i think this is how sunday night began....

OfficerFriendly [12:00 AM]: Hey buddy.
Bjland [12:00 AM]: hey man
OfficerFriendly [12:01 AM]:YOU partying and playing tonite?
Bjland [12:01 AM]: actually, not much of a partier, i guess,,, not into chemicals
OfficerFriendly [12:01 AM]: Good healthy fun. Just smoke grass myself.
Bjland [12:02 AM]: oh, ok... most guys seem to mean chems when they say "party play"
OfficerFriendly [12:02 AM]: Gotcha. Just grass here.
Bjland [12:02 AM]: where are ya?
OfficerFriendly [12:02 AM]: 26 and 3rd Ave.
OfficerFriendly [12:04 AM]: Going to check out Lure and Rawhide now. Catch u later buddy.
Bjland [12:05 AM]: hmm, Cock for me tonight, slurp ya later then
Bjland [12:05 AM]: thought Lure was pretty quiet on sundays
OfficerFriendly [12:05 AM]: It is but no other places to wear leather.
Bjland [12:06 AM]: hmmmm,
Bjland [12:06 AM]: i just wear pants, feels good in the backroom at the Cock
OfficerFriendly [12:06 AM]: Where is cock located? Is Sunday good nite?
Bjland [12:07 AM]: sunday is good after 1 am
Bjland [12:07 AM]: avenue A, and 12th st
Officerknow [12:07 AM]: Cover?
Bjland [12:07 AM]: south east corner. i think 8 bucks to get in, loud
Bjland[12:07 AM]: and steamy
OfficerFriendly [12:08 AM]: Thanks bud. Will try it!
Bjland [12:08 AM]: maybe i'll slurp you there,
Bjland [12:08 AM]: how will i know you?

OfficerFriendly [12:08 AM]: You wearing leather too.
Bjland [12:08 AM]: going to wear the pants, and a-shirt prob
OfficerFriendly [12:08 AM]: Leather pants with white stripe down side.
Bjland [12:09 AM]: ahhhhh, make sure you let me check out your cock, would love the smell of leather while i, well, you know..
OfficerFriendly [12:09 AM]: What does ISO stand for?
Bjland [12:09 AM]: in search of
OfficerFriendly [12:09 AM]: Some guy sent note. Thanks.
Bjland [12:12 AM]: well, i'll be looking for the white stripe...
OfficerFriendly [12:12 AM]: Woof!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bjland[12:13 AM]: well, if you have a nice cock, i hope to hear you say that live!
OfficerFriendly [12:13 AM]: I'll whisper it to you bud. But there's more to me than cock!
Bjland [12:14 AM]: balls are important......
OfficerFriendly [12:14 AM]: Woof.
Bjland [12:14 AM]: esp if you dont shave down there.....
Bjland [12:14 AM]: pulling them out of your leather pants....
Bjland [12:14 AM]: sweaty for me..
OfficerFriendly [12:14 AM]: Make you smell sweaty balls.
Bjland [12:15 AM]: well, i'm hopping in the shower, roll a joint, head over there by 1am
OfficerFriendly [12:15 AM]: Bring grass for us to smoke too bud.
Bjland[12:15 AM]: if you say so, i will
OfficerFriendly [12:16 AM]: Woof. Yeah pussyboy!
Bjland[12:16 AM]: oops, dont go for the p-word, I don't have one of those,my friend
Bjland [12:16 AM]: you can fuck my face, but i'll stop real fast if i hear that.....
OfficerFriendly [12:16 AM]: Piss?
Bjland[12:16 AM]: havnet tried (yet)
OfficerFriendly [12:17 AM]: Coool.
Bjland [12:17 AM]: i dont wanna get pissed on by just anyone
OfficerFriendly [12:17 AM]: Woof.

