So Proud

Last night was a launch party for the Sydney Mardi Gras season where a lot of the key events are announced. The other thing that was officially announced that I’ve been dying to talk about is that the My People My Tribe imagery is an integral part of the theme for Mardi Gras 2017. Creating Equality is the overall theme and the portraits we created for the project are used in the imagery. The lettering with our images have also been turned into huge free standing letters which I believe will be going up the Mardi Gras Parade route.

To have such a public recognition of the #Barenakedtruth project and overwhelming support is very satisfying. Josh worked so hard putting the project together and rallying all the people together to take the brave leap of faith and pose nude for the first time. I spent an exhausting but incredibly satisfying five days photographing all the volunteers. It makes me very proud to see that they will get the visibility that they deserve. The stories of all LGBTIQ people should be heard as it’s one of the most effective ways to combat discrimination and hatred and this project presented the stories in a beautiful way.

Cheeky peek!

Fellow photographer and friend Ali Choudry was invited behind the scenes on a fashion shoot recently, for designer and stylist Daniel Moore. The models, photographer and designer are all based in Brisbane so naturally they had great weather. Of course shooting fashion the boys were actually wearing the fashion but from time to time on a fashion shoot, there is a need to get changed.

Ali has captured the fun mood on this fashion shoot and also given us cheeky glimpses of the boys getting in and out of their gear. These models have ridiculous bodies which is to be expected so it’s always nice to show our appreciation for their hard work and pay attention. Here’s hoping for some more of this kind of thing soon!

Full disclosure

A friend of mine recently met someone and they were hanging out and enjoying a dating-lite scenario. They are keen on each other but not putting any labels on it, instead just seeing where things go. Hanging out before their first “sleep over” the new guy made full disclosure about his HIV status. My friend and I share the same opinion on HIV+ partners in that it’s just not an issue. The man in question is on medication and his viral load is undetectable so the chance of contracting anything is legitimately very close to zero. Nothing is infallible of course so my friend, as an added precaution is enquiring into going into the large PrEP trial that is going on here in Sydney.

My concern with PrEP is that too many men are using it as a tool to be able to have unlimited unprotected sex which isn’t how it is intended to be used, but each to their own. Everyone has to make their own decisions in life.

At the moment here in NSW it is a legal requirement for anyone who is engaging in sexual activity to disclose any sexually transmitted diseases that they have or may have. This is under review and has a very real chance of being scrapped. I genuinely don’t know where I stand on that one. While there is a lot of stigma still associated with HIV there is much less stigma attached to Syphilis or Gonorrhea and they are easily treatable for the most part. As I said earlier, I’m a firm believer in looking after your own health and you can’t just assume someone is free of STI’s just because they don’t tell you so why not protect yourself regardless? With that thought in mind, I don’t think it’s a bad thing to abolish the legal requirement to disclose. If someone wants to tell you, that’s awesome but we don’t know that it’s always going to happen.

Winding down

You know when you get to the end of the year and you are just ready for a break? That’s where I am at the moment. I have had a pretty good year with a trip to Bali, some interesting changes at work and lots of great time with friends and family but I’m still ready for a break. With things being pretty quiet at work and all of us having plenty of annual leave saved up, we are looking like closing for three weeks instead of the usual two. Love it.

Those three weeks, as well as being time for Christmas celebrations with family and lots of time sunning my butt on the nude beach will be used to get a lot of studying done for my marriage celebrancy course and hopefully get other bits and pieces done like rebuild my website etc. Some friends and I are trying to organise a weekend out camping at River Island, the clothing optional campground we go to. a couple of days without any electronics will be beautiful, soaking up the peace and quiet naked in the sun.

By the time I go back to work in early January I plan on being quite tanned and very relaxed.

I think it’s broken

When I came out at the age of 25, I was led to believe that this new found sexual identity would also endow me with an infallible skill of identifying like-minded men. I think when the gay gods handed my gaydar to me they grabbed a recycled, broken-down model that hadn’t been refurbished. It’s jut not a talent that I have.

