In two more sleeps it will all be done. Tonight I took over all my clothes apart from the ones I’m wearing, the ones I’ll be wearing to work tomorrow and the ones I’ll be wearing to move. The unpacking part will be a lot more fun than the packing. I can’t believe I did this 3 times in 12 months before moving in here nearly 4 years ago.
Sadly it seems it takes a move to clean some stuff out. Like the chicken that was buried in the back of the freezer from 2006. Oops. There may be a break in transmission on the blog for a few days until we get internet sorted at the new place but fingers crossed we’ll get that underway tomorrow and connected ASAP.
It’s going to be so nice to take a hot shower in my new bathroom after moving and then not have to worry about getting dressed for a bit!
I’m not a comic kinda guy, never have been. Sure I’ve played superhero games as a kid, who hasn’t? Being a strong swimmer, I’d always fancied myself as Aquaman until I realised just how rubbish he’d be out of water and let’s face it, most terrorists are hijacking planes, not canoes.
So, I really don’t understand the concept of The Green Lantern. Is he a lycra clad dude using a lantern to save the world? I can’t see how that’s going to help anyone other than people trying to get their key in the door. “Thanks Lantern, I got in my door thanks to YOU!”
When I heard that Ryan Reynolds had just landed the coveted role over apparent hopefuls such as Justin Timberlake (??) I did start to change my tune. The man is just hot. He can play tough but in a way that you know he’s going to come home and cuddle you in front of the tv. Doesn’t he just seem like the nicest guy. I’m thinking he’d be a great husband for me, shame he already is one to Scarlett. Oh well, he’s got taste.
In 25 days I take off for Darwin to go on my tour of Kakadu and I can’t wait. Work has been full on for a few months now and it’s not really showing any signs of slowing down soon. Combine that with the stress of moving house, which I’d forgotton just how intense it is, and you have one very tired and grumpy blogger on your hands tonight.
So far this year I’ve only had two days off work apart from weekends and public holidays. That’s no great achievement I know. A lot of people work a lot more stressful jobs than me but I’m really feeling like I need a break. Being the middle of winter I’m also sorely depleted in my Vitamin D reserves. I need to get some sunshine time in and soon! Not only do I feel healthier and sexier with a tan (I know, I know, it’s bad for you) but I think I’m solar powered. I’m a much happier person when I’ve been out in the sunshine soaking it up. By default, being in the sunshine also means I’m not in the office which can’t hurt the cause at all…
I don’t think I’m going to get any skinnydipping opportunities on the tour but I’m dreaming of swimming in beautiful waterholes framed by red rock walls as ancient as our land gets with a blazing blue sky overhead and the call of wild birds on the breeze. 25 sleeps and counting.
Duncan James, of British Boyband “Blue” has officially announced that he’s bisexual. He’s been in intimate relationships with both men and women, fathering a daughter with one of his exes who was also one of the first to find out about his bisexuality.
Duncan has said that he is equally attracted to both men and women and doesn’t rule out settling down with either gender. Blue hit it big in London while I was living there and Duncan here was always my lust object. He just had that cheeky playful sexiness that I find very very attractive. So it’s nice to know that some of my fantasies aren’t entirely out of the question. EXTREMELY unlikely that I’ll ever get to live them out but hey it’s a baby step closer.
The story raises an interesting point about acceptance of bisexuals by the gay community. I’ve read interviews with several bisexual people over the years who all say they don’t really feel accepted by either the straight community or the gay community. Why do we have such an overwhelming desire to label people and define them so finitely that it confounds us when someone says they genuinely feel attracted to both sexes? Do we see bisexuals as being greedy, heaping their plates at the sexual buffet when the rest of us have to decide? Straight men are almost obscenely turned on by the idea of their wife or girlfriend getting it on with another woman. How devastated they’d be if she decided she preferred the other woman to him rather than him swaggering after his show to sort both of them out. Yet most gay men, conversely, would be absolutely mortified at the suggestion of a three-way with a woman. Maybe bisexuality confronts our definition of our own sexuality.
I’ve slept with a handful of women before discovering my love of men and while I would struggle to identify myself truthfully as bisexual, I don’t ever rule out the fact that maybe some day a woman could rock my world. Anne Heche was condemned by the gay community as a loony for going back to men (and losing her marbles in the desert, granted) but Cynthia Nixon (Miranda from Sex and the City) was applauded for finally acknowledging her inner lesbian and settling down with a woman.
So, in part two of “What’s my demographic” I want to know, simply, how you define your sexuality?
Sorry, that’s not a statement about a career change or a money earner on the side. I’ve just packed up all my cd’s, dvd’s and my entire porn collection. Having been single for some time now, porn and I are well acquainted and have a rather fond relationship. In contrast to my flesh and blood relationships, porn and I aren’t monogamous. By default porn can’t be monogamous, but I happily cheat on all my porn on a regular basis. I mean, who wants to commit to Bel Ami twinks when some nights you just want a muscle daddy of your own or a bit of a fetish night?
