Within minutes of me finishing my aerials routine last week, the manager of the venue said to me “Now that I know you can do it, you need to get a routine ready for El Circo for when Ari isn’t around.”
Ari is the aerialist at El Circo dinner and show on Sunday nights. So the hunt began again for another piece of suitable music. El Circo is a bit of a mix of circus and burlesque tending to the darker side of the scale at times.
I found this Lenny Kravitz song which I think will work really well, it’s rock, it’s sexy, it’s masculine but still slow enough to do a routine to.
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Those lovely people over at aussieBum have put the video of my performance on their blog site Auslife! They are one of the sponsors of the Lifesavers with Pride float and supply us with all our swimming costumes for the parade, which I also wore for my routine. How cool!
The announcement that the NSW state government is stepping up with funds to help keep the Sydney Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras afloat has met with a backlash that suggests maybe Sydney isn’t the home of homo tolerance we’ve all been thinking it is.
This article contains quotes from NSW residents furious at the support of a cultural institution that brings MILLIONS to the economy every year. Not surprisingly the backlash has come from those older, conservative redneck folks that love a good talkback radio show to vent their bile.
Two of the best quotes for you…
“The next progression is to make homosexuality compulsory in NSW,” wrote Bill of Drummoyne. “I am livid and disgusted.” “What a nonsense,” complained Laurie. “Funding a freakshow yet cannot fund hospitals.” While one commenter has thoughtfully suggested a spot of hunting. “You have got to be dreaming if you think people in the country will put up with it. Forget poofter bashing, let’s go hunting!” said another.
I agree with the article when it suggests that this kind of homophobia only proves that events like Mardi Gras are still very relevant and necessary.
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My birthday yesterday (7th) raised an interesting topic last night over dinner at a friends place about the ravages of time on beauty. I said, honestly, that given a choice I would much rather be my 35 years old rather than being able to go back to 21 with an unlined face. That choice was made all things being as they stand. I can’t, if it were possible to go back to 21, take the knowledge I have now.
Brad Pitt was brought up as an example. We all remember his youthful stunning six-packed turn in Thelma & Louise looking all babyfaced and chiselled bodied. A friend said he’s looking a bit rough now. I said it’s because he’s chasing a brood of 6 young children around and quite frankly looking damned sex still all these years after Thelma or Louise (who can remember and who cares which is which?) had their way with him. For me, while I can spend hours admiring the beauty of youth, as I get older the lines on a man’s face tell the story of a life hopefully full of ups, downs, stories and experiences. Fingers crossed, when people see the lines on my face they aren’t tracing the equivalent of Route 66 across my forehead.
With the global economy down the toilet and the Aussie dollar losing 28 cents to the US dollar in a matter of a few weeks, I’m getting nervous about our proposed trip to Burning Man next year. The plan was to hit Burning Man with a couple of mates then for me, and the friends if they want to, to go to Vegas and see a couple of the resident Cirque Du Soleil shows before heading off to experience the wonders of New York.
I really don’t know if I can save enough at this rate with the economy the way it is and with other plans and expenses… Any rich benefactors out there? Why wouldn’t you want to go to Burning Man? Granted these photos paint a misleading picture of a naked utopia but I’m sure there is a pretty free atmosphere. I can’t wait… if I get there.
I had every intention to post last night but the server was down or something. Yesterday was my 35th birthday and while it wasn’t anything special about the day it was a pleasant day and I got to have dinner at my friends place which is always a good laugh.
This was my first birthday as a member of facebook, from memory anyway. I’ve never had so many people wishing me a happy birthday. It’s amazing.
Here’s the video for you all. It’s a strange angle to see yourself do silks from. My friends were watching from up on the balcony of the nightclub. There’s one bit when I do a straddle up and basically moon all my friends, sorry folks!
Sorry for the delay in posting this update for you all but I have been down at my parents place for my sisters’ and my own birthday family celebrations.
Friday night went well. I had a lovely dinner and drink with a friend who I’m hoping to see more of and get to know better before heading to the club for my performance. I was absolutely crapping myself with nerves by tat stage and couldn’t drink to help calm down. Finally the time came and all in all the performance went pretty well. It’s incredible the difference in how it feels to perform and how it looks to see it on video. I thought I was holding positions for longer than I obviously did. But that will all come with performance practice I guess/hope. The manager of the club, who I know a bit, came up and was stirring me about doing something wrong. I didn’t take a bow. You can see him spin me around and make me bow to the crowd at the end of the video. It was a bit confronting coming down and standing there in my aussieBum’s being faced by a wall of spectators! The video will be up shortly.