On Friday night I was working at a function with my work colleagues doing our version of a photo booth. The party was for an alcohol company at a luxury harbourside mansion here in Sydney. Very nice indeed. The crowd was all super cool types including lots of very good looking people. With fashion being what it is at the moment it’s very hard to tell the gay boys from the straight boys and I think that’s a great thing. In the photo booth we had a lot of straight mates that when the photo was taken, one of them would give a surprise kiss on the cheek of his mate for a laugh. At one point I said to one of the guys “We’ve had lots of straight boys kissing tonight” to which he replied “Who said anything about straight boys?” which just got me even more confused. From all their banter together I’m still pretty sure they were just straight mates having a laugh.

Another guy kept coming back with friends to the photo booth and he was very very flirty with me. He made sure he asked my name and told me his, kept giving me winks, high fives and big smiles. In one of his photos he dragged me in and pinched me on the nipple as the photo was being taken but he was definitely a straight boy. The thing these days is so many guys around 30 and under, here in the gay friendly city of Sydney just don’t have any cares about flirting with gay boys. They don’t want to have sex with us, but they just love the flirt. My colleagues and I were pretty sure he and his mates had snorted a few lines of coke and were just having a great fun time.

Until my gaydar gets repaired I’m quite content to have straight boys flirt with me and I’ll happily enjoy their new found love of form fitting trousers that hug their perky buns.

Refreshing change

In a rare burst of motivation I went to the gym a lot last week. Five mornings before work I hauled my arse to the gym as well as a group training session at work and circus class. Then on Sunday I decided I was in the mood to go to the gym again. It’s very rare indeed for me to take myself off to the gym on a weekend although it does provide opportunities to see other hotties that aren’t there at 6am on weekdays. New hotties to provide inspiration and eye candy are always good.

As I walked in to the locker room to get changed for my workout there was a guy just putting his stuff in a locker. He was standing there completely naked and totally unselfconscious. It’s rare to see guys completely nude in my gym locker room at the best of times and even more rare to see someone not quickly putting on underwear after dropping a towel or quickly making sure that no one sees them.

Even I had a moment of being self conscious this morning when I had just finished drying myself off and was about to fold my towel up before getting dressed when a friend walked in and for a split second I felt awkward. Then I remembered we’d gone with a group of friends to the nude beach and even though he didn’t get nude, he like a lot of people in this world has seen me naked before. So I just carried on as per usual.

It’s so nice feeling comfortable naked around friends and other people in general. It makes me chuckle at how prudish I used to be.

About the house

In a couple of days my housemate is leaving to go and visit his family in the UK while his mother goes through some medical treatment as well as being there for Christmas. While my housemate and I get along fine, he’s not at all a nudie and nudity just doesn’t happen around the house.

So for just over a month, the photos above give a pretty good indication of what my dress code will be around the house. It’s getting nice and warm here at the moment and while we do have neighbours, the windows that can see into our back deck are never really used. The back deck isn’t somewhere I can sit out naked but there might be times where I give it a try depending on how brave I feel.

Who knows, I may even see if I can give my mojo a kick start and have the occasional gentleman caller over. There’s nothing really stopping me from doing that at the moment but the walls aren’t very thick in this house and I’m not a fan of making my housemate listen to any shenanigans that might happen.

Summer is coming in Sydney and it feels like it’s going to be a great one.

My Man Crush Monday!

Last week I was watching a photography challenge on Canon’s Youtube page and the guest judges were travel photography gurus and brothers, the Jauncey brothers. They have amassed a following of millions on their instagram page @beautifuldestinations and individually have hundreds of thousands of followers for their own accounts. One of the brothers in particular, Jeremy made me feel a tingle in my special places.

This is a fine example of what happens when you have a mixed heritage of Colombian mother and British father, coupled with a dedication to fitness and a lifestyle that you absolutely love. You have amazing good looks, a rocking body and a big glorious smile that holds fools like me captive. That is until I get distracted by those pecs. Oh how content I would be sleeping on those pecs. It looks like Jeremy has a pretty cool sense of style and looks nearly as good in clothes as he does mostly out of them. We all know though, that I would enthusiastically encourage him out of all of them.

Jeremy has done really well for himself after selling a successful business which in turn enabled him to start a venture capital company which now funds Beautiful Destinations. Anyone who achieves so much by the age of 31 is clearly a driven man and that’s easy to understand when you are doing something as fun as travelling the world taking beautiful photos. As well as inspiring quite a healthy dose of lust, Jeremy is also inspiring my always present wanderlust.