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cash card, check.
both cockrings, check.
sweat and smoke imbued dago-tee, check.
remnants of weed in back pocket, check.

dignity?

well, what i do remember is that several of the tunes were very, very porno. Most notably Take California with that 70's tv cop show car-chase music. It's just so "on your knees boy and take-it-all", ya know? Just like the opening sequence in Gage's L. A. Tool & Die , alot of the tunes last night made that groping around in the dark thing work real well. Amazing how the music, the humidity, the close crowdedness, even the aroma wasn't what made the difference, as intoxicating as it all was..... just say "blackout party!" turn off those lights, and we make our own lil' Closed Set. Can't tell you how many backs of necks I licked, like some salt-starved animal, but each sweat-soaked one tasted even better than the previous one.....

funny how leather pants just never seem to absorb that smoke-smell, unlike everything else that was attached to my body. maybe something to do with smoke rising, as those trousers were rarely far from the ground......

Gosh, I think I have a problem. I can't get to sleep if I haven't been out carousing (carousing for me is 2 beers, a bike ride, standing under a blasting barroom speaking for 2 hours, and then eating everything in sight when I get home at 3:30 am). I stayed in last night, promising myself I'd just watch a movie on tv, tidy up a bit around the house, and follow Bill's BLOGATHON. I finally went to bed at 3am, but couldn't get my eyes to stay shut. So I tried coming in here goofing around on-line, tried reading (Catcher in the Rye , gosh is that depressing me, it really is...), and jerking off was, unfortunately NOT an option (ok, so I had a visitor for nearly 3 hours, and I never did see An American In Paris on PBS, as he wore me out "down there")....... So, sometime after 6am I did manage sleep, and apparently missed the early morning butt shots on all these blogger pages.....

Still, you'd think several hours with a hot hairy man would allow me some sleep. Seems I'm worried and insecure - the best I can come up with. Which makes sense, haven't had a job 15 months (not that I've been looking), no "real" boyfriend in 25 months (not that I haven't been looking, but the spooge-covered floor of the Cock maybe isn't the best place), and I hardly ever leave this apartment before dark.....

Meanwhile, I'm listening to this 9 minute remix of Take Me To Heaven, and not sure if I like it. But Planet of The Apes was better than expected (I didn't expect much, after all, how old was I when I saw the original, and the image of Charlton Heston's butt running through the forest is probably what made me Queer!) - I must say, I still don't care for most of Tim Burton's stuff, just too busy and unfocused. And why, when escaping, did they have to run through the INSIDES of every APE house in town???? I know, I know, willing suspension of disbelief (which I still couldn't do while watching Marky Mark leave his horse behind to go running to rescue a fellow HU-MAN.

I shouldn't be allowed to post before the 2nd cup of coffee. I'm outta here.

Saturday Night in the big city? Single?

Do like me, and stay home and watch PBS's broadcast of An American In Paris while reading the non-musical 24-hour, updated every 30 minutes, blogging of Mermaniac; or any of the others participating in the 24 HOUR BLOGATHON raising money for various worhtwhile charities.

(well, i might sneak into a chatroom once in awhile....)

too tired to think/write. Some highlights, of the past 2 days:

Blogger and Geocities not getting along, and couldn't publish yesterday's blog until many many hours after it might've looked good.

Despite his best efforts, our Prez wound up on the cutting room floor of the new Planet of the Apes movie (I'm hoping to go today)

Friday at Lure. (For more on The Lure). Not many folks there, despite no cover charge. One guy had this huge, HAVE A SEAT mustache, and a cigar as big as his beer bottle. I was captivated, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He walked toward me, but turned towards the bar, still puffing, and then, a huge ash fell, and he squealed! I mean, I've got nothing against squealing, I do it often enough myself, but it really really ruined the mood......
Another guy was getting his boots shined, sitting up high in that chair, looking down at the crowd, and I took a seat below, and again, a mustache that would've felt really really good right up under my balls..... but, alas, he went off with 2 muscle guys, but for those few minutes, looking up at him, him holding his beer bottle in his lap like it was his hard cock, waiting for me..... grrrrr....


