For anyone who’s been watching True Blood, you will have seen this stunning man on your TV screens. Mehcad Brooks was born in 1980 in Austin Texas and has been in Desperate Housewives (don’t watch it, can’t tell you) and now has become a lust object of mine after walking around seducing Tara in True Blood season 2.
Mehcad is not only physically stunning but his voice is one that I could listen to for days. One thing I am a total sucker for in a guy is a killer smile and you can’t deny Mehcad has one of those. His smile could light up a room. Genetically blessed. I for one am hoping his star is on the rise.
Photos like this often grab my attention, not just because of the perfect butt but because of the simplicity of the image. The model is a dancer and it just standing there letting the lighting and reflections do the work.
Three days, 400 gay people, several drag queens, lots of booze, some very dodgy fashion decisions and buckets of laughs and that’s my trip on the Navigaytion cruise from Adelaide.
I have to admit, I had a really good time on the cruise despite all my reservations about going. Some of them were founded. The guys that I went with and I are all tempted to go to a straight bar and talk about tits for a while as we are feeling a little gayed-out at the moment. There are certain elements of the gay “community” that I would have happily set adrift in a life raft after a couple of hours. First up would be the A-Gays that think their shit doesn’t stink and don’t smile or make conversation with anyone.
There were many interesting apparel choices made for the various themed parties over the three days. The first was the underwear and swimwear party. The age demographic on the boat ranged from 19 or so right up to about 70. I’m not a fan of a g-string on a man in general but your average 70 year old arse is not flattered in the slightest by having a piece of fabric wedged in it and a note to the man with the tartan beret on, before leaving the room please make sure your g-string is actually containing both testicles.
The parties on board were great fun, everyone getting on well, making new friends and getting into the spirit. Making new friends, at least for an hour or so was a recurring theme of the few days. There’s no tally been announced on this smaller cruise but the last Navigaytion cruise of 1400 people went through over 10,000 condoms.
I haven’t slept much after working at the parties, making new friends, hanging out with people I knew and watching the passing parade, so I’m not going to be awake much longer tonight and back to work tomorrow.
Part of my determination to get more confidence and not be so easily intimidated was to commit to working on the Navigaytion Gay Cruise from Adelaide with a few of the other guys from the Lifesavers Mardi Gras float. Today is the day. I’m about to head to the airport to fly down to Adelaide and the cruise leaves this afternoon for 3 nights.
Blogging will resume on Monday afternoon/night. I’m actually looking forward to it now. There will be about 600 guests on board and our job is to keep an eye on people and make sure they are ok at the parties. I know I’ve posted these photos before but I really like the easy nakedness and fun spirit of them. The cruise won’t have any nudity like this but I’m sure there’ll be some naughtiness and a lot of fun.
If you like your boys baby faced but with bad boy tattoos, piercings and BIG low hanging nuts, then Tyler is your man. Tyler was photographed recently by Dylan Rosser and is now up in all his glory (the bits you can’t see here) on Dylan’s website. You can see how big and low those nuts are above, and if you click they get bigger!
Tyler has done a some stripping and recently won a Mr Nude America title. You go Tyler.
Word went round the blogs a month or two ago that the famous Marky Mark Calvin advertisements were going to be “recreated” using Kellan Lutz. Thank goodness that has proven to be false. Those originals were iconic and a product of their era. Thank goodness Calvin Klein DID use Kellan Lutz for the new X Underwear campaign.
Thank goodness they’ve also brought us the hotness that is Mehcad Brooks, of True Blood Season 2 fame. Oh my lordy. Just for good measure they’ve thrown in Fernando Verdasco, the Spanish tennis player and footballer Hidetoshi Nakata and you know playing those sports those boys have buns of steel. We love advertising… it makes us look at hot people.
Over the past couple of months I’ve come across several guys online who were raised in nudist families, some of them with brothers brought up by a single dad, others with both parents. All of these people had one thing in common. They were all brought up without any shame about their body, nudity, erections or sex in general.
Are nudists more open minded or do they just have a different set of hangups? I think people brought up in a nudists environment are probably less likely to have body image issues or at least just deal with them better. Perusing any nudist website, like Hangoutnude, you’ll see that the vast majority of bodies are a long way from the commercial ideal of perfection. Surely that goes a long way to giving a healthier perception of what is healthy?
My parents weren’t prudish but apart from the odd walk between bathroom and bedroom, I never saw them nude and while I wasn’t taught that there is anything wrong with nudity, it’s not really something my parents would actively encourage. If I had kids I’d bring them up to be comfortable with being nude, but to respect other people’s boundaries.
A guy I’ve been chatting to was married to a man for some time and while they were together, the other man’s son came and stayed with them regularly from the age of 11 to 16, when their relationship ended. They would all happily spend most of the time at home nude and given the time period covered the son’s puberty he was apparently often hard but was taught that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Such a healthy way to live.
A little over three years ago you left Australia after your second visit here and our third time together and we left on good terms. I apologise. I should have thrown your arse out of this country as soon as you packed my baggage. Yes, MY baggage. Since that visit, and the way you treated me, I have been riddled with insecurities that weren’t there before you came and hurt me and left me with a smile on your face.
