Just so beautiful

There is a quote that I have been led to believe was made by Mark Twain but I don’t know for sure. It says “Travel is the antidote to ignorance.” Whoever said it, I completely agree. The excitement is starting to build for my trip to Europe which is just over 4 months away.

Today I discovered a new inspiration on Instagram. Inspiration both for photography and travel. Morten Rustad is a photographer from Norway who travels a lot and does absolutely stunning videos and time-lapse photography of his travels.

Landscape photography is HARD. I find it scary and intimidating and that’s why I shoot people but this video really makes me want to do more landscapes. I also looked at parts of this and thought a cheeky nude selfie in that location would be awesome. Everyone finds their own motivation right?


There are a lot of big personalities at my circus school. That’s not meant in a bad way at all, just to say that perhaps it takes a certain boisterous nature to dangle from the roof and defy death. Who knows? There are also some quite shy people who do it as their moment in the spotlight.

There are times at class when people might be feeling flat and we feed off the more upbeat energy of some of the others. Last night we were all in a hilarious mood. It’s very common for some pretty filthy jokes to fly around at times and watching someone crack up laughing while they are dangling upside down trying to learn a trick is a lot of fun.

It was one of those nights where we were all in the same happy, crazy, dirty, fun mood. Thankfully we share the space with another class who tend to be about the same.

Most of us have been training at the school and have known each other for a minimum of a few years so there is a certain level of comfort. That’s handy when you are stuck in an awkward position in lycra. Here’s hoping there are many many more nights like it ahead.

Timothy is Draped

So far I’m keeping pace with releasing a download every week. To achieve that this week I went back to my archives to one of my favourite photo shoots. I had taken a more brave step than usual and approached a model that I didn’t think would do a shoot with me. Turns out I was wrong.

Within two months Timothy was coming through Sydney on a road trip and we did two shoots. Draped is the resulting download from shoot number two. Timothy is an absolute joy to collaborate with. A classically trained dancer he knows his body, how to move it and how it looks it’s best.

Sadly I will be out of town with my family when Timothy is here for Easter so another collaboration will have to wait.

If you want to see the whole shoot of Timothy, click here to buy the download, and check out the behind the scenes video below.

Making me happy

This weekend was a busy but very fun weekend. It was one of those weekends that is good for your soul.

On Friday night I had a spontaneous night of a few wines and some pizza with some very good friends and a couple of their friends that I’d never met before. It wasn’t a late night but it was great.

Yesterday morning started very early for a photo shoot of a very hot man with a ridiculous body who was also great fun to work with. Stay tuned for the first half of those photos to be released next weekend. Then I was the marriage celebrant at the wedding of some friends and had another great night celebrating. Today we all caught up for a post wedding pub lunch.

In between all of that I’ve binge watched the new season of Queer Eye and cried happy tears a lot. So it’s been one hell of a weekend.

Last week I found this video on Youtube about sharing happiness and it made me smile while I was watching it. You can certainly find happiness by yourself but sharing even the smallest moments with friends or loved ones makes it even better!

Do I risk it?

As a single man with a love for travel, most of my travel has been done solo. Sometimes that’s fun and sometimes it is less than idea. There have been moments when I’ve been somewhere beautiful having a great time and wishing I could turn to someone, friend or lover, and just grin at the fun times. At other times it can be amazing travelling alone. Feel like being lazy or doing something random? Sure. No one to explain yourself to.

When I put the call out to facebook asking if anyone wanted to join me in Iceland I was lucky. The friend that first volunteered turned out to be a fantastic travel buddy. We had no dramas sharing a camper van, splitting money etc and it all just worked.

So looking ahead to August, part of me wants to ask if anyone wants to join me at any part of my trip. Once again there will be camper vans involved and lots of nudity (hopefully) so it would have to be a carefully considered situation. How do I tell someone I think it’s best they don’t join me if they are keen but I’m not convinced?

Less than five months to go!

That was rough

Yesterday I was having a conversation over facebook messenger while I was on the train on the way to work with someone I know. They are not someone I know well but over the course of the day I came to realise that they don’t seem to have any/many close friends at all.

As I got to work the conversation started to take a dark turn. He was drinking heavily before 8am and very upset over an incident with his wife. Shortly after 8 the message that really rang alarm bells came through. “Part of the journey is the end.” From there it spiralled to very clear suicidal talk. I have absolutely no experience with this so I ran out of the office and up the road to the police station. They took screen shots of the conversation and all the information I had. They found his address, which I didn’t have, and got people to go and check on him.