Biked over to the Cock, and soon enough, amongst the smoke and humidity, Hot Stuff starts blasting. A song I don't really care for, except it made me go back 20 years, to the Bijou Theatre on Wells St in Chicago's Old Town, redlight, head-bopping, crotch-groping ....... ahhhhh... and the music only got better, and I flipped out when a cool remix I hadn't heard in years started blasting, especially cuz so many of the cute guys obviously recognized it too, and started dancing, when Big Time Sexuality was playing, and mixed with Sylvester's Take Me To Heaven ?? yeah, man!

(this is where I describe the man who's nipple i only got to lick for all of 14 seconds before he excused himself with "I'm gonna take a walk" - but I'm too bitterly disappointed, and some godawful song by HEART played, and my ass automatically left the bar, sat on the bike, and waited patiently for the rest of me to get out there)

Don't forget the BLOGATHON today! He said he'd be nude for the whole thing!

the only danger is if they send us to that terrible Planet of the Apes

why wont this fyhauf blogthing work?

Just before my internet service came to a screaching halt, and I spent 2 hours on the phone with the talented folks at Time Warner, I was suddenly getting all these instant messages:


Vmfeneque [11:12 PM]: hi
Bjland [11:15 PM]: hey man
Vmfeneque [11:16 PM]: love getting blown for long time
Bjland [11:16 PM]: cool
Vmfeneque [11:16 PM]: can we meet
Vmfeneque [11:16 PM]: wherer r u
Bjland [11:16 PM]: lower east side
Bjland [11:17 PM]: um, not ready to meet after 3 lines of chat
Vmfeneque [11:17 PM]: where
Bjland [11:18 PM]: 5th st
Vmfeneque [11:19 PM]: & what
Bjland [11:19 PM]: is there a particular reason you need an exact location?
then, he disappeared.....


Foru2n [11:11 PM]: hi 20/m/bottom nyc
Bjland [11:15 PM]: hey man
Foru2n [11:16 PM]: hi
Bjland [11:16 PM]: your a young guy, eh?
Foru2n [11:16 PM]: 20
Bjland [11:17 PM]: 40 here
Bjland [11:17 PM]: 20 IS young!
Foru2n [11:17 PM]: i had older
Bjland [11:18 PM]: i dont doubt that, since most folks ARE older than you
Foru2n [11:20 PM]: have u ever had a young guy
Bjland [11:20 PM]: ever? yes
Foru2n [11:20 PM]: do u want to do me
Bjland[11:21 PM]: hehe
Bjland [11:21 PM]: sounds like a bad pop song
then, he disappeared.....


by 2:30 am, the Time Warner/Road Runner technicians, after repeatedly saying things like: "I've never seen this", and "I've never heard of that happening before" gave up, and scheduled an appointment for Tuesday - 4 days without internet????!!! arrrggghhhh


So, I left my Fourth Floor Walk-Up, and headed to the Cock, for some really good music. When the caffeine kicks in, and I can use those parts of my brain, I'll try to post the songs...

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i am soooooo confused! reading this post, it seems not only am I missing some Atlantic Blog Meet but i'm also supposed to be in Chelsea, of all places, photographing a leather construction guy! (gosh, in this heat, imagine the sweat........ mmmmm, leathery construction sweat.... mmmmm....)

teach me

i love when men teach me stuff. Sometimes its a simple hint like "good God, do something with the navigation on your site!" Panchesco, who I've never managed to see on his live cam, is an example. Some sweethearts just quietly put me on their links list, and inadvertantly teach me to obsessively check my stats page; and then, again quietly, the same nice guy shows me how to do secret messages that only really hot guys can read. Looking thru this guy's site, I learned ropes are hot! And then I learn, just before heading out to my favorite watering hole, that some guys are hosting secret blog meetings right across the street from where I am learning how to keep my balance while looking for my, er, contacts, in a backroom.....

