Chilly, rainy night, so when I got home after work, I slipped into something more comfortable. I got some ice cream, and slipped under the covers, soon enjoying a nice sleep, only the sounds of the radiator hissing waking me occasionally during the night.

....oops. Did I promise a pornoclip? Got a bit carried away with a guest this afternoon, I'll try for late tonight after work. Meanwhile, nice to know eBay spends all their time chasing down us horrible people who accidentally use words like "cumming" and leaving "the world's online market place" naughty-free for auction fraud and bid shilling.

OK, so I finally was able to hook something up to work on pornoclips again. So, working on a long and a short version of this, as it's one of those film-with-a-film sequences (Jack Wrangler and Roger are in one room balling, while Garry Hunt and two buddies are jerking off watching the 8mm black and white clip of Andy's pal).

bad boy

walking moose?

hey guys, I'm ready for clubbing

yeah, I know I showed this one the other day, but, damn those thighs!

BTW, can somebody lend me $4,000 - I have this Spencer Tunick / Christo kinda idea I'm working on.....

...... nodding off with a hand in bag of potato chips. Some delicious flavor of ice cream just before that. Taking a face pic when I got home, the computer froze (maybe i need plastic surgery, hehe). Bike ride home was good. Giggling men in dark corners, oh yeah, some guy YELLING across the room while sitting next to me and the man who's cock I was chomping on (we moved, I think his DNA is still on my chest as I type this). Earlier, alone in the dark corner, playing troll, some hairy belly was soon in my face. Soft warm fur, tasted good. Some Peaches song came on, ball-licking seemed appropriate at that moment. By the time the New Order tune was blasting, the rhythm of his thrusting into my face matched the vibrating walls. More interrruptions, of course, as this place was more for drunkards and gawkers, and another glass fell to the floor, and someone thought it wise to kick it. Safely not-kneeling, it still kinda wrecked the mood momentarily. Earlier, I ran into some pals who said the electroclash 2002 party tonight (wednesday) should be fun. Dunno about that, we'll see how I feel after work.

getting home, this morning

pretty as you feel

Might go out tonight, although the cold air sorta makes me wanna stay in, smoke dope, and listen to old music. Also thought about cutting my hair, as it's at that point where i can actually get "hat hair"; but it sort of fits in with the troll look I'm going for, along with the fuzzy beard - so maybe I'll keep it. Fascinating, eh?

Prince covers are notoriously hard to do, as the originals are often outstanding (in my humble opinion) so with hesitation I downloaded Sigue Sigue Sputnik's I Could Never Take The Place of Your Man. At first, I dug the music, but not the vocals. But, having played it 12 times this afternoon (LOUD), and they wisely revved up the music and downplayed the vocals, I think it's quite good. Apparently, they've been busy with all sorts of covers, and even a whole ELVIS (P.) album released only in Japan. (those Japenese seem to always get that stuff, but then again, aren';t they responsible for CHEAP TRICK getting popular, ugh). Needless to say, I tried to get some of those, but with the exception of one Led Zeppelin, couldn't find more. Maybe later.

It's a jungle out there

Can someone explain this to me, please?

Garsh, why do I seem to get up earlier on my days off? Must be that I have a lot of errands to do, but stuff I enjoy. Post office for shipping porn (YEAH!!! you can't imagine how much I've missed that - even the postal clerks there keep asking - WHEN'S BUSINESS GONNA PICK UP? - how cool). It did feel great to send out those few invoices yesterday. My absolute favorite style cockring sold (the cock/ball divider, which I wear ALL the time, I highly recommend it), so I'm giving it one more day's wear before shipping. Have been in touch with my wholesaler - he lives in a trailer park in Jersey, no phone, so I have to snailmail him. His merchandise codes and prices have changed, so he sent me back some info so I can place a new order. He's a real nice older guy (older than me, even!), who loves to chat about the "old days" of having an adult toy store in NYC, so it's always a hoot when he comes with a delivery. What else, what else? Oh, going to BROOKLYN again this week, ELECTROCLASH 2002 comes thru town, and Chicks On Speed and Peaches perform, along with some lesser-known, but sure to be interesting acts on Friday. My pal actually dictated to me what to wear - this old Sigue Sigue Sputnik t-shirt I have lying around somewhere.

For those of you who haven't checked out My eBay auctions, I've added some John Preston Alex Kane paperbacks, and some MEN magazines, here's a peek.

weekend

I'm not one to analyze my weekend, especially since up until recently, weekends merely meant more folks on the street and in my way. But now that I have a part-time out of the house job, with Fridays off, the weekend topic comes up more often. Friday was a relaxing day, with the usual feeble attempts at AOL hook-ups that go no where -

NycXXXXmm [12:06 PM]: hello
BJland [12:06 PM]: hey man
NycXXXXmm [12:07 PM]: what's going on?
BJland [12:07 PM]: coffee, laundry, morning stuff
NycXXXXmm[12:07 PM]: yeah where are u again?
BJland [12:08 PM]: lower east side
NycXXXXmm[12:08 PM]: ok home uws here work midtown
NycXXXXmm [12:09 PM]: we chatted last week
BJland [12:09 PM]: thought the screenname looked familiar
BJland [12:09 PM]: whatas the "mm" mean?
NycXXXXmm[12:10 PM]: had to add an extra m was originally for male
BJland [12:10 PM]: ah
NycXXXXmm[12:10 PM]: changed accounts lost screen name etc
NycXXXXmm[12:10 PM]: also very oral and love hairy men!
BJland [12:11 PM]: cool
NycXXXXmm [12:12 PM]: u looking to play?
BJland [12:13 PM]: gee, kinda far. and not sure what you mean by "discreet" - usually not me
NycXXXXmm [12:14 PM]: discreet meaning safe d/d
NycXXXXmm [12:14 PM]: neg here u?
BJland [12:14 PM]: that's DISCREET?
NycXXXXmm [12:15 PM]: maybe I should change it to selective
BJland [12:15 PM]: hmmm
BJland [12:15 PM]: anyway, i guess we woudldnt be a match, good luck
NycXXXXmm [12:15 PM]: too bad I thought we would

