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The last few weeks have been absolutely insane for me with 3 rehearsals a week for the Aerialize shows, gym, pole dancing and trying to maintain a regular job and a social life leading up to christmas. The first thing to suffer when I’m busy is my diet. I haven’t cooked for myself for at least two weeks which is awful.

I don’t know why they call that part at the bottom of your fridge the crisper, because all my veggies turn to liquid in there.

I was supposed to do a pole routine at a friend’s pole dancing studio tonight but I’ve cancelled because now that all my busy stuff is over, this weekend my body seems to have just said “Enough!” and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and have barely moved off the lounge. I feel guilty and bad for doing that to her but the studio is over an hour’s drive away for a 2 minute routine and then over an hour driving back. Not tonight.

So the next two weeks off work are going to be good food, good company, family Christmas, lots of time nude on the beach and looking after myself. But right now, disc 2 of season 6 of Sex and the City is waiting.

Vilain Garcon are having a 20 days 20% off sale, and you’ve only got 5 days left to order your naughty stuff.

The sale finishes on Xmas day so you’d better get in quick to make the most of the discount! I’m sure the boys will be releasing more great stuff next year too, so keep your eyes and ears open. It’s important to look stylish when you are being naughty!

SameSame has announced their annual list of the 25 most influential gay people in Australia, ranging from 20 year old Olympic golden boy Matthew Mitcham to 80 year old Activist John Challis, an original member of Mardi Gras.

Others in the list are musicians, a police woman, tv presenter and a host of others. It shows just how much my knowledge of gay issues is lacking that I would actually struggle to come up with 25 public(ish) gay figures, let alone influential ones.

Read the article and vote here.

From the time of Da Vinci and Michaelangelo, the nude figure study has been a staple of art and with those two and many other leading art figures being gay, art history is filled with sketches, paintings and sculptures of beautiful nude men.

The “ideals” of the perfect man have changed over the years and provide an interesting history of the changing tastes in figures and grooming habits. These are all very modern examples of the male nude study obviously looking at the styles and the muscled gym bodies of the subjects.

I posed for a painter last year who works from photographs and it’s definitely something I enjoyed doing. I’d love to do it again and if there are any artists out there looking for a subject, let me know!

A friend messaged me on Facebook yesterday asking if it was me in Tetu magazine, which took me by surprise as I wasn’t expecting it to be out yet. But sure enough we are there. The shots look really good and seem to disguise just how cold it was, although one of the boys in particular has plenty of room for shrinkage.

It was a tough morning for me. I was 8 years old than the closest to my age, two of the boys have pretty good six packs and one of them has the weapon of mass destruction in his aussiebums that the U.S. have been looking for in Afghanistan for years. How the hell do you pick which guy is safest to stand next to in a photo with that lineup? You don’t. You sit down, shut up and try not to look old.

aussieBum have just posted a video flashback to 2006 shooting a hot American model over in Broome W.A. It pretty much speaks for itself. Hot man, good scenery, small amount of clothing. Nice.

Writing this sitting here yawning this morning I’m thinking about last night. I was sitting in Row 13 at the Kylie concert last night and loving every second of it and looking around the crowd when I realised that with this percentage of the gay population of Sydney in the room at least a good handful of ex-shags were probably there too. Indeed I even saw a few of them.

By Sydney’s standards I’m practically a virgin but I’m happy to admit I’ve had my slutty phases. There is a strange phenomenon in Sydney. It has a reputation for being a big gay ol’ town but it’s really quite small, the gay scene anyway, so the chances of running into ex-boyfriends and ex-shags is high. For some reason it’s acceptable to completely ignore someone in the street even if you’ve had your dick inside them or visa versa.

I can finally answer the question about the guy at the gym that I couldn’t figure out if he was gay or not. Well, I’m making an educated guess that a man that turns up to a Kylie concert with two other guys and no women… gay. That is a double edged sword. Yay, there’s a slight hope that I’d have a chance but now is he taken, not interested or shy?

Today I was chatting to someone who I’d met only recently and he asked if I wanted to head to the beach together this weekend, to which I asked which beach and he replied with one of Sydney’s nude beaches. Now I know it’s irrational but for some reason I wouldn’t have picked this guy as a nudie but it turns out he’s been a nudie since he was 17.