E-MALE (gosh, what a lame-ass title!)

while i don't get much in terms of fan mail, and i never get blog-spotted, i got 2 interesting bits of email today. One was a simple "please please help me find this old porno movie i've been after" (Boynapped, which I don't have, but I found an online retail store for the guy)..... and the other was, I think, true blogger fan mail:

"Your blog rocks dude! Hope your gettin it more this
summer. Yo, I'm lookin for some pit smelling you know
with an older guy like you at the Cock. when do the
older guys go???? help, thanks!!"

now, there are many ways to dissect this. Most of my friends who got a forwarded copy of the email took issue with the "older guy" thing - hey, i'm 40, and I don't have an issue with it, and if some young guy wants to call me Daddy while licking my pits, sounds fine to me! But then again, he didn't say he wanted my pits, he wanted someone like me. I havent heard back from the (presumably) young man.

So, any interesting takes on this email, feel free to share with me - who knows, I might post it here, I might send you some dirty pics of my 40-year-old pits, ya never know.

Meanwhile, with a heat index in NYC of 97 at 6:30, I think this'll be a good night for some COCK ACTION (but some of us older guys don't get there before 1 a.m.)

one of the benefits of BLOGGING is keeping track of shit. Like, I was complaining during the month of June about not getting ANY, and looking back at JULY, I seemed to have had a few rather sweaty adventures (although I did leave out some of the more intimate details of some of the more fun ones). Also, looking at last Tuesday's blog I remembered that Monday nights out mean very few people, except at the COCK, after 2 am, and with its listless, bass-less, shrill disco, its not really worth it.

Plus, having had the sleepover the previous night, it was kinda nice to just mull that over, wonder who will call first - and besides, my head is still sore, he was a real BITER! So I stayed home, but there was plenty to do here, like:

bidding on a classic gay S/M porn movie - Born To Raise Hell (and winning, I learned first thing this morning!)

scavenging this guy's PLAYLIST and downloading from audiogalaxy (still unemployed, still can't BUY new music) - (Welcome to the Jungle is cool, but this new Rock the Casbah is kinda lame...)

finding another cool guy has me on his links list, ( i wish i knew how to do that mouse-over messagey thing, his said "um, yeah" as i passed over the "bj land" link!!) and trying (and failing miserably) to reformat my BLOG page so I can add a column of bloglinks

and of course, one of my favorite non-sex activities, watching bad made-for TV movies on LIFETIME - When He Didn't Come Home with Patty Duke was awesome - and I don't mean it was good, but, near the end, her son's car, but not his body, has been found in Lake Michigan, but the District Attorney isn't so sure about proceeding against the girlfriend at this point, and Patty exclaims, " I don't know much about what you call "rules of evidence" (and she emphasized that phrase like it was a strange, foreign language) but there is one thing I do know, MY SON IS DEAD AND SHE KILLED HIM!! ( I really expected her to say "I'm just a caveman").

oh, yeah. Don't forget the 24hour BLOGATHON this weekend. I'm sponsoring mermaniac (bill, nice, fun guy)- check him out, as well as the others at the BLOGATHON site

sleepover

good

soft-spoken Portuguese into the back of your neck as you drift off

his snoring that seems to be an integral part of the bjork disc that's still playing

falling asleep all sticky from him

he kisses you in the morning before you can even think to check your breath

his aroma on your pillow, hours after he's left
notsogood

finding yourself trapped in a 2 foot square corner of your bed while he takes up the rest of the mattress

hurredly making coffee in the morning without yer glasses on

figuring out which socks are his

well, looks like making coffee and sorting socks are a small price to pay for (giggling to myself sheepishly, I go back to bed...)

a record for me, over 6 months without a sleepover, and now, if I want to beat that, I can't have another one until Feb, 2002. He just left, phone rings, breakfast with Mark? Breakfast on a Monday, before noon? ughhhhhhh....

for my german friends.....

