MAX MAKES IT BIG

"Follow Max Montoya, Altomar's Latin superstar, from his career as a high fashion model to becoming a porn superstar."

directed by: Thor Johnson (1987)
Starring: Max Montoya, Brad Leatherwood, Ricardo Lama, Eric Rogers, and a host of Executive Daddies: Jimmy Gray, Buddy Masturs, and Mike Rexford.

The mid to late 80's were not, in my mind, a terribly great time for gay porno - cheap productions, the switch from film to videotape, clipped and shaved body parts, way too many limp dicks; not to mention the hesitation to show safer sex, and the inabilty to show safer sex in a hot way. But I digress, as usual. One exception to this trend towards bland sameness in the industry was ALTOMAR, which had plenty of interracial sex, lots of uncut meat, and perhaps more uniquely, mature men (over 50) and intergenerational sex. The best part was they did it with a sense of humor and a sense of playfulness that to me is what can make porno go beyond the 8-minute jerk-off prop that it too often is. OK, one glaring problem with the clip above, and I'd love to figure out which MAX MONOYA videos this isn't a problem - but his beautiful body hair is ALL SHAVED OFF! AAAARRRGGHHHH!!!

OK, I am not going to let my last post of 2003 be that self-pitying one below. Nothing has erased those feelings, but at the same time, it's not exactly a complete picture, either; and I would much rather have some pics of, say, MAX MONTOYA topping my dec 2003 archives (well, not just my archives, if ya know what I mean, wink wink), ya know? Also, for those of you who like previews, (and who promise not to hold me to actually following up on these plans), I've got several things I'm working on for the next few weeks. Of course there's the long overdue updating of some of the director's pages, some additional "vintage" pornstar profile pages, and some cool links I have uncovered to other guys out there who are doing some cool work documenting the older stuff that I like so much. Oh yeah, and of course there is the EYEBROW MAN SHOCKER post for those of you who were following my woes from late 2002. And yes, before I leave for work this evening, we'll have our last porno clip of 2003, OK?

This pic I took during yesterday's sleeplessness; not long after finally getting to sleep, something woke me up, and this was the view out my bedroom window. Today, approaching 6 am, I find I can't sleep again. Drats. I feel like I have too much, and not enough, on my mind. This pair of cats howling in some other-worldly battle down in the vacant lot isn't helping matters much, either.

The too much part is all this swirling depressed sadness that just won't go away - memories of holidays from the past that were quite good, and those that were rather tough; growing alienation from my family, which I didn't help much by dropping out of sight all last week; and that "I'm about to hit my mid-40's and haven't had a relationship in close to 5 years" thing that just won't let me get more than a day's peace lately. Not enough on my mind? Well, it's the realization that I don't have one, single, solitary thing to look forward to. Nothing in the future, near or far, that keeps my mind moving forward; no planning, no hoping, no giddy anxiety. Just numbness, and the slighly bewildered "why do I bother getting out of bed each day?" feeling.

As it turns out, I do work tonight, New Year's Eve. Not that I would've had anything else to do. But it's Wednesday, the night I've grown accustomed to looking forward to seeing BurritoMan, and there's no reason to believe the man will get his almost-weekly burrito fix tonight at 9:20. Even if he was a loser like me, with nothing to do, I doubt he'd come by. Being a loser like me, he might be smart enough to not let it be known that he's a loser like me, and just keep me guessing for another week.

At first I bookmarked this eBay auction because I thought it was kinda silly. But the more I look at the pic, the more fuckable that mouth looks, ya know? (Check out the "seller's other items" link and a look at his SPANDEX BODYSUIT will make you think "sit on my face and I'll guess your weight!")

when love walks in the room, everybody stand up, oh it's good good good, like brigitte bardot

I'm reading some journalblog archives of some new found site, and the quote "We are all of us in the gutter, some of us are looking at the stars" is mentioned. I smile, as there is no way I ever think of Oscar Wilde, but of course The Pretenders. Then I have to hear the song, and am too lazy to figure out which CD it's on, and where that CD is, so I open up WinMX, and Google, and begin the search. Once I find it, and it's downloading, I get up to go to the kitchen. Its well after 4 a.m., I shouldn't be up, but I just wasn't getting any real sleep, so here I am. The drunks who have fled the closed bars are filling up the chatrooms, I'm ready for some ice cream, and I stand up. Before I move, I look over toward the bed in my dimly lit room, and see a figure sprawled across the far side of the bed. The pillows and blankets have conspired to fool me into thinking there's an actual person under all that, and I was only able to enjoy that fantasy for all of 2-1/2 seconds. Look 'round the room; life is unkind. We fall but we keep gettin' up; over and over and over and over and over and over......