of course, late that night, seeing Andy's show was great. I am still absorbing it, actually. I know lots of other folks (blogger-types) have written glowing things about it, all with the GO SEE IT in caps and bold with lots of these - !!!!! - and while I whole-heartedly agree, I am having trouble coming up with more than the simple "it's fun, I laughed so hard my butt hurtz," and "I can't believe how well he captivated the audience" - so let me think some more and get back to that topic. His program had nice thank-you's in it, and an invite to join him and other friends for drinks afterwards, which I had initially fully intended to go. But after the show, I didn't feel up for standing around and sharing thoughts on the show - hope that doesn't sound awful, but despite having seen an earlier incarnation of the show a year ago, it still really grabbed me, and I needed time to absorb, have my own thoughts to myself for awhile. Wisely, I excused myself and told one person I'd meet up with them later, and took a 20-minute bike ride around the neighborhood. Was smart. The performance sank in some more, and I was feeling more social after that. Good thing - I had a great time, talking more to some folks I barely knew, and talking to a few folks who were new to me. And ANDY was as high as a kite - deservedly so (and figuratively, of course) - while he made it out to be more like "glad so many friends came" - I think he also knew what an excellent job he had done, how far his performance had come, and how much it grabbed the audience. So, drinks, flirtations, and by 4 am the last few of us finally left. Saturday's work was good, but having gotten only 4 or 5 hours sleep, I did NOTHING Saturday night, diddle around Sunday, worked Sunday night, and diddled a bit at home last night before passing out.

Hmmm. I haven't managed to do anything about the broken VCR, which was what I used to play tapes so I can convert them to digital format, so you're stuck with seeing me acting like a caged animal (well, you don't have to click my face and see, it's up to you). Well, it's not like I got more than 3 emails regarding the 5 gigabytes of porn clips for just one week's postings..... not that I'm complaining. I was gonna save this for Xmas or thereabouts, as it has more of a "winter theme", but since I seem to have this rep of being, gee, I don't know what, but I'm told I'm nicer in person, so I guess that's good. Just not sure what to make of this alleged vibe I give off here. Maybe it's the AOL chats I post (like I'd post the ones making an ass out of myself drooling over someone - HA!) - I'd rather post a brief video clip of me making an ass out of myself in the privacy of my own apartment.

The Wrong Jail

"It was a travesty and it was anachronistic, to be sitting here in what purported to be the office of a jail, with this young woman dressed as a police officer, and these others dressed in khaki pants and blouses, with the coronet-braided Dorina, and her sheriff's star, and all of them including himself subservient to the dictates of this magnificent, imposing redhead whose costume was what one might expect to find at a models' and artists' ball, or perhaps some secret cult of fetish-worship. Here, with the sun streaming in through the windows, on the single street of an unchartered little town, he, Brad Norton from New York City, was about to be tried and judged and sentenced for a crime he couldn't have known about.

For the crime of being a mere man."

This is the book I am currently reading - I like taking a paperback with me to work for downtime, and this one has plenty of laugh-out-loud lines; mostly these long, long descriptions of women and thier "widely-spaced upstanding, superbly round breasts," "resilent hemispheres of her bare quaking buttocks," and of course, "richly turbulent loveglobes." And every woman in this book has flaring nostrils. Is that something straight men look for?

nice, er, t-shirt

The star gets in the cab, I say goodbye to the other two remaining fans, hop on my bike, and turn onto Delancey, following the cab briefly as it speeds up to cross the Williamsburg Bridge, the rain just starting. Was a very good night. Excellent show; great folks to hang out with after. Goodnight.

SLEAZE

"What you're about to see is not really a story, it's more like a family album - of a sex club that used to meet on 42nd street."

I don't normally post a pornoclip with a warning - but as the name implies, Christopher Rage's Sleaze is just that. So you might want to close your office door, and keep the volume to a respectable level. I'm not a fan of his work, quite honestly, but this video is good, (and the trailer is FANTASTIC!) and one of the few (if not only one) that he did on film. But, I do know that he's been an inspiration for many experimental gay porn videomakers, and certainly someone who's work you should seek out if you are into really nasty (some is REALLY nasty!), hardcore stuff. I do give him credit for having some cool ideas, and the balls to try them out; I'm just not too keen on his execution. But he's had quite a career, from the early 70's working with Jack Deveau, and the gang at Hand In Hand Films, helping others like Roy Garrett get into the business, plus his own work (directing, editing, advertising, soundtrack, acting, etc). Check out this semi-comprehensive list of his work. Sleaze is about a group of men who meet in an abandoned building on 42nd St for sex; fairly straight-forward, eh? Starring: Casey Donovan, Daniel Holt, Scorpio, Chris Rage, Jed Black, Joe Ryder, David Stoner. Cinematography and editing credits shared by Rage and Arch Brown.

note to HOT MAN IN S/W who said "yes, please" to the Joe Dallesandro clip: my VCR went on the fritz this morning, so it may be a few days - my apologies.