Not being able to tell me in words that you weren’t ready for a serious relationship was ok. Telling me by treating me like dirt found on your shoe was not. Telling me I had bad breath so you didn’t have to kiss me was not good. Being openly critical of things I was doing in the middle of sex was not good. Putting an advertisement on Craigslist for guys to meet us at the nude beach and fuck was not good. Finding you sitting in the steam room at the gym masturbating with someone decades older than you while I was out dressing and waiting for you was not good. Organising more threesomes or group sex, than sex with just you and I was not good.
Did I handle it correctly by letting it all happen instead of telling you to your bags? No, I didn’t. You made me feel like I wasn’t enough. I couldn’t turn you on and someone else had to be there to do that for you. You have left a lasting impression on me that I’m not good enough and frankly, I’m sick of carrying the emotional baggage around that you packed for me. You can have it back.
When you went back home, we tried to be friends and stay in touch. It was good that we were behaving like adults, right up until you called me, standing outside the house of some guy you were practically stalking asking me to talk some sense into you within two months of you saying you weren’t ready for anything serious. At what point in your self absorbed brain did you think that was ok?
Did you think I’d be impressed a couple of months later again, when you were bragging that the guy you were dating (ie fucking regularly with other people) and spending a lot of time with, was a porn star? Only in your mind is that some kind of glamorous aspirational trophy husband. The porn stars I’ve met and chatted to are great guys, but it’s not the fact that they have sex on film that is a selling point for me.
I’m genuinely glad that you are happy in your newest relationship. Seriously. Do you give a damn that I’m not happy with myself and therefore can’t find happiness with someone else, because of how you treated me? I don’t think so. If you’d learnt anything from the two boyfriends that cheated on you and put your health at risk, I thought it would have been how to treat people with respect. Good luck, best wishes.
Recently I’ve come across a few blogs from guys that are very active barebackers, a couple of them trying to see how many loads they can take in the year or by the month. When I read stories like that where guys are taking load after load from strangers and being raw gangbanged, the first thing that occurs to me after the assumption that they are HIV+ is which came first, the love of cum or the HIV?
Did they contract HIV through an accident or slip in protection and once they were diagnosed figure “what the hell?” or did they always have a thing for cum and in pursuing that, did they contract HIV?
A guy was messaging a friend of mine last week, at three different points over many hours in one day. Each time the guy, who was 23 said “I’ve got another guy coming over, wanna join us?” and each of the 3 encounters were going to be raw. At 23 the kid is either incredibly naive, or already fully aware of his status and just cutting loose. The part that scares me is that he may have no idea of his status and be barebacking with guys that are poz or neg and possibly infecting people. Granted, anyone that barebacks with him is making their own choices and taking their own possibly educated risks.
HIV may not kill anymore the way it did 25 years ago, but it can kill and every treatment has side effects, financial, emotional and physical. For everyone, positive and negative, make your own choices, but look after yourselves!
I was perusing the pages of Hangoutnude.com as I do when I came across the profile of Desertdude here who is a resident of “the desert” in California somwhere. His photos reminded me of the good old early days of this blog, just over four years ago when I was running the public nudity challenge. It’s what got this blog noticed and gave it a little notoriety. Desert Dude seems to have no qualms about stripping off ever, anywhere. Good on him I say. I don’t think I’d get away with, or he brave enough to try any of these locations.
Today was the official launch on the steps of Sydney Opera House of the “Wear it With Pride” campain, a campaign that has seen the reform of 85 pieces of legislation that discriminated agains the GLBT community in the workplace, superannuation, discrimination and all sorts of other areas.
Celebrities from the Australian media (including Ruby Rose and Nathalie Bassingthwaite, pictured) were present to highlight these reforms and launch the program today. It’s a big day and a great thing to celebrate. Fairness and human rights are all we ask. I wonder how long before Australia has gay marriage equality.
I’m thinking of adding to my circus repertoire and doing straps classes. A friend of mine that I know from my current circus school is doing classes in straps and I’m contemplating joining him. It takes a lot of strength and a high pain threshold so we’ll see how we go but I’d love to be able to do them. David O’mer is famous for this bathtub routine and dammit we can see why.
Karim Konrad has just released these new shots of sometime model and full time hair stylist Luke Nicholson. Karim has a really cool camp sensibility with his photos but often throws in a good dose of butch at the same time.
It’s the 31st January and the first month of 2010 is already over. The Project 365 challenge has not been easy. I have often found myself not far from going to bed with no photo taken for the day. I’m thinking of making it even harder for myself by setting monthly themes for myself, such as a colour, style, or content.
Friday night saw the inaugural dip for the “Skinnydipping Sydney” facebook group. Sadly the weather that had been holding off all day really hit in the hour before the dip was scheduled. So there were only 4 of us at the dip at 1am. All three others I had been to beaches and skinnydipped with before so we didn’t get to make any new skinnydipping friends. Two other straight couples did show up and skinnydip too but they weren’t really fussed on chatting as they were very drunk and one couple seemed more intent on having aquatic intercourse.
I won’t be discouraged. We’ll have another dip soon so if you are in Sydney and want to join us for a skinnydip, join the facebook group and stay tuned.
