drinking on a tuesday night? ugh

BAD BAD BOYS

"In and out of jail, in and out of trouble, and in and out of each other's pants"

director: Tom DeSimone (1979)

Starring: Guy De Silva, Rufus, Guy Lance, Derrick Stanton, Steve Event, Lenny Koto, Bill Leonard, Dick Miller, and introducing Johnny Dawes (and did I spot R. J. Reynolds in there?) .

my old post here

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.

really, you sold that one?

Sometimes you just have to block the bad memories out. LALALALALA until it goes away. Anyhoo, some years back, I was selling off a buddy's porn video collection on eBay, and came across a film called Bad, Bad Boys - got good money for it, in fact. Little did I know it would never make it's way onto DVD, and is still, 30 years later, out of print. So, the other day, doing my Sunday routine, and thinking once again "no, I don't wanna listen to disco at 6pm on a Sunday", i tuned in anyway to PENETRATION (on East Village Radio) and was bobbing my head along not paying much attention til I heard - oh my god! - Theo Vaness's I'm A Bad Bad Boy, which of course is the theme music to the film! Of course, i didn't actually know WHO had done the song, and had given up years back figuring it out, but within minutes, I had my own copy - and now you can listen, too. Meanwhile, I really should dig up that movie trailer - it's quite good - and it's Johnny Dawes film debut! (he portrays B.J., who's initiated into a sadistic sexual gang....)

heavy anal thrusting

Arriving home from a long day on the road, Jack Wrangler invites one of his motorcycle buddies in for a wild session.....

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

....breathe.... it's not a huge problem, it's a challenge, an opportunity, in fact.
... breathe.... as usual, i met the news with calmness and logic; slowly riding away, however, i wanted to scream you could not be doing this at a WORSE time! - but I didn't. my roommate is moving out, and, goddamnit! he could not be doing this at a ..... OK, get a nice soapy shower, and get the fuck out of the house - there are those goddamn flowers (after those showers, right?) that i'd been looking forward to for the Spring, so later (or not)

ga damnit! i do not want to look for a new rommmate --- AAARRRGGGHGHGHGHGHGHHG!

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wow, eight years sure have zoomed by fast. Is it time to give it up, unglue myself form this site, this machine, this used-to-be-daily, now just occasional half-assed obsession? I have some time to think on it, so no need to fret just yet....

more head

Crosseyed & Painless (live)

fear of music

something got into me at some point sunday night, and i've been downloading and listening to tons of talking heads for the past several days. garsh, i remember bringing that manhole-cover textured album back to my dorm room back in '79, and when I Zimbra began playing, it was like, f^ck! these headtalkers are gods!

cowboy tuesday

Wrangler At Sea

i dare ya not to move to this one

C'EX

been lookin' for this one for years. can you guess which of my favorite films it's from?
(hint: it's a porno film!)

rerun alert

NAVY BLUE

"Christmas present....Christmas present....Christmas present...."

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.

this just in.....

no, really, i love the interweb; and men who email me - thanks DW - NPR airs 1985 interview with Jack Wrangler

GOOGLEBOMB2009! - #AmazonFail or #GeekWin ?

it's all over the interweb, but since I have no time for myfacetweetbookspace and all that, i get all my news at Joe.My.God - and this interesting weekend uproar - #AmazonFail - Gay Twitterland blew up over the weekend over the news that Amazon was removing titles with LGBT content from its hotly-followed sales rankings. - wow! The fun part is the applause the on-line "community" gives themselves for their quick response to this - evil Amazon now hates gays, and gaymoney! yeah. uh huh. And Amazon's weak "sorry, just a glitch, our apologies" response only adds to the confusion and interweb glee. Sorry guys, but even if this guy taking credit for the whole thing is just joking, it's all kinda funny how quickly "we" would buy that Amazon suddenly turned anti-gay! The economic reality is that they neither want to lose our $$$$, nor do they want to admit to a major problem with their website that is, in fact, more than a "glitch" (i think back in the 40's we called this sort of thing "sabotage") The bottom line is that any user of the site can "flag" adult content, and with enough people clicking it, they take the item out of regular circulation. Someone figures out how to exploit that, and picks "gay and lesbian" instead of some conservative sort of list of books, cuz, well, it might just be more fun watching the queers get their knickers in a twist than them conservatives, who are having a rather pathetic time of it since the Obamawin. I mean, 2M4M? Teabagging parties? I think we can leave them to their own self-destructing devices.

and really, you want to see how economics is helping some of us? go to the adult section of eBay - they've softened their tone on the "Adult Only" rules page, including allowing PAYPAL as a payment method! You can't even find the old page, but I happened to have posted it some time ago here - the 2-pic only rule appears to be gone now, too! (see, and you were wondering how this would get back to porno-crazed ramblings) Viva Le Marketplace!

KCTC

i luv this publicity shot from Kansas City Trucking Co.