I was totally shy until my early 20′s. NO ONE saw me nude at all. Once I started going to nude beaches that all disappeared and now most of my friends have seen me nude at some point. It got me thinking, when did you start getting nude socially?

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I just stumbled across this video on another blog somewhere and thought it might make a few of you smile, and another few drool… It’s not a long video but it’s one beautiful butt.

Last night I found religion. I’d been caught up periodically before but last night I reaffirmed my faith along with thousands of others.

It had all the hallmarks of religion. Purple featured heavily in drapery, thousands of faithful making a pilgrimage to places not often ventured, and those same faithful being whipped into a delirious fervour at the hands of one charismatic leader. This was Kylie’s first concert in Australia in two years, the debut of her X 2008 tour on our shores after touring Europe, Asia, South America and New Zealand.

In my humble opinion, this is the kind of organised religion I could get into. Firstly there’s someone being worshipped who is real and there is evidence of their deeds. Jesus was real, I accept that, but really, I’m sceptical about the walking on water and loaves and fishes, whereas Kylie can jump sideways down stairs two at a time in stilettos and the smiles last night went further than any loaves and fishes were going to.

I’m led to believe that Kylie is releasing “Boombox”, a disc of remixes of hits, early next year, and a friend has also heard a rumour of an album of new material as well… but I’ll wait and see. In the mean time, I’m so enrapture by my new religion I’m going to mass again on Wednesday night and sitting MUCH closer! Yay.

This little piece from Rufskin caught my eye. Now I’m not normally one for fetish wear like harnesses but I think this would compliment my pole routine outfit really well. What do we think? I’m not sure what size I’d be so I’ll have to do some research for it. There’s also an idea I had for a headpiece kinda thing that I really want to get made as it will go well with the pole outfit and the routine I want to put together for silks. I’m trying to get a bit of a theme going.

The Gods Of Football are back and looking hotter (and more nude) than ever. Once more the proceeds from this hot calendar are going to the McGrath foundation to raise money to fight Breast Cancer so hot nude men really does equal good things. Pedro Virgil has once again been the man behind the lense for the project and he’s captured them in all their glory.

Can we please just take pause to consider the package on the man second from the left? Please feel free to click on the photo to look at it larger. The man is either very well endowed or he’s stolen the football they were using as a prop. No wonder he’s wearing underwear in the shot, he probably couldn’t hide what ever is in there with his hands.

Last night saw the final two shows for us in the annual show. I went to bed at 3 after a few drinks with the cast and crew. We had a great night and a lot of fun. For some reason I woke up at 8am instead of getting a good sleep in. I went to the nude beach with some frieends but after a couple of hours I felt like I was going to pass out and throw up from exhaustion, so I made my way home and passed out for two hours. Much Better.

In two hours I’ll be getting on a train to go and see Kylie’s X2008 tour. I’m so excited. I haven’t seen Kylie for a couple of years on her Showgirl Homecoming tour. This show is supposed to be spectacular. I’ll keep you posted!

Yesterday I raced from work to Aerialize to get ready for the first show. All in all I’d say it went pretty smoothly. The crowd ooh’d and aah’d in the right spots and there were no dramas. Well one of our class never showed up but we actually don’t care. Let’s call her Ms L. Ms L has been a bone of contention for all in the class including the teacher this term.

She’s always late by about half an hour, and when it came time to start putting our act together she was pushing for all the big tricks and more tricks and more time in the spotlight. Then she announces at the final rehearsal, the first one she hasn’t been late for, that she’ll be up the coast until 5pm yesterday. Where she was going is a good 2 hours away and on a stormy Friday night in traffic there was no way she was going to make it.

Our routine didn’t look too strange without her, we’d never pandered to her hunger for the spotlight. It just pissed a lot of people off and she’s being called today to be told not to bother turning up for the two shows today.

I’m on my first coffee this morning, soon to be followed by another one. Then it’s back to Aerialize at 12 to prepare for a 2pm and 8pm show. I promise I’ll post a bit tomorrow.

I’ve just got home from the big final dress rehearsal for tomorrow’s and saturday’s shows.
It’s 12.30 and I’m really ready for bed. Sorry, that’s as interesting as I’m going to get tonight. It would be nice if there was someone to cuddle but that aint happening tonight.