Realizing that most of you don't come here to read my ramblings on art, war, greed, killing, pollution, and death....... lets go back to my carefree youth, back when I was 18, worried about Carter's plan for Registering for the Draft........ er, I mean, back when I was 18, and first went to a gay porn theatre - The Bijou - in Chicago. Was quite fascinating, sitting in the dark theatre, not realizing that sex would happen right there, in the theatre! And at one point, I went to the rest rooms, and found a stall, went inside, and saw no toilet, just a stool, a waste basket, and just when I was starting to gross out, I noticed the hole in the wall, and someone's hand directing me towards it......... (Casio-disco music starts) .. slowly approaching, the hand grabbed at my fly, and unzipped it, and the other hand reached in and.... oh, of course I ran out and went back to the movie, right?

I'm sure you'd rather see a movie clip than hear about all that, so, thanks to modern technology, you can see this lovely bit of streaming video (don't blame me for the quality, it's REAL PLAYER), a lovely film with a vague Halloweenish sound going on, Getting It.

.......I swear to GOD, I only took the underwear....... well, maybe some sundries...........

fuck oil!

so yeah, I'm one of 3 people who still thinks Jimmy Carter was right. dependence on petroleum has fucked us over again. And while "foreign Oil" is an obvious problem - oh yeah - FUCK SAUDI ARABIA!!! --- drilling in Alaska ain't the answer, either. Just stick a bunch of windmills in FUCKING Kansas and Iowa ferchrissakes. Make the fucking Sunshine State that gave us Pres Bush stick solar panels on all their roofs; Texas has the best potential to utilize both solor and wind power - just fucking do it! 2/3's of Iceland's energy comes from hydroelectric power, and they are ready to export the shit. Upstate New York is on the verge of allowing comsumers to simply check off a box on their electric bill to buy energy from wind and solar sources.

If we want to keep our lovely American lifestyle, why don't we use our fuckin' brains and figure out a way NOT to be dependent on rich assholes in "that part of the world" who screw over their own people and give fuel to the fire of freaks like Assammma Bin Salama or whoever our Enemy-du-Jour is. It's not the first time someone has tried to kill us... WTC part one was in 1993, remember? And the FBI? oh, busy figuring out who the last president was fucking, thanks guys, nice job. We'd rather send more troops off and risk lives than use our brains. GULF WAR, anyone? Yeah, nice long-lasting effects, the price of oil is steady, maybe even cheaper than it was in "real terms" than in 1979, and I can get in my car and drive anywhere I want, just send some more young folks off to the mideast, piss off some more people, get killed, and I still have my American freedoms to go to any drive-in fast food restaurant in the middle of the night and get Krispy Kreme or Wendy's. Nice. Real fuckin' nice.

Peace?

HrlmPipe [11:31 PM]: my balls aint hairy but the show is biigg
BJland [11:31 PM]: the show?
HrlmPipe [11:32 PM]: little southern venacular
HrlmPipe [11:32 PM]: sure are big....
BJland [11:33 PM]: oh
BJland [11:33 PM]: your balls are big? is that what that means?
HrlmPipe [11:33 PM]: yes
HrlmPipe [11:33 PM]: just thick and full just like my bodi
BJland [11:34 PM]: hehe
HrlmPipe [11:35 PM]: fully loaded to blow fucking afganistan off the face of the earth
BJland [11:35 PM]: ciao
HrlmPipe [11:35 PM]: peace

(I didn't feel like pointing out the irony of his goodbye...... but the "death to Afghanis" sure is a great pick-up line, I'll have to remember to use that one)

....... still sorta hungover, probably from the potato chips and chocolate I was eating at 5 a.m., so, um........ if you enjoyed the eBay underwear boys I posted last week, here's some more eBay underwear boys; this second batch is pretty good, actually!

3 guesses which Halloween costume I'd want to wear!

