ROGER, Jack Wrangler, Joe Dellasandro, eBay, and ME

I know you want the long version of the story, so here goes: last Sunday night, May 14th, I was working on my auctions, as I do every Sunday night, and put the HAND IN HAND Jack Wrangler & ROGER classic video, HOT HOUSE, up for auction at my usual ridiculously low starting price of 99 cents. By mid week, no bids, I thought I might want to use my blog, as I often, often, OFTEN DO, to promote the auction by posting a clip. So, on May 17th, I worked on a clip, and even went so far as to make a better quality, yet briefer clip available, as an experiment to see what folks thought of it (thanks go out to the one and only reader who responded - gosh, no one READS ME anymore! waaaah!). By the next day, I see one bid, but then notice very very few hits - meaning no one is actually looking at the auction on eBay. I do a couple of quick searches in the adult section for key words "jack Wrangler" "joe dellasandro" (and various misspellings of dellansaandros name, like one would do with Paul paressi, Paul Barresi, Paul Baresi, etc....) nothing shows up, and I realize my listing isn't showing up at all in the adult videos, the gallery section, or anywhere except on my MY EBAY page!!! The video is worth a helluva lot more than 99 cents, and with only 8 folks having seen the listing, I ask eBay for help in fixing this.

Egad! I go to "LIVE HELP" wait the estimated 8 minutes, explain the problem, and at first, she blames me for "revising" it too soon after listing. Her suggestion - end the auction, and relist it. I don't really want to do that, as it was scheduled to end in eBay Prime Time, late Sunday night (just like TV, folks, we all know we surf the computer and TV simultaneously these days, right?) So, reluctantly, I do that, ending the auction, and realizing relisting it will have it end at a weird time, like a we3dnesday afternoon. But I do it anyway,check back in about 2 hours later, and NOTHING - it's still not being indexed. So I try LIVE HELP again, and they are even less help, but suggest I email technical support (note to newbie ebayers - LIVE HELP is for folks who can't figure out how to use the SEARCH HELP functions, cuz that's apparently all the LIVE HELP people do - they are not technical people) I know technical support takes 24-72 hours, although you get that "thanks for emailing, we appreciate your business automated response within seconds) BUT I figure I still have about 5-1/2 days left, and can perhaps fix it by then. Another day passes, finally an answer, telling me I need to log in to ADULT, then search. DUH! Clearly, as usual, the tech support people do the simplest, least effort to answer a question, always ASSuming you are an idiot and giving you the least help and information possible. I am angry and send off another email, this time detailing everything, and tell them in big CAPS - IT WONT INDEX, I KNOW HOW TO SEARCH, but 3 items won't show up!! PLEASE PLEASE HELP. So, last night, after a long day at work, I come home, and see a longer email response, one that is clearly NOT one of those boilerplate responses, but someone actually read my email. BUT, as eBay likes to do, it doesn't fix the problem, they merely vaguely suggest how I can do it. AAAAARRRGGGHHHHH!

"Hello,

Thank you for writing to eBay's Billing Support. I'll be happy to assist you with your listings.

I have looked at your item description and can see that it contains one or more questionable words. Our system will not index items for search that have inappropriate language in the listing. The words in your auction prevent this from indexing. Fortunately, this problem usually only comes up with music listings.

To fix this, please remove the word(s) from your item listing or the item won't be searchable. Also, using asterisks or other symbols and characters to disguise the word will not work."

Whatthefuck? I am very careful with my listings, knowing not to use "inappropriate language" and besides, they have their program used in the adult auctions that tells you when you said something too naughty or questionable - like words like TEEN, EXTREME, even any word with the letters PAL (PAYPAL, not allowed for adult listings, and apparently anything that includes the syllable PAL, like apPALachia (I kid you not), porn star RaPALlo, etc. But I figure, this vague hint that it most often comes up in music listings, at least I can re-check my listings and see what sort of language might be inapprorpiate. So I click on my HOT HOUSE listing, start reading, and think, OK, maybe I can't say "URINATE" and change it to "do it" STOOPID, I know, words you can use in a regular listing you can't use in the section where folks have to swear they are not only of age, but also that they promise not to be offended, and even if they are offended, they won't hold eBay accountable.... GRRRRR! So, I keep on reading, and see:

"Meanwhile, the painter, Roger, and Garry Hunt are watching a black-and-white porno movie on Jack's projector, all jacking off in the living room. As we watch bits of the movie, we see two lean and youthful men suck each other's big dick and 69, until they fuck ass."

