2009. What a year. Perfectly healthy celebrities were getting nervous after too many (and not the right ones) dropped like flies this year. It reminded me of 1997 after losing Mother Theresa, Princess Diana, and a swag of other celebrities. Maybe we just got over crowded, but surely the likes of Lindsay or Paris were more likely candidates?
I haven’t had a bad year, not a great year either, but not bad. Unfortunately lots of people around me have had a really bad year, serious illnesses, mental illnesses, losing family members, financial crisis’, losing jobs, and a host of other bad bits and pieces.
So what are the goals for 2010? For me, I’m coining the phrase “mining the clouds”. We’ve all heard the saying “Every cloud has a silver lining” and sometimes I know it’s damned hard to find it but 2010 is all about mining every little bit of silver out of any dark cloud that comes your way.
If someone you know gets sick, use it as a great excuse to get closer and be the friend that you could have been all along. If you have an argument with someone, take their viewpoint and look at yourself maybe a little more honestly. If the financial crisis is still biting, use it as a way to weed out all the clutter from your life and appreciate the simple things more.
To all my lovely readers, those that comment and those that don’t, those that agree with me and those that don’t, I wish you all a wonderful 2010. May it bring health, wealth, happiness and love to all of you.
Last night was one of those unexpected surprise nights that is all good. Tonight the year ends and hopefully continues the way last night did. I was on facebook and randomly chatted to a guy that I have never slept with but always found attractive, despite being 15 years his senior. I honestly didn’t think I was ever going to see him again due to a career change for him, some of his personal issues etc but was pleasantly surprised when dinner was mentioned and we organised for him to come over for dinner and catch up.
A nice meal, two bottles of wine, a good chat on the roof terrace and before we know it we are kissing and then he spent the night and some great sex was had. He had admitted that he’s a bit rubbish at keeping in touch and I thought there might be some awkwardness between us stemming from a conversation some months ago, but it was all good and I said, unless there’s been a big falling out then I don’t let good people just disappear from my life. Sex with him will probably never happen again and I’m fine with that, I wasn’t expecting it last night, but he’s a really nice guy, and I won’t let him lose touch.
It’s also rare for me to relax and let spontaneous sex like that just happen without getting all nervous. I hope it’s a turning point for a new attitude.
The weather in Sydney has been erratic at best this summer. I had planned to meet friends at the nude beach today but the weather just didn’t quite come to the party. I’m trying not to complain after I thought about all the nudists on the other side of the world in the middle of cold and snowy winter with little opportunity to get nude, especially outdoors.
What do you northern hemisphere hardened nudies do in the cold months of the year? Feel free to let me know in the comments or send in photos! The idea of the traditional sauna followed by a roll in deep powdery snow actually appeals despite the shrinkage.
At this time of year it’s natural to reassess your life and decisions made over the past year. I feel like I’m at a bit of a crossroads with work and the usual conundrum of my pathetic lovelife.
Work hasn’t been enjoyable for me for some time and like a lot of people I don’t really know what I want to be when I grow up. There is a passion for photography but do I really want to turn it into a career and perhaps kill the passion in the process of trying to make a living? Am I even good enough to consider that? Lots more thinking to be done and there really is no deadline to do it.
As for the relationship thing, who the hell knows if that will ever sort itself out. I had a really nice coffee date yesterday afternoon. I’ll see him again, but only time will tell if it’s going to go anywhere.
One commenter on yesterdays post about escorting and our predisposition to judge asked if I could date someone that had been an escort and the answer is yes. Very few people enter a relationship with no sexual history, and an escort just has more of a history than I do (lucky bastard) and probably a lot more tricks up his sleeve that would make life interesting in the bedroom (or kitchen, backyard or wherever).
They also asked if I would date someone that was still escorting and that answer is a definitive no. Not out of any judgement or disapproval but purely because I’m a totally monogamous kind of guy and even though it’s sex without emotion it’s still sex outside the relationship which I won’t accept.
I am going to be doing an interview with one of my friends who escorted several years ago to answer many questions on the issue. So if you have any questions you want answered, post them in the comments!
A few times over the past 12 months and again last night I’ve found out that people I know have or are working as escorts. Be it either by chance or for financial reasons and some starting at quite a young (legal) age.
Each and every time my first response is still, even though I like to think of myself as a liberally minded individual, that it’s wrong. Then I sit and give it some rational thought and realise it’s only because we are brought up to think of things like porn, stripping and escorting as a bad decision that must be made out of very negative circumstances.
When I think about it even more, my reaction is probably borne out of jealousy more than anything. I have developed insecurities and hangups over the last few years around sex that I am envious of the freedom. My lack of confidence means I’m occasionally nervous about shagging people I find genuinely attractive for free, let alone people I don’t just because there’s money involved.
I hope you all had a wonderful christmas. Santa was very good to me this year. I never have any ideas for xmas presents so sometimes my family, trying their best do get it a bit wrong, but who can blame them when I can’t tell them what I want. This year I gave them some ideas and they did really well.
I am now the owner of a tent and self inflating camp mattress and a couple of other bits and pieces so definitely aiming to find somewhere out in the bush to camp, preferably naked with my mates. We’ve been given a couple of leads from people I’ve spoken to on suitable places.
