The bombing at Hebrew Univeristy has got me so upset, and angry. I don't know what I think, actually. And what i think or feel isn't the point. I know that any of this madness is awful and disgusting, why does this stand out and upset me so much? My idealized vision of a university setting, where we allow kids the freedom to learn, and explore, and grow; where we want to nurture their minds so that they can somehow fuckin' rescue us from more of this shit in the future ?

My new live webcam - refreshes every 12 hours. I'm sure I'll have another fabulous 80's shirt on by the next "refresh" - you just keep staring at the screen and wait.

Dont' be the last one on your block to enter Niporama - the host promised not to make fun of those of us with teeny tiny ones.

Jcthrp [9:20 PM]: master has me online looking for a guy who he can watch service each other.
maybe fuck me while i eat out his ass. you?
BJland [9:21 PM]: I'm super. Thanks for asking.

Is that a light switch plate or are you happy to see me?

HEATSTROKE

Director: Joe Gage (1982)

"It's 7.a.m., it's 112 in the shade, and the temperature is rising."

That begins my all time favorite porno movie, Heatstroke. Set in Montana, some ranch hands set out to make the most of their weekend. Anyone who knows me, or has read much on these pages may be surprised that it's a fave, as this film (and especially this trailer!) has some rampant heterosexuality in it! (you've been warned) But it fits with the theme of the film - horny guys doing what they need to do to get off. The opening is set in a peep booth, with 2 buddies enjoying the shenanigans of the dancer (Suzanne Tyson - she's fantastic!), but they turn to each other for ultimate relief. I also love the scene when the guy is turned down (by Bob Shane, I'd be crushed!) at a gay sex club for "not fitting in" (he's over 40), but he grabs another rejectee (too preppy) and head out back and do quite well for themselves. Oooh, ooh, and of course the scene at the drive in, when 2 guys "discover" some dirty gay magazines in the glove compartment, and get so horned up they decide to help each other out (all the while, this Kung-Fu movie is playing in the background). But the best scene is probably Casey Donovan as a reporter lost in the woods of Montana, who imagines (or does he?) this amazing hot sex scene, and this fantastic voice-over, as he slurps on countless faceless men's cocks. Quite amazing. (I dare you to watch the scene and not cum) All narrated by Rory, the "tenderfoot" as foreman Richard Locke likes to call him, played wonderfully by sweetheart Roy Garrett. Not to mention the fantastic Man Parrish soundtrack. Enjoy.

Starring: Roy Garrett, Casey Donovan, Richard Locke, Clay Russell, Clinton Coe, Bud Wallace, John Steele, Richard West and The Gage Men.

I'm sorry, what are you planning on putting in my Hungry Hot Hole?

Scratch Perverts

Normally, someone's hefty load spooging all over my balls while I Feel Love is blasting in the next room would be a good thing; but somehow, it happened too quickly, and without warning, and DAMN! what a mess! I disengaged myself from the spooge-spiller, pulled my jockstrap back up, and headed for the restroom. I guess I'm just a visual kinda guy, so not getting a chance to see what was making me sticky was a disappointment, not to mention no time for me to, ahem, join in the fun. I swear, it was like 3 light kisses, and 4, maybe 5 tugs on his uncut monster and he's splattering me. What about my needs?

Earlier in the evening, a friend of mine calls to see if I'm going out. He's got the day off, it's been a long time since he's been out, etc. He mentions a few places he thought of going to (Eagle, Cheese Whiz, Cock, and some place on 1st Ave I've never heard of that charges 6 bucks before 9pm - 9pm????) I caution him that the Cock is small enough that if you're not into backroom stuff, the music can get lame and it may not be that interesting. An hour later he calls back, and wants Cock (the bar, that is). Hahaha, the backroom is not only all lit up, but black-jockstrapped Aner is doing some sort of installation back there, with paints and "canvases" spread across 1/4 of the wall space. The music is fairly horrible for the first hour, but either the alcohol, or the amusement at seeing everyone acting so confused that there is no sexual activity here after paying 10 bucks to get in, eventually it starts to sound better. By 3a.m., Parrish was playing all OlDsKewL (as the kids would say), Atomic Dog, Flashlight, something from Tom Tom Club, Neneh Cherry, etc., and I got a big chuckle out of Buffalo Gals blasting, as it's been on heavy rotation here at home all weekend (and as stoned as I was, I managed not to embarrass myself, and curtailed my instinctual urge to "air turntable" during the song). DeeJay announces loudly that the backroom is open (meaning: people are leaving in droves, so we've finally dimmed the lights back there), and in the ensuing stampede, somehow I lose my buddy.

Probably my fault, as i am a dope fiend, and I disappear for awhile to inhale some weed during some deep thumpthumpthumping tune, before taking a peak in the back for my spoogebath. Sometime later, as last call is announced, my bike unlocks itself and pulls up to the door, screaming for me to get my sorry ass out of there before the lights come up. Several items find themselves in the microwave before finding their way down my throat, and some time after 11 am this morning I wake up feeling just a tad headachey.