Jacking off??? SUCK?? BIG DICK!!!??? and FUCK ASS???? jeeeeeee-SUS! SO I quickly clean it all up, laughing at the whole thing at this point, it's all so ridiculous, like, I can't say the magazine has SIXTEEN pages without getting a RED WARNING that underage material, even implying "barely legal" is prohibited, but FUCK ASS somehow gets by???? I check on two other auctions that didn't get indexed. Oh, TITS, bad, bad word - change to PECS; now, what was wrong with that CZECH porno, The BACK ROOM??? Oh, "The two suck and fuck each other with gusto." - let's change GUSTO to, just kidding....They do oral and anal with gusto. Much better.

So, what have we learned? eBay is stoopid. No, we know that already - well, that's really a bit simplistic. The not-too-long lesson is, once again, eBay grew and grew astronomically, and like most internet sites, does fixes in a patchwork style. All the troubles they had with the ADULT LISTINGS were to prevent illegal stuff, unauthorized taping of naked and sexually active people, teens, underage, etc. Not to mention the graphic pics and language that meant they got SHITLOADS of browsers who basically clicked thru the adult auctions at work, whacking off behind their desks, not buying anything while eBay had an inordinate amount of bandwidth taken up by these often non-selling items. So, you can use the words FUCK, and TITS, etc, on the site, both general and "mature audiences" but they have a program that will prevent it from being indexed - although, oddly enough, they accept your listing fees, and don't actually prevent you from putting the auction up for sale. Hmmmpf.

Oh, and you probably want that 12-minute, low-quality clip from HOT HOUSE, dontcha? A handful of Pleases might help......

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ROGER & PEE

HOT HOUSE

"Excuse me; where the hell's the toilet?"

director: Jack Deveau (1977)

Starring: Roger and Jack Wrangler; with Jayson MacBride, Garry Hunt, David Hunter, Eric Streiff, Joe Dellasandro (uncredited), and in a non-sexual role Tray Christopher (Chris Rage's voice as M.J. Stunning, a radio D.J.).

HOT HOUSE is the notorious film from director Jack Deveau - notorious because it incorporated a sequence "starring someone you're sure to recognize - his tattoo reads 'Little Joe'!" - courtesy of someone named Norman Fisher. But more importantly - to me anyway - this was ROGER's first film (he did work for TARGET under the name Tom Garrett around the same time, but I honestly don't know which came first - suffice it to say that at the least, this was ROGER's first "talkie"). Briefly, Jack Wrangler (my fave porno actor, of course) picks up this stud (ROGER) at the health club, but when he gets home, ROGER needs to pee and runs off to the bathroom. Lucky GARRY HUNT (who, as usual, is fanfuckintastic) just happens to be in the shower, and in the interests of water conservation, suggests to ROGER: "why don't you just give me some of that?" Alas, the scene is cut from most video releases past the mid 1980's, and you'd have to be some sort of GAY PORNO-CRAZED guy to have a copy! Two more interesting bits (you're already watching it and stopped reading awhile ago, right?) is the disco music - which I can't name (PLEASE HELP!) - and the narrator/DJ - it's Christopher Rage billed as M.J. Stunning (you might remember his performance in the 1974 film, DRIVE, as the drag queen Arachne, billed at the time as Mary Jim Sstunning).

Remember HOT RS (House Of The Rising Sun) from the 70s?

Me neither. But the other day when I posted here about DUNE BUDDIES, our crack team of DISCO FANS got right on it when I asked if anyone could identify the music. The same guy who came thru a few months back (Action '78 Part 2 (Remix) by the Erotic Drum Band) on the dance-floor number in William Higgin's Boys of Venice that was driving me crazy, dj-johnny-nyc, did it again and emailed me with the correct song and group. . I've spent the past several days trying to find an mp3 of it, to no avail. But I did find tidbits of additional info - "HOT RS was the name of a faceless (South African) disco-rock studio band and also the name of their first album released in 1977. That album featured a 14 minutes plus disco-rock reworking of the classic House of The Rising Sun, made famous by the Animals in 1964. Their second album 'Forbidden Fruit' had as it's centrepiece a cover of Iron Butterfly's 1968 classic 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida' cleverly combined with Frankie Vaughan's 1957 hit 'Garden Of Eden'."