Sonntag, Juli 22, 2001,
wenn ich meinen seltenen Foray in die scareywelt von Manhattan auf einer Samstagnacht betrachte, wie eine Weise, das Interessieren, stattliche, beschäftigte, regelmäßige Halteseile, es zu treffen ausfiel. Aber, ich muß sagen, handhatte ich, etwas sehr nette Aromen zu inhalieren, da ich zu einer Verein ging, die doesnt " Gerüchen " erlauben; viele Männer hatten Leder, waren shirtless - niemand teilte (mit mir, sowieso), aber es war ein gutes vibe für eine Weile. Dann gelangte das heatedness von ihm ganz an mich, und ich wußte, daß es Zeit war zu gehen. Die wenigen, die ich " gewählt " hatte, hatten mich nicht gewählt, und in einigen Fällen es es reichlich deutlich gemacht würde nicht geschehen. So stieg ich in mein Fahrrad ein, zurück nach Osten vorangegangen, durch das furchtsamste der touristy Arten str8 durchstreifend um die Straßen, die Stäbe.

Unterdessen wie ich dieses schreibe, " imming " morgens mit einem Halteseil, das Wörter wie " Busch- " und " Penis" i-dunno verwendet. Möglicherweise bilde ich zu grosses verteilen von den Wörtern, aber " ich habe einen grossen Penis für Sie " nicht tue es durchaus für mich (und ja, schrieb ER den Wortpenis! gross). Und wann ich haarige gerade Töne " des Busches " der Gabelungen (und haben einige Komplimente auf meinen gehabt), zu girlish mag, (nicht erwähnen die politischen Gefühle, die er " weckt") -- aber ich schätzen Sie, der ich gerade ist. Es ist fast 4pm, Zeit, meinen Esel in der Dusche zu erhalten und sieht, was die Welt der INDIREKTE Antrag ist!

if i look at my rare foray into the scarey world of Manhattan on a Saturday night as a way to meet interesting, handsome, employed, regular guys, it failed. But, I must say, I did manage to inhale some very nice aromas, as I went to a club that doesnt allow "scents"; many men had leather, were shirtless - no one was sharing (with me, anyway) but it was a good vibe for awhile. Then the heatedness of it all got to me, and I knew it was time to leave. The few I had "chosen" hadn't chosen me, and in some cases made it abundantly clear it wouldn't happen. So, I got on my bike, headed back east, thru the scariest of str8 touristy types roaming around the streets, the bars.

Meanwhile, as I type this, am "imming" with a guy who uses words like "bush" and "penis" I dunno. Maybe I make too big a deal out of words, but "I've got a big Penis for you" doesn't quite do it for me (and yes, HE capitalized the word Penis!). And while I like hairy crotches (and have had a few compliments on mine) "bush" just sounds too girlish, (not to mention the political feelings it "arouses") -- but I guess that's just me. It's nearly 4pm, time to get my ass in the shower, and see what the world is offering OFF-LINE!

cyber sniffing?

Foot bud 35 [8:34 PM]: hello sir
bjland [8:34 PM]: hey man
Foot bud 35 [8:35 PM]: beggin 2 sniff ur sox sir
bjland [8:35 PM]: you in ohio?
Foot bud 35 [8:35 PM]:yes sir
bjland [8:37 PM]: well, that might be kinda tough, seeing as i am in new york

friday night looked too, too scarey out there. this city, this neighborhood, just FILLS UP with tourist-types on summer weekends, as the locals-with-employment (not me!) head outta town. So, stayed in, and finally watched that clip I videotaped of the dancer and I. We had already been going at it for awhile before I mentioned the camera, so he said sure, but warned me he might not have much "time" left in him! Damn! I mean, is it weird to get off watching yourself greedily devour another guy's crotch? Granted, he had a great body, hard-as-rock cock, and cute, tight ass. And my own enthusiasm showed quite clearly. Only about 12 minutes long, and of course I just set up the camera, and didn't change the angle, focus, or anything once i got back into his jockstrap..... I'll have to get some stills from that, cuz I can't believe we actually managed to captured on tape his cum shooting across my face, and some of it landing on my scruffy goatee...... i remember not washing up for several hours, the aroma of cum, and his stickiness on my fuzzy chest all day, kept me grinning for a long time.