I don’t have a lot to type today after a long day at work and a dinner out. I’m tired so I thought I’d finish this day by posting a video someone has put together of Gilles Marini, the naked neighbour in the Sex and the City movie. These, from what I can tell, are all photos by Fred Goudon (link in the sidebar) who has captured Gilles very well.
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My very first boyfriend, at the age of 25, still leaves his mark on me, and not in a good way. Scott was mentally a little different to most of us. Nothing officially diagnosed, but definitely different. I would say he and his sister were unnaturally close, not in a sexual way but the rest of the world was operating on the other side of a very foggy window to them.
At the end of our second week of dating, keep in mind this was all VERY new to me, he suggested we live together. He wanted to spend every day together and over the next few months tried to infuse himself into every aspect of my life. He was also a pathalogical liar. I’ve subsequently caught up with his boyfriend prior to me and swapped stories and confirmed many lies. But I digress. After I ended the 6 month relationship, just after coming out to my family, he proceeded to stalk me for another 6 months. He’d turn up at work, call me constantly, ask to catch up, call my sister and my friends, all the time begging to get back together. Nothing dangerous, just annoying and sad, let’s call it stalking-lite.
Several years after we broke up I saw him out at a bar and he was pashing (snogging/kissing) his boyfriend, but still GLARING at me at the same time… healthy isn’t it? I’ve since seen that he’s had a new boyfriend but they’ve been going out for some time now. I’ve fought the urge to run up and tell the boyfriend to run.
After a conversation with my flatmate tonight, the possibility occurred to me of mutual stalking. Maybe an obsessive stalker can focus his intentions on a similarly obsessive stalker and they can both end up in a lovingly pathalogical stalking relationship where they don’t even have to hide in bushes because the object of their lunacy is sitting on the lounge next to them?
Tyler popped into my letterbox yesterday afternoon and I may or may not have squealed like a girl when I saw him. Then I realised he’s a straight 23 year old on the other side of the planet so I should just calm down because I was drooling over the impossible. But I’d still love to drool over him in the flesh.
This is Lee Kholafai, he’s just done an interview over at Connex247 and he’s smoking hot. I haven’t read the interview yet so I can’t let you know much about him but I’m sure you just want to look at the photos anyway. Enjoy.
A mate of mine is an aspiring photographer as well and managed to talk his straight work colleague into modelling for him. His name is Ivan, he’s a 24 year old mechanic, who is also into weightlifting. He lives here in Sydney and he’s entered the new Australian version of “Make me a supermodel”. Images are by CSP Images.
Here’s the video from last night’s routine. I think I was distracted by the unintentional lack of costume, the hollering from my classmates and having to retrieve my undies from up my butt. I watch this and it looks rushed and my feet aren’t pointed and it wasn’t presented as well as it should have been. But then again I was tarzan, not something from swan lake. Enjoy!
These are the REST of the guys from the Rosa Cha fashion show that didn’t take a shower on stage at Sao Paolo Fashion Week this week. I guess they did have to show some clothing. Damn them. Imagine one long runway with dozens of naked models showering! Yummy.
Broadway Bares this year raised a record amount and looks like it was a brilliant production, themed around Alice in Wonderland. If my fairy tales had showed this much flesh when I was a kid, I might have paid more attention! They even had some aerialists performing who looked amazing.
The genius designer at Rosa Cha sent the first model down the runway and when he hits the other end of the stage he rips off his swimwear and has a quick shower to open the show! Love it. the following show was filled with gorgeous guys in not very much, but a shower on stage takes the cake for me!
I was hoping to be able to share a video with you tonight but I don’t seem to be able to download it from the camera. I’ve just got in from my silks class and our end of term performances for each other.
Well I thought it might happen and it did. Doing the first trick in my routine, my loincloth tore off leaving me in my new (bought for the occasion) tiger print aussieBums, which held up a treat I must say. BUT, I would suggest that anyone performing in silks, don’t do it in undies. As you’ll see when I do get to share the video with you, I did give myself a bit of a wedgie. I hope to get the video up soon.
I’ve woken up this morning with a bit of a cold that I thought I’d fought off, but after a rubbish night’s sleep it’s here. It’s not too bad and hopefully won’t hang around very long as I’ve got to do my routine for the rest of the class tonight at silks. A friend is coming to video it for me, so hopefully I’ll have something for you to see soon.
All I feel like doing today is soaking under a long, long hot shower, maybe an hour? And then just climbing back into bed.
A reader sent me the link to an article by someone that was made to swim nude for class at school many years ago. I’ve read bits and pieces about nude swimming at the YMCA and in school classes for the boys in the 50’s and 60’s and there are contradictory stories. Some guys hated being made to be nude and others revelled in it. I’d love to hear from any readers than have experienced these nude swims either at school or at the local YMCA or equivalent.
These photos aren’t from those situations but are perfect examples of those old times when men, in this case soldiers, could swim nude and relax together without any concerns of sexuality etc. Simpler times I think. Sure there were gay people but because they sadly couldn’t be open then so in a way it led to more freedom for guys to be nude.
I’ve just walked in from seeing the Sex and the City movie with some friends and I have to say I loved it. I really liked the fact that all the images that were leaked before it came out that were then supposedly part of a dream sequence, were not. But still things weren’t quite as they seemed.
The movie did make me cry several times, pushing all my buttons about never meeting the right guy, the supposedly right guy cheating on me, all that stuff that goes through the mind of the hopelessly romantic but perpetually single guy. Having said that, the first time I cried was during the wedding gown fashion shoot. I would KILL to be doing high fashion photography like that. STUNNING! And Jennifer Hudson was fantastic!
I’m still a bit cloudy from the vodka last night and not enough sleep. So I’ll have to attempt to write something more profound later this afternoon, or maybe I’ll just write some more random stuff. This blog isn’t one of those carefully planned strategic things. It pretty much represents my thought patterns, which for the most part are a bit random and largely occupied with thoughts of hot naked men.
Last night I was out on the scene dancing for the first time in ages. We were at a venue in Sydney that is renowned for being the anti-glamour venue. The people are all just regular guys and the music is pretty darned random. Last time I was there I saw a baby gay dancing with his top off to Lionel Ritchie’s “Dancing on the ceiling”. Last night was no exception. There was the usual mix of old Kylie , Madonna and Mariah but then Dolly would make an appearance and then came the clanger… Footloose. Now it’s been some very very long time since I’ve busted out any moves to that old classic but I learnt last night, that you can’t dance to that song like you can to all your other pop music. You HAVE to dance like Kevin Bacon did in the movie because NOTHING else works.