There's this 30 second intro on a Russian website, which confirmed for me he was right, and you can listen to a not-so-good 2003 remix, from the HOT R.S. II album. But at this point, after downloading too many variations of House of the Rising Sun (Sinead O'Connor still has the best cover of it, IMHO) and listening to too much disco, I kinda dig this one, Frijid Pink's 1970 version of HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN.

ROGER

gosh, I'd never seen this picture of ROGER - AKA Tom Garrett - who you may remember from such films as Target/Bullet's Good Neighbors, Garden Party and Deck Hands; Falcon's Bigger Than Life and The House Painter; and Hand In Hand's Sex Magic, A Night At The Adonis, and Hot House ; and of course, the wonderful 3-D film, Heavy Equipment. Anyway, I got a stack of magazines that I am slowly sorting for auction, and in one called GUISE I saw this from photographer Michael West. I recognize one of the photograph's from a 1970's magazine advertisement for Falcon, but otherwise had not seen this series. This and 2 others show Roger's beautiful smile! Yum!

9/19/05 update: I've listed the magazine on eBay.

pissed off, hotlinking, and pornoclips

So, being the freak that I am, I like to check my stats daily to see how my bandwidth is going, and all that other stuff that us blogfreaks do (who's linking to me?, which days do I get the most hits? etc). Friday's stats showed 1.7 gigabytes of bandwidth used - WOAH! A year ago, that was a whole month for me. This morning, I checked and Saturday's usage was over 2gigs. Yikes! Late last night I had pulled the longer HOT HOUSE clip down, thinking I could still afford to share the shorter one. But then I noticed a HUGE number of pulls from some "discussion board" site. Now, some of you have teased me about my mock-complaints - "no one ever thanks me for posting the porno clips, boo-hoo" - so I figure I'll try not to do that anymore, even though I do like the occasional "thank-you" (sidenote: I got two very nice compliments about the unionsuit pic, and despite both being from partnered men, that was very cool and satisfied my need for attention, if only briefly). I've been asked several times why I only post the porno clips for 1-3 days, and before this month, one of the main reasons was bandwidth - I didn't want it getting out of hand, since I'd like the ability to share a lot more with regular readers, and not worry so much about folks Google-searching for "free gay porno clips" having access to that stuff a week or more after initially posting. Once Dreamhost upped my bandwidth to the incredible 25 gigs/month (about 830mb's/day, which is a shitload, man!), I figured I could relax, and leave clips up longer. (But no more than a week, since I need to keep some control over usage, and don't want search engines to pick up on those pages.) But I forgot about those evil "discussion boards" - and they always, ALWAYS "hot link" - using the actual URL of pic files on their own sites, therefore eating MY bandwidth. So I did what I've done in the past - which is I change the file names of the "stolen images" (hey, copy, save, and use your own bandwidth, no problem) - but I was still pissed, and tired of having to do this every few days when one of these discussion boards decides to steal images (sometimes it's merely to make fun of one of my self-pics, and i can take a joke, but sheeesh, download the picture, and host it your damn self already!) I had heard about commands, or whatever, that help prevent this, but always figured it's a pain in the ass to implement. It's not. If I could do it in a mere 15 minutes (and I mean from starting the GOOGLE search, to finding the right page, to generating the code, and uploading it to my site, and sending a thank-you email to the page that provided the code-generator) then anyone can. I had forgotten briefly that I still have stuff on Geocities (hssssssss!), so I had to accomodate for that, but it's real easy to do, I highly recommend everyone with their own webpage use the link above to prevent hotlinking. Rant (nearly) over.

