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I’ve not long arrived home from a 12 hour day at work. Thankfully, work has got a temp in for the week and probably longer. We’ve been a bit too swamped for too long now and we’ve got projects coming up for weeks and weeks and weeks. So I’ve just got home, eaten something and opened a beer. I’m sitting here enjoying the beer, blogging nude with the heater on. Once I’m done, I’m going to have a shower and/or a wank and head to bed. I missed my class tonight so I’m extra keen to go to the gym in the morning.

At this time of year every year, I’m flooded with images of all these people out there taking part in the World Naked Bike Ride. Sadly here in Australia, it’s the World nearly Naked Bike Ride because anyone riding naked would be arrested. It’s great to see that in other cities where nudity isn’t legal, for this event it’s tolerated. All those Brits out there braving what is typically unpredictable weather with their bits out. Such a shame that Australia can be so open minded at times and completely prudish and backward at others.

One day, likely in a time far removed from where I am now, I plan on being in a position to spend up big on art. Sure there are artists who come to mind for a lot of people, like Warhol, Picasso etc that anyone with serious cash would like to buy, but my goals, at least initially are a bit more patriotic.

My favourite photographer, and my two favourite painters are all actually living and are all Australian. Maybe it’s some strange sense of patriotism kicking in, or maybe it’s just that these three living, gay, Australians capture images that reflect the way I see, or would like to see the world.

I’m lucky enough to own a print of a Ross Watson piece, but I dream of having an original painting in my possession one day. Somewhere nearby will be a James Houston photograph and also featuring will be Jeffrey Smart, a living legend in the Australian painting world. It’s nice to dream. One day…

It’s no secret that I really love the work of Aussie born, NYC based photographer James Houston. His asthetic and exquisite style has influenced my photography and caught my eye many years ago now. Today, while out catching up with a friend and wandering around, I ducked into a bookshop that has a lot of good stuff and there it was. Raw Moves was the only book by James that I didn’t have. Raw, One and Move all having sat comfortably on my bookshelf for some time. So when I saw Raw Moves in the shop for a teeny tiny $17, I grabbed it and it’s now in my possession along with the others.

It was shot back in 1997, using Australia’s top 3 dance companies, The Sydney Dance Company, The Australian Ballet and The Bangarra Dance Theatre. Incredibly it was shot in just five days. It just proves that when things are right, they are just right.

AussieBum has just launched their new range of swimwear, called Precision. As usual it comes with a hot video full to the brim of hot men that I just can’t seem to get a good enough look at. Their new video technique is like being tied to a chair at crotch height in the middle of a catwalk overcrowded with hotness in their swimwear and not knowing where to look. Before you know it, it’s all over…

There’s something beeping in my room… I can’t find the source and it’s a little unnerving. Every few minutes there’s a quick double beep of something electronic, and it’s got me baffled. I haven’t introduced anything new into the room. So far my only thoughts are the sensor thing in the corner of the ceiling, or in a grand conspiracy theory kinda way, maybe aliens have snuck in and are watching and communicating.

Um… why is it the things that are probably bad for you are always the most attractive. This guy is Anthony Lowther. He’s just plain hot. He’s English, 28 years old and did I say HOT? He has such an interesting look. It’s not Ken Doll pretty but it’s just as hot, if not more so, because it’s an intriguing look.

There’s one problem, and this is where the bad for you bit comes in. He hangs out with Katie Price, AKA Jordan, busty, plastic, fame-hungry, D-list celebrity and soon to be divorced from equally D-list Aussie expat, Peter Andre. I’m going to go out on a limb and suggest that Anthony is either a bit of your classic himbo. That is, very pretty but a bit dim. Either that, or he’s incredibly smart and realises that hanging out with Jordan will get you noticed by the paparazzi and the likes of Perez Hilton and his career might just take off because of it.

Which ever it is, I could sit here and look at him for hours.

These students in Otago New Zealand decided to honour the French National touring Rugby side’s nude pedigree in the Dieux Du Stade calendars before the French battled the famous All Blacks team. How did they do this? They had a nude rugby match in Logan Park. I love that it was still a full contact game even though the guys are all nude and I’m assuming straight. Looks like the crowd enjoyed the show too.

