Finding the right pair of jeans has always been a dilemma for me. Years ago at the end of high school I was a loyal Levi 501 boy. Now, I’ve tried many different brands and most of them feel like they are up around my nipples somewhere. While trying not to look like someone desperately clinging to their long-gone youth, I also don’t want to be wearing the kind of jeans my father could wear.
I had a fantastic pair of Diesels that I bought about 5 years ago but they finally gave up the ghost about two years ago after intensive wearing, I just wore them out. I’ve had another pair of diesels that I bought on sale, because I just can’t justify that kind of money on jeans, but they were the ones that ripped recently and needed replacing. SO, I found a style that fits me really well, I like them, and, heaven forbid, they aren’t as expensive as my car, which isn’t as much of a stretch as it sounds. I had a pale wash pair of Lee L2’s, and today I bought the same style in a different colour. It’s such a personal thing with jeans, we wear them so much, they have to make you feel good or you are going out feeling less than your best.
Today I went and got a few things I needed and a pair of jeans that I wanted to replace some that ripped a little while ago. The jeans were discounted so of course I went and spent the discount on the Sex and the City Movie DVD. I don’t know why I torture myself like that. It makes me cry every time. It’s like those people who cut themselves. It’s emotional self torture.
I’m getting increasingly frustrated with myself and my lack of motivation at the gym. Granted I had a very restless sleep last night but I really should have gone to the gym this morning yet, once more, I didn’t. Having said that, if silks class was every day, I’d be there religiously. It might be the motivation of knowing that I’m capable of performing or just that it’s a great challenge, but I’m loving class this term. I’ve always really enjoyed it but both classes this term have been great fun. My teacher told me last week that I’m nearly ready to go up to the advanced class and then this week she said she’d finally watched the video of my performance and she was proud of me. Yay!
Three hours in the blazing sunshine with my clothes off lapping up the vitamin D yesterday saw me very very relaxed for the afternoon. I had some lovely company but had to leave around 1.30 as I hadn’t eaten much at all and needed to eat something. It looks like the working week is going to be rainy and wet here in Sydney which makes it easier to sit in the office.
Today has been a much better day. I had a good workout this morning at the gym with my training partner before work. Work wasn’t particularly exciting but it wasn’t stressful like yesterday, although I think tomorrow is going to be a LONG day in the office.
I’ve just got home from a really fun first class of the new term of silks class. We were all laughing and having a great time as well as learning new stuff. I had a couple of attempts at the finball, which is a faster version of the last trick in my performance video. Instead of being opened in a star shape, you keep your body straight like a pin and you spin much faster. SO cool, but a little brutal on the end.
It’s now after ten and I think I need to head to bed, so enjoy the pretty nude guys in black & white!
I’m sorry for not posting much tonight but I’ve been left battered and bruised by an emotionally exhausting day. Between some stuff with friends that I’m not going into, a lack of sleep and a horrendous day at work made worse by the previous stuff… I’m too drained to post and have nothing worth boring you with anyway.
So please, enjoy this photo of the ever gorgeous Jonathan Jesensky, who sadly has decided that he’s giving modelling just one more year before moving on to other endeavours. It’s a picture I could spend quite some time appreciating.
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.
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.
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.
