The more images I see from Confest the more I think it’s less like Burning Man and more like a big hippy camping festival, which is nearly as cool, and probably more nude. Guys covered in mud and leaves wrestling nude does look pretty cool doesn’t it?
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I tell you what, the guy in this video might need some TLC after this shoot. I’m happy to volunteer my services!
By now we are all familiar with the Gods of Football calendar shot by Pedro Virgil, which I’m sure is hanging on several walls around the globe. You can now order the Making of DVD from the website, soon to be followed by selected stores. Directed by Grant Carroll it’s choc full of muscle jock footballer goodness.
NRL’s 2008 Golden Boy, David “Wolfman” Williams is the coverboy of the DVD, thankfully, minus his trademark beard and showing a lot of skin! The boys were shot all over Sydney and around Australia, as they cover two codes of football, Rugby League and Australian Rules. They have quite different body types, but they all fall into one category… HOT!
I’m making this a bit of a video day. Today’s workout is my least favourite out of the four days and it’s also my training buddies least favourite as well. Him, because it’s legs and he’s had problems with his knees, and for me because it’s also shoulders and I don’t seem to be very strong in the shoulders. Having said that, I’m enjoying workouts at the moment and the lead up to mardi gras and my vanity seem to be combining well to motivate me to get out of bed.
I don’t know much about this video but I get the impression it’s from an online series which clearly is aimed at breaking down gay barriers. I thought this was really funny. I hope you enjoy it too.
From everything I’ve read, seen and heard, Confest is about as close to a Burning Man vibe as Australia gets. It’s got the usual suspects of fire twirlers, hippies, musicians, dreadlocks, artists and as you can see, naked people. I’m not quite sure when or where it is or what the story is at all, but I know these people look like they are having a great time.
If there are any readers out there who have been to confest and have a story to tell, I’d love to hear it.
Since we’ve switched back to our old gym routine I’m actually enjoying the workouts and have been good about going 4 mornings per week.
I wonder, is it reasonable and ok to use a fantasy to get you out of bed and to the gym? Years ago in my early/mid teens, I did the swim leg of a triathlon as part of a team. I was a very skinny little thing but a strong swimmer. The water was cold so, as soon as I was out of the water and handed over to my team mate, I headed to the showers.
The sight that greeted me (once I’d stopped shivering enough to focus) was to become a lasting fantasy. There were 4 or 5 communal showers at the end of the room and long open benches and the room was full of men happily stripping off and showering together and chatting while they were completely naked. These were triathletes, so there were a lot of good bodies around. Ever since, I’ve loved the idea of sex in a changeroom.
So, with that in mind, I will haul my butt out of bed in the morning and get myself to my workout. I rarely see sights that equal the fantasy, but that’s what fantasies are all about.
These guys have featured several times on Aussielicious. They are Dusty and Garet, who together make up The Scenic Boys. They travel their nearby countryside exploring the wilderness and sharing their adventures with us. They seem to be totally devoted to each other and on the same wavelength, as this montage of them being all smoochy etc shows.
ScenicBoys: Let Your Love Flow ‘08 from scenicboys on Vimeo.
Ok, it’s the end of a long day and I’m tired and in a grumpy mood. The last week or so I seem to have had some pretty negative comments, thankfully the vast majority of you seem to get me or even if you don’t get a particular post you just move on to the next one. Tonight I can’t deal with potentially pissing someone off. I know it’s going to happen whatever I write but since I’ve just had someone tell me I’m a pervert who lies on my lounge obsessing about nudity and wanting a boyfriend I’m giving up for the night.
This video is most of a Kylie song from about 1997 when she was dabbling with an “indie” sound. It wasn’t released as a single and the album of this era “Impossible Princess” was a commercial disaster in the UK but we Aussies loved it. It’s become a bit of a cult Kylie album. This song is called “Free”. She mashed a bit of this into “Slow” for the X tour last year.
Chatting to a friend on email today while trying to stave of a boredom induced coma at work, he mentioned that he and his boyfriend were having some mandatory nude time this coming weekend to celebrate the fact that it’s the anniversary of the night they met.
I wholeheartedly take the credit for introducing those two at the first nude gathering we had. Those two spent the night together, and while there were a few early bumps, they are the kind of couple that are just supposed to be together. They argue like any couple and have their ups and downs but they have the same sense of humour and similar opinions on a lot of things.
Apparently the other day they were making their way home from the nude beach in their car. They were driving home nude and when they got home they pulled up at some traffic lights and both jumped out of the car and did a nude lap around the car while the lights were red.
One of my work colleagues and his girlfriend are also absolutely perfectly matched. You’d have to be to put up with some of the stuff that comes out of this boy’s mouth, but they just make each other laugh constantly these two.
