Equal parts

Sometimes you just need a friend to do recommend something you’ve always been curious about to give it a go yourself. No, I’m not talking about anything sexual.

About a month ago some friends of mine went to a psychic. They both had some absolutely spot on information come from the psychic without him having any way at all of knowing the details that he mentioned. In my typical Libran fashion I am equal parts sceptical about it and a believer. So what can I do? Go and see the psychic myself.

While I didn’t have any “rock my world” kind of moments, there were a few things that he said that made a lot of sense and he was spot on about. Like a lot of people, one of the things I wanted to hear about was my love life. Obviously there are no guarantees and the psychic doesn’t have any way of knowing for sure but he did say there was someone out there for me, but they aren’t someone who I know or have in my life right now.

It could be complete bollocks but even just hearing that from the psychic is comforting.

The return of Mike

The first pdf download I put up for sale of Mike understandably was very popular. We did two shoots so why not share them both with you? This time we have 36 pages of Mike showing a lot more of what he showed last time. This time he even has some fun with himself if you know what I mean.

Sadly Mike isn’t doing any more shoots these days. I’d love to work with him again. Just look at his body, and everything else!

This is the eleventh download I’ve put up for sale and while some have sold better than others I’m really proud of all of them. Visit my shop to buy “Mike, again…” or any of the other booklets for sale there. You might even want to treat yourself to a limited edition print.

There are more shoots coming. I’m photographing a beautiful Italian surfer hippy this weekend. Fingers crossed he lets me share all of him with you in a download too. Regardless we will get some beautiful photos.

Priceless friends

The word blessed is thrown around way too easily these days, just like amazing. It’s starting to lose it’s value and as someone that isn’t religious it feels weird using it anyway but at the moment I do feel pretty blessed. On Wednesday I posted a tweet about feeling alone. That evening a friend of mine who lives interstate gave me a call just to check in and make sure I was ok. He saw the tweet and was a little worried. To be clear, I do get lonely and have my “down” moments but I don’t suffer from clinical depression nor do I have any thoughts of self harm or suicide but my god it was nice that he called.

Just yesterday I was checking out the newly renovated iconic Imperial Hotel with friends and ran into a guy that I’d gone on dates with last year. Every time I see him it throws me a bit. It’s getting much better and last night we texted and are going to catch up for a beer as friends only next week. My bestie girlfriend does not approve. She doesn’t understand why I want to even be friends or in touch with someone who she believes treated me like shit. I disagree with her on that point. From my perspective he, like a lot of us, has some baggage that he needs to work through and sure, he didn’t handle things the best after he called it off but I firmly believe there was no malice or hurt intended. He just went into his own meltdown.

While we don’t agree on me catching up with him being a good idea, I am extremely grateful that I have such a dear friend keeping an eye out for me and making sure I don’t put myself in harms way. She’s not a violent person but I’d hate to be a person she believes wronged one of her friends.

These are the people we need in our lives. I’m not sure I’m always the best at being there for people but I do try. These friends are setting a great example for me.

Congratulations Iceland

Iceland, that amazing country that is so beautifully progressive and sensible. The incredibly stupid situation in America around guns, health care and even elephant hunting trophies looks even more wildly stupid when compared to some of the incredibly good legislation being passed in Iceland.

Not that long ago it was reported that Iceland had legislated that all bibles be sold with a mental health warning. Brilliant. That novel has done more harm than can possibly be justified by giving people hope that a man in the sky is going to forgive them one day for being a bit naughty, i.e. having fun.

A bill is currently before Icelandic parliament to ban most circumcisions. The bill says that circumcision should only be practiced when there is a medical necessity and that it is wrong for any genitals or part thereof to be removed from a child. If an adult chooses to be circumcised later in life then that is up to them.

Understandably some religious groups are angry. Circumcision is a very ritualised and important part of the Jewish faith and part of me thinks that should be allowed. I definitely don’t agree with people cutting off part of their newborn sons just to make it look neater or “more like daddy”.

I bear no ill will towards my parents for having me circumcised because it was so common back in the 70’s here in Australia. There is no need to do it these days. Sure there is some evidence that it lowers the risk of STD transmission but that is an adults situation to be dealt with and you can easily teach a teenager to wear a condom.

Just not ok

We all know by now that I’m keeping an eye out for a new living arrangement. I’m not in a desperate hurry to move but it’s time for things to change I think. So last week I put a post on Truenudists saying I was looking for a room. All good. Why wouldn’t I, as someone fond of not wearing anything, want to possibly find somewhere to live where that would be fine?