Trying to get all of these, and others, posted for auction.

I can't remember how I wound up at the CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) website the other day, but I must've spent hours looking thru their archives of video and radio clips in the section entitled: Gay and Lesbian Emergence: Out in Canada. Included is a lengthy video clip from 1959 - A psychiatric "problem" - and a cool radio clip on Chris Vogel and Richard North (Winnipeg couple marries), a gay male couple who were married in 1974. (The 30th anniversary of their marriage is coming up in February, and from what little I could find on the web, I think they are still together; but I'd love to hear any updates on them and what these two men think about their country finally recognizing same-sex marriage.)

One of the cool things about have a porno-crazed blog and related porno pages, is that every once in a while I hear from some cool porno person from the past. About a week or two ago, I got an email from a guy looking for pictures from his past, when he was a TARGET STUDIO model. After a couple of emails back and forth, he sent this picture of himself, BUCK OWENS. ggrrrrr-yum! Now, what he's looking for I really couldn't help him with, as he wanted to see if there was some place to find the unpublished pics, maybe someone had the negatives or proofs, or even catalogues from this major mid 70's studio (some of you guys might be more familiar with the films that were transferred to video on those great BULLET VIDEOPACS in the 80's) founded by Lou Thomas. (I don't know if Thomas himself did all the photography, any help here would be appreciated). Anyway, I know that a lot of the current mags like HONCHO and INCHES are republishing vintage stuff like, but if anyone knows who might have access to some of the old stuff, let me know, and I'll pass on the info to Buck (well, I suppose Mr. Owen is more appropriate)

No one told me today would be FREE LISTING DAY on EBAY!!!! So I am frantically trying to get my act together (the auctioning ACT, not the ACT that needs some major work, therapy, money, confidence, direction, ambiton, drive, and sex-with-meaning...but I digress) and post a few things today. Sorry, the GREEN GAP BOXER BRIEFS in the picture are NOT for sale, but the exact same style, in LARGE, is. So poke your head around my auctions, and see if you see anything you like. And yes, for that sweet man who gave me swim gear last year, I promise I will have some stuff up on NAUGHTYBIDS this January. You've been warned.

feliz navidad

Cha Cha Heels

OK, screw Jeff Stryker, the clip sucked anyway (and not in the good way). Here's a much better Holiday Treat.

Do you really think that just by emailing me and telling me that I am the best porno blogger ever, that I will post a clip from the WORST JEFF STRYKER VIDEO EVER? (Seriously, it's really bad - I have the official Jeff Styker signature/numbered gold-label (#117981) cassette - the color fluctuates wildly, the Casio-made music is awful, and he doesn't even wear the Santa Suit in the video!)

Those of you with a blog and/or website might understand this obsessive habit I have of checking my web stats several times a hour day. Some sort of adolescent need for affirmation, which I should know better, as I mostly publish PORNO, so hits don't really mean LOVE, do they? But irregardless of that, it was a pleasant surprise that a ton of hits came the other day from a message board (Google, and other search engines normally are my top referring URLs) when I wasn't posting any porno clips.... and it took me a few clicks to find the link on that message board back to mine. But it made me laugh, and I thought I'd share the thread with y'all - Hunks: Is this Burt Reynolds? - I hope most of you know the answer right away, but for those of you who don't, keep scrolling down and you'll see.

Anyone else remember the BJORK REMIX WEB page? I think it's been under construction for over a year! But late last night I dug out this little tune - Jolasveinar (Christmas Men) - the remixer took a song Bjork recorded in 1977 (when she was 11 and doing a children's TV special, I think), added his own interesting effects, and the results are kinda cool. Jolasveinar lyrics here.

So I blew my last chance before the end of the year to chat up that customer-guy I have the crush on. 9:17 pm according to my work-computer clock, he calls. I have to admit, I love his voice, and his way of talking during our brief calls - punctuated with "cool" and "man" (hmmm, sorta like me.... please don't try to analyze that) I could just tell if we dated, I'd love hearing from him by phone - even though I pretty much HATE talking on the phone. I might be imagining it, but I sensed that he was enjoying our few moments on the phone - upbeat and animated - or maybe he has such a sweet manner with everyone. A few minutes pass, and a friend of mine pops in. I don't know if I feel this is a good thing or bad thing, as I wanted to get up the nerve to flirt with BurritoMan (you know, sometimes it's easier with the back-up of a pal - but then again, sometimes you feel even more self-conscious, and worried about falling flat on your face). Well, we chatted for a few minutes, but work was keeping me busy, so my pal left.

