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!

all dressed up and ready to fall in love

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

"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.

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.

hairway to steven

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

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!)

i told you cha cha heels!

el vez

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.

Dear Santa

(Bring Me A Man For Christmas)

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.

better than google, my readers, they are

citifarmer

thanks, Mike S.

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....

i blame time warner cable

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(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)

it looks so real I can see it

Why Can't I Touch It?

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.

the concrete broke your fall

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

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.

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.

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.

reader email:

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

Class?

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.

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.