No, that isn’t a statement about my relationship status, just a Kylie quote. Two days ago I downloaded the newly released “Kylie Live in New York” recording from her recent triumphant debut tour of North America.
For someone that has never cracked the notoriously tough U.S. market, the crowd seemed to know all the words and adore her every move. While I know and own all the songs on the album it’s always nice to hear the reinterpretations of them for the stage. This tour seems like a mix of arrangements she’s done on other tours as well as a few new versions. Love it. It’s been on in my car for the entire weekend.
This week at work has been one of the worst I’ve had in ages. Not the most stressful but one of the longest and busiest and somehow each day felt like 36 hours and the week seemed like 12 days. Thus I was tooooooo tired and emotionally exhausted to post last night when I got home and it would have been a string of gibberish anyway. Then when I went to bed I couldn’t switch off and actually get to sleep. You could say I slept like a baby, but a real one, awake every two hours, emotional and over tired. I did manage to stop short of crying and soiling myself though which is a plus.
Today has turned out bright and sunny and warm so I will be naked on the beach in a little over an hour I predict. Tomorrow’s weather isn’t forecast as being so good but we’ll see what happens. Let’s see if I can’t find something interesting to write about by this afternoon. I have two different catch ups planned for this weekend with guys I’ve met on Grindr or Manhunt but expectations are low and it’s all nice and relaxed.
Joe McElderry has just won the UK’s X-Factor competition and performed his winning version of Miley’s “The Climb”. He’s also come out in the press denying rumours that he’s gay that he’s been dogged by for a long time. The self-confessed virgin says that he just isn’t even thinking about girls right now but focussing on his singing career which looks to be promising. A gorgeous young guy who can also actually sing. Who would have thought.
You can understand why he’s been dogged by gay rumours when you look at the guy. He’s a fresh faced twink almost custom made for a starring (bottom) role in a Bel Ami orgy scene being pounded by nine incher after nine incher before smiling sweetly with cum dripping off his chin. Personally, I’d give him a few years, or better yet, give me his older, bit-of-rough-trade brother that I’m imagining lurking somewhere nearby.
One of the big plinths in London’s Trafalgar Square has been empty for some time while whatever it usually houses is being repaired or replaced so the council in the area allotted an hour at a time to whomever wanted to use the plinth, day or night.
These hardy souls decided that it was best put to use nude. Now, when I lived in London the weather wasn’t often conducive to nudity like this but I say good on them! One hardy fellow even went to the trouble to be completely bodypainted! What I like even more than the unabashed public nudity is that it was clearly perfectly legal!
Today I got a message on my modelmayhem profile (as a photographer) from a young guy in Texas.
The message said “I’m thinkin about travelling to Europe. Can I contact you about that?”
Well I guess he could, but having only travelled there briefly several years ago I’m probably not the best person to ask. While it’s been known to happen that people get Austria and Australia confused (Austria being the one in Europe by the way) the first thing to come to my mind? This poor girl below, such as…
Hi everyone, I’m so sorry about the delays but as yet our internet provider at home still hasn’t come up with any answers for us which is pissing me off no end. So this post comes to you from my office where I am stuck in a very busy week trying to get urgent stuff done before we close for a couple of weeks over the Christmas period.
To update you all on stuff. Hot Nudie and I are no longer dating. A couple of factors were at play, for me anyway and I decided I think we’d be better as friends. It’s a shame but I’m learning that my gut instinct is quite often right these days and when I ignore it I end up burnt badly, like with the American a few years ago.
Our house doesn’t feel like a home at the moment. Flatmate has a couple of friends staying with us from the U.K. who are out here for about 6 months and all they do is sit around the house ALL day. If you arrived from a cold and wet country, for 6 months in a sunny and warm country, don’t you think you’d get off your arse and explore it? Even if it were out of courtesy to not be underfoot where you are staying? Apparently not. My flatmate is a very neat and clean person and this (straight) couple have spread their stuff over the entire living area. Laptops, sunglasses, phones, phone chargers, change, clothes, bags. You name it, we’re tripping over it. It’s going to be a close call whether the friendship between my flatmate and these two survives the two more days (total of 11) they are here.
I went to the nude beach with a mate who is living here from Canada yesterday. We were there for 3 hours and the poor sod didn’t drink any water and missed several spots on his (quite pale) skin with sunscreen despite my offers to put it on his back. He texted me this morning saying he’d had sun stroke last night, and was very ill and now has blisters on his back. Please, if you are going in the sun in Australia, be very very careful. We have a hole in the Ozone layer and very harsh sun.
Sorry gang for the break in transmission. We are apparently having internet connectivity issues at home and posting photos of naked men at work isn’t entirely supported. I promise I’ll be back soon
Yesterday I went off to the beach down in the National Park with Hot Nudie and met some other friends there. HN and I were the first of the group there. Neither of us braved the walk down nude even though we probably both would under normal circumstances and may well do next time. The reason for the apprehension? Well it was to be our first time seeing each other naked.