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This week’s “scandal” with photos of Oscar winner Dustin Lance Black having sex being leaked around the internet apparently with the video to soon follow, has got me thinking about the internet and breaking trust and invading privacy.

Dustin made a video and took photos, like thousands of people have in the age of digital cameras, trusting that those images were not going to be shared with any parties not involved. He’s not the first person to have that trust broken and I’m sure he won’t be the last.

On this blog in the past, I had posted images of guys on nude beaches taken clearly without consent. Someone asked me how I would feel if that were to happen to me and I still haven’t worked out the answer. Honestly, I’d probably be a bit pissed off but (in typical libran fashion) I’d also be thinking that well I was out in public. The former would outweigh the latter by a fair way I think.

Those photos from hidden cameras in locker rooms etc are a huge breach of trust and, basically, the law. Sure, the voyeur in all of us loves being able to check out guys when we shouldn’t be able to, but in thinking all this over, I’ll only be posting photos where I can safely assume the photographer was in plain sight of the person being photographed. This brings me to the photo above. I’m not entirely sure that the photographer was in plain sight, or even close, but really, the guy in the photo is stripped off completely in a very public and non-clothing-optional environment. To me, this shot is like doing the San Francisco Bare to Breakers run, or the World Naked Bike Ride. You go out in public where you shouldn’t be nude, then you are fair game.

God I can’t wait for the weekend to do what I like, get out and about and find me some happy after a week full of angry, unwell and deeply sad (the last one wasn’t me). Thankfully some friends are coming back from overseas on the weekend and I can’t wait to have a big hug from them. They are very dear friends who I always have a good laugh with.

Please, if you are battling with some dark demons, talk to someone, anyone. Find a close friend, go to a counsellor, call your mum, anyone. One of my housemates is struggling through some very bleak thoughts at the moment which came to a head last night. She’s ok, kinda for now, but needs some help which she’s struggling to accept.

I’ve still got nearly two months before I go up to the Northern Territory for a break, but I can’t wait. Given all the drama here after the last couple of days, you would have thought we had enough, but last night we had even more. I can’t go into it as it’s a very personal issue for one of my flatmates but it’s serious.

I don’t think I’m going to get to skinnydip or hang out nude by the campfire on my holiday but I can’t wait all the same. Getting out of the city, a LONG way out of the city and seeing more stars than I ever have, breath clean air and see some beautiful wilderness.

SO, not only did I come home to being burgled yesterday, and having $300 cash stolen from our house, then the guy who came to change the locks for us charged us $825!!!!! Fuck, we’ve already been robbed once!

While we were waiting for Mr Lock-thief to do his work and chat to the police, I started having a pain in my stomach. It woke me up at 2 am and didn’t let me sleep much after that. So at 5.45 I took myself off to the hospital to have it looked at. “It’s probably just a virus” they said after telling me I didn’t have any symptoms of appendicitis. So all day I’ve been moving between being uncomfortable and in pain, pure and simple. Of course I couldn’t take the day off work, I hate taking days off sick and I wasn’t in crippling agony. The other designer called in sick too which wouldn’t be so bad but the big project he has been working on was due to go to print today and it’s really weird working on another designer’s job, but we got there in the end.

There’s a new gay travel resource for you all to use! Stays 4 Gays is a great new site with lots of different bits and pieces for us homosexual travellers (when we can afford it) to use to find the most suitable place to stay. I covers events, parties and all different styles of travel and accommodation. It even has a gay camping ground listing!

It’s only new but it looks great and has lots of information already and is growing all the time. So, if you are planning a trip, have a poke around the site and see what you can find.

Firstly let me apologise for the lack of posts over the last few days. We’ve had some internet issues here at the house.

Now on to the cause of my swearing. I was planning on achieving a fair bit this evening at work but had a phone call from my housemate. She’d come home to find the back door wide open and the $300 rent that my other housemate left for me missing from the bench along with the spare set of keys. So right now we are waiting on the police to arrive and the locksmith is doing several hundred dollars worth of lock replacements as I type. It’s going to cost us about $200 each. Shit fuck wank tits. Not happy.