Just a little slice

There is a small stretch of beach several hours north of Sydney, just out of Byron Bay that is causing some controversy. There have been problems with sexual assault in the dunes behind the nude beach and people want to revoke the nudist status of the beach because as we all know non-nudists associate nudism with sexual behaviour. Now there is the undeniable fact that there is usually an area where men hook up near every nude beach.

Someone I know on Facebook was saying that there aren’t enough nudists to make it a big deal, just let the beach go and all nude beaches should be privately run beaches. REALLY? There are literally tens of thousands of kilometres of beach in Australia and we can’t just have a few small slices of that set aside for nudists?

Sure, I’ve misbehaved plenty of times at nude beaches but as another friend pointed out, people have sex in all sorts of places they aren’t supposed to. Why not crack down on the sexual assault and other inappropriate behaviour that is causing the problems and let the nudists have their space?

I’m getting very sick of arguments on all sorts of topics where someone doesn’t see something as important to preserve just because it’s not important to them.

Stunts from Christian P. on Vimeo.

That time of the year

Well, once again, I’ve aged another year. I thought my contract said this wasn’t supposed to happen. This morning at 6am, 7th October I turned 44.

At 9am my model arrived to do an erotic shoot for Qama Magazine edition three. As usual I hadn’t slept particularly well which always happens before a shoot and especially since I haven’t done one for a few months. Thankfully David is so easy to work with and had exactly the right look for this shoot.

It will be sometime in November that the magazine is released and the images have a lot of work to be done on them as the concept is one that requires a lot of photoshop trickery but the base images are exactly what I needed so that is a great start.

Tonight I’ll be having a dinner party with a bunch of good friends and if our usual evenings are anything to go by, lots of laughs, delicious food and probably too much wine will be enjoyed. Perfect. Tomorrow I’ll feel every one of my 44 years plus a few extra.

Where’s the middle ground?

In the past I’ve contemplated in running classes on how to take a good photo of your dick. After seeing many many photos from really unflattering angles and even where it’s pointing straight at the camera (hint: it looks like a fleshy coin with a tiny hole) I was wondering how at all these people thought it was their best angle.Some of these guys had much nicer than anticipated members when I saw a different angle or I saw it in the flesh.

More recently I’ve been misled in the other direction just as often. I don’t think it will come as a surprise that I’m quite partial to admiring some generously proportioned equipment. I don’t exclusively play in monster section of the toy department but those guys are fun to look at and meet occasionally. 99% of the time I’m more than content playing in the regular section. Lately I have discovered some guys that seem to have found their angle. What looks very nice in the photo can turn out to be a little (pun intended) underwhelming.

Most of the photos I’ve been sent online seem to fit either of the categories, flattering or not at all but I want to know where is the middle ground? Where are the photos where it looks good but not misleading? Maybe those classes are needed after all.

Has he changed?

The marriage equality postal vote that is wasting $122 Million dollars here in Australia has brought up a lot of emotion in a lot of people, me being one of them.

There’s been a lot of discussion about #theygetavote in reference to everyone that’s ever bullied, beaten or abused the LGBT community being able to have a say in my status in society which doesn’t seem fair. The last week or so I’ve been thinking back to a guy that used to call me a faggot back in High School. Now I’m not really calling it bullying because it never caused any lasting hurt. I was just the easy target being the guy that hung around with the girls and had nothing in common with all the football playing guys.

This guy is now strangely, a friend on Facebook and has been for a while. I have no memory of how that happened but it did. Part of me is really curious to know how he is voting in the vote. I could message him on Facebook and ask the question but what will it achieve? As yet I’m not sure if I will. You never know.

So much anger

Getting home from work today I checked Scruff and had a woof from someone local. I sent a message saying thanks for the Woof. He said “no worries” then because I didn’t get back straight away apparently I unleashed the inner demons from hell.

Essentially he called me a wanker for not responding quick enough and when I called him out on it he said the message was for someone else “lol”. I responded that I wasn’t sure I believed him but wished him well in whatever he is looking for. He then replied with “Not sure you’re not a cock head” and blocked me.

