Aussielicious

I’m still waiting to hear if the Korean baths are going to open soon, as they are a great winter alternative to the beach for being in water and nude. It’s my therapy, well until I get real therapy. Being in the water lets all my baggage float away.

Cherry (yes that’s his real name) was voted out of the Big Brother house on Sunday night and although I don’t think he was the brightest spark in the box, his chest and abs certainly did make for very pleasant viewing. The man has no butt though whatsoever. I’m sure I’d still find something to hold on to!

I haven’t posted much of Chad for a while. There hasn’t been a lot of new shots of him sadly but I guess it keeps the mystery alive.

You’ll notice that posting has been a little light on this week. That’s because I’m house and dog sitting for my sister so I’ve had to pre-post stuff on here and I’m hitting publish day by day as I go. I promise I’ll be back to normal by the end of the weekend.

Ryan Daharsh was a coverboy for DNA some time ago and now he’s with Major Models and is as smoking hot as ever. Can’t you imagine running your hands throuh his hair while you kiss him?

Ah Jamie, where are you now? Jamie won Big Brother two years ago and was a favourite on blogs for some time. Of course it’s obvious why.

Today saw the largest Mass ever held in Australia as World Youth Day kicked off with over 150,000 deluded closeted virgins in town to hear the bigoted ramblings of a former Hitler Nazi Youth member now heading up a wonderfully large organisation of paedophiles.

Sorry, got a bit carried away there but I have a major problem with the Catholic church and organised religion in general. The Pope is officially going to apologise to victims of sexual abuse at the hands of the Catholic Church. In typical catholic confessional tradition, that is expected to absolve them of guilt. I’m sorry? Gay men are an abomination and condoms are evil, both of which are LEGAL, but molesting children just needs a little apology. Fuck off. You’d better not stand too close to me while World Youth Day celebrations are on because I will be blaspheming constantly and may get hit by lightening.

Last night on the daily show for big brother they showed Big Brother playing mind games with the last 5 housemates with two snap evictions but then putting those housemates straight back in.

One of the housemates, Travis (second from the right) who is a straight, a virgin and seems have led a very sheltered life, thinking he’ll catch a disease if he kisses using his tongue. What’s amazed me is the way all the other blokey straight boys have accepted him and grown to really care for him and take him under their wing.

All the boys left towards the end, especially Rory (with the dreadlocks and nice cock) seem to be really big hearted guys being very comfortable showing their emotions and having a cry. They’ve all bonded with Terry the 52 year old Grandmother and it’s refreshing to see.

Every now and then you come across a new photo from the stables of Bel Ami baby-gay-for-pay boys. They are beautiful and the vast majority of them have spectacular bodies, but that’s because they are in that blissful age range where you don’t put on fat but you are starting to build muscle and you have hard-ons just from a gentle breeze. Delicious, but it does make the rest of us feel a little old.

These photos made me think a lot. I’ve wanted to photograph someone covered in mud for a while, just because I thought it would make an interesting shoot. I don’t normally post shots of guys with hard ons on this blog but the guy with the beard obviously likes the feeling of the mud on his body or maybe the other guy applied it for him and that’s what he enjoyed.

I’ve heard that clay can draw all the toxins out of your skin and leave you feeling soft and smooth. Wouldn’t it be cool to do this. They look like they are having a blast.

Sometimes sticking to a tradition really works. Like this nude Rugby match held on a New Zealand beach every year. They call it the Tri-Nations series and this match was fought out with bitter rivals South Africa. Both countries are passionate about their rugby but I don’t think anyone can beat the Kiwis for their obsession with the game. They even did the nude Haka. I don’t know how cold it was there but it might not have been as intimidating as it’s intended to be.

A while back I posted the video of the NYC Grand Central Station freeze where hundreds of improvisation volunteers stood still for a few minutes baffling those around them. Well Improv Everywhere has done it again with this stunt on the subway. I love that they can make the famously jaded New York public laugh and take notice!

A friend has given me some of the episodes of the 4th season of So you think you can dance from the US and I’m just watching the end of the first episode. This guy, Robert Muraine has just popped his way into my awareness and blown me away. I don’t know how people have this much control over their bodies or this much flexibility. He’s incredible and obviously has a sense of humour too. Enjoy.

I’ve just received to comments on my post about random groups of nude guys implying hypocrisy for not posting nude frontal shots of myself on here when I’m trying to promote nudity and acceptance.

I’ve long said on this blog that I won’t post frontal nudes on here of myself because friends and work colleagues read this blog from time to time and  it would make them very uncomfortable.

There is also a huge difference to hanging out naked and being seen naked with friends or on the nude beach or wherever and posting full frontals on the internet.  If you can’t understand the difference and my reasons for not doing it then I don’t know how to explain it to you to make it clear. If I ever have a photo taken that I’m really proud of or think is really good and you happen to be able to see my penis then I may post it but it’s unlikely. I also don’t want to give those select few people out there who in the past have found sport in abusing me, any more amunition to attack me for no reason.

I share quite a lot on this blog and sometimes wonder if that was a mistake because if you share a little, people expect even more. If I didn’t share personal stuff and post some photos of myself, this blog wouldn’t be what it has become and I don’t regret it but don’t have a go at me for sticking to my principles.

And they say this isn’t homo erotic? Yeah, right. They aren’t asking the right people. I found this over at Joqs.

My lesbian flatmate often chat over morning coffees about relationships etc. Today we ended up on penis size.

How often have we gay boys unwrapped something only to be a little disappointed with things coming up short of expectations? I’m no insatiable size queen but there are times when you really crave a Big Mac. The online dating world is renowned for it’s misleading nature. You know how the story goes, his profile says large or extra large and you order in. He arrives on your doorstep and it may come with cheese but it’s no quarter pounder, but more like a kids happy meal. Thoroughly underwhelming.

So we came up with a penis register idea. At the age of 18, every boy has to go into the Central Penis Registry where he’ll be helped to achieve his full potential, and at 18 that shouldn’t be too difficult, let’s face it. Then a standardised measuring will occur, and to those internet guys that say “extra large” when it’s clearly not, you do NOT measure from your butt hole. Then all prospective future dates will be directed to the registry to look up their date to see if he’s been misleading. I think it’s got potential.