Last night, Monday night, I was doing much as I am tonight - not much of anything, amusing myself with the silly notion that some guy online would come over and have hot hot sex with me and cheer me up. About 14 hours of this, and around 1 a.m., I figure it's time to get out of the house, and I put on jockstrap, button-fly shorts, etc. and bike up to The Phoenix. About to order my usual (Bud Lite), I glance up at the "on sale" sign, and the bartender says "Vodka Cranberry?" Monday nights, 2-4-1, and they know I'm cheap. Several minutes at the jukebox, then over in another isolated spot, I am figuring out my other options (I have the chip for my 2nd drink, but it's fairly dead in here), and a guy approaches. Pleasant enough looking, but no one I would seek out, he says hi. I say hi back, we sorta stall at this point. Then he pulls in a bit closer, says something a bit more clever, and I notice his smell. He has that out-all-night-drinking-just-woke-up-barely-made-it-to-work smell - ewwwwww! That is not a good smell, especially to someone who is just beginning his night out. After I slowly answer a few more of his questions with barely audible one-word answers, he says good-nite, and crawls into a corner. I feel kinda bad, but it was rather ghastly, that aroma. Leaving the bar I think "House of Regrets or The Cock?" As I get on the bike, there's a few drops of rain coming down, feels good, and I decide the loud music would be better than the boring exercise of pacing back and forth at the sexbooth place.

The place is packed! It's about 2:30 at this point, and the music is that K-tel New Wave Hits of the 80's variety, mostly pretty dreadful (apparently Duran Duran and Pat Benatar only made one song, since they only ever play the same damn one every time). But he throws in a few from my college days that i like (Blondie's Call Me, but alas, not the long version), I smoke some kitchenweed, and relax, watching people dancing fairly badly. But dancing nontheless, gotta give them credit, and I was beginning to enjoy my own vibe, watching from one of the couches, loud music, 3 a.m. in Manhattan, alone, but doing alright. Some cutie I've seen around is forcing his face down some guy's throat in the corner, another guy I've "done it" with in the buddy booth on 14th st years ago walks by, grins. Walking into the bathroom, I spot a guy I was introduced to the other night, he's looking good, I pat him on the belly as he walks by. A few minutes later, I see him on the couch, I uncharacteristically walk right up to him, and sit down next to him as he smiles in recognition. Blond is not usually my taste, but he has facial hair; long hair is rarely my taste, but he has hair on his chest, as well. We reintroduce ourselves, get cozier; he's living in Williamsburg, may be leaving the country soon, blah blah blah. A fantastic New Order tune starts up, and I tap the beat on his body playfully. We exchange some kisses; me on his head, he on my neck, a few mouth-to-mouth. Very Nice. He says something like "you should give me your digits before you leave, so we can hang out sometime." Hmmm. I smile, thinking that would be cool, but who said I was leaving? And can't you leave with me when I do?

So I'm sitting next to him, and its the superextended mix of New Order, which is quite cool, and he starts talking to some guy near us. We all exchange names, but I can't really hear them beyond the name thing. Then it looks like they are talking more intimately, like face to ear, but it's hard to see from where I am , cuz my new boyfriend has this long hair that's kinda in the way. And the song dies down, and goes into something awful, and they are still turned away where I can't quite tell, but it can't be good, so I head to the bathroom. While I'm in there, they call last call, so I know it's time to go, things don't get any prettier when the lights come on. I walk through the crowd back to the boys, as they are madly making out, practically horizontal on the vinyl-covered bench, and I keep walking, out the door, to my trusty bike.

Ugh. You know, if women had cocks, I'd give up on men so fuckin' fast.........

So, Saturday as I am preparing to leave work and spend a quiet evening at home, a coworker asks if I will work her day shift Sunday, and she'll work my night shift. I hesitate, and say something like I need to see if I have any plans, but I'll call you later. She giggles, and says "C'mon, you don't have anything planned." I know she is just being playful, and just wants me to do this favor. I tell her again that I'll call later and let her know. But it kinda bummed me out, as of course I had nothing planned. Sunday afternoon is when you go brunching or flea-marketing with your boyfriend, or other couples, or lie around bed reading the NY Times together and making lots of coffee and taking naps snuggled up together. But I tried to shake the silly foul mood that was approaching, started laundry and cleaning up the apartment a bit, put my new Red Hot + Riot disc on, and the rhythms and beats helped me fight off the blues. I left the apartment only to get ice cream, and to drop by the restaurant to tell my coworker I'll work for her (giving the message to another coworker, she exclaims "you are the nicest guy, always helping out!" - yeah, I read somewhere that if I keep doing nice things, God's gonna give me a really hot boyfriend). Later I tried the chatrooms and CRUISETOOL, and of course just a handful of stupid responses, or guys with no face pics, or men who lived on the other side of the island (say all you want about my stubbornness about not going outside the neighborhood, but these guys weren't cuming down to Ave C, either), and just spent some time flipping TV channels and eventually put on a few minutes of porn so I could get some sleep.