Tonight I may want passionate, throw each other around the room sex with a muscle boy in a locker room (oh hell yeah), but tomorrow I might want tender, whisper sweet nothings love making on a tropical island. I’m Libran for christ’s sake. We don’t DO decisions easily, if at all.
Sadly, for the sake of a speedy and efficient moving of my residence, tonight I committed to one DVD until I’m all moved. I left it in the player and will only get to swap it when all is moved and probably unpacked. For all of you wanting to know what I’ve committed to… it’s “Communion” by Hot House starring that cheeky but very dirty and lusty Itallion Francesco De Macho.
I don’t actually mean the gym itself, but rather my attendance and motivation this week is suffering. I’ve been fighting and fighting a cough and sore throat for a week now and it’s not getting any better. Factoring in the physical effort of moving house I figure I’m doing enough this week and don’t want to get worse before we actually get fully moved in to the new place on the weekend. I want to be able to enjoy a nice nude glass of champagne with the new flatmate to celebrate and christen the place.
Teamm8 have just launched a new direction in their advertising. It’s a really cool and simple play on their name really running with the mates theme in a very playful and cheeky way. Can we just pause for a moment and check the thighs on the guy spraying the champagne on his mate on the far left? Yummy.
Spending my saturday morning procrastinating over the packing process, I find myself trawling the blogosphere with my second coffee in hand when, with the click of a mouse the world seems to shine a little brighter and prettier. Captain America lives in San Francisco at the age of 25 quietly doing good in the world just by being in it and being so darned pretty in the guise of Sean D Sullivan.
Ex collegiate footballer and all round hunk of beef, Sean is looking for new challenges in life now that football is over. I think he’s found his calling, the kind of calling that draws people to the priesthood, or to save the whales or chain themselves to 200 year old trees. Bound by a sense of duty in the All-American way, Sean’s calling is to brighten the lives of those around him by having very pretty pictures taken of him. He’s too muscly for high fashion modelling and I think we are happy about that because, in that indulgent world of high-fashion, they wear too much. It’s my firmly held belief that Sean should follow the sacred scriptures of the disciples Abercrombie and Fitch and model fashion by wearing as little as possible.
I feel much safer getting through my day knowing that gods like Sean are in this world. Imagine how secure and content life would be wrapped in his big beautiful arms.
Today we finally signed the lease on our new apartment and paid the bond and first month’s rent. I’d forgotten just how stressful the house hunting/moving situation can be. Thankfully we’ve got a great place to live. Like one reader pointed out, it is dangerous to move in with a friend. I’ve made that mistake in the past and nearly killed good friendships. So from now on I’m only living with relative strangers and I’ll learn their bad living habits as part of who they are.
I personally think A and I will end up good mates. We seem to have a laugh and an easy way of getting on so far. Fingers crossed it remains. Now… do we close the blinds when we are walking around nude or just let the neighbours watch?
Every year in Denmark, they have a music festival called Roskilde. Not only are there a lot of A-list musicians performing but every year they have a nude running race. After looking at these photos I can honestly say that running doesn’t do good things to unsupported genitals. That’s just gotta be uncomfortable! From the video footage I’ve seen and the photos, it looks like a fiercely competitive race with lots of cute guys and gals running. I’m not at all sure what the writing is on their bodies but they all seem to have it.
I’m curious… I’m intrigued as to who my readers are. I never thought anyone would read my blog when I started it, but apparently there are about 3,500+ of you per day turning up and some of you have been reading from the start. Who are you? This first poll is asking your age. Now, it’s anonymous, not gaydar/manhunt so answer honestly please!
UPDATE: So sorry to those in the 45-49 demographic. I had a bit of a brain glitch. Of course you are welcome here!
I’ve just walked in from having dinner with A, the new flatmate, and some of his friends for his birthday. I have to say, I think we are going to become good mates living together. You can get a lot about someone from the kinds of friends they keep and A’s mates that were there tonight were all really lovely.
I’m starting to get so excited about the move. Maybe not the actual process, but the end result for sure.
It’s ten past 6am and I’m up and about to head over to the beach to scout for a location for a shoot we need to do for work. So while I’m getting organised, I thought I’d put this pic of two of the lovely Bel Ami Boys up for you all to enjoy.
It’s taken me months from the first idea for this routine, finding the music, learning too many new tricks and getting distracted, injured and frustrated, to finally getting it together. It still definitely needs work which you’ll see when you watch it.
My timing was a bit off and when my mohawk fell off towards the end, I got flustered and didn’t unwrap properly, which is the reason for all the faffing around. Then I was too close to the ground so didn’t finish the routine off as well as I would have liked but hey, we learn from mistakes. A couple more run throughs and I’ll have it down better.
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