Don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to loose my head

hung
but not over

ouch


look at some tightywhities

Nice package

Have I ever mentioned how much I love other guy's well-worn clothing? Hmmm. Maybe I should clarify that. I don't have a thing for just anything from just anybody, but more that I like the feel of well-worn cotton underwear, t-shirts, jeans, and that sort of thing that has been broken-in by someone I dig. Doesn't have to be a boyfriend (although I do have a small collection of favorites from ex's), it can be a good friend, or some cute man who's spent a few hours in my home (although they are less likely to part with their clothes, i've had a small amount of luck).

And over the past couple of years, I have actually been sent a few choice items - jockstraps, boxers, t-shirts, etc, - from pals I've met on-line, as well. Ooooh, in fact, while I am not really a shoe person (I like them fairly plain, basic, and prefer to be barefoot at home), about a year or two ago I was sent, among other things, cowboy boots! While not really a boot person per se, there is something rather awesome about grabbing your favorite jockstrap, slipping into cowboy boots with some good tunes playing, some weed, and a full length mirror and whacking off like a crazy man! Or so I've heard....... Anyway, while I was informed this week that I might be getting a package in the mail, I had forgotten that I told this particular sweatheart that I love broken-in boxers. You should have seen me in the park yesterday, opening the package, expecting a couple of pornos, and seeing, well, FEELING, 2 pairs of boxers! MMMMmmm. Needless to say, I rushed home to change into one pair, and had an excellent night's sleep in them, (still wearing, them, in fact) and am also enjoying the other little touches he enclosed. Thanks, dude!

Funkyjo34 [1:31 PM]: got any XXX pics
BJland [1:31 PM]: ugh
Funkyjo34 [1:31 PM]: yeah u said that in the chat room too
Funkyjo34 [1:31 PM]: yes or no
BJland [1:31 PM]: nice manners
Funkyjo34 [1:31 PM]: HEY
Funkyjo34 [1:31 PM]: HOW ARE YOU TODAY
Funkyjo34 [1:32 PM]: I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD SEE SOME XXX PICTURES OF YOURSELF PLEASE?
BJland [1:33 PM]: sorry, I'm very shy about strangers seeing me naked

Duck Rock

After nearly 96 hours (not that I was counting) of sobriety, and constant headaches, I gave in late last night and smoked some weed, and spent a few hours reading blogs (all that scratching was making me itch) which somehow in my odd little stream of consciousness lead me to searching for tunes on WinMX; Prince, McLaren, etc. - McLaren's "original" Buffalo Gals (we'll let the lawyers figure out what, if anything, of McLaren's is original) is fun, and although this Neneh Cherry/McLaren mix a bit on the long side (14 minutes?), Buffalo Mix is a lot of fun,too.

Hmmm, cool, overcast day out; maybe I should order in. Any scruffy, hairy men out there?

Current fave new Breeders tune - Off You

I found this in an AOL profile - something to think about
The most offensive things I see in profiles are the phrases "NEG - UB2" and "D&D free - UB2". If I could "B2" I would. PLEASE consider: "neg - seeking same"

5'9" 170# 43"C, 16"B, 32"W, Neg Sexy chest and body, blue eyes, hard muscle, masculine, sexy and confident. UB2

Wouldn't "fag seeks identical twin" be simpler?

You Say You Don't Love Me

Be careful, some of these tunes are rock and/or roll

Harmony In My Head

Evil

I'm Not In Love

Is It All Over My Face

The best part of The Filthiest Lyrics of All Time is the suggested clean versions

I think this guy is a bottom.

Roy Garrett

Been spending a bit of the evening fending off suitors in the AOL chatrooms (ha!), and working on one of my occasional porn star "tribute" pages.

Not one of the most famous from the early 80's, but certainly one of the more endearing, Roy Garrett was one of several porn actors who Joe Gage was wise enough to let his personality shine through in his films. They worked on five films together, about half of Garrett's output; his most famous, and best, was his lead role in Heatstroke (also my favorite porno film of all time) as Rory, the "tenderfoot". A fun moment with Garrett in a Mac Larsen film (Gage's other pseudonym) called Red Ball Express happens as he and real-life lover Bob Shane are playing firemen, and thier sex is interrupted by the sirens, so they quickly zip up and run - a seemingly seemless scene (say that 3 times fast) as they go from gulping cum to pulling up their pants all in one shot, but alas, poor Roy actually caught his cock in his fly, and they had to stop filming while they iced the poor thing! Garrett also wrote poetry, and had a succesful one-man show called Hot Rod to Hell. Anyhow, check out the page, lemme know if there are any inaccuracies, and maybe sometime late Friday afternoon I can get that Heatstroke trailer ready (I said maybe!)