Sunday afternoon at work was horrible, the whole neighborhood needed take-out, the cook just couldn't juggle the take-outs and all the folks who descended upon the restaurant on this beautiful Sunday afternoon . But 5 o'clock rolls around, my replacement is on time for once , i have a bunch of money to count up, and it looks like I'll be out by 5:15. The computer system starts to go nutty, another 45 minutes pass, it's still not fixed, I decide to get out of the way (and away from those awful, hungry customers), and take a seat at the bar and have my first on-the-house margarita since I started working there some 10 weeks ago. I get home around 7:15, a pal calls up, brings over some chocolates, and we watch Simpsons. Late late that night, I am still horny (when aren't I?) chatrooms, videos, CRUSETOOL - nothing is helping. By around 1:30, I decide to head out. It's a warm night, it stopped raining a few hours earlier, and I get dressed and put my new favorite disc in the walkman. The bike ride is great; the rain scared enough people away that the streets aren't too nutty, and the air is warm and breezy, the sounds in my head soothing, the smell of autumn, the wet leaves on the ground, is intoxicating. I find myself at The Phoenix (how did that happen?), but locking up the bike, the song is just too good to go in just yet, so I lean against a wall oustside and enjoy the rest. Reminds me of the last time I hung out in this very spot, a nice young man visiting NY, we came outside to this spot to smoke some pot. Probably the best part of the night, as we had no distractions, no loud music or other men, just an incredibly lively conversation with someone who has a beautiful soul. Now, if I were a cynical person, this would make it difficult to go inside and hope to meet anyone, but I wasn't feeling cynical; nor was I counting on meeting anyone. Beer was 2 bucks, and I put a great Pere Ubu tune on the jukebox.

But, even though it was pleasant enough in there, it was one of those "I'm the only one who's not talking to someone else" nights, so when the beer was done, I was gone. Some more aimless bike riding and music-listening, but of course House of Regrets wasn't far off on the agenda. Paid my 10 bucks, started to walk thru the booth area and thought it was much darker than usual. Maybe I hadn't yet adjusted to the light, but after awhile, I was sure I was right. Several of the booths had no lighting whatsoever. After maybe 30 minutes of back and forth, up and down pacing, I leaned into a booth, most of my body outside of it so I was still visible. Some guy appears to be looking in my direction, but he's in the shadows, and so all I have is an outline of a decent shaped body, and his hands groping his trousers. Eventually he crosses the aisle to position himself in the booth next to mine, which while he's in better lighting, it's much more awkward to actually look at him. Realizing I can't see him, he slowly emerges, and leaves his booth, crossing in front of me, and then parking himself against the wall on my right. He leans into me, I'm not moving, and he does the light touch caress across the torso thing, gets no resistance, and lets his other hand begin to stroke my chest. I reach up and put my hand at the back of his neck, pulling him into me, and after a couple light kisses, he comes into my booth.