Laughs and crafts

Yesterday morning I hauled my butt out of bed at 5.30 for a photo shoot with two guys that I’d been chatting to on model mayhem about collaborating. David, the less shy one of the two in the photos, is an artist working on his Masters in Art who is originally from Perth. He does a lot of beautiful photography himself (@davidcharlescollins on Instagram) and he decided he wanted to see what it was like on the other side of the camera. Adam is a gorgeous guy who has done some modelling in the past and just wanted to dip his toes back into that world. (@butlerstyling on Instagram).

They were both up for wearing silly paper pirate hats and wielding cardboard swords to go along with my theme of adults not wanting to grow up. Honestly I’m not entirely convinced that those paper hat shots are the best ones from the day but we had a lot of fun on the shoot. It ended up being a very quick shoot, even quicker than my usual fairly fast shoot. The guys got on really well and worked well together. It makes my job so much easier when models bring a sense of fun and adventure to a shoot. I keep my shoots fast and light hearted even when I’m doing something bonkers to the models like covering them in sticks etc. These guys were laughing a lot because their pirate hats looked absurd and also kept blowing away.

A very lovely friend, Tim also came along to film the shoot for us so that I can share with you, the behind the scenes. It’s a big ask to request a friend to get up before 6 on a weekend but Tim seemed to enjoy himself.

Another day, another shoot

Tomorrow morning getting up at a stupid hour of the morning for a photo shoot. It’s another shoot with some paper/cardboard props. This time I’m shooting two young beautiful guys with cardboard swords and possibly paper hats almost like they are two young kids that are playing pirates near the water.

I’ve somehow managed to get a friend to get up at a that ridiculous hour to come and film the shoot for another behind the scenes video. I guess there are perks for him, getting to film two beautiful nude men even if it does have to be at that hour of the morning. He is the same friend that did such a good job filming for the kite shoot with Andrew a few months ago.

Sometimes I do wish this hobby of mine didn’t mean getting up at 5.40 in the morning. To make it worse I’m not at work today because I’m going to a 50th birthday lunch of a friend which will no doubt be a very boozy affair. Obviously I will have some drinks but I can’t get too pissed because being hung over and trying to be professional tomorrow morning is not a great plan.

I hope so

I’ve just got home from a pub meal with a couple of friends. It was a quick and early meal but as we were leaving I ran into a couple of women that I hadn’t seen in a few years. They are people I met through my last boyfriend which ended 5 years ago now. They are both friends on facebook and one of them especially I have lots to talk about as we both work in creative fields and have a lot of passion for art and creativity.

Because we hadn’t seen each other in a few years we did the usual chat updating each other on life. She’s with a lovely partner having a ball and loving life. She asked if I was dating etc which got clearly a no in response. I asked if my ex was seeing anyone as he is a very private man and you would never know from his social media if he was seeing anyone or not. While he was the one to end the relationship and I was gutted at the time, it didn’t take long to realise that he had made the right decision and just had the balls to make it earlier than I did.

We have very different lives and we just weren’t a good match. While I didn’t agree with all of his reasons to break up at the time, I do know that he made the right decision. I genuinely hope that he does find Mr Right because he is a total sweetheart and I’d like to see him happy. Unfortunately I would hazard a guess that his career choice and lifestyle makes it a little harder to meet someone. It’s weird being on social media at times and wondering if any of the people with him in the photos he posts are someone he’s dating when realistically it’s none of my business.

I don’t have many exes at all and I’m friends with a few of them on social media. One that I was besotted with even though it was a very brief relationship is now happily loved up and the most recent, as I’ve said I would have no idea. Back in the “olden days” we never used to be able to see what our exes were up to and maybe that was a better arrangement.

Rub me the right way…

When I haven’t had any sex in a long time, which isn’t that unusual for me and I haven’t been dating or having any cuddles of any kind which has been AGES, I start to crave physical touch. I’ve blogged about that in the past. This is when I typically find myself looking for a massage. First up, I just plain old love a good massage. They help get rid of the knots in my muscles and the tension in my neck from sitting at a computer for far too long. Secondly, I firmly believe that we are programmed to desire physical touch. It is good for the soul. While I am saving for my big European adventure, treating myself to a massage isn’t in my budget.

