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This is a behind the scenes peek at Kylie’s photo shoot for Vogue Spain… One day I might be lucky enough to shoot her. She looks beautiful.

Something that I’ve pondered from time to time, especially at times socialising with my nudie mates, is whether I would be comfortable nude in a mixed setting? I think I would. I’ve been nude on the beach many many times with women there, but they aren’t in my group generally, although there have been times when a friend has had a female friend there who has been nude.

I’m not sure what the atmosphere would be like at one of our social gatherings if there was a woman or women there. It would certainly change things but since they aren’t sexual in nature, after a little while it would be perfectly normal.

Nude camping a couple of weeks ago there were obviously nude women around. I don’t know that I really needed to see the woman with her husband face down in her vagina near the river, but that was probably because neither of them were physically attractive to me.

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My sister sent me this sweet story today and I thought I’d share it.

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the  family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and  offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for  the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting  the old dog for the last time, that I wondered  if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after  Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.  Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.  It has changed the way I try to live.

Shane said, ”People are born so that they can learn  how to live a good life — like loving everybody  all the time and being nice, right?”  He continued, ‘Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow  the experience of fresh air and the wind in your  face to be pure ecstasy.
Take  naps.
Stretch  before rising.
Run,  romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

My weekend in Adelaide with the boys was a great one and unexpectedly longer than planned. One of the boys picked me up shortly before midday on Saturday, the other one was still working. We went and got some lunch and then went for a couple of beers where lovely guy #2 came to meet us.

Over the weekend there was much laughing, lots of good eating, many drinks and even more laughs. You know when you meet some people who are just meant to come into your life? These two are those people. They are clearly meant to be together as well. They bounce off each other, motivate each other, nurture each other and make each other laugh, constantly.

On Sunday night I was introduced to the Mars Bar. Not the confectionery, but the bar. It was there I had a reader of this blog introduce himself. Hi mate, can you send me an email please? I also apologise for my (drunken) friends hollering out the cab window at you.

I ended up missing my flight on Monday afternoon because I was approximately 7 minutes too late for the ridiculous cut off point for check-in. If I’d paid attention to anyone or the TV show Airline, I would have known Tiger Airlines are a PR campaign for bad customer service, but alas I hadn’t. So I was booked onto the following morning’s flight, which I was notified by a phone call at 3am, was cancelled, so I eventually made it home 24 hours later than scheduled.

The silver lining on that cloud? Sure, it’s made my working week a bit busier, but I got an extra day with my lovely mates, and a day less work this week!

Last week I had an email from Scotty from “The Gayest Straight Guy” saying his blog has been deleted. He’s not sure what’s happened and who is responsible but I think he should take some action. He’s going to be restarting the blog soon maybe at a different URL. Be patient, he will return.

This is Nuno, he’s the latest update from Dylan Rosser’s continuing cavalcade of hot manflesh. He’s a London resident and looks damned good without his clothes, but before they even come off I’d be totally infatuated with his eyes and luscious lips. If you want to see more (ie ALL) of Nuno, head on over to TheMaleForm.

Last week I shared my coming out story. I’m a firm believer that everyone has a really interesting story inside them, whether it’s about coming out, their career or their family, whatever. I want to hear yours. I don’t want to necessarily hear your coming out story, but a positive story about being gay, bi or transgender.

People struggling with their sexuality are convinced if they come out it is going to end badly. Suicide rates are much higher among the LGBT community because of these fears. So tell a story that is going to show those readers struggling, that it’s not all bad, there are a lot of great success stories out there.

It’s been well documented on this blog that I struggle with motivation in the gym. For a few months after losing my training partner at the gym I managed to train hard by myself but for the last month or so I’ve been so incredibly lacking in discipline it’s stupid. It’s also frustrating.

I think it’s got a lot to do with all the other stuff going on in life, Dad’s heart attack, the tension around the house and work not being enjoyable. Now that Dad is on the mend after having a stent put in, some of the problems with work are being resolved and the housing situation has an end in sight, things will improve but I’m putting a call out.

