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Why do you like being nude so much? Can you identify the core reason? Are there others in your family that are nudies? What do they think of this “favorite past-time” of yours?
I love the freedom it gives and the liberation. If you experience social nudity with friends, it’s a very equalising and honest way of interacting.
No, none of my family are into nudity. My sister knows about my nudist ways, but I don’t think my parents do.

Committed relationships or hookups?
I have had some great hookups but I definitely want a committed relationship

By “a committed relationship”, do you mean sexual relations only with your partner, or every now and then could someone join you both? Are you very strict in your definition?
There are many interpretations for people that work very well for them. For me, monogamy is my absolute ideal. Total monogamy.

When photograph the nude men, are you nude as well?
Not usually. I try and maintain professional boundaries when I’m shooting. If I’m shooting a friend who is also a nudie and there is no problem, then I might be.

I know stock stanard question but just fullfils a fantasy…… cut or uncut?
I’m cut. As for my preference, I don’t have one. If a guy has a nice foreskin (and clean) then I’m very happy to explore it.

Why do they call bars ‘hotel’ when you can’t sleep at them. [unless you had to much to drink and before they kick you out!]
A lot of pubs do actually have accommodation, but I think for those that don’t it’s a way of sounding a bit more upmarket than a bar or pub.

Madonna v Kylie…Discuss?
Kylie all the way. Madonna is great but Kylie seems to be a very generous and chilled out person and Madonna seems very controlling and high maintenance.
Kylie has provided the soundtrack to my life. Not sure why she strikes such a chord with me but she does.

What has been you favourite gay experience?
Sexual? I have done some slutting around but one of my favourites was hooking up with an amazing couple in February on the cruise I worked on. They were generous, tender, funny, sexy and hot as hell.

If you could spend a day with Kylie what would you do?
I’d beg her to work with her in a creative role and tell her all my ideas for concerts, photo shoots and videos. I’d probably pick her up and give her a big hug too.

Why do “you” think your single?
Hmmm… I think I’m sabotaging myself because I’m so scared of being hurt and cheated on. I don’t know. Some friends think my blog scares people off too.

What do you think about massage? Have you ever had one by a gay massuer, or one with release?
I love a good massage. I have had several from gay masseurs both deep sports massage and more sensual. I have had release too but actually prefer not to. It’s great to build the sexual tension but not expect it to go anywhere, especially if the masseur is nude too.

I’ve been Formsprung!

Wow, it seems you all do have some questions for me. Since I posted my formspring page there have been questions popping into my email all day. I’m answering them as best I can on Formspring but I will also try and post the questions and answers here on a weekly basis or so.

Have read your blog for a few years, and I’m often struck by how often you seem sad. There’s a sadness in your face, even when the photo is of you at a ‘happy’ time. How would you describe yourself on the happy/sad scale?
You aren’t the first person to say that and I see it sometimes in my photos too. On a day to day basis I’m pretty happy and when I’m with my family and good friends I am happy but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that there’s supposed to be someone along to share the ride.

What is the key to a good photo? What are the things to avoid?
Lighting is crucial. Get plenty of light but not too much. Avoid taking a photo of a subject just for the sake of it, try and find something interesting about it to capture.

So what do you look like? Have we seen that before on your blog and I missed it?
The photos of someone camping nude under an outdoor shower are me. I’m all through the blog including the shot in the elevator that was with the original formspring post.

Why did you wait until you were 25 for your first gay experience? (btw - I was 26 and probably wished it was earlier). Do you now wish it was earlier?
Because before that I didn’t realise I was gay. I’d repressed all those desires and attractions. I don’t think I was ready before that, so no, no real wishes that it was earlier.

What’s your view of Australia’s federal election results? It’s exciting political junkies in the English speaking world.
It’s annoying the hell out of me. I don’t follow politics much and get so frustrated that they spend so much money and time bitching at each other rather than running our country.

Have you ever been in love, if so how many times?
Sadly no. I’ve felt very strongly for people but not love. For a hopeless romantic like me it’s tough.

What is your favourite movie?
SO hard to limit it. Fight Club, Single Man, Shortbus, Moulin Rouge are all favourites.

When did you know you were gay and why didn’t you have sex earlier than 25. I love the way you write. And the way you look.
I had sex with girls when I was 23, but I don’t think I’ve ever had confidence in myself sexually or physically. I never think people find me attractive. I think looking back in hindsight I’d figured out I was gay at around 13, but managed to deny it to myself for years.

What’s your guilty food pleasure?
Too many to mention, but usually salty fries.

Why are friends so afraid to be naked in front of each other…it’s rather annoying considering 1) We are guys 2) We are gay 3) No one gives a shit.
I don’t know and I wish it wasn’t the case. Even amongst straight guys I don’t think it should be a problem, in fact that is less of an issue because they don’t have the awkwardness of sex getting involved.