A few years ago I was a member of a site called massage exchange but it was pretty rubbish. It was all about finding people to swap massages with and I had some minor luck on there. Well there is a new player in town. Zenbrisa is a new website that so far only has a handful of people (pardon the pun) on it in Sydney but it looks way more legit than the other site did. As expected most of the men seeking massage exchanges with other men on there have ticked the “sensual” massage box as well as the theraputic. That’s perfectly fine by me. It doesn’t have to end in a happy ending but if they’ve ticked that box we are both likely to be nude and there won’t be any nervous hands dodging the good bits will there?

Summer sweetness

This morning I was up and about early and naked on the beach by 9.30am. Wind was predicted for this afternoon and the timing of the tides was perfect to get down there early and spend a few hours relaxing au naturel before coming home to get some blogging and study done.

Unlike the time a couple of weeks ago when I went down to the beach the nudies were in the majority and the beach had a really nice relaxed vibe about it today. What really struck me was the number of couples down there. I always see couples down there of course but today I saw some really sweet interactions. There was a straight couple in their mid-late forties who were just really sweet to each other, having a laugh and relaxing. One of the other couples I saw down there was a guy I have known of but never met for several years. He’s a prominent member of the gay rugby team the Sydney Convicts so I’ve seen his face around in promotions and interviews for years.

He’s a big stocky rugby player guy with spectacular thighs and a good body. His boyfriend is a lean athletically built guy with what would be called a really tight swimmers build. They were just enjoying some naked sunshine time together but watching them in the water brought a smile to my face. The water was quite cool but not uncomfortably so. They were floating around hugging and giving each other little kisses. Before they came out of the water they were standing apart and they kept looking at each others cocks. From behind them I couldn’t tell if they were waiting for boners to go away or worrying about shrinkage but it looked like a sweet little interaction.

It was a great way to start the day and coming home at barely lunch time I felt like I’d had a full day down there before the wind picked up and I decided to head home.

For the world

This week’s news has been scary and sad with the world feeling very uncertain with Trump at the helm of the U.S. I’m not going to discuss the very slim chance of the Electoral Colleges blocking his rise to President, nor Michael Moore’s plan to impeach him. I’m not informed enough to discuss it all. He terrifies me and while I would never encourage or endorse an assassination, I genuinely think I would struggle to mourn him in the slightest. That would only leave Pence in charge and I believe he’s worse to be honest.

What I will do instead is talk about how I believe there is way too much good in the world to think we won’t triumph in the long run. Perhaps this radical shift towards conservatism and extreme bigotry will force a rising up of all the open minded people in the world to push us further ahead than we ever dreamt. In the spirit of multiculturalism and a big hug across the world between all nations, here is an old video of a swimwear fashion parade where all the swimwear bears the flag designs of all different nations, lovingly displayed on incredibly hot men.

There are three minutes of other swimwear model men before the flags but that won’t hurt international relations if you watch that too. I promise.

Defining moments

I’m always intrigued by how people choose to define themselves to the rest of the world. Sometimes that very much aligns with how the rest of the world sees them and sometimes it doesn’t. We all know someone that will tell anyone who stands still for a moment that they are crazy “just ask my friends!” when really they are not at all.

One area that I’ve noticed that people choose to define themselves is in their choice of a screen name or profile name online. On grindr or Scruff etc it seems perfectly logical to choose a sexual term to define yourself as that is what the purpose of those apps is. Don’t tell me they are for dating because I will give you a sceptical face. It’s when those sexual definitions of yourself spill over into the non-sexual world that intrigues me.

Someone I’ve known in vague online terms for a while has an Instagram name that incorporates very specifically one of his sexual practices. Is it really important for your mother, sister and all of your Instagram followers, when looking at your holiday shots or photos of your food, to know what you get up to in bed? I have no problem with whatever sexual choices someone makes unless it’s illegal and/or hurts someone else. That part I don’t care about but I don’t think it’s really appropriate or necessary to use your sexual adventures to define to the world who you are. When I was coming up with my not-very-creative Instagram of @aussiebrenton I didn’t at all contemplate using @bumsex or @watchingpeoplefuckisfun. To be fair if it were to accurately describe my sex life it would be @myrighthandistired.

I know we are all out and proud gay men and people have very active sex drives but let’s stay classy people.