Today I’m off to my parents for the night to catch up with some family friends and hopefully a school friend or two.
It’s that time of year once again and I’m not far from packing my things and heading over to my sister’s house for Christmas. It’s the first time we haven’t had Christmas at my parent’s place since I was about six and only the second time ever. My nephew is nearly 7 and my niece is a bit over 4 so they are a great age to be sharing Christmas with.
Sadly my grandfather was taken to hospital last night but we think my mother will be able to pick him up tomorrow (Christmas Day here). He’s 93 and looks after himself, living with my (loser) uncle. He’s getting to the stage where he’s bored with living and my mother is actually convinced he’s trying to die. Fingers crossed he won’t accomplish that on Christmas or anytime soon.
I wish all of you my very best for the Holiday Season. I hope you all spend Christmas with loved ones, family or friends, and remind everyone just how much you appreciate them.
My attempts at riding the slut bus this week have been dismal at best. Last night I was supposed to have a dirty shag with someone I’ve played with before but that seemed to fall in a heap so I went looking online for some fun. I can’t believe in a city like Sydney, that claims to be a gay capital of the world full of men who cheat on boyfriends and have open relationships that it is so hard to find a hookup.
Being in a rather frisky mood of late, my mind has been wandering, partly due to some conversations with Bisexual Dave, but the idea of a 3some with a hot bi couple is really turning me on right now. I still identify as gay but sexuality is a very fluid thing and I’ve slept with women before and didn’t hate it. The idea of fucking a hot woman while her hot boyfriend fucks me is a real turn on, especially if I get to swap with him and give him a go.
It’s been over ten years since I’ve slept with a woman. Let’s see if I can do it again. While I’m on the topic of hot sexual scenarios, I’m still DYING to sleep with hot gay twins. That one may only ever be a fantasy but willing to take offers!
Last weekend after we got home from a boozy night out, my flatmate and I were chatting and snacking before bed and somehow the nudity thing came up. I’ve been making a concerted effort not to talk about it so I don’t pressure him into saying anything or causing tension.
He said that he doesn’t mind if I walk to the kitchen to get a drink nude or get something from the laundry or whatever. Basically as long as I’m not lying around on the lounge etc he’s ok. That’s a big step from the initial “not comfortable with it at all” situation. I think he’s realised that I’m not interested in sleeping with him and we are becoming good friends and very comfortable with each other which I’m really enjoying.
Our differences aren’t driving each other mad and we are quite respectful of the other’s boundaries. As yet I haven’t tested the new relaxed rules as I wanted to chat about it sober first and make sure he’s ok. The last thing I want to do is make him feel like he has to put up with something that makes him uncomfortable. But right now, he’s away for a few days and I’ve got the house to myself all day so I’m nude and have a nude mate or two dropping by over the day. Yay.
I’m very sorry for the lack of postings of late. At this end of the year, work has just exhausted me so that by the time I get home of an evening I haven’t had the energy to post much. But today was the last day of work for the year and I plan on doing some serious relaxing in the next week or two.
It’s very rare for a top level sportsman to come out during his career. So it’s a great day when Gareth Thomas, a Welsh National Rugby player has come out saying “I’m not going on a crusade, but I’m proud of who I am. I feel I have achieved everything I could ever possibly have hoped to achieve out of rugby, and I did it being gay. I want to send a positive message to other gay people that they can do it, too.”
Top level sport needs more athletes to be open about who they are, just as we need movie stars and business men and politicians to come out too. Why? To prove that we are capable, successful, intelligent people and not second rate citizens who don’t deserve equality.
Congratulations to Gareth and I wish him all the best and thanks. As he says, young kids need role models to know they aren’t the only ones out there.
My flatmate and I have just had a really nice night in having a mini Christmas celebration. He is off to see his family on Wednesday for about 4 or 5 days so we cooked a nice dinner and gave each other our presents. I think we both spent more than we normally would have but we both nailed it as far as buying presents that we knew each other would like.
I bought A the book “Household Idols” by Mark Henderson which I knew he wanted and he gave me the Dieux Du Stade calendar which of course I was gonna love. Well done to us I say.
Murphy and his bloody law has struck again today. Last night my flatmate and I went out and had a really fun night but at some point the vodka fairy took aim and gave me a swift kick to the head leaving me sore and sorry and slow moving today. My flatmate was out for most of the day and I was feeling frisky so jumped online to try and find some fun of an adult nature.
I don’t do a lot of hooking up and my efforts to jump back on the slut bus have been woeful at best. Surprisingly I found someone in the mood, and after the same kinda fun as me, nothing experimental or avant garde, just plain old fashioned casual fucking. He was supposed to come over at 3. Then he messaged saying he was waiting on a labourer to come and put up some blinds and they were running late, could we make it 5? Sure I said. 4.00 and I hadn’t had an update. Soon after a message came to my phone saying he couldn’t make it after all.
So, here we are at 5pm on Sunday afternoon on a cloudy day in Sydney and I’m going to have to resort to my usual bit of self gratification before I go for dinner with a friend to a neighbour’s place.