What on earth happens to someone that they respond so aggressively to a thank you message? We’ve all been rejected or just not had a response but damn, calm down mate. It’s Scruff.

naked oil wrestling at Burning Man 2016 from Active Naturists on Vimeo.

Never thought I’d see it.

I may not have come out til I was 25 but it was obvious to everyone that I wasn’t your usual butch boy. I definitely wasn’t a football loving kinda kid. Being around a big group of straight men still intimidates me.

Growing up there were a few things I never thought I’d see in my life but one by one they’ve happened. Apartheid was still in force in South Africa and I thought that would never change even though the rest of the world knew that was wrong. It was the same with the Berlin Wall yet that came down too.

Gay Marriage has become a reality in a much shorter timeline than I ever imagined. Even as a teenager in denial I didn’t even think it was a possibility but now in Australia we are having a public opinion poll on changing the laws.

Yesterday, after a controversy about the situation, Macklemore performed Same Love in front of 80,000 football fans, complete with rainbow smoke cannons to enormous support. This is something I never ever thought I’d see. I only watched the football Grand Final because of this situation and I actually cried. It shows just how far we have come. With conservative politicians saying the song was “ramming the gay agenda down the throats of the public” and shouldn’t have been played, the song went .back to number one and Macklemore has pledged to donate his earnings from the Australian sales of the song to the Equality campaign.

I’m still stunned and so happy

Day one!

About ten days ago I was at dinner with a friend who is an avid photographer and we committed to a photography challenge. It’s the first of October and we are going to post a photo every day for October using the hashtag #ShotTober and/or #Photober.

The challenge is essentially to find something in your every day that is beautiful. It will force all of us participating to look at our day to day routine in a different way which is always a good thing. I have a bit of an advantage at the moment since I am not working full time so there are opportunities to get out and explore new places.

It doesn’t sound like a big commitment to take a single photo every day but making the time to give it some thought as well as the processing the photo afterwards and post it. Some of them could happen late at night. Let’s see how this goes.

The photo above is not my official photo for the day. Just a shot I’ve taken having my morning coffee this morning while my housemate is out of town.

Perfect day to be funemployed

At one stage it was looking like I was going to be working today but that didn’t happen. To be honest I need to ramp up the hunt for work and/or to build up some clients of my own but on a glorious day like this it was a great day to hit the beach.

I’d been house and dog sitting for my sister for a few days and that is on the north side of the harbour. Also on that side of the harbour is Obelisk nude beach which I hadn’t been to in a while so it was a perfect opportunity to get my gear off over there.

It was also a great coincidence that a friend who is living overseas is in town visiting his family so we hung out wang out in the sun together for a few hours.

Now, this weekend is a long weekend here in Sydney and I have lunches etc planned with family, friends and possibly an excursion to the Royal National Park on Sunday. You could say that Funemployment is quite enjoyable. If only I was rich.

It seems to be a rule

As the world gets more and more prudish in some ways, the disappearance of open showers at gyms for instance, it would seem that tv shows are trying their hardest to go the other way. Dating shows in particular.

If you watch any of the versions of Dating Naked, or Adam Seeks Eve, around the world and especially in Europe you’d be forgiven for thinking they have a rule about having a ridiculous body but absolutely no body hair whatsoever. I’m seriously not complaining. It’s a look I quite like.

The Dutch or Danish version (I can’t remember which) has had some guys with regular bodies but still no body hair as a general rule.

I have to say, if I was going to go on dates naked on television I’d probably embark on an intense workout regime and I would probably do some serious grooming as well. Having said that, there’s no way I’d date on tv at all, let alone nude, but I would totally date nude.

Etiquette for the Modern Homosexual #37

In a world that is increasingly “connected” by social media there is possibly an oversupply of communication in the world. Sometimes it’s best to just strip that back and do away with words.

Why communicate with clumsy words when a picture is worth a thousand of them? If one picture is worth a thousand words, surely an album of photos is worth many, many thousands. It seems so unnecessary to write a message when you can just sent dick pics.

