Monthly Archive for May, 2010

Hot property

Firass Dirani is an Australian actor who is currently riding a wave of popularity thanks to the latest installment of Underbelly. He plays John Ibrahim, nightclub boss of Kings Cross, all wrapped up in the underworld and corruption of the police force.

Firass was recently interviewed on Australian radio about being mobbed at an appearance in a Gold Coast nightclub, and he thought it was hilarious that a “tabouli cracker from the western suburbs” was being mobbed and being voted Cleo’s most eligible bachelor. Sadly in ten pages of google images, I couldn’t find any good shots of him with his shirt off. Shocking.

We need more of this.

I know the critics are savaging SATC2 but with all the gay characters, flamboyantly cliched as they may be, and the sexuality acceptance and visibility, this movie and others like it are going to help. How? They hit middle America, the “everywoman” kinda soccer mum and average Joe boyfriend dragged along to see it. Fingers crossed!

A weekend of mixed results

On Friday night it took me an hour longer than it should have to get to my parents place for a visit. Due to a large accident and a resulting detour, the traffic was horrendous, so it was a late dinner with my parents before sleeping in my childhood bedroom for the night.

Yesterday we all went for lunch, my parents and I, my sister, her husband and two children and my two grandfathers. Both grandmothers have died and it would appear that the men in my family kick on for some time. Dad’s father is a couple of months of 90 and my mother’s father is 4 weeks of 94. Sadly he is in very rapid decline. He’s been muttering about all the young guys at the golf club are dying, they are in their 70′s and 80′s mind you, and he’s bored. There’s no one to talk to. Now his memory is going, he’s very frail and in a home near my parents and his confidence and sparkle has gone.

Last night I was back in Sydney and made a rare venture to a dance party with my friends. Two hours later I was walking back to my car asking why I bothered. I think my days at dance parties are behind me. I’m just not cut out for them. They were never a big part of my life but now as I get older and more neurotic they are even less so. The hot guys intimidate and ignore me and everyone fucked off their heads on drugs just scare me with their wild eyes and grinding teeth. Oh well. I still got a good night’s sleep.

Don’s story…

Some weeks ago, I asked you, the readers of Aussielicious to share your story. Not necessarily your coming out story, but story of your awakening or a positive story about you and your sexuality. This is Don’s story. Don is a friend of mine living in Melbourne chasing his dream of becoming an Opera singer.

Through high school, I was so busy with sports, surf life saving music, drama and school that I never had time for girls or boys. I even dated a few girls because they were very persistent. LOL

In that way, I knew I was different from the other boys who talked about sex/girls a lot but I wasn’t like the feminine gay boys prancing around.

For me, two things dictated your sexuality
1) good or bad at sport
2) the way you ‘acted’.

The ‘gays’ were bad at sport and acted more feminine and the ‘st8s’ were good at sport and were masculine. As I played sport and was good at it and was considered masculine I was st8.

When I was 19 I finally got hit by a lightning bolt when a hot bar tender at our favourite (st8) bar started flirting with my and my mates. For 9 months, in spite of my mates who spoke shit about him being a fag, I was there every weekend just to connect with him. And when I say connect, I could never muster more than five words, so it was more about a look and a smile.

I was filled with so much admiration, lust and desire for this amazing guy who was comfortable in his masculinity and was gay. I wish I could track him down and thank him for his beautiful smile, simple presence and confidence.

It took me another 2 years with much torture in my heart and soul before I finally had the courage to admit to myself that I was gay. I discovered the different ‘gay scenes’ and meet some amazing guys and girls that allowed and assisted me as I stumbled my way through.

I also discovered that beneath the ‘acting’ we have so much in common with all gay men. Each of us has a strength of character because of our own story of coming out and becoming comfortable in our own skin, that is worth the heartache and pain.

I don’t know what MAKES me gay but I am proud of who I am and that I have chosen to be open to everyone about this fact. This has given me so many opportunities and truly connect with my family and friends that I would never have had I remained closeted or in denial.

One of my highlights was being an uncoordinated member of the 1st Surf Life Saving Mardi Gras Float with our Aussielicious blog host and all of the other amazing ladies and gents. It was the combination of my two worlds: the masculine sport and beach culture and over the top gay prancing down oxford st in speedos.

I LOVED IT!

The world needs parents like this

I know this is a scripted show, and a great one at that, but this brought a tear to my eye. I know there are parents out there like this and it makes me feel good.

Sneak preview of All the Lovers

This preview clip of Kylie’s new video has been released and it looks good! Knowing her gay fan base there is all sorts of polysexual pashing going on in the streets of L.A. before Kylie is lifted above a writhing pyramid of people! I can’t wait!