THIS IS THE SOUND OF POISON GULLS

THIS IS THE SOUND OF POISON GULLS

luvin' psb yes

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jack wrangler

pre Craig's List

man01: what're you wearing?

man02: vest, boots, hat; you?

man01: chaps, boots, hat; where are you?

man02: phone booth, Grand Central - and you?

man01: wow! what a coincidence, I'm.....

(brings May flowers)

Come closer, tonight I'm lonely

(left of love dub)

the way it used to be

so i thought i was handling the anniversary rather well. "anniversary" feels misleading, as we associate that with stuff like wedding anniversary, anniversary of when we first met, first kissed, first fucked, first moved in; but this is anniversary of the breakup. i knew it was approaching, but somehow the yearly excitement, no, that's the wrong word, the RELIEF that spring is here (but yeah, some excitement, too) somehow was allowing me to be in an UP mood. all the clichés applied to me, thinking of renewal, promise, new possibilities; i check on my four lilac bushes in thompkins square park each day for the past two week; i eased myself readily into that man's arms last weekend, gabbing and drinking more beer, brushing fuzzyfaces against each other; and even the rain's been making me happy (brings May flowers, i'd think and laugh); and then, the anniversary passed. I survived. i did not fall into my usual darkness, glum thoughts, second-guessing, kicking myself for what i did and did not do. i guess i was starting to come out of it, so each possible plunge into it i managed to fight, and what seemed to really help was that last week, I realized that I had missed last Spring. Spring is probably the only time I can count on for being able to snap out of bad moods quickly, and last year, I did not have that Season. Gosh, a year ago - weeks passed with me not telling anyone what had happened; my boss knew, eventually my best friend knew, but I told no one for weeks, then finally admitted to myself i needed help, and got some. been working hard on the habits i have that don't serve me well; struggled with what happened, what I could've done differently, and eventually accepting that there's no going back........ blah blah blah. and so, this week, i didn't just survive, but I was actually in a decent mood - even to the point that co-workers were asking why I wasn't Mr Grumpy in the morning (brings May flowers dancing in my head....).

but then..... heading South on 8th avenue with a co-worker (actually soon to be ex-co-worker) I had promised to take out for a goodbye beer. yup, who's heading up in the bikelane, passing by, a wave which I don't think I actively acknowledged.... sigh. I fought it, then finally had to get it out and my buddy listened patiently, and I got through and past the moment. out that night, drinking way too much, and heading back home, I seemed fine. i managed fine and enjoyed my friday off without much thought about the 3hundred60some days that have passed.

but then i downloaded this album. and had mindlessly played a tune or tune over the past 24 hours, but today as I purposely loaded all 11 tracks, a few tracks in, it hit me. not in a bad way, but a mild desire to share. He'd like this album, I thought. and even that was only a sort of melancholy thought - wish I could tell him about it, or send it to him, but better not, oh well. (a coupla years back, when I discovered he didn't have PSB's Bilingual, and even though our musical tastes aren';t that close, I was glad to get it for him and he fuckin' loved it!) but then I caught some of the lyrics, and the word ROME is in this album twice (we were supposed to go together - i still have my ROME FUND in a separate bank account - despite the economy, and the need to have a REAL vacation, I haven't touched it, it was for US), and then that song (the way it used to be ) hit me like a ton of bricks. IT'S JUST A SONG - and the lyrics don't quite match my feelings or situation, but they elicit some of what's gone through my mind over the past 12months.

but now, an hour has passed, I've typed and edited and uploaded and retyped and re-edited, and it seems like it may just pass. and while i know that drinking is not the answer, but it IS saturday night, and i do need to get out there, and get some air, and yes, that includes some beer, and maybe a smiling friendly face or two will come my way. or maybe i can be the smiling friendly face - who knows, it's SPRING and anything is possible (is this where i click my heels? brings May flowers will have to be my nam-myoho-renge-kyo, eh?)

mouthfulofballs

sigh

oh, that leidermeister (or is it ledermeister? or leidermaster?)..... just about to enjoy a mouthful of balls, lucky man. oh wait, I've had a few over the past few weeks, I can't (or shouldn't) complain. details? ha! but really, this pic isn't all that it should be - had to crop it, as the ebay-er who's selling it has his name plastered over it so folks like me don't just save the image and don't bid. it's a shame, too - as it's not that leidermeister's buddy's ass is that great (it is, but not my point) but leidermesiter's hands firmly grabbing it, pulling it in so he can taste those manballs, that's the real essence of the photograph. So i'll keep trolling eBay and other sources; but really, how many websites have as many pics of Mr Leidermeister as me? (and no, the pic below is BURT REYNOLDS, not Leidermeister; but they seem to have remarkably similar (and yummy) forearms, don't they?)

fuckpony

ride the pony

i have no idea where i heard of them, or why i always seem to discover a cool tune or group some years after the rest of the planet, but for some reason, this silly, cartoonish-sounding song won't leave my head - so i'm passing it along to you