Someone commented on the post that they had just found a place in the right area and it was a shame as he thought we’d work well as housemates. His new housemate doesn’t do the nude thing. Nothing weird so far right?

It was the next bit that told me that we were definitely not a match to live with. After saying his housemate wasn’t walking around he followed it with “I still show him my boner though”. Um. What the fuck? It’s just not ok to walk around waving your boner at people that don’t want to see it. It used to be called flashing, now it’s called sexual assault.

It’s a bit sad how often the nudist world is tarnished by the more perverted element.

Giving it another go

Several years ago I had an idea for a coffee table book and I even started to shoot for it with a few guys putting their hand up to be in it.

It is an idea that is, I imagine going to be hard to find models for. I’m not going to go into detail but it requires full frontal nudity although to soften the blow, the participants can be as anonymous or identifiable as they like.

The topic came up again today in a conversation with David, who has modelled for me twice now. He’s happy to join in this project and I’m hoping he will be the first of many. Now the challenge is to find other models who are up for the adventure. It’s going to be fun. If anyone out there reading this is in Sydney or going to be in Sydney and wants to know more, please get in touch!

Wrestle me

Gays and their wrestling. It seems to be a match made in heaven. I’m not so into wrestling myself but I certainly get the man on man appeal.

About 9 years ago I had an email from some readers of this blog who put their hand up to do a shoot with me. They made no claim to be professional models but just thought they’d see what I said. I said yes. We got up early one morning to go and do the shoot in some sand dunes about 30 minutes away. We hadn’t budgeted on the boot camp groups and football teams all running up and down the sand dunes.

Once we found a quiet, out of the way spot, the guys got their gear off and started to wrestle. You might think that a gay couple, wrestling for a photo shoot might have taken it easy. You’d be wrong. These guys really wrestled, worked up a sweat and took it very seriously.

The shots are much less posed than most of my shoots. As a result it has a different and more candid feel but it worked really well with the rough and tumble nature of what the guys were doing.

In the years since, these two guys have become good mates and it was really fun to go back through these shots and have a giggle about that day. We never did get caught.

Head on over to my shop to buy the 40 page download, which does contain full frontal imagery.

Queer Eye in my eye.

A little over a week I had a quiet-isa weekend so I found myself trawling Netflix to find something to watch. When I saw the new version of Queer Eye, I was apprehensive. Was this necessary? Would it be too cheesy? In 2018 the gay rights movement has come so far with Marriage Equality legal in a lot of countries around the world, would the show still be relevant?

I have to admit that Jonathan the grooming guy was a bit full on at first. Shortly after though I, like a lot of others, bloody loved him. He’s completely over the top and camp as hell but he’s just being fiercely himself and he won over every single guy they made over.

The whole team are likeable and do a brilliant job of revamping the lives of all the guys. It’s far from a cosmetic, superficial transformation. They genuinely get to the bottom of why these guys have ended up the way they have. As a result I ended up crying in every damned episode apart from one. One of the guys just didn’t seem to embrace the experience or give any emotion back.

Going with your gut

There were a few people coming to Sydney for Mardi Gras that I wanted to work with. Sadly most of them were all only here for a short time at the same time which makes shooting them all difficult. When one of them is the delightful Timothy, you lock that one in. Sure, I’ve already photographed him three, , before but he’s always worth it.

One of the other candidates was someone I’ve been chatting to on Instagram for a while now but he also lives interstate. Josh doesn’t have the dance background that Timothy does but he’s a singer, actor and burlesque performer. They seemed like they would be a good physical match. I also had a pretty good gut feeling that their temperaments would work well together.

The end result as you can see is pretty homoerotic and sensual without being too graphic or sexual. Some of the shots where they look like they are dancing on the cliff are so good. I am pretty sure I’ll release one or two for limited edition print sales and stay tuned for a future download.

That time of year again!

Today it’s Sydney’s Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras parade and party. It’s also the 40th anniversary of the first parade which was actually a protest. People were arrested, named in the paper and had their lives destroyed by being outed. Thankfully they fought on.

This is also the first year of the parade that Marriage Equality is legal. It’s a massive jump forward and it feels incredible.

Obviously we still have to fight on for greater acceptance for ourselves, our trans brothers and sisters and lots of other members of our tribe but today really does feel like an amazing celebration.

You can’t be serious?