Good, solid body, gentle touch, and our arms are around each other as he begins to massage my back with his thick, strong hands. He pulls my jacket off, then continues the massaging, then positions his legs so as to lift me up, and my legs are no longer touching the floor, but are wrapped around his lower torso. We kiss gently and he is making pumping motions with his hips. When I dismount, I try to grab his stuff, but apparently I was going too fast, and he stops me. Slower, I reach in and just gently play with his balls, and he reaches into my boxers and grabs everything with one hand, pulling it all out and stroking. Soon I am down, his balls in my face, his moans gentle but clear. His thick cock is bobbing above my face, and I can't wait any longer, and pull him in. He seems to like this, as his body shudders, his hands both at the back of my head. We play around like this for awhile, he switches places briefly, and he then tries to play with my ass while I am blowing him. At one point he says the p-word, and I gasp. I try to laugh it off (meaning loudly, so he knows not to say it again, but then he says "nice hairy p---y." I say EWWWW really loud, and he stops going in that direction, pulls me up and kisses some more. Then he turns me around, sits on the bench behind me, and his hands are all over my ass saying all sorts of filthy things (but good filthy, the p-talk is no more) he pushes me forward, so that my ass is more up in the air, and one hand grabs my cock, stroking and continuing the dirty talk. My balls are slapping against my thigh, he's really got me going here, and then woooosh! Naw, he couldn't have cum. Awww, crap, he lets go of my cock, then reaches back for it and then I realize he's put lube all over my ass, balls, and cock. Yuck! "Awww, JEEZ! Where the fuck did all that fuckin' lube come from?!" I am totally grossed out, my cock is withering, and he tries whispering in my ear "don't worry baby, I wasn't gonna fuck you, unless you want me to..." I turn around and say, "sorry man, I can't stand lube, I can't even touch myself you got it all over me!" as I reach for my pants and get my clothes back on. He offers a tissue, I decline, and he tries the "Ain't gonna fuck you" line again. I simply say "have a good night" and get out of there. I go to the bathroom, but it's hopeless, he must've dumped a quart of that shit on me, ferchrissakes, I feel so gross, and now I can't even attempt anything with anyone else. I head up the stairs, take a few deep breaths as I unlock my bike, find myself chuckling aloud, and realize I may well break that 5-week record afterall.

"why don't you just give me some of that?"

HOT HOUSE
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"Excuse me; where the hell's the toilet?"

director: Jack Deveau (1977)

Starring: Roger and Jack Wrangler; with Jayson MacBride, Garry Hunt, David Hunter, Eric Streiff, Joe Dellasandro (uncredited), and in a non-sexual role Tray Christopher (Chris Rage's voice as M.J. Stunning, a radio D.J.).

I love this clip, which I first posted as ROGER & PEE back in 2005 - check out the original post, gives a bit more info.

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.

HHHHHHHHHHOT!

director: Jack Deveau (1977)

Starring: Roger and Jack Wrangler; with Jayson MacBride, Garry Hunt, David Hunter, Eric Streiff, Joe Dellasandro (uncredited), and in a non-sexual role Tray Christopher (Chris Rage's voice as M.J. Stunning, a radio D.J.).

Decided I would go with the actual movie trailer for this one, as I think editor BOB ALVAREZ is just fantastic, and his work shows up even better in the trailers he did for HAND IN HAND FILMS. This is from the oft-mentioned video I'm selling - HOT HOUSE - on eBay (ends SATURDAY AFTERNOON, the 27th!)

hey joe

- this clip is from a great video I'm selling - HOT HOUSE - on eBay - trying an experiment - a much shorter clip but (hopefully) better quality video - lemme know whatr ya think.

BijouWorld

Regular readers probably know that my favorite online retailer of vintage porn is Bijou Video. They carry lots of old titles, many unavailable anywhere else, they have great customer service, and - they always have something on sale! Of course, there is a bit of nostalgia for me with them, as they also run one of the country's oldest porno theatres, the place where I had many of my first sexual experiences 20some years ago (ahem!) Anyway, back to their sales - I was just checking the sale page (can't link directly, they want you to age-verify; but once you do, look to the left side for the LINK marked "SALE") and found quite a few worhtwhile films/videos at great prices.

• CATCHING UP - 1975 Tom DeSimone film with hung Keith Anthoni as he struggles with his new boyfreind wanting an "open" realtionship. Great acting, some humorous dialogue (the break-up scene at dinner is fantastic!) and of course some good fuckin and suckin. 9.95! plus shipping - woo-hoo!
• FACE TO FACE from director Steve Scott (1981). Heartwarming tale of young man who leaves his boyfriend of his favorite porn star, J W King. On the way we get to see sexy Mickey Squires gets topped by Will Seagers in a 3-way in a gym; our young blond hero Scott Andersen forced to suck off highway patrolman CLINT LOCKNER, and of course the finale, when Scott finally catches up to J W for a passionate shower room scene. 9.95! plus shipping - woo-hoo!
• HOT HOUSE Jack Wrangler & Roger - what more could you ask for? Well, how about lively and fun Garry Hunt, and some 8mm footage of Joe Dallesandro - all from master director Jack Deveau in this great film from 1977. ONLY one little problem - the famous ROGER peeing in Garry Hunt's mouth scene is censored in this VHS-on-sale version (9.95); but the good news is that if you really want to see that scen, they've jsut come out with a new DVD that INCLUDES the scene (52.95)!
• MADE TO ORDER from NOVA FILMS. One on the many reasons I love BIJOU VIDEO is that all thier NOVA titles are the complete versions - you might see some offered by companies like MIDNIGHT MEN - Brian's Boys (later called Brian's Men is a prime example - and 15-20 or more minutes are missing! Don't take chances, buy from a reliable retailer like BIJOU. Oh yeah, NOVA FILMS, in case you don't know, are usually 15-20 minute films put into a collection - what I like best about them are the facials - guys shooting big loads in other guy's faces - a NOVA FILMS specialty! - oh yeah, they also have Down On The Farm (cowboys, jockstraps...) on sale for 9.95

