Today has been a very long day at work, but not a bad one, just busy. It could be like this all week, I’m not sure. Thankfully work has hired a temp designer for a couple of weeks and she’s doing a fantastic job. Last night I went to bed at about 10pm so that I could get up for the gym this morning but for some reason I couldn’t switch off and actually sleep til about midnight. So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that I didn’t get up at 5.30 and go to the gym.
Monthly Archive for June, 2009
Tomorrow afternoon my flatmate-to-be and I are inspecting a prospective apartment to live. We have less than three weeks to move and nowhere to move yet. Fingers crossed about this place. I personally don’t have a deadline to move but f-t-b does so that’s what’s pushing the situation. We’ve already looked at a couple of other apartments in this complex and they are really nice and brand new so I hope we get it. It’s the right price and has what we want.
I can’t wait to move. It feels like a really good fresh start.
I’ve often been intrigued by the way different artists and photographers can view the same subject. I have taken the very lazy and easy way out and rather than spend a while on google searching for a particular person, I pillaged my own files. Over the past 6 years since I’ve come back from London I’ve posed for several photographers. Granted that sounds really narcissistic, but I genuinely enjoy being part of the creative process, with a healthy chunk of vanity thrown in. Even in the several different shoots that have been nude at the beach/on rocks, they look quite different.
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Last night was the combined 40th birthdays of two of my very dear friends who are also a couple. The party was filled with a very eclectic mix of guys, who, along with the third birthday boy, a vast portion of, had slept with each other. A few people at the party were on a mission to find me a husband but I left without one solitary pash but definitely not disappointed. It was a brilliant night filled with a HEAP of good mates and lots of laughs and apparently several vodkas.
For a room full of gay men with a very tangled web of previous sexual and dating histories I was very pleasantly surprised at a total lack of drama and an abundance of very big smiles and warmth. I guess it shows what great friends these two guys are. Love em to bits.
Years ago women were the only one’s being objectified in advertising. These days it’s open season and who am I as a voyeuristic gay man to complain that men are being paraded around as a piece of meat? Granted, we are now under almost as much pressure to live up to airbrushed unrealistic ideals as women but with fashion shoots like this, I’m easily distracted from the serious concerns and drawn to the pretty shiny naked man in the photos. Click to see him in more frustratingly obscured detail.
Here’s another new range from those people at AussieBum who never stop coming out with new stuff, nor do they stop finding buff bodies to put into their gear. I’m going on a hunch that this is Andreas, but who knows? The abs are hot, the legs are hot and the package is big. Nuff said.
Recently I posted some photos in Black and White making specific mention of a hot man with a beautiful body and a big doodle. A very kind reader has identified him and sent a heap of photos of him. Please make welcome, Hugh Plummer. He has a blog, but sadly it hasn’t been updated in a long time.
It does give us some information how ever. Hugh is a former personal trainer and fitness instuctor who takes pride in his body. We can clearly see that. He’s also got a big cock which he clearly takes pride in. If mine was like that, I’d be getting it out all the time too. I don’t know much about him apart from that, but frankly, I’m just looking so it doesn’t matter.
This blog first gained some wider knowledge and popularity around three and a half years ago when I ran a public nudity challenge. It really took off when someone sent the link to shots of me nude on the steps of the Sydney Opera House (top left in above montage) to Fleshbot, spiking at 17,000 hits in one day.
I’ve attempted to run the public nudity challenge again in the time that has followed but it’s never had the same response. I was looking at some of the pics that guys were so kind to send and amazed at the places some people were willing to strip off. It got me wondering if some/any of these guys still read the blog at all and is it worth attempting to run another challenge?
Some friends of mine routinely disappear out of the country for work for a month or two at a time and I always miss them. Thankfully it’s always very easy and no fuss when we catch up. It’s one of those great friendships that just fits well. Tonight was the first time I’ve seen them since they got back a few days ago. I love friendships like that… they just work.
Gratuitous guys wandering around in not very much, including the increasingly tattooed Jason Beem.
After I did a couple of shoots with Kieran, another photographer asked me if he could approach Keiran to shoot him. I want nothing but success for Kieran so I connected the two and they’ve done a few shoots together now. To say thank you, Simon Le, the photographer offered me a free shoot. Now this guy shoots some seriously hot boys. Under his good lighting, a bit of makeup and some good retouching, I’m really happy with these results. There’s only so much photoshop can do, so to expect to come out looking like Hugh Jackman or Ryan Reynolds might be expecting too much…
There’s a lifestyle/reality show currently airing here in Australia called Homemade. It’s a renovation/decorating/elimination/bitching competition where people compete in teams to renovate two different homes but get eliminated from the poorly performing team.
These two boys are two of the remaining contestants who were all chosen for their looks design skills. Darren (left) may or may not be full of passion for his design but if he is, he’s also full of botox, because even when he’s angry, his face doesn’t move. It’s a pretty face, but I like a man to look like he might be able to at least pretend he’s interested.
Jason… Jason (right) has the guns that could end the middle eastern conflict once and for all. He’s also appeared in a catalogue for a company that my company does work for. Sadly it was before my time. His arms are the kind of arms I fantasize about using as pillows, with caution. I think if I was sleeping on his big bicep and the man sneezed I might lose my head.
Calling all single men. Roll up! Roll up! If you want to meet a man or even if you don’t just by reading this you are endangering your single status. I’ve documented my Love Ebola before. If people are threatened with meeting me, or a date with me, they suddenly find themselves in a wonderful relationship, with someone else. My mates and I are discussing renting me out as a community service. You don’t even have to want a relationship. In fact, you can be actively avoiding one and if I find you remotely attractive, BOOM, you’ll be loved up. I’m sorry.
It’s happened again. I’ve been flirting with and chatting to a guy that I see every couple of weeks at my gym. Two weeks ago I finally got up the nerve to give him my number. He seemed genuinely pleased. Two, three, four days later… no call. One week later, no call. Today I saw him and he said, “Sorry, I’ve just started seeing someone.” I have to say, as pleased as I am that I can bring such happiness to the world, I’m fucking over it. Surely after doing such good community service, after a while, there has to be karma points and I get to have even a little relationship of my own?
