.....another exciting Sunday Night in the chatrooms

Wildguynyc [7:24 PM]: lookin for fun with 33 year old?
Bjland [7:25 PM]: didnt have that specific age in mind
Wildguynyc [7:25 PM]: hehe--u wanna see my pic?
Bjland [7:26 PM]: sure
Wildguynyc [7:27 PM]: k
Wildguynyc [7:27 PM]: sent
Bjland [7:28 PM]: you look familiar
Bjland [7:28 PM]: maybe we've done this b4
Wildguynyc [7:28 PM]: dunno--are u lookin to hook up?
Bjland [7:29 PM]: yeah, i could
Wildguynyc [7:30 PM]: u got x pic?
Bjland [7:30 PM]: sorry
Wildguynyc [7:30 PM]: do u wanna play?
Bjland[7:30 PM]: sorry, i cant decide that fast...
Wildguynyc [7:31 PM]: lol
Wildguynyc [7:32 PM]: u better hurry cuz someone just asked me to marry them
Bjland [7:32 PM]: alrighty, then, you have fun

OK, so maybe I lied about the X pic, I might have one or two somewhere in here (hehe, maybe I should've sent him the pic of Pepe) but I'm old-fashioned, I like some foreplay, ya know?

Ay Carumba!

posting more porn on eBay today and tomorrow (Monday) but some stuff is already up, so take a look at my "About ME" page at eBay for a list (you'll need to sign in to see the "adult auctions", but if you're really bored, you can see a pic or two of ME over there, too)

oh yeah, that's Pepe from the Jan 1977issue of Mandate, listed as the star of "Blow Dry" an X-rated spoof on Shampoo.

The nice ass-grab below is from a 1981 issue of Drummer

I never knew that Rick Donovan had an even bigger cousin Rodd Donovan!

he was furry, very furry. He instant messaged me last night while I was playing Marbles and making dinner. For some reason, we really liked my pic, and invited himself over. I quickly looked at his profile and pics, and saw that he was indeed a fuzzyboy, all bearded and the furriest tummy. He wanted to snuggle up, as the weather here had gotten cold. Sounded good to me, despite his age - yeah, 19 is usually quite quite scarey to me - I'm not quite ready to think about the "Daddy" thing, but, being unemployed for 18 months now, I doubt anyone would seriously look at me as much of a Daddy, right?

He wasn't here for 10 seconds and his socks were off. These kids today, I swear. So he's down to his boxers and on the couch faster than I could offer him that can of Mountain Dew I've had in the fridge since New Year's when someone at the grocery store cruelly hid it inside the 6-pack of Ginger Ale. He accepted, of course (he's 19, he loves the shit!). I had just enough time to clean up after dinner, but of course, the TV was still on, since AMC has an all-weekend MONSTERFEST. Have you ever tried to make out with a horny kid with Madeline Kahn in the background? The poor guy kept thinking my giggling was because of him. Eventually, I wore him out; so we snuggled (the original plan) and watched TV.

Later, while the local PBS station was showing Ed Wood's Bride of the Monster, he got a second wind. Yikes! I'm ready for ice cream and some serious camp horror movies with Bela Lugosi, and this guy is grabbing at my ass. As I kept looking around him to see the screen, he got the idea, and made excuses to leave. Lingering at the door, I still had one eye on the TV (c'mon, the "the spine chilling battle with the rubber octopus" was on!!). He left, in a semi-huff, but shit, he's 19, I doubt he even remembers my name today.

just when you thought he was last week's blogcrush, he turns into next week's blogcrush, that sex-bomb on the Cuyahoga with a new playlist, links to cool shit, not to mention more secret nude pics

..... I know I promised more porn, but just got back from the local Post Office. I go there at least 5 times a week, to check my box, ship out porn, etc. So, I mentioned to them that the Supreme Court shut down today because they "found traces of the bacteria on a filter at an off-site mailing facility for the Supreme Court." Here on 3rd st, they found a suspicious white powder on some bills, the FBI came, took "samples", left them with a few plastic gloves, and temporarily left a plastic sheet over the clerk's window while they examined the area. No one was sent home - of course, white powder on dollar bills usually means.....cocaine, right?

...... a brief break from porn............

Beware evil doers wherever you are! - Bush Signs Bipartisan Bill to Combat Terrorism - this alone makes me worry: Sen. Orrin Hatch of Utah, ranking Republican on the Judiciary Committee, defended the measure, saying: ``I don't know anybody in this country who is afraid of their law enforcement people at this time. They are afraid of terrorism.''





some dare to disagree - Privacy is Just So Suspicious

Not directly related to this, but nonetheless some interesting thoughts from a Southern neighbor: "No one can deny that terrorism is today a dangerous and ethically indefensible phenomenon, which should be eradicated regardless of its deep origins, the economic and political factors that brought it to life. Who have profited? The extreme right, the most backward and right-wing forces, those in favour of crushing the growing world rebellion and sweeping away everything progressive that is still left on the planet. It was an enormous error, a huge injustice and a great crime, whomever they are who organized or are responsible for such action." - Fidel Castro, Sept 22, 2001.


