, but having also promised his friends to make something other than your typical fuck-film (everyone in this film were personal friends of his, the "freaks" he ran around with), he wasn't too happy having to let this one only be seen in what was then illegal gay porno theatres. But at that time, only the "artist" Andy Warhol could get this sort of film shown outside of those venues. I love this clip - the "faghag" Sweet Lady Mary shoots up, a Rolling Stones song playing, and her erotic dream involving just herself.

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.

Thursday, December 03, 2009

reader email:

"any idea who this erection-inducing stud is?"

Class?

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Music Is My Boyfriend
Music Is My Boyfriend

you wouldn't think of me as the type who hums and sings while on my way to work in the morning. i'm fairly grouchy; can't really speak to other humans until i've had coffee, and some "alone time"' and i hate walking into work and seeing shit on my chair ("don't even think about sitting your hairy ass down before you deal with what i've put here"); the list goes on. and while pedaling my bike from the lower east side into midtown, there's enough nonsense on the road to really get my blood boiling; it basically involves anyone doing anything that interferes with me going quickly on my route through bike lanes to my destination. so the whole while, i am muttering, and cursing, and yelling, and most days, it gets to a point where something comes out of my mouth that stops me, and makes me laugh, and i begin singing it. something that happens way to often is the pedestrian who, while waiting for the light to change, keeps inching into the road... past the parked car lane, into the bike lane, and sometimes beyond. f@ckin irritating as hell, but the most entertaining ones are the ones who do it with their baby carriages. really. like there's some god out there watching over their babies, and no truck or cab, or nutty irritable bicyclist couldn't ram right into that carriage. so as "get your goddam baby out of traffic" comes out of my mouth, it tickles me, and makes me laugh, and relieves some of the morning stress, and i start to sing it. loud, out of tune (duh): "get your goddam baby out of traffic; get your goddam baby out of traffic". now don't worry, i'm only doing it while moving, so no one person has to hear more than a syllable or two.

and this gets me back to why i don't completely loathe my addiction to "dating" websites and the endless search for mr right through clicking on silly-ass personal profiles. every once in awhile i see someone's long-ass list of bands they dig, and i might pop into my favorite music downloading site and try a few bands out. that's how i found out about the album 1 Giant Leap, and learned about Antony's cover of Crazy Love (although i didn't recognize it as someone else's when i heard his version). so the song above, after it got downloaded to my hard drive an i clicked on it thinking at first "this sucks", then "this is annoyingly catchy", then "did he just mention pee?", and now, well, it's part of my morning ritual on the way to work:


I washed his dirty underwear
he made me toast


(C'mon! sing-a-long!) so, thank god i have at least this one reliable boyfriend to lean on during tough times, or tough moments like when moms shove their babies into traffic.

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

no glove, no love
TURBO CHARGE

director: Al Parker (1988)

Starring: Al Parker, Justin Cade

a great safer sex message from director Al Parker, from his 1988 film, Turbo Charge. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Reynolds wrap!

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.

Monday, November 30, 2009

c'mon, c'mon, i love ya
Take Me Home

Sunday, November 29, 2009

if you open yer mouth and a purse falls out....
i shouldn't be surprised, the night after drinking too much, eating too much when i got home at 3am (or was it 4?) after drinking too much, and, needless to say, alone and not so much as a glance in my direction all night from anyone in that bar i drank too much in - i'm kinda blue. there was a point - not just before i left when i realized everyone in the place was either doing drugs in the john, or partnered guys hooking up with other partnered guys - but earlier, when i realized i was invisible. I was talking to two friends, middle of a sentence, when a guy comes up to us. a bar buddy, pal, and he says hey, starts talking, and as he's getting louder, and more into his story, i'm moving just a little bit away, giving him space, and as he goes on and on, and my pals are engaged in this story, and I can no longer hear him, as I seem to be closer to the loudspeaker, and further away from the three of them, i realize i'm no longer with these guys; the 4th guy is standing in the spot i was standing in just a few minutes ago.....