There is a strange dynamic in play when you have barely started dating someone and haven’t yet had sex but you are about to be naked together. There’s nothing wrong with it and it was a nice dynamic to experience. Most couples, ie non nudist couples, wouldn’t ever get to experience that. We did kiss and cuddle in the water and it did of course lead to things popping up. HN did have to roll over several times through the day to hide some localised swelling. If it had just been he and I, it wouldn’t have been a problem, but given that my friends were there a raging hard on probably isn’t appropriate.
Months and months ago I posed for a photographer who dabbles in Lomography which is basically using plastic cameras. I have one of the cameras that Steve used this day as well and they are great fun. They take medium format film and produce quite interesting results.
So in May I found myself on a cold Tamaramma Beach posing for what is ultimately to become part of an exhibition. As you can see the photos came out really well and it’s rare that I like photos of myself but they are nice and simple and have a beautiful retro vibe to them.
This morning I took the two prints that the photographer gave me to the framers along with a Ross Watson print that I’ve procrastinated getting framed for ages. The only thing is it feels really vain to have two large prints of yourself framed in your home. I can cope with the handstand one, as it’s not as clearly me but the other one is very clear. Anyway, they are both being framed and I’ll decide what to do with them when I get them back.
Having been single for a very long time and never really having a significant relationship I don’t know the rules of dating or play by them very well when I do. I’ve always been a heart on my sleeve/open book kinda person and if I like someone I’m rubbish at hiding it.
Last night I met date boy or the Hot Nudie as he may be known at 7pm at a cafe a couple of blocks from my house. I was there first after a rough journey getting there. I went to iron the shirt I planned to wear and saw that it had a mark on it, back in the wash. Then I finished ironing option #2 and went to put the ironing board away and broke the light fitting in front of the cupboard. With no time to vacuum properly I swept up the glass and sent a text to my flatmate telling him to be careful. On arrival at our table, there was a mother and father with two young children, the younger of which promptly knocked something over and started crying.
Thankfully all that disappeared when Hot Nudie arrived. His smile is engaging, one of those ones that lights up the whole face, twinkly blue eyes and all. Before you know it, good conversation, good food, good laughs and nice flirting had swallowed three hours in the blink of an eye and it was time to say goodbye for the night. I walked him around to his car where there was some Grade A goodnight kissing to be partaken. I did walk home with a dopey grin on my face.
Date #2 is scheduled for Sunday, of sorts. Hot Nudie is coming with me to meet friends down in the national park at the nude beach again. Yup, it’s nice. Now I’ve just gotta hope he enjoyed it as much as I did.
North Bondi Surf Life Saving Club has taken the bull by the horns in their efforts to raise much needed cash for a refurbishment of their facilities on our iconic stretch of sand. The club needs a bit of a makeover and to raise the funds, they’ve just produced a calendar called North Bondi Warriors.
The calendar features lots of the clubs genetically blessed guys and girls including the very hot and very well built twins (see above left). At $19.95 (AUS$) it’s really good value and goes to helping an iconic institution going strong so head to the site to order your copy now.
Tomorrow night I have a date. I’ve already had one date this week, on Monday night which for me, wasn’t great. Tomorrow night’s date is someone I used to see a few years ago when I went to nude yoga but we never actually met. Last week I saw him online on a site and said hi. While I’ve learnt not to get my hopes up over dates in the past, I’m feeling good about this one. Who knows where it will go or if it will go anywhere at all, but at least I’ve met myself another nude buddy. Yep, he’s a total nudie, always getting his gear off. We like that in a man!
So forgive me if I don’t post tomorrow night, but I may be having a lovely evening of conversation and laughs. We are doing a proper old-fashioned date, no nudity, no hanky panky, but I won’t rule out a goodnight kiss!
Spanish men are hot, Spain is hot, men who can dance well are hot, sexy brothers are hot. Mix all of them together and you have Los Vivancos. These 7 brothers are the stars of a spanish dancing group. They can all dance multiple styles and who the hell doesn’t like hot brothers? Thanks to Pulso for the heads-up.
Ross Watson has just unveiled his beautiful portrait of Matthew Mitcham, as well as these photos of Matthew and Marco Da Silva. The portrait of Matthew is so rich and vibrant and in recognition of Matthew’s contribution to the gay community and sport, the painting has been reserved by the National Portrait Gallery.
As I get older, I know more and more people living with HIV. Thankfully none of them are sick yet. On this, World Aids Day 2009, think about those that have left us, those that may do soon and those living strong and healthy. Educate yourselves, play safely, stay healthy and if you can, donate to research and fighting the spread.