Beware Chelsea Boys wherever you are! - Arrested Men's Shaved Bodies Drew Suspicion of the F.B.I.

..........last night, some "quality time" with a video that finally arrived, Steve Scott's Screen Play with the amazing Lee Ryder. Naturally, I didn't finish the film, and am looking forward to the scene with Lee and Jon King. But that one jack-off-while-sniffing-your-roommate's-sleeping-butt is a bit disorienting, what with the T.V. on, and hearing Martin Sheen and Harvey Keitel's voices in the background. But it is the sort of touch I like from Steve Scott, who also directed Games with the first Gay Games as the setting (and that scene with Al Parker and Giorgio Canali!!). More later.......

inspired by Mr. Green, I went looking for some pics/video of the classic motorcycle cop, Clint Lockner. Perhaps best known for his role in Colt's Lockner's Key with the fantastic hairy uncut Bruno. You all know the story, of course: Bruno, sleeping in a jockstrap and torn t-shirt, (and of course rubbing his crotch while sleeping) is awoken by a knock at the door; it's motorcycle cop Lockner, who has discovered that Bruno inadvertantly left his keys in the doorway. Guess what? They have sex! At first, Bruno gets his hairy pecs rubbed down by Lockner's thick motorcycle gloves, but soon enough, Lockner undresses, revealing his own jockstrap, and lovely shiney double-metal cockring. Of course, during the whole scene, Bruno keeps his workboots on, and Lockner keeps his mirrored sunglasses on. Another fantastic scene is from Steve Scott's 1981 film Face to Face, a tale of a young man going on a road trip to find his favorite porn star, J.W. King, and on the way hitchhiking, gets picked up by our pal Clint Lockner. Scolding the young man for hitchhiking, he forces the kid to blow him; and in an unusual moment for a porn film, after they finish, the kid, still on his knees, spits out Lockner's spunk, to show his distaste for forced sex.


Of course, young Al Parker was no stranger to Motorcycle Cop fun, as he did several photospreads for Colt with that theme.

ok. I'm making an effort to lighten up. So, going thru my huge collection of pics I've downloaded from pornsites and eBay auctions, here's a handful of pics of some of the guys (besides myself) who sold underwear on eBay back in 2000. Enjoy.

last night, during the 2nd beer, Edwin Starr's War came blasting out of the jukebox. Took me back to 1972, when I was giving a speech for extra credit, posing as George McGovern running for President. I quoted heavily from that song, and at age 11, I was quite upset about "the War" - I just couldn't get it. By then, of course, it was fairly common for folks to be against the War, some of our Parish Priests and Nuns had gone to Washington for one of the protest marches, and both my parents were clearly against it. I went with my Mom that November to watch her vote against Nixon, and that night, when he trounced McGovern, I cried my self to sleep. This all going thru my head as I was hoping to "get lucky" - you can imagine the alluring look on my face. Needless to say, no one jumped at the chance to do me, or be done by me, or, for that matter, to stand within 6 feet of me, so I left.

I hadn't taken a drunken bike ride in awhile, and headed over west, following the aroma of burning building, past the 3 guys at "Thank You Point" (the spot where Christopher St meets the West Side Hwy, where folks gather to wave flags and shout out thank-you's to vehicles and workers coming to and from WTC). Heading down the bike path, that glow from the hole in the sky is still rather daunting, all lit up so they can work 24/7, cranes moving aimlessly, it seems. I found a spot to sit, a bit out on the Hudson River, with of course the Statue of Liberty in the distance. Gosh, I don't usually feel OLD but I have been lately. Just in the sense of how easy it used to be, to feel so strongly that all killing was wrong, that war never solved problems, often worsening them. And it's not that I've changed those views much, but i just have no energy to express them, or to even feel them anymore. I am too sad, and I can't think of an alternate to what's happening right now - the need to "do something". I still sometimes have arguments over the little things, like stupid new laws that will lessen our freedoms, and not do much to preserve our safety. But it's a reaction, not an actual idea of what should be done, or going on. So, I just stare up at the cranes moving across the downtown sky, and listen to the seagulls acting rather cranky out there on the water, not sure why they seem so agitated. Maybe the glaring lights at 3:30 in the morning?

I even got a new porno video in the mail today, P.M. Productions' Wet Sports, Yellow Hanky Left from their mid 80's Hanky Code compilation series. Even the promise of Jack Wrangler isn't snapping me out of this............