and i do that sighing thing i do, and retreat a bit further into the dark and either sit in a corner, or grab another useless beer. a certain amount of resignation mixed with anger sets in. sometimes i think i'm just not from this goddman planet. which is weird, cuz i do a lot of the things that you earthlings do, but i seem to look at them with a quizzical, perplexed eye. for example, my semi-addiction to a certain webcamchatroom. i've got my wang out, and i'm looking at other guys with their wangs out, these men i don't know, and rarely say anything except the obligatory i wanna lick your hairy balls while you whack it, man kinda thing (2Bpolite). and then i see typed on the screen: yeah man, i wanna f*ck that ass and i get irritated, like angry irritated - and he wasn't even messenging me! but i'm thinking it's not THAT ass - it's HIS ASS you want to fuck HIS ASS, YOU WANT TO FUCK HIS GODDAM ASS! HIS! HIS! HIS ASS! - he's a person, a human being, not a goddam object on your video screen! and... fuck, why am i not laughing? i should be laughing, but i'm mad, pissed off! and then i just dismiss the whole lot of them (men; i hate/love men, are you figuring that out yet?). And god help the poor schmuck who messages me directly with the i want that big cock up my ass - it's MY BIG COCK, mutherfucker, you want MY BIG COCK up your hot hairy ass (not up THAT hot hairy ASS). it's MY BIG COCK, the big cock you want up your hole belongs to a person, a fuckin goodam person!

and it's like i don't know anyone, ANYONE who even gets it, let alone feels this way. and the stoopid personal ads or "dating" profiles with the UB2's and weird criteria for contacting them. sure, we all get messages form guys we're not into, and sure, some guys can be goddam creepy, but i don't know, i just get all irritated when i read these screeds, these don't be this; do be that profiles, and yet, and yet.... there i am clicking on pics, reading profiles, sending out the occasional hey man, and saying the occasional thanks, man replies. and then, i'm reading hotmusclestudmasctop's profile (i know, don't say it), and he's got ..and if when you open your mouth, a purse falls out.... with some dribble about how it's not a match, or some such nonsense. Now, we all know he's not really weeding out those of us with high-pitched girly voices, he just thinks he's signaling how fuckin butch he is to other hotfuckinmascbutch guys, right? but still, i can't just move on to the next profile, I wanna grab the guy by the throat and say: "if his purse fell out, why can't you just be a fuckin' gentleman and pick it up and hand it back to him, you fuckin loser asshole?"

i think i might have anger issues

Saturday, November 28, 2009

THE CROTCH WATCHER (AKA Dirty Words)

Director: Bill Clayton (1976)

Starring: Gordon Grant + 3 others

The Crotch Watcher features Gordon Grant as a businessman who jerks off while getting ready to go to work; then he heads to the office bathroom, where he whacks off again in the stall, while another guy is doing the same in the next stall; (the next part is what's featured above, where he signals to the guy, blows him - note the expert tongue-swirling-on-hairy balls Grant gives the guy while he's cumming - such a pro! ooooooooohoh Mr Grant!); when they finish, and he's cleaning up, he spots another guy at the urinal, and does him; and finally, he picks up a 3rd guy on the street, and takes him home for some bedsex - and despite what all the websites tell you, it's NOT Chris Burns! (Grant sitting on the guy's face in the final scene, his perfect stomach hard and glistening, gets me everyf*ckintime!) - All that in a 22-minute film!

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Don't know what I want but I can't think about it anymore
Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore

fighting the urge to go into work (it's a day off), so puttsing around online, slurping (just coffee, alas), and meanwhile, I can't decide which version of PSB's Don't know what you want but I can't give it anymore is best. Any opinions out there?

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

text only edition
despite being dead tired (work has been very very busy - and kinda aggravating, but not in that i-dont-want-to-be-here-i-hate-it-it-sucks way, but more in the damn-im-busy-and-i-cant-accomplish-half-what-i-want way, ya know?) i went out last night for "one beer." 3 beers later, i'm standing there and realize the 3 men nearest me are men i've slept with; one a sweetheart from like 25 years ago (did we meet at Boy Bar, or The Bar?)

today i'm hoping my boss follows up on his threat to FORCE me to leave at 3pm like everyone else, since my inclination is to stay and try to do some catch up. and there's the 4-day weekend, but i might go in on....naw, don't do it!