If you need a training partner, want to build a bit of muscle and happen to live in Sydney, comment on here and let me know. Serious offers will all be considered. And P.S. I do walk through the locker room with my towel in my hand.

Tomorrow morning I head to the airport and fly to Adelaide, South Australia. It’s an interesting position to be in, visiting a couple that I had amazing sex with on the Navigaytion Cruise in early February, but not actually guaranteed of a repeat performance.

Granted the main focus of the trip is to get to know the guys better, have a break and some really good laughs. The couple are one of those couples that just make a lot of sense to me. They work really well together, laugh a LOT together and I would hazard a guess, bring out the best in each other. So ultimately if we don’t have any of the amazing sex, it won’t be the end of the world, but damn, I haven’t had any sex like that since and for a long time before.

It’s a long weekend here in Australia, so I will be back on Monday evening.

In one month today, I’ll be moving house. The current living arrangement isn’t working. There’s no animosity or aggression, but the two of us just have very different living styles. My flatmate is a very quiet and private person, and I am someone that likes to come home, chat and interact with the people in my home. Given that you should feel comfortable and be able to be yourself at home, if the two of us did that it fundamentally doesn’t work.

We have had a couple of major misunderstandings and breakdowns in communication too and I’m certainly not faultless but neither am I entirely to blame. Conveniently a friend has a room becoming available nearby in an apartment I’ve been to several times and really like. My flatmate to be is more like me, chatty and easy going. As an added bonus, my new flatmate is a guy I’ve hung out with nude on the beach several times and I know from his previous flatmate, also a friend, that he’s prone to being nude around the house a bit. I seem to be landing on my feet.

I’ve had one of those days where everything is just going well… I’m not including work in that statement. It’s just there and will continue to be there but it wasn’t horrendous or stressed today. Along with a couple of other things that I can’t mention just yet, I think I’ve found somewhere to have my exhibition! SO excited!

Maybe there really is something to having a positive outlook and things happening. After chatting with Jason, whom I photographed on the weekend, I’ve been trying to shift my thinking and clearly it’s helping. Love it.

Have you noticed no one tells jokes anymore. Sad. Here’s one I found on a friend’s facebook page.

A woman goes into her local music store looking for an old record; behind the counter is small young boy. She says: “Excuse me sonny, but do you have Jingle Bells on a 7 inch?” He says: “No, but I’ve got dangling balls on a 9 inch.” “That’s not a record is it?” “It is for a 10 year old.”

I can’t wait… Kylie’s 11th Studio album, Aphrodite, is due for release on July 5th, a week after her new single All the Lovers! It’s been too long Kylie! I can’t freaking wait for this!

It made news all over the world when Martin announced he wanted to take his boyfriend Derrick to the prom. Well, it seems like everyone else has taken him to heart and given him a lot of support. When the boys stepped out of their car, nervous, ready to enter the prom, they were expecting heckling, harassment and abuse. Apparently so were the officials, organising large numbers of police to be there “to prevent any silliness from marring the event”.

The boys had had quite violent threats, so it was a necessary measure, that thankfully proved not to be needed. The boys took a deep breath and stepped out of the car and, according to their chaperone Arturro Beach “It was then, amid screams of support and sonorous clapping accompanied by people yelling Derrick’s name, that I knew it would all be OK!”

Read the full article here.

It appears my love ebola virus has struck once more. No, I’m being premature, let’s call this one, the like hanging out ebola, but once again, two guys I facilitated the meeting of have hit it off. I’m not going to predict the outcome of these two as I have no desire to jinx things for them, but I do love seeing people I like getting on well. I posted a status on my facebook profile about introducing yet another couple and a friend said that maybe it was my role in life to introduce people. Another called me “Cupid wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a pair of Aussiebums” which made me giggle. There’s the silver lining of being single, it gives me time to help romance along.

Another friend has suggested having a gay speed dating night to find myself a husband and open it up to readers of the blog. While it’s an interesting idea it feels like it would be rather a arrogant thing to do, and even more arrogant to think anyone would turn up, but it’s a fun idea.