In the Netherlands, children learn in school all about your country, the culture, the people… I wonder if you learned about Europe / the Netherlands as a child?
Unfortunately not really. We learned in very general terms about European geography, and bits and pieces about culture but more about the British history and how it came to create the Australian nation.
I wish we had learnt more about Europe.
How old were you when you had your first gay sex experience and what was it like?
I was 25. The first time was at the nude beach. It didn’t go past oral but I felt so guilty afterwards. I enjoyed it but felt like everyone in the street for days knew what I’d done.
The first time I went “all the way” with a guy was the first guy I dated and I loved it.

Got a question?

I’ve now created a profile on Formspring, so there is an easy way for you all to ask me a question. My profile is here, so submit away.

Naked Camping and out of synch

This weekend just passed I took off to the NSW Southern Highlands a couple of hours out of Sydney to River Island Retreat, a clothing optional retreat where along with a mate, we were the only people camping. Saturday afternoon was a bit brisk with wind blowing up the river but I still managed to go for a walk of a couple of km naked. Saturday night was freezing cold but Sunday was bright and sunny so more wandering and exploring nude was done in the sunshine after seeing a cute little platypus swimming up the river after a night’s foraging for food.

On Sunday I jumped under the camp shower that my friend has (he has everything ever invented for camping) and freshened up and my friend took the shots above of me doing so. Now I’ve tried to explain that I’m as out of shape as I’ve ever been and I’ve realised what it is. No I’m not obese or fat but I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been and not for the right reasons. Over the last few months I’ve eaten badly and not trained anywhere near enough and the reason I feel so horrid is that I’ve realised that I don’t feel as in tune with my body as I usually do.

I’ve always been a sporty and active person, swimming every day as a kid, gymnastics, tennis, surfing and rowing. Everyone told me when I hit 30 I was going to get fat with the amount of food I eat and how undisciplined I am with what I eat. Stupidly I kinda figured when the deadline for my metabolism abandoning me passed without trouble I might have gotten away with it. Sadly that now doesn’t seem to be the case. Approaching my 37th birthday (October 7th) it looks like I finally need to start paying more attention to my wellbeing. Hence my current fitness challenge and having chicken and veggies for dinner tonight.

A clarification

A couple of readers have commented on my “before” post saying that I should be more realistic etc about trying to look like an aussieBum model. I’m going to clarify my goals for you. A few years ago I did pose for aB and was very slack in preparation. For this challenge, the goal is to look how I should have looked for that shoot. I am not trying to look like Toby or Andreas. Andreas is genetically blessed and works in the fitness industry. I could never look like that and have a job like I do.

Yes my motivation is vanity. I want to look like I do in the photos above or possibly a bit better. Clearly I can look like that, as that is me as recently as February this year. The ultimate aim that I hope to achieve from this challenge is to feel a lot healthier and generally better. So my goal is health, my motivation is vanity. I’m a vain man and I always have been. Sadly laziness usually wins out.

Flashbacks

My school reunion last night was a very casual but very fun affair. Our graduating class had about 180+ students in it but there were only about 50 there last night, and it’s only been today that I’ve been thinking where was so-and-so or I wonder where he or she was.

Some people had barely changed in the 19 years since we finished, others had well and truly outgrown their old waistline and a fair few of the guys had outgrown their hair. It’s amazing that after so long you can just easily slip back into conversation with some people.

I arrived with a couple of the girls I’m still in touch with and we ran straight into a group of guys that I recognised, said hi and shook all their hands. One of them I just had no idea who it was until I walked away and turned around for another look. Apparently half of them couldn’t remember who I was either, but the one guy I hadn’t recognised  at all, and who hadn’t recognised me turned out to be a guy I’d gone through ALL my school years with and grew up in the same street about 8 houses away. We had a good laugh about that.

Some people were socially awkward and odd back in school and at least one of them was still well and truly awkward last night. That was a brief and stilted conversation. All in all I had a fantastic night catching up with old friends. I also liked that by now, most people had seen on facebook or heard on the grapevine that I’m gay and even the “tough” guys that I wasn’t that friendly with back then, really didn’t show any signs that they had a problem with it last night. It’s nice to know we all do finally grow up.

Slow start to my challenge

Well, interestingly, after a good week at the gym last week, ever since I posted my self imposed aussieBum challenge I haven’t actually made it to the gym once this week. Granted I’ve been fighting a mild flu and have been sleeping in but I’ve been dying to go and work out. Thankfully I’m winning the battle with the illness and also with my lack of motivation in recent months. Yay for me?

I’m going to get my “before” photo this weekend and kick start this thing.

Challenging myself

You’ll have noticed that the last week hasn’t been one to find me in a particularly chipper mood. Money is tight, work isn’t fulfilling me and I’ve also been physically run down. This weekend I’m really trying to fight off a sore throat and deal with a stomach situation which isn’t pleasant.

I’ve decided that once I get my physical wellbeing back on track then the best thing I can do is give myself more goals, and look after myself. Setting myself a goal for the exhibition has done wonders for progress there, so fingers crossed I’ll stick to the goals in other areas.