and tell 'em BJ sent you (not that you'd get special treatment - they're nice to all their customers)

it's not all porn (but most of it is)

THIS DAY'S DEATH by John Rechy OUT OF PRINT
Hot Desert Knights HOT SWEATY KNIGHTS bareback
ODD GIRL OUT Ann Bannon LESBIAN 1950's NOVEL
NIGHT G.A.A. DIED Gay Activists Alliance 70's mystery
Titan's HEAT 3-hour JASON BRANCH CHRIS STEELE
MEN May 03 Rob Rossi DAMIAN FORD
STOCK RELEASED JVP090 Gregor Yelson SPIKE Thom Barron
BUDDY'S BUTT 1973 MANHARD #MH422 by Rich Cummings
MEN Nov 96 Cicero Scott ACE HARDEN Taylor Bennett
MEN 03/01 Tony Acosta - hairy Titan JON GALT Neal Shaw
THE RUNNING MAN 1976 Blueboy Library by Jack Stone
GROUND ZERO Andrew Holleran 1989 GAY / AIDS
STUDIO STUD hot action magazine from 1973
BOYS CAN'T HELP IT Dave Ashfield TOBY ROSS
UNEXPECTED PERSUASION R Prion KARL THOMAS Jay Richards
HOMO PLAYBOY 1969 Brandon House #3063
WANTING JAMIE Bobby Stiles, Kyle West YMAC
NUMBERS by John Rechy 60'S male hustler GAY
THE BROTHERHOOD young guys in a monastery YMAC
BROTHERS BEHAVING BADLY Alex Carrington
THE BUTTERSCOTCH PRINCE Richard Hall 1975 GAY MYSTERY
NEW GUINEA SEX CULT NM-183 Craig Esposito cover
SPLASH TOPS Jake Andrews TOM KATT Blade Thompson
DESIRE IN THE SHADOWS aka THE GAY FLESH 1966 sleaze

I got so much stuff to sell; but time to get some sleep

I HEART CLIFFY

am trying to get a brief clip from River Patrol up, with one of my all-time fave pornstars, Cliff Parker (and his BF, York Powers). The late 80's/early 90's was a sad time for gay porno, low budgets, poor production values, etc. But a few bright spots began to show, with guys like Cliff Parker and Aiden Shaw popping up in videos by 1992/93. Then, studios like Hot House Entertainment (1994)and Titan Media (1995) upped the ante with much better production, good directors, etc.

THE ROAD HOME

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned"

directed by: Steven Scarborough (1996)

Starring: Todd Gibbs, Matt Bradshaw, Beau Saxon, Nino Bacci, Jordan West, Tony Cummings, Cole Youngblood, Dan Brewer, Marcelo Reeves, Jeff Hart, (special guest appearance by) Ryan Idol

A little treat from Hot House Video, one of the companies from the mid 90's that made watching modern porn interesting again. While not the best scene (adorable Todd Gibbs - blond/redhead smooth man who caught me by surprise how his handsome face and beautiful body turns me on, but I digress - keeps his clothes on) it is fun, and best viewed with sound UP!
Hope to have this video up for auction later today.

in other news...

as I stare at the phone and the internet, waiting to see if someone with an affordable room in provincetown returns my calls/emails, my roommate knocks on the door. Bags packed, driver waiting downstairs, he's outta here! Big hugs, and all that, despite him having a late night last night in NYC mini-party a 5am this morning which didn't help my sleeplessness.