OK, by tomorrow i'll force myself to talk porn again, I swear

I am the otter, goo goo g'joob


my favorite part: "As lovers, otters are tenacious and have remarkably vital libidos."

What's your animal personality?

littledog

Bjork on REVERB; Bjork's Boston shows downloaded, and listened to last night. But today, kinda depressed about the dog-man not calling me back.......... oh well. Being unemployed, maybe I'm not in the best position to be a dog-owner just yet, but I was getting pretty psyched about it - worried, and nervous about being capable and disciplined enough to train and take proper care of this 8-month old cutie, but still, was really looking forward to it...........

a few weeks back, a late night at The Phoneix, I was playing around with the bartender's dog, Nico. Jim came running over to me saying "would you like a puppy?" Huh? "There's this cute puppy that's the talk of my dogrun, she needs a home" Sappy me, I wimper "a puppy needs a home?, awwwwwww, well, um, what do I do?" So, to make a longish story a bit shorter, I called the guy, he seemd quite enthusiastic, and we agreed to meet a few days later, at the dogrun near my house. That day, I waited for 45 minutes at the dogrun, looking at every dog coming inside, thinking "are you my puppy?" Even the ones that were clearly not black mixed-pitt dogs with a single white spot on their backs, I looked closely at each, wondering "are you my puppy?" But, after 45 minutes, I gave up, walking home, thinking maybe he had called, was running late, so I tried each public phone on the way, the first 3 not working at all, the 4th, let me know there was a message, but I couldn't retrieve it. I ran home, got the message, it was him, running late. I ran back to the park, and found the blue FDNY shirt above the 2 dogs - his blonde full-grown dog, plus the black pup that he had taken in after it had followed him and his dog home one day 8 weeks ago. We talked awhile, he let me take her for a walk, and she was strong, pulling constantly, distracted by all the activity in the park, but was sweet, and beautiful. The guy, Mark, was real cool, telling me not to feel pressured, that he'll keep her until he finds a good home, and then offered a "trial run" saying I could have her for a bit, see how it goes, if I am up to it, if she likes me, etc. Wonderful. Subsequently, in the dogbook I'm reading, I see it's a good sign when the owner offers to take the dog back if there's a problem, chances are it's from a "good home" (taken care of properly). He found her in late August, was supposed to get her "fixed", shots, etc on Sept 12, but, well, you know. He was not a talker, and I wanted to be respectful of his "personal life" but couldn't ignore that he's a fireman, so I asked "and how are you doing?" - he mumbled behind his sunglasses "nothing but funerals, rather not talk about it" as his eyes swelled up a bit. I changed the subjest quickly, to his relief, and said something about "not wanting to jinx it, by not thinking about names for the puppy" (he had mentioned he hadn't named her). But he looked down at her, and said, "well, I like Little Dog" as he grabbed at her schnoz playfully, and she looked up at him lovingly; "that's what I've been calling her". We talked just a bit more, agreeing to meet up the following weekend, so I can begin a trial week. As I handed the leash back to him, I got all sad, and even said, "gee, handing her back is tough, I guess that's a good sign" He smiled weakly, I shook his hand, said something about looking forward to next week, and we parted.

I cried on the way home, such a goofball. Imagining his pent-up emotions about being an NYC fireman, and taking care of this puppy for the past month, probably something to look forward to, probably something that gave him some comfort, even more than his other dog, in a way. His attempt at being private, controlled, somehow made it all the more touching to me, and I wondered how tough that must be, to sort of have this open-wound, that strangers will want to say something of comfort, and yet, how terrible it must be to have that thrust upon you constantly, without warning, at times that you don't want it.......

So, I've gathered several books, a gate and even one of those crates (actually, a huge plastic carrier) - fortunately all borrowed, from a nearby pal who was real excited I was getting a dog, sharing all sorts of his own puppy stories. I've had nightmares, wondering if I would be a good "owner" (master??); I've found myself on my couch, watching T.V., tapping the side, as if to call my dog over, the dog that I don't have. I called last week, leaving a message that I'm looking forward to this,and again leaving my phone number. I haven't heard back. Well, I hope that what has happened is that he's decided he wants to keep her, but I would want him to call and tell me, so I can "move on". And then, I can get more serious, and get over to one of those shelters (like BARC, in Brooklyn) that I'd been thinking about for months. It's not like there aren't a zillion animals that could use a good home, right?