I’m setting myself what I’m calling an aussieBum challenge. I did a shoot a few years ago for aussieBum in front of the camera and didn’t train at all for it and quite frankly I was frustrated with myself and how I looked in the shots. SO, my challenge is to get myself into the shape I think I should have been in for that shoot. That is, a lot closer to looking like Toby, Andreas, Tim et al, than I do now and did then. I will never be mistaken for an aB model in the street, but surely if my physical health is at it’s peak the emotional wellbeing can’t be too far behind?

Stay tuned for the “before” photos and measurements. Then in 6 months time, we’ll see what progress I’ve made. Let’s get the second half of 2010 moving along shall we?

Need a break

Things have been getting to me lately. More than they should. The horrendous “dates”, confusing “non-dates”, work is really fucking me off and I’ve been feeling generally run down. I’ve realised it’s all coming down to a desperate need of some time off work. My manager and I fairly regularly don’t see eye to eye and he has an amazing knack for not being able to comprehend that people have a differing viewpoint to him and a delicate way with words that feels like a sledge hammer between the eyes at times. Today I had to hold myself back from unleashing a torrent of abuse.

I had a brief conversation with the director of the company (a small company of 7 of us) and floated the idea of a holiday. I have 3 weeks worth of holidays accrued but sadly there’s no convenient time to take them, nor do I have any money to go anywhere. It’s all feeling a touch overwhelming at the moment and I really do need a break. It’s looking like I might have to grab a 4 day weekend, but where to go?

Ideally, if it weren’t winter I’d pack up and go to River Island and camp nude and lie around for 4 days doing sweet bugger all, but that’s not really an option in this temperature. Any dirt cheap suggestions will be welcomed.

Another one bites the dust

Sorry for the lack of posting last night. I went for a dinner catch-up with a guy I met on Grindr… let’s just say it wasn’t a raging success and I won’t be meeting him again. I’m now just looking at my sad and tragic dating life as fodder for entertaining blog stories.

A decent performance

Note to self, performances go better if you have rehearsed the whole thing. Last night I did my routine at the open rig night and did OK. I’m not happy with the last big. I got a bit flustered and didn’t polish it up properly or execute the trick very well. I think I’ll substitute that trick for something else as there is a lot of preparation for not a lot of payoff at the end. We’ll see.

Love Fool performance from Brenton Parry on Vimeo.

Ups and downs

Yesterday I was having a great day. I was excited about doing the first shoot for my exhibition, then had a great time doing it, then even more excited when I was editing the shots and saw that I’d got a couple of images I am really happy with.

Then today at work I was in a foul mood. My managers were just annoying me with poor planning and generally bad management, but I’m just home from a very productive aerials class. I still haven’t done my entire routine through, which isn’t ideal given I’m performing on Saturday night. After tonight’s class though I’m confident that I can pull it off. My only concern is whether I have enough in it to fill the song.

A weekend of mixed results

On Friday night it took me an hour longer than it should have to get to my parents place for a visit. Due to a large accident and a resulting detour, the traffic was horrendous, so it was a late dinner with my parents before sleeping in my childhood bedroom for the night.

Yesterday we all went for lunch, my parents and I, my sister, her husband and two children and my two grandfathers. Both grandmothers have died and it would appear that the men in my family kick on for some time. Dad’s father is a couple of months of 90 and my mother’s father is 4 weeks of 94. Sadly he is in very rapid decline. He’s been muttering about all the young guys at the golf club are dying, they are in their 70’s and 80’s mind you, and he’s bored. There’s no one to talk to. Now his memory is going, he’s very frail and in a home near my parents and his confidence and sparkle has gone.

Last night I was back in Sydney and made a rare venture to a dance party with my friends. Two hours later I was walking back to my car asking why I bothered. I think my days at dance parties are behind me. I’m just not cut out for them. They were never a big part of my life but now as I get older and more neurotic they are even less so. The hot guys intimidate and ignore me and everyone fucked off their heads on drugs just scare me with their wild eyes and grinding teeth. Oh well. I still got a good night’s sleep.

Annoyingly lazy

It’s been well documented on this blog that I struggle with motivation in the gym. For a few months after losing my training partner at the gym I managed to train hard by myself but for the last month or so I’ve been so incredibly lacking in discipline it’s stupid. It’s also frustrating.

I think it’s got a lot to do with all the other stuff going on in life, Dad’s heart attack, the tension around the house and work not being enjoyable. Now that Dad is on the mend after having a stent put in, some of the problems with work are being resolved and the housing situation has an end in sight, things will improve but I’m putting a call out.

If you need a training partner, want to build a bit of muscle and happen to live in Sydney, comment on here and let me know. Serious offers will all be considered. And P.S. I do walk through the locker room with my towel in my hand.

Things are happening!

I’ve had one of those days where everything is just going well… I’m not including work in that statement. It’s just there and will continue to be there but it wasn’t horrendous or stressed today. Along with a couple of other things that I can’t mention just yet, I think I’ve found somewhere to have my exhibition! SO excited!

Maybe there really is something to having a positive outlook and things happening. After chatting with Jason, whom I photographed on the weekend, I’ve been trying to shift my thinking and clearly it’s helping. Love it.