Thankfully within half an hour he was safely in an ambulance having done nothing more serious than drink a lot of alcohol. They kept him in overnight for psychological assessment and he was home again this afternoon. He sent me a message thanking me. I don’t think I did anything more than most people I know would do and I couldn’t have lived with myself if I hadn’t done something. Who knows if it is a real attempt on his own life or just a cry for help?

Please look after yourselves and those around you. It was a very rough way to start the day, for both of us.

The great Dane

My models usually put a lot more pressure on themselves than I do to achieve a certain level of fitness or lean-ness for a shoot. The beauty of organising a photo shoot with a gay man in Sydney a few weeks before Mardi Gras means they are likely to be in amazing shape. Dane definitely was.

As you can see, Dane looks after himself very very nicely. I don’t even want to contemplate the body fat difference between the two of us but his dedication certainly worked for the photos.

Not only did the poor guy have to get up super early to meet me at a location a good 40 minute drive away, he had to do it for a complete stranger in an untested location. We were lucky with beautiful lighting and moody skies too. There were a few fishermen around but they really didn’t take any notice of the hot man walking around nude. The fools.

Dane is this week’s download available now from my online shop. Don’t forget all the downloads are still available (apart from Bohemian which had to be removed at the request of the model), so have a browse and buy them all!

Something to work towards

In the past few years, whenever I’ve said I will perform a circus routine, I’ve either chickened out a week or two before or had to pull out due to injury. Performing doesn’t come naturally to me. Before a show I will be so nervous I’ll be outside throwing up. It feels like I sabotage my chances of performing well by not rehearsing enough or training properly.

Well today my friend and cloud-swing teacher told me that my circus school is aiming to put on a show for the Sydney Fringe Festival in September. So even though I’m only very much a newbie to cloud-swing she thinks I know enough and have time to really work on a routine. There’s an audition process so there’s no guarantee but I like having 6 months to work on it.

Today’s lesson was a lot of fun and I’m starting to feel less panicked up on the apparatus. The way it moves is so different to the apparatus I’m used to, the aerial silks. It has just as much of a habit of bruising and burning though, so at least that is familiar!

Now I just need to get my shit together, practice and build a routine. Obviously the video below is not me but it’s this apparatus. There are not many men doing static cloud swing apparently.

The power of celebrity

Michael Jackson and R Kelly are having rather spectacular falls from grace this week. Leaving Neverland, the documentary about MJ’s systematic abuse of two young boys, started airing here in Australia last night and footage of R Kelly having a melt down in front of a calm Gayle King has gone viral this week.

Both men have had rumours about their behaviour for years but it feels like those years are up. Michael of course has been dead for ten years but R Kelly is panicking. Both men have their supporters. Fans of Michael Jackson refuse to believe that he was capable of such things. It’s like Trump supporters. How far do they have to go to actually cross a line with their supporters? The power of celebrity seems to buy a lot of forgiveness with a lot of people. Just because you love Michael’s music doesn’t mean he wasn’t a manipulative predator of children.

Here in Australia it’s our male sports stars that get this treatment. Cricketers, Rugby League players and Aussie Rules Football players all have huge scandals but don’t seem to feel the full weight of the law even if they glass their girlfriends in the face, have drug scandals, rape scandals. The list goes on.

Why are we forgiving these people just because they’ve released some banger music or played spectacular football? Celebrities are people too and the bad ones deserve to be prosecuted and treated as criminals.

Any ideas?

A man I know and have known for a few years as an acquaintance now is exploring his sexuality. His marriage to his wife isn’t in a good place for whatever reasons and he has told me he no longer puts a label on his sexuality.

He asked me if there were any WhatsApp groups for guys like him so he could chat to other gay/bi men about their concerns, fears, desires etc. WhatsApp didn’t seem like the right forum but I also had no other ideas to help him.

Does anyone out there know of any online groups where he might be able to chat to other guys exploring their desires to have sex with other men? There are a lot of options out there for actually exploring sex with other men but not many forums to talk things through that I personally am aware of.

If people could comment with suggestions that would be very much appreciated!

So much fun!

Being a fan of Kylie Minogue wasn’t something that was very cool when she first started out way back in 1987. She sold lots of records but not many people admitted to buying them. I’ve been a fan since I was the 13 year old boy in Wollongong who didn’t realise he was gay.