Walking for equality.

The world needs more people like Walker Burtschell. Living up to his name, Walker has undertaken a massive challenge of walking to Washington from Norfolk, Virginia to raise awareness for his campaign to have the Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy repealed.

Walker was discharged under the policy from the Marines after just a year of service. After initial reactions of surprise and bewilderment, everyone Walker has come across on his adventure has been behind him in 100% support, offering to get in touch with Senators. Read his account here.

Total arrogance and disregard

This man, Godfrey Zaburoni, has been living with HIV for 13 years and has possibly risked infecting hundreds of people with the disease. He has been extradited back to Queensland where police are questioning him in regard to the possible willful exposure.

A national appeal has resulted in 18 people coming forward to say they have had unprotected sex with the man. A police spokesperson has said that some of the callers could have been men. As discussed recently it is the responsibility of each individual to look after their own health and safety, but the fact that this man has knowingly exposed possibly hundreds of people without care is disgusting and deplorable.

Read more here.

I can’t do it

I Can’t do it. Just can’t.

A couple of years ago I saw a guy on the nude beach that I thought was really hot then a year or so later he turns up at a class I was doing and we got on really well having a good laugh and cheeky flirt. I don’t get to catch up with him as much as I would like but his boyfriend doesn’t trust him (he’s cheated before) and doesn’t like me despite having never met me.

My friend was emailing me the other day saying he wanted to catch up and finally hook up and do that thing his boyfriend won’t do but my friend loves. I would love to do that thing to my friend too and have wild sex with him, but I can’t.

I’ll happily play with guys in relationships if that extra curricular activity is ok’d and approved of by the other partner, but I just can’t go through with being the “other man”. Not only would it make me a complete hypocrite as I’ve railed long and loud about monogamy and fidelity, but I just can’t do it with a clear conscience. How can I feel right about being the person someone cheats with but still maintain the right to be devastated if I ever meet someone and they cheat? I can’t and yes, I would be devastated.

Now, I need to tell my friend that yes, I want to do horny, filthy things with and to him, but it’s just not going to happen.

The stingers aren’t trivial.

Sydney’s gay waterpolo team is having a huge trivia night to raise money for it’s Gay Games campaign in Cologne this year. If you are free on Friday 18th June grab your friends and make a booking to come to the Paddington RSL club. Have a few beers, see how trivial your memory is and have lots of laughs. I’ve donated a photo shoot as one of the MANY prizes on offer.

Reserve your table (tables of 10) by emailing your details and the number of seats to info@sydneystingers.org.au and they’ll set aside your table.

Stunning…

Sean Stiegemeier has created this stunning time lapse video of the Icelandic Volcano that has been causing people a lot of trouble. I’m not even going to try and spell the name of the volcano but rather just leave you to watch this gorgeous video.

Iceland, Eyjafjallajökull – May 1st and 2nd, 2010 from Sean Stiegemeier on Vimeo.

Frustrated or determined?

Tonight was another one of those classes at silks that both frustrates me and makes me more determined. I think with many of the arts or sports, your expectations on yourself grow faster than your capabilities which can drive you insane. It does with me anyway. I found out tonight that I have a month to put a routine together but at the half way point of class tonight I had no idea of what to do as the trick I wanted to do wasn’t working.

Thankfully I didn’t do my usual thing and abandon it in a huff but I experimented with another way of getting into the trick and it worked. Then on the way home I listened to the song again and again and a routine is forming in my mind. A few weeks of class combined with the open training session and I might get there.

OUT on the Gold Coast.

The boys from Follow the Adventure are back, partying it up on the Gold Coast in conjunction with QGuide to show you how much fun a gay boy can have on the Gold Coast.

All moved and sorted

Yesterday was one of those long and painful days that started early. I was up and packing another load of stuff into my car ready for when the removalist guy arrived. He was hot enough to make that process more bearable despite the bucketing rain. I think we’ve had the worst weather in months this weekend but after two more car trips this morning, I’m done. Settled in my new digs and all unpacked. I do need to get a chest of drawers to store my way-too-many clothes and right now I’m pinching my flatmate’s internet while I try and get mine set up. But it feels good to be in.

Catholicism, porn, HIV & Ross Watson

Ross Watson’s latest work depicts porn superstar Francois Sagat in place of the “Crucifixion of St Peter” in a work inspired by the Vatican’s stance on condom use promoting HIV. Ross decided to use Francois because of his work in HIV Prevention. This piece has also set a new record for the sale of Ross’ originals at $42,000. Well done Ross.

In other Ross Watson news, German publisher Bruno Gmunder is set to publish a book of Ross’ work spanning 20 years.