I just happened to look up a few minutes later, he's outside, the door pulls open, our eyes meet, he smiles this mostfuckinbeautiful smile, and walks up to the counter. I pull the bag of food up to the counter, and I can't think of ANYTHING to say. I mean, I think I mumbled something clever like "Hey, how are ya?" - followed by the carefully scripted and rehearsed "That's $8.69 - ah, out of 10? One-thirty-one is your change, have a nice night." More smiling, he turns, I want to kill myself as my mind races but my mouth won't work --- WAIT! DO YOU NEED HOT SAUCE??? HHHHHHOT SAUCE???? How about UTENSILS? Napkins??? NAPKINS!!! Here - take my jockstrap. ARE YOU SINGLE? - - - - - WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEW YEAR'S EVE? - - - - AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!

I'm hopeless.

He's gone. My brain starts to work again, and I realize that I don't work the next 2 Wednesdays, his usual day for carry-out. It's gonna be 3 weeks before I get my 48 seconds with him again! AWWWFUCK. I come out from behind the counter, start for the door, I realize it's too late; resigned, I retreat. boohoo.

Well, I think I'll be struggling with my Xmas mood swings well past the New Year. Monday afternoon I got some of my Xmas decorations down from the storage space. I didn't actually put anything up, but I have to admit, when I put the Santa hat on, I got sorta kinda happy, so I decided to wear it to work, and bring it to the company Holiday Party. I had many beers, several shots of some surprisingly smooth tequila, and took lots of pics of co-workers. The man to the right here is not a co-worker, he just happened to be walking by the restaurant during our party selling tacky Santa Hats (notice mine doesn't have flashing lit up stars on the brim - mine is quite, well, untacky). Somehow, around 2:30 my bike managed to get me home safely, even though I took a wrong turn and wound up at The Cock, but somehow sensible enough to know not to pay 5 bucks cover for a Monday night (I think it was their anniversary party, and may well have been worth it if I wasn't already one of those stumbling drunks we all know to avoid).

Yesterday was a long 9 hours working, kind of blurry, and today I was just heading back into bed at 12:30 in the afternoon, my mood back to a quiet contemplative sadness. But then a package arrives, looks like it's from my sister and her family - no doubt some sort of Xmas thing. Grrrrrr. I was really planning on spending the afternoon feeling sorry for myself, dammit!

Why did I say i'd work the day shift today, a scant few hours after getting home from the restaurant's Xmas party? Ouch! And who gave me those tequilla shots?

JINGLE BELLS

Whipping on his back
With a horsewhip that can flay
Hear the bottom yell
Screaming all the way
Bells on his tits ring
Make my spirit bright
Oh, what fun it is to whip
A writhing slave tonight
Oh! jingle bells
Whack his balls
Make that poor slave pay
Don't forget, he gave his nuts
To you on Christmas Day

----- Drummer Magazine, Dec. 1987

Saturday night was a post-anonymous-sex-depressed channel-flipping night of nothing. I ran into the Dynamic Duo (previouisly known as Hairyhispanic and Smoothie) Friday night - but that got as far as some extremely mild petting, bitching (them) about how too-crowded it was, and finally, them leaving and asking "Are you staying?" I held my tongue, wanting to say "Why would I want to stay amongst all these horny throbbing cocks and sweaty itching buttholes when I could go home to my cold and empty bed?" Instead I just made one last play for them, inviting them to my bed for pizza (Hairyhispanic was hungry, Smoothie was tired). It made them chuckle, but it did not elicit an actual answer. I stayed for a while, getting home just shy of 5 a.m., having done and seen enough to write a HONCHO magazine "article."

Of course, I'm being a bit over-dramitic. My bed is neither cold nor empty - it's positioned right next to the radiator; and at last count, it contained 5 pillows, 2 jockstraps, one laundry bag, some bills that I payed earlier this week (or last week), some boxer shorts, a small bag of tortilla chips, and 3 trusty remote controls. But after feeling so blue Saturday, contemplating the holidays, being permanently single, etc., why am I so ready to go out into this cold rainstorm, amongst all the slush and melted snow from this afternoon, and check out that sexclub again? Well, I know the Dynamic Duo won't be there (I've only ever seen them there on Fridays), and sometimes the bad weather can make the smaller crowd there a bit more interesting, and interested in each other. I'm trying to get just a bit of Holiday Cheer - hence the feeble attempt at decorating as shown in the pic (I swear I'll get out the other stuff, or at least some lights).