WOO-HOO! OCTOBER IS MONTH-LONG SEX PARTY AT BJLAND. Just kidding. But, I did start to clean through what he left, and discovered that the air mattress he left isn't an air mattress, but a real mattress, which I might try out to replace my squishy, back-breaking futon. Plus, a seemingly comfy chair, a pile of American coinage which wouldn't do him much good back home, 3 porno tapes (The Road Home, an excellent HOT HOUSE release from the mid 90's, Big, Black & Beautiful with Bobby Blake who lives up to the title, and a lesser known, but funnily-titled (?) When Bottoms Go Wild with an enticing pic of Paul Carrigan taking full advantage of a sling); also some scarey hair cair products, about 4000 q-tips (what's with that?) and oooooh, one full and an additional almost-full bottle of tequilla, something called Jose Cuervo Especial, apparently they were hechoed en Mexico.

So, maybe it will be MONTH-LONG SEX PARTY AT BJLAND. Any takers?

uh oh - I'm finding myself watching every single preview on the Hand In Hand Preview Tape #1 - each preview better than the previous! Rough Trades and Hot House probably have the best combo of sex and music, but clips from Boynapped! and Drive are pretty fuckn' incredible, too! And I've only gotten thru the first 40 minutes!

With these Hot House and Falcon videos I've been previewing for auction, I've seen way too much fisting in the past couple days (not that there's anything wrong with that.....)

EAT MY BANDWIDTH

Hmmmm, only 800mb's used up yesterday; gonna be harder than I thought to use up all that extra bandwidth, but let's try some music - Saint Etienne's Boy Is Crying remix: Bjork's It's In Our Hands arcade remix; and something from the new (upcoming?) Saint Etienne album, amateur.

Hey, I might even take requests, so lemme know if there's a porno clip you'd like to see........ (Jack Wrangler getting a blowjob in a helicopter, the joe dallesandro black and white clip from Hot House, Al Parker in Turned On with all the guys in jockstraps and Sky Dawson masks..... whatever!)

OMG!

I got to meet one of my porno heroes this weekend! No, no, not one of the directors, or actors, but the MAN who put the music to two of my all-time favorite pornofilms - Heatstroke and HANDsome - and now he's blogging! MAN PARRISH CHATTER - check it out, it's just like two days old - but YOU MUST poke around for the TEST mix of the "Total Eclipse" Klaus Nomi Remix he's working on for the DVD release of NOMI SONG.

OK, so maybe we'd met before - maybe 5 years ago, a sexparty (why does Blogger spellcheck think I meant to type "skippered"?) - he was deejaying; but I doubt he remembers that, he was working. Anyhoo, I had written him weeks back about getting some help for a NOMI SONG poster. He was real sweet, offering the one hanging in the window at The COCK, but I'd have to wait, as he'd promised to keep it displayed for awhile. Long story short, I re-contacted him, he said he'd be setting up Sunday afternoon, so I took a short break from work, racing up the road (5 minute break, what a jip!), and he was there, as sweet as could be, immediately trying to take the poster out of the window. I met who I think is his BF, and a co-worker (who I'd met before, friend of an ex, long story, later) - and damn! You know how you hang out in dark clubs, with the red lighting, and murkiness, and everyone looks so hot - was great to see that all three men look even better in daylight (you shoulda seen me on the corner of 12th and A - hmmm, reminds me of a NYT article, but I digress....) talking about old porn, his great music, smoking laws in clubs, and wondering, "do i have time to do these guys?" Naw, just kidding. Why in the hell would I want to blow three hot men, when I am desperately needed in the burrito-pushing business? Get your minds out of the gutter. So, I unlocked my bike (parked in the gutter), poster in hand (the BF went down to the basement and found a fresh, unused one - I was peeing in my pants!) and rode back to work.

The coolest part is, however, that it's not for me. Ever since seeing NOMI SONG I've wanted to get this poster for this pal of mine, someone who, due to my own horrible neglect, I haven't had much contact with in maybe a year's time.... That's another story, which I won't tell here (makes me look bad - cuz i was) - and this isn't a "here's a present, now forgive me" gift. It's more of a "I couldn't help thinking about you all during the movie, and since, and just know this would look so cool in your house, and I just want you to know that even during long stretches of silence, I think of you often."

OK, that was too corny, and too personal - but hell, I'm high on caffeine, and the NOMI REMIX is blasting for the 4th time while typing this.