Right, it’s the end of a long week and I’ve got 4 hours until I could potentially embarrass myself in front of loads of friends or conversely I could do really well. Right now though I’m just nervous as all hell. Thankfully I have a dinner to go to beforehand. So I’ll be nicely distracted with good company and won’t stress about it.
What it does mean is that I’m too nervous to post anything much tonight.
I’ve just got home from a long day. Work was frustrating today but not distressingly so and from there I went to my sister’s place to babysit my gorgeous niece and nephew while my sister and brother-in-law went out to celebrate their anniversary.
I’m about to go to bed. I haven’t been to the gym for a week so I’m determined to go tomorrow morning. I hope you all enjoy these beautiful photos of beautiful men draped nude all over and inside of trees.
About an hour ago I got home from my last chance to rehearse the routine for Friday’s party. Keep in mind watching this video I wasn’t concentrating too much on the faffy little moves between tricks or holding the positions but just getting through the whole thing and doing the tricks properly. There will be another video taken on the night and fingers crossed there will be a marked contrast. I’m nervous about the first public performance but more about the possibility of wardrobe malfunctions.
Anyone who is going to be in Sydney on Friday 3rd October, please come along and help raise some money for Lifesavers with Pride, the Gay & Lesbian Lifesavers Mardi Gras group. Money raised will not only go towards our float in next years parade, but also help gay and lesbian lifesavers with their training fees etc. It’s going to be a great night with DJ’s Luna T and Miss Kitty Glitter.
I’ve just come home from rehearsing my routine for my first public performance and I’m not quite as terrified as I was last week. If you are a regular reader of the blog and are there on the night, say hi, I try and be very friendly, but while I’m dangling from the roof might not be the best time. I’ve also hijacked the evening and am using it as a birthday celebration for my 35th (holy crap I never thought I’d make it) on 7th. I hope to see you all there! Click the picture to see the flyer in full detail.
Remember, always swim between the fags!
I’m throwing down a new challenge. There are so many talented, creative, witty, bizarre people out there and these days just about everyone has access to a webcam, video camera or even a phone with video capability. So, inspired by the likes of Scenic Boys who make great videos and the myriad of quirky and beautiful things on youtube, I’m holding the first annual Aussielicious Film Festival.
I want you all to send in your videos, preferably uploaded to Youtube or Dailymotion, making them embeddable so I can post them here. They need to come in under two minutes. The theme? I want you to make a short film that captures your personal definition or understanding of the word Aussielicious. I don’t mean this blog, just the word and what it means to you. Below is one of the ways I interpret Aussielicious, it’s me, and it’s nude and it’s the Aussie sunshine.
Here are the rules. It must be under two minutes, contain no explicit content (ie hard ons), be submitted by midnight Friday 31 October Australian Eastern Daylight Savings time and be entertaining. Entries will be posted on Aussielicious for the world to see.
I woke up this morning and was just sorting out what to do with my day when my dearest friend in the world called asking what I was doing for lunch. So my plans to find a couple of things that I needed and some other bits and pieces that needed doing have just gone out the window. I’ve just spent a couple of hours with my friend who is going through some troubles in her marriage, so it was really nice to be able to just chat and hang out. She had her two young kids with her, so after a couple of hours of Miss 5 year old wildly fluctuating from being cute, to throwing a tantrum and back and forth I’m exhausted.
Fortunately I’ve got a free massage in an hour. We love that. Apparently by me letting him practice on me when he was studying massage I was doing him a favour and he owes me. I say, bring it on. If anyone else wants me to volunteer for such an arduous task, I’m very generous like that.
So no beach for me today. Don’t you just love this photo of Gay Porn tough guy Jake Deckhard playing in the sand innocently like a child? So sexy.
My friend just put these on facebook. I’m not going to post any shots to incriminate my friends, not that any of us are recognisable but for their sakes I think it’s best. As you can see moving from left to right, the evening did degenerate a bit once the heels started hurting our feet and the punch gave us a K.O. hit. I still haven’t laughed that much in ages.