Whether or not the recipient has asked for them or not, a bunch of photos, the more gynaecological the better, will serve as the perfect ice breaker. Goodness knows, fourteen photos of the groins of a couple says pure romance to me.

Would you be interested?

In the lead up to my funemployment, my boss and I were discussing ideas about my future career moves. One idea that I had been thinking about was running some photography workshops.

It’s only been the last couple of years that I’ve been confidently calling myself a photographer and comfortable saying I know what I’m doing. People may find that strange after two solo gallery exhibitions but I’d rather err on the side of cautiousness rather than blow my own trumpet completely off key.

I see a lot of photography where I think the ideas are there but the execution is missing some technical skill or the technical skill is there but there are too many ideas in the shot. Sometimes there are no ideas in the shot too which can be just as bad.

So, I’m putting it out there. Do you think people would be interested in coming on a photoshoot of a model with me where I take a group of people along, teach them what I’m doing and why I’m doing it. Each participant could get some one on one time with the model as well. I think I have some skills to offer and it would be a fun experience.

A great way to spend the day

Today I spent the day with some of my nudie mates. Five of us jumped in the car and went to a National Park to a trail that we know about. Once we were a few hundred metres into the trail we stripped off and hiked nude to a beautiful waterhole that we have been to before.

We spent a couple of hours just chilling out on the rocks at the top of the pretty dry waterfall, eating lunch and chatting. It was a beautifully relaxed way to spend the day.

There are certain hazards in hiking nude in the Australian bush. Lots of the plants are spikey and you do not want to get any of those spikes in your junk. We were pretty unconcerned about being caught nude as we’d found out about it through some other nudie friends of mine. The trail is pretty hard to find which gives you some peace of mind.

I highly recommend a bit of a nude in nature kind of day.

The signs were there.

Every now and then the internet throws something at you that gives you a flashback.

LONG before I was ready to admit to myself that I was gay, at the age of about 11 or 12 I was at a school mate’s place and we were watching a movie called Paradise with Willie Aames and Phoebe Cates. If you think of a poor man’s version of Blue Lagoon you’re about close. Just like the more iconic Blue Lagoon it featured a love story of a young guy and a girl and it also had some nudity. The gif above is from a scene where they were skinny dipping and my friend and I were, at such a young age pretty transfixed by the nakedness.

How on earth I didn’t know I was gay I will never know. In this scene we kept rewinding the VHS to watch it over and over again but my mate couldn’t understand why I kept going so far back to see Willie swim through first. I’m pretty sure I just pretended that I was slow with my reflexes.

So looking back there were very clear indications at about the time I was starting puberty that men were going to be the focus in my life instead of women.

I’m sure many of you have similar stories of your first inklings of being gay. Feel free to leave those stories in the comments.

I remember now

It’s been over nine years since I last worked anywhere else and 11 since I have had to regularly commute on public transport. Now I remember why I enjoyed driving to work every day for 9 years.

The last couple of days I have had some temping work at an agency on the other side of the harbour and that means getting two trains. I have no real problem with public transport but at peak hour it’s a bit soul destroying. At least the suburb I’m going to means that for about half the trip my train isn’t crowded.

There are perks however. As well as driving to work for 9 years, I’ve also worked in an area where I didn’t see many people. Now I’m back in the world of business and lots of people and it would appear that I’m reacquainting myself with perving on men looking sharp in business clothes. A nicely fitted pair of business trousers does wonders for a man.

Limited editions

Have you ever thought about buying a limited edition, hand-signed and numbered print?

Now that I have a new website up and running, I’ve added a shop with 12 different images available in three different sizes. When I release an image for sale as an art print, I limit it to five prints. I don’t want too many to be available because for me when someone buys one of my works it has to feel special. It would be a shame for someone to feel like they are buying something too mass produced.

I’m also under no illusion that my work is in such high demand that I’ll sell out of the prints anyway. If you are thinking that you might need some art on your walls, please have a look at the shop. If there is an image of mine that you’ve seen but it’s not available for sale on the site, contact me and I’ll happily discuss arranging prints for you.