Today I saw a tweet about the poster for the new movie “Wrinkle in Time”. The tweet said that it was a lovely poster but “This is a great poster – but don’t they want little boys to see this too?” I’m guessing because it was full of imagery of the female leads and it’s all pinks and pretty colours.

Seriously? I’m stunned that someone thinks that because there is pink in the poster, boys will not want to see the movie. My response was “It’s parents conditioning that teaches kids to only like things if it’s got the same gender on the poster. If little boys won’t see it because of the poster it’s bad parenting, not bad design.”

It’s parents like that who teach their daughters to be pretty and sons to be lawyers. It’s them that tell their daughters to be careful when they go out as young adults, yet fail to teach their sons to be respectful to women.

Besides, isn’t it time we have posters favouring little girls? The world has been tailored to little boys and little men for far too long. It’s time to grow up. Meanwhile, enjoy the trailer.

Shipwrecked

It’s that time of the week when I release a new digital download full of flesh and deliciousness for you. Shipwrecked is full of images from my first shoot with the amazing Timothy whom I’ve worked with a few times now. I know I’ve said it before but it’s quite humbling that a stranger from interstate will agree to jump in my car and go to a nude beach to run around in front of my camera at 7 in the morning. I’ll always be grateful for people like Timothy who have taken that chance on me and helped create some beautiful images.

Lucky for me Timothy is coming down here for the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras parade and party which is this weekend so I get to work with him again. He’s only here for a couple of days and he’s made time to do a shoot with me. I’ll be photographing him along with another male burlesque performer who is coming up from Melbourne for Mardi Gras. Given they are both really only here and available on the Saturday morning, they are being photographed together.

I can’t wait. If it all turns out as well as it looks in my imagination it’s going to be fantastic. Fingers crossed.

In the meantime, head to my website and buy the 44 pages of eye candy that is Timothy and his soulful puppy dog eyes, Shipwrecked.

Struggling a bit

Do you ever feel like life just isn’t giving you a break? Maybe I’m just not learning lessons and life is just trying to teach me.

At the moment I’m going through one of my lonely phases. Really lonely. As usual it seems to coincide with a long drought of sexual action. It also coincides with doing some gay weddings as a celebrant. So far at all the weddings I’ve been to, including three same sex weddings and one straight wedding of a couple with a lot of LGBT friends, there have been at most one single gay man at any wedding, most there have been none.

I fully realise that I’m probably the problem. A dear friend saw a psychic a couple of weeks ago and even he said that I’m keeping men away. He’s never even met me.

So how do I fix my attitude? Right now I am wallowing in self pity wondering why everyone else seems to get a chance at love but I don’t. It sounds silly but as of last night I started a week long introductory meditation program designed to boost self esteem. It can’t hurt.

And Jorge is back!

Jorge and I have collaborated twice before on photo shoots with the first being especially popular on my youtube channel. For a few months now we have been talking about doing another shoot and finally, a few weeks ago we got around to it. Jorge had floated the idea of being a woodland nymph in this shoot and I loved the idea. I’m not sure I pulled it off completely as I don’t think I was on my best form that day.

It goes without saying that Jorge was looking as ridiculously sexy as ever and his cheeky nature was in full flight. He has tried to tell people that he nearly died on this shoot, falling out of and being impaled on a tree but thankfully that’s not true. He apparently doesn’t spend a lot of time climbing trees. Who knew?

As I said, I’m not sure these are my finest work but they look pretty cool with a bit of editing to add some “grit” to them.

So bloody clever

In my years on this planet, I’ve learnt many things about myself through constant over analysis. It could also be said that I’ve just plain old tried lots of things. Gymnastics, tennis, swimming, rowing, aerial silks, flying trapeze, bungee jumping, scuba diving, cooking, etc etc. That’s not unusual. Most of us try different things through our lives.

One of the things I had lessons in as a child is piano. I had lessons for three years and while my memory of my teacher is a kindly lady in her 50’s or 60’s, she may well have been in her 20’s but aged horribly due to all the stress of listening to my musical abilities, best described as non-existent. I can dance to a beat, tap to a beat but beyond that, I have no musical talent whatsoever.

So when I found Andrew Huang through Peter McKinnon’s youtube, I was very very impressed. This video is totally “off brand” for this blog but I just wanted to share his mad skills. He builds a song (and shows you how) using the sound of a piano being dropped from 20 feet as his beat. Sure, why not? Enjoy.