I will never have a definitive answer to the question I’ve been asked by dozens of people over the years, “Why is Kylie so popular with the gays?” What I do know is that even when I don’t love an album or a song that she releases, I still love her.

Last night was her first Australian show on the Golden Tour. We are always after the UK and Europe and she usually finishes the tour back in the UK for festival season there. I took two girlfriends who had never seen her live before and while it was one of the smaller productions she’s done in years, it was just as much fun as I hoped.

The video below is from 2002 in Kylie’s Fever tour and it’s one of my favourite moments from any Kylie show I’ve seen and that is 10 different shows now I think. Last night she looked like she was having just as much fun as the rest of us up there. Loved it!


When my friend Troy put his hand up to replace a model that had to cancel a while ago it was his first photo shoot. A week later we did his second which we already had planned.

This time we had Troy outside in amongst the gritty sand and beautiful sandstone on a little beach about 45 minutes from Sydney. Troy, as you can see is very comfortable naked and isn’t shy at all.

This week’s download is the result of that photo shoot called Sand/Stone. I’ve been to the beach a few times with Troy, always nude but I did discover he hates the sand. He’d much rather sit on the rocks where he doesn’t have to worry about it so it was with trepidation that I asked him to roll around in the very coarse sand at this beach. Baring in mind he was also covered in a light layer of oil to make his skin sheen so the sand stuck really well as you’ll know when you watch the behind the scenes video below.

Click here to buy Sand/Stone and any of the other 60 downloads on my website!

It’s a drag

Over the last two days I’ve been doing drag at a work event. I hadn’t done drag in ten years. It is a lot of fun to put on a completely different identity for a while and have some fun but it raised some thoughts in my head.

You get a lot of attention in drag and that can be great fun and not bad for the ego but then you realise it’s a bit of a novelty. In some ways I imagine it’s what the super hot guys get, superficial attention but the difference with them is people want to shag them.

Last week when Billy Porter turned up on the red carpet in a tuxedo ball-gown mashup the gay world responded with “Slay queen!” etc etc but would any of them shag him? Probably not. All these same guys last night on the Mardi Gras floats were in just the right swimwear/underwear with a perfectly flattering elastic harness. Camp but still emphasising their maleness.

I’m as guilty of it as anyone. As I said to my colleague yesterday, in drag I have the confidence to chat and flirt with the hot people I wouldn’t normally but I don’t have the appeal. Drag is a lot of fun and I definitely believe more people should have a go at it in their life but it is literally emasculating.

So smooth

Tomorrow night I’m doing something I haven’t done in about ten years. At a work function I’m doing drag. It’s funny that even though I’m not particularly hung up on being “masculine” in the way a segment of the gay world is, I’m finding that I’m worried how I’ll be perceived in the office afterwards.

Regardless of that, I’m actually looking forward to it. Getting up in a costume is a lot of fun and you get to be someone completely different for a night. I’m not looking forward to the killer high heels for three hours though. They may hurt my feet but they are fabulous.

In preparation of the evening I have just removed all my body hair. Granted I’m far from a hairy person but I figure if I’m doing drag, I’m doing it right. So now my legs, under arms, chest and even my arms are devoid of hair. I quite like having smooth legs but even that is too much effort to maintain so there’s no way I’d maintain my underarms etc.

Fingers crossed I don’t make an arse of myself tomorrow night. It should be a fun night and if you can’t do drag this close to Mardi Gras, when can you?


On Saturday night I finally got around to watching Bohemian Rhapsody. I’m not going to talk about the movie itself or the controversies around it. I want to talk about the AIDS crisis that was central to the unfortunate demise of Freddy Mercury.

As a young man I was hitting puberty as the AIDS crisis took hold and scared the world. Possibly it scared me more than some because, even though I didn’t know it at the time, I was gay and it was being called the “Gay disease”.

I think for guys like me of that era, it is why some of us took longer to be convinced of the merits of PrEP as a safe option. Growing up I was convinced that anyone who had sex without a condom was going to die because that’s what happened to men like Freddy at the time.

As it turned out I wasn’t sexually active for a long time after and the hysteria had died down and men were living a lot longer, and very happy rich lives by the time I came out. It’s people in the public eye like Freddy who did announce he was dying of AIDS, sadly only 24 hours before his death, who started the long and still not complete job of reducing the stigma of HIV and AIDS.

I will forever be grateful that I got through my early gay years without contracting HIV and now live in a world of ever diminishing transmissions.