221 years ago today, the first fleet of European settlers arrived on Australian soil. Today, I’ve been sitting in the botanic gardens over looking the harbour having a picnic with some friends.
I’m a bit sunburnt, I haven’t had enough to eat and I’m tired but I’ve had a really great day. Very relaxed, and spent it with great people. Now I’m off to a barbecue, where hopefully after some food, I’ll pick up a bit of energy. It won’t be a late night for me. I’ve got to get up early for gym in the morning.
I’ve just finished re-watching “Shelter”. It’s a great movie with a very believable portrayal by the lead actor of coming out, with everyone asking questions and demanding a rational explanation of what’s going on when you don’t really know it yourself.
A couple of the scenes got me all misty eyed for that early love stuff, the first kiss, the passion, those giggle stupid things you do together. All stuff I haven’t experienced in a very very long time.
My own coming out, while not blissful and full of rainbows and acceptance from family was a pretty smooth one. As discussed in my recent counselling sessions, it was handled in my usual way of going from point A, straight, to point B, gay with very little emotional thought or time in between which does work against me at times.
My first ever sexual contact with another man happened while I was dating my last girlfriend. I was at the nude beach and wondering naively why all these people were going for a walk around the rocks. So I went for a walk. I found a guy in the bushes looking at me, stroking himself. Initially I held back but after a while the curiosity got the better of me. The guilt I felt for weeks afterwards, thinking everyone in the street knew what I’d done. It happened again not long afterwards with another guy, with less guilt by this stage and more curiosity.
Within two or three weeks of breaking up with my last girlfriend, I had met my first boyfriend. To this day I don’t know that I’ve had sex as good. Whether it was him, or my beginner’s enthusiasm I don’t know. Sadly he tried to suck the life out of me by trying to embed himself in every aspect of my life, wanting to move in together after two weeks, joining my surfclub (unsuccessfully) and just wanting to somehow meld into the same person.
Within a month of me coming out to my family and the usual emotional rollercoaster that goes with that, tears and tantrums included, I ended it with Scott. He then proceeded to turn up at my work, my house, call me, my friends and my sister, whom I was sharing a house with, crying and being wildly dramatic. He was even heard to utter the words “I’m all alone and all I can hear are my tears echoing around the house”. He deserved an Academy Award for best actor in the role of Victim in life - The Movie.
Since then, I came to terms quite quickly with being gay. From meeting Scott to telling my family and all my friends took less than six months. While I am quite comfortable being gay, I don’t think, like a lot of people, I’m entirely sure of who I am and what I want. It’s been said many times that I won’t find anyone special until I’m content with who I am. I know that, and I’m working towards it using stuff I picked up from the counsellor and recognising things that I do wrong, as I do them or when I’m about to. Here’s hoping it works.
It’s one of the hottest days we’ve had in a long time today. 40 degrees celsius, which is 104 Farenheit for you somewhere else in the world. I spent a few hours on the nude beach with a bunch of mates, regularly jumping in the water to cool off. It was beautiful, but after a few hours, the time had come to get out of the sun so I wouldn’t end up with heat stroke.
I’ve had some lunch and chilled out around the house, as much as one can in this heat, and now I’m getting ready for the pool party birthday bbq.
Last summer here in Sydney was a bit ordinary, and that’s being polite. It was wet more than sunny and just not good for my favourite past time, nude beach laziness.
I complain in winter when it’s cold, so now that it’s scorchingly hot no words of complaint about the heat shall pass these lips. It’s hot, it’s humid and it’s sweaty, but I’m loving it. Granted, it’s not ideal for sleeping etc, but that’s what fans and air conditioning are for.
It’s the Australia Day long weekend here this weekend and we get Monday off as well. Yay. Tomorrow I’m heading to the nude beach with a couple of mates to soak up some sun and warmth and relax before heading to a mate’s birthday pool party in the afternoon evening. What a great day it’s going to be. Even if the predicted thunderstorm hits, it’s going to be one of those spectacular summer storms. Love those.
The last couple of nights has seen me being very frisky with no outlet for action. I’ve spent time online looking for local boys to play with but to no avail. On the rare occasions I’m really in the mood to get down and dirty with someone, there isn’t anyone around.
Tonight I was going to head to a sauna/bathouse for some horny action with complete strangers even after I was recognised by three readers of Aussielicious last time I went, one of whom gave me a glowing review in the comments here… we like that. It’s been about 6 months since I was there last and I haven’t had a lot of action since and even less of it much good. But today, in Sydney’s scorching weather, the last thing I feel like doing is getting stuck to a vinyl wipe clean mattress in a sweaty dingy gay sauna. I’m not in the least bit horny today. Oh well… another time.
