In the last week something has changed in my outlook. I don’t know if it’s the ride on the slut bus to whore-town or just maybe a slight shift in the confidence that some of the slutty attention has created, but I don’t feel a desperate urge to find a father to my labradors anymore. It may not last but it’s a very nice place to rest a while and relax.
Without the glare in my eyes from the neon sign flashing desperate at every man who walks past, with that annoying buzzing that comes with neon crassness, life looks a little rosier. I’ve always liked my life but, at least for now, contentment seems to be starting to come my way. I can’t honestly say a husband wouldn’t be a wonderful thing, even a good stint at dating, but life is nice.
Update: I’ve removed the photos because one of them was causing some problems. I had posted it in a hurry last night and on closer inspection yes, the guys were a bit young. I apologise for any offence taken. It was certainly not my intention. I believe the photo was taken for a nudist magazine many years ago but in the context of this blog may have been inappropriate.
I haven’t managed to get into Twitter yet. To be honest I haven’t even looked into it. I’m fairly over extended online as it is and who the hell cares what i’m up to in 140 characters or less? Aussiebum are on twitter and Lloyd is lucky enough to be on the inside and filmed this behind the scenes footage on a shoot just recently!
The Classic De Novo exhibition is about to take Berlin by storm with Ross Watson unveiling the new piece (above left) at the exhibition which is to be opened with a special appearance of one of Ross’ models, porn start Alex Baressi. Those of you in or near Berlin should go and see his work. I know one of my readers doesn’t seem to like Ross’ work, but I know I do.
Oh to live the life of Dylan Rosser. He must have a constant stream of incredibly hot guys just stripping their clothes off for him. Apparently Rafael here is packing some serious equipment, according to Dylan, but I don’t have a membership to The Male Form, so I don’t know. Head on over and report back?
I bring you Christopher Fawcett. Represented by Elite modelling agency this guy is just so pretty it hurts. He isn’t what I’d call hot, but damned pretty. The photos found on DNA in the leather jacket prove where he gets his confidence, from deep between his legs.
Christopher is one of those guys that just screams high fashion model. The kind of guy that the designers of the world put in impossible to wear clothes that we can’t afford. I am intrigued as to the nature of the packing heat shots. He wouldn’t have to show much more before it would be porn and I certainly wouldn’t complain.
This is about as fast as I think I’ll ever put together an episode of Aussielicious TV, but I didn’t take a lot of footage, so you get it tonight. That and the longer I put off going to bed, the longer I can prolong still being on holiday.
In this episode you see my friend Russ passed out on the lounge the first afternoon before I went to the wedding, me making a very un-glamorous naked entrance into the tea tree lake at Tyagrah and a little bit of me looking a bit sad in the car on the way to the airport to drive home.
Dylan Rosser has recently consolidated his three separate websites into one simpler form at his new site The Male Form. Marcel is his latest addition. There wasn’t any other information on offer on the model but we can clearly see he’s got a killer body. Dylan has captured it beautifully.
I’ve just arrived back in Sydney after four blissful days in Byron. I haven’t seen a better collection of hot men in a long time. There is a theory forming in my mind that people on holidays are hotter, probably because they are tanned, wearing less and are incredibly relaxed. The other alternative is that they just seem hotter because they are fresh meat to fellow tourists.
My gym buddy’s wedding was beautiful, his bride stunning and the speaches very tearful. I didn’t have any silly emotional moments. There was one whimsical moment where I thought it would be nice to be able to do this one day but not in a depressed and melancholy way.
We had a beautiful day on King’s beach enjoying the sunshine, sadly I was the only nude one out of my friends and I. The next day we headed to Tyagra lakes but unfortunately, possibly because of higher water levels, there was no mud to be “mudded”. Such a shame, I’d been looking forward to that for a while.
From there we spent the rest of the day at Tyagra beach. After a couple of hours there, my friends all decided to join me in my nudity which was a very pleasant surprise. Only one of them has joined me being nude on the beach before. They all commented at how surprised they were at how relaxed they were about it after while. Well, DUH I told them. THAT’S why I do it!!