....p.s. to the two guys who read the post below and commented at the offending website - awww, i luv you guys!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

'tis the season
Listing files, sorted by the number of failed requests.
#reqs file
2726 /music/Charo_(Mamacita)_Donde_Esta_Santa_Claus.mp3
28 /head/jockstrapboys09a.JPG
24 /pornstars/GALLERY13_2829a.JPG
18 /adultauctionpics/hanes_ashirt.jpg
18 /movie/Wanted02.JPG
17 /head/jockstrapboys04a.JPG
14 /music/Father_And_Son.mp3
14 /blog/guidebook4.JPG
13 /music/why_does_my_heart_feel_so_bad.mp3
13 /blog/stoner001.JPG
13 /blog/GLAMbush1.GIF

wow! so some sort of very popular website is hotlinking to my posting of Charo's funtastic "Mamacita Donde Esta Santa Claus"; sheeesh! with the cost of bandwidth so incredibly cheap, you'd think people would give up on hotlinking and just host their own tunes, pics, and whatnot.... what can ya do? meanwhile, some other dickwad completely lifted my the last time i had a nice ass in my face was..... post - the two porcelli pics (of course, I don't own the rights to them, but again, hotlinking? that's sooooooooooooooo 90's!) and word-for-word my sad lil lament on not getting any in however long. (and NO, I ain't linking to his sorry ass website with playgirl photos of some exgovernor's son-in-law's butt and god-knows what else unoriginal content he provides... but feel free to google "the last time i had a nice ass in my face was....." for yourself)

gee, ain't i in a lovely mood this morning!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Sleep a few more nights together
if you're not back in love by Monday

this tune let's me indulge myself in that fantasy that if only i tried a bit harder, did something a bit different, or as the song suggests, take a romantic weekend to rekindle the relationship.... but, of course, the trouble wasn't that i'd fallen out of love, and i don't remember him saying anything about him falling out of love.... anger, fighting, disappointments, poor communication, incompatibility, i don't actually remember him giving me a reason - but love, or the lack of it, didn't seem to be part of what was being yelled at me that night... but i guess that's why songs like this can be so appealing, how it simplifies it to a point that you can hum along, get teary-eyed and wistful, "oh gee, if only we...." especially when you go through one of those droughts, when no one even seems to look in your direction, and you can't remember the last time you were kissed (i do remember the last time i kissed a boy - it was in provincetown, but he didn't really kiss back.... when was that, 2 months ago?? - but... 'nother story) and it seems so hard to even get to where you can consider maybe it will happen again, and you wonder why, why was it so hard to stay together and make that effort... oh you know that cliche - "i'd rather be in no relationship than the wrong relationship" - well yeah, or DUH, as the kids say. i think if i had to make the difference between us as horribly simplistic as possible it was this: relationships are hard - but he didn't accept that, and didn't try hard enough; i accepted it, and didn't try hard enough.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

nottoday

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

hornycowboy

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Times Square Strip



Director: Jack Deveau (1982). Iowa farm boy Buddy Preston gets job as stripper in New York's Gaiety Theater in Times Square.

Starring: Peter Lopez, Luke, Jack Moore, Buddy Preston, Jerry Overton, Tony West, and Richard Lang (MC); Jason Jacobi, David Dion, Nick Fordham, George Sardi, Plato Pastel, Dale Caesar, Robert Glory. Camerman: Kees Chapman; Editor: Robert Alvarez; Written by: Moose 100 & Dick Bettis; Music from: Prime Cuts - The Double Dance Album.

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

we need more (man)power

been thinking about Geza X lately, partly because one of the tunes from Catholic reminds me of him (In & Out, which actually makes me think Geza X / Pere Ubu / early Human League) - anyhoo, here's a great tune - We Need More Power

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

manpower

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Tough Guys
L A TOOL & DIE

Director: Joe Gage

Starring: Richard Locke, Will Seagers, Casey Donovan, Derrick Stanton, Paul Baressi, Bob Blount, Richard Youngblood, Johnny Falconberg, Joe Walsh, Michael Kearns, Joseph Kearns, Shawn Victors, Becky Bitter, Dan Pace (aka Rocky Genero), Scott Sinclair, Gregg Dale, Bob Damon, Roy Harwood, Chuck Cord, Matthew Forde, Steve Rideout, Rev. Spoonball (on the radio), Joe Gage and "The Gage Men" (Carlos Balajo, Patrick Graham, Paul Guild, Erling Hitt, Beau Lovejoy, Max Osterhaut, Jose Solica, Nels Stensgaard, Shelly Gard).

Here we have Joe Gage borrowing an Isaac Hayes tune from the 1974 buddy/action/blaxploitation film Three Tough Guys, (later used in some Tarantino flick) - both here in the movie trailer, and in the opening orgy sequence - Run Faye Run.

Click one of the pics to view the movie trailer (you know that if you view the clip in the browser, you can "right click" and view it FULL SCREEN, right?), or here if you want to download and save for later.