This week at work, while not stressful has been long and rather busy, but it’s now over and early tomorrow morning three of us are boarding a plane to meet two others in Byron Bay for four days of relaxation, and a wedding for me.
Weddings can be an emotional experience for me because as yet, I’m not allowed to have one, have no one to have one with but still make me smile and warm inside because you see two people so full of hope and love and expectation.
Another friend is visiting from the Gold Coast for a day and a night and will probably join us at the beach. He’s as prone to stripping off his clothes as I am so that will be good. There are going to be three days with bugger all on the agenda apart from relaxing. I won’t be online until I get home on Tuesday night. So enjoy the break from my ramblings. Go bond with family and friends, masturbate, read a book, whatever it is you feel like doing.
I’ve not long walked in the door from an evening at the sauna or bathouse to you in the U.S. It wasn’t the most successful trip ever with more than a couple of guys not taking the hint easily that I wasn’t interested. Just because we are all there for random casual sex, doesn’t mean we all find each other attractive!
The favourite of the night has reaffirmed why I enjoyed Barcelona so much 7 years ago. Oh lordy the Spanish are a passionate lot aren’t they? He was a little pocket rocket. Not particularly tall but had a stocky hot body and a fire in his loins. No, not in a burning, needs a doctor kinda way.
I’m kinda enjoying the slutty phase right now. Let’s see how long it lasts. I know I still want more but it’s nice to relieve the pressure, so to speak.
Sex & The City devotees will remember an episode where Charlotte goes on a date with a guy who is lovely but gets the chop because when he kisses, he basically licks her face. Last night I caught up with a guy and we had dinner and a drink then had a little fun at his place. He may not have licked my face but his lead attack into the kiss was all tongue, with a defensive line of tongue with a couple of lips thrown in for good measure.
I’ve been told I’m a good kisser and it’s something I definitely enjoy doing and have worked long and hard at. I would love to work long and hard at it again. This year I had a really good intensive training session on Valentine’s Day. Nothing came of the romance but the kissing was sensational.
Back to my point. Bad kissing is evil and should not be allowed. In my personal opinion, wars could be stopped if people had a really good pash/snog/make-out session. It just makes you happy! I know some guys that don’t kiss and I just want to give them a hug and say it’ll be alright. My god don’t they know what they are missing out on?
Over the last couple of years I’ve been like a weary traveller stuck in an airport clinging wildly to my baggage refusing to just accept that I’m stuck in transit and have fun. SO in an attempt to divest myself of excess baggage and stop looking for my white picket home, I’m catching the bus.
Namely the slut bus to whoretown. I think my problem with the scene in sydney is, yes the attitude, but also that I’m jealous of everyone’s outward confidence and ability to put themselves out and about either sexually or just in general. I haven’t had the confidence to do either for a while. I’m trying to reclaim my inner slut and just get some damned action which apparently is harder than it seems. My slut bus seems to be hell bent on breaking down or is busy ferrying the special needs kids to school. I’m determined to keep trying though.
I was online tonight and ran into someone I know through the mardi gras parade and he laughed that my profile said versatile. Insinuating in a very derogatory tone that he knows that I’m a big bottom. If I were, I’d happily admit it. He came to this conclusion because I have several photos of my butt on my profile “and other reasons” which he wouldn’t clarify. Now I don’t care if people do think I’m a bottom. That’s an assumption lots of people have made over the years. In my younger days, apparently blonde and slim visually translates to insatiable bottom. What I was upset about was the tone that being a bottom was lesser somehow than being a top. Why do we do that? Tops would be nowhere without the bottoms that some of them seem to look down on psychologically as much as physically.
Now this is how to train. I don’t know how these were used and I imagine it’s probably part of an online viral campaign rather than something that would be aired on television. While the idea of running nude appeals, surely bits bouncing around a lot might chafe and get sore?
The first video is what I think is the full spot and the second is an extended segment with the hot blondie. Shame about the pixellation dammit.
