The wheels seem to be falling off my slut bus! I haven’t managed any action since Byron Bay and now my chat-site-of-choice is playing up and I can’t even search. I keep getting error messages and lock-outs. My right hand is getting bored with my company, there’s no chemistry anymore, we just don’t connect like we used to. My left hand just isn’t interested either. I’m getting very frustrated in all senses of the word.
I’ve not long walked in the door from an evening at the sauna or bathouse to you in the U.S. It wasn’t the most successful trip ever with more than a couple of guys not taking the hint easily that I wasn’t interested. Just because we are all there for random casual sex, doesn’t mean we all find each other attractive!
The favourite of the night has reaffirmed why I enjoyed Barcelona so much 7 years ago. Oh lordy the Spanish are a passionate lot aren’t they? He was a little pocket rocket. Not particularly tall but had a stocky hot body and a fire in his loins. No, not in a burning, needs a doctor kinda way.
I’m kinda enjoying the slutty phase right now. Let’s see how long it lasts. I know I still want more but it’s nice to relieve the pressure, so to speak.
Over the last couple of years I’ve been like a weary traveller stuck in an airport clinging wildly to my baggage refusing to just accept that I’m stuck in transit and have fun. SO in an attempt to divest myself of excess baggage and stop looking for my white picket home, I’m catching the bus.
Namely the slut bus to whoretown. I think my problem with the scene in sydney is, yes the attitude, but also that I’m jealous of everyone’s outward confidence and ability to put themselves out and about either sexually or just in general. I haven’t had the confidence to do either for a while. I’m trying to reclaim my inner slut and just get some damned action which apparently is harder than it seems. My slut bus seems to be hell bent on breaking down or is busy ferrying the special needs kids to school. I’m determined to keep trying though.
I was online tonight and ran into someone I know through the mardi gras parade and he laughed that my profile said versatile. Insinuating in a very derogatory tone that he knows that I’m a big bottom. If I were, I’d happily admit it. He came to this conclusion because I have several photos of my butt on my profile “and other reasons” which he wouldn’t clarify. Now I don’t care if people do think I’m a bottom. That’s an assumption lots of people have made over the years. In my younger days, apparently blonde and slim visually translates to insatiable bottom. What I was upset about was the tone that being a bottom was lesser somehow than being a top. Why do we do that? Tops would be nowhere without the bottoms that some of them seem to look down on psychologically as much as physically.
On Sunday night I got to bed around midnight after the punk gig and promptly passed out, curled up in my bed. When I woke up I saw that I’d missed a text message at 1 am. Now I’m a friendly guy, and can be quite accommodating but every now and then you see something and just think, really? Are you serious?
The text message was from a number that I didn’t have in my phone but given the nature of the message was probably someone I’d “met” some other time but must have deleted the number. It said “I’m so horny right now. Wish I could have you here fucking me so hard you force me to beg for more.”
Even if I knew who it was, I wouldn’t be getting up at 1 am and going to help the poor frustrated chap out. It’s nice to know they think I’m talented at what I do/once did to them and I’m flattered, but no thanks.
Tonight has disappeared from my grasp but in a good way. I got home and pottered around before I ended up shagging a guy that I’ve been chatting to online. It makes a welcome change from my usual release, alone. Now I find it’s 9pm and I’m running out of night to get stuff done, but I’m happy.
The last couple of nights has seen me being very frisky with no outlet for action. I’ve spent time online looking for local boys to play with but to no avail. On the rare occasions I’m really in the mood to get down and dirty with someone, there isn’t anyone around.
Tonight I was going to head to a sauna/bathouse for some horny action with complete strangers even after I was recognised by three readers of Aussielicious last time I went, one of whom gave me a glowing review in the comments here… we like that. It’s been about 6 months since I was there last and I haven’t had a lot of action since and even less of it much good. But today, in Sydney’s scorching weather, the last thing I feel like doing is getting stuck to a vinyl wipe clean mattress in a sweaty dingy gay sauna. I’m not in the least bit horny today. Oh well… another time.
This post is in response to someone I saw online last night. I was on a gay chat site and I came across a profile of a very hot young 26 year old guy in the U.S. He had two lines on his profile “Looking for BB mates, Looking to convert.” I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night worrying about someone I’ve never met and the mindset that makes them want to convert.
Before I logged out of the site I sent him a message asking why he would want to convert to HIV+.
It turns out he reads this blog and recognised me. His response was that basically he loves BB sex. There was no more explanation so I can just assume that he figures if he’s Poz then he won’t have to worry any more. Firstly, anyone who is Poz and knowingly infects you, regardless of your permission, is committing a criminal offence and can be jailed. Secondly, HIV and AIDS can still kill. While the medications are keeping people alive and healthy for a very long time these days, the cost of medication in the US is ridiculously high, every medication has a side effect.You may be able to go to bareback parties and go crazy but then you open yourself up to cross infection.
I’m begging you Nick, reconsider. Sex with a condom is still very hot. Why jeopardise your futre for a few minutes of fun? Any HIV+ readers, please comment and reason with Nick. Any comments promoting bareback sex and HIV conversion will be deleted immediately.
Today marked a different start to the year than I’ve had for the last few. It’s only three days into the new year and I’ve already had sex. Yay for me. Someone I met recently and have fooled around with a bit came over this morning, at my enthusiastic request and we got more acquainted, shall we say, than we have thus far. It was exactly what I needed.
The last few years have begun very slowly sexually for me from memory and with long breaks between activity, which will probably happen again. That’s all fine by me. I go through spurts, pardon the pun, of friskiness and times when I just can’t be bothered trying to involve someone else.
It’s a nice way to get the year under way.
This last weekend I was supposed to do a photoshoot of this hot muscle guy in a gym, and we were almost certainly going to tick off a couple of fantasies of mine and shag in the gym and lockerroom. I don’t know what happened but I sent text messages and emails trying to confirm the time etc and got no reply. So my fantasy of having sex in the gym and lockerroom is just that. A fantasy.
Last night’s little venture into the world of anonymous sex venues was a rare one for me and nearly didn’t happen. I was tired and not very sexy but after having something to eat when I got home and a nice hot shower and doing my grooming I decided I should go. I ended up being quite a tramp which was exactly what I needed. There was one guy that just would not take no for an answer and every time I passed him in the corridoor or steam room he would go the grope. Eventually, after trying to be polite I told him to fuck off.
At the end of my visit I was chatting to a guy I know there who does massage at the venue and the other guy behind the counter, who had seen me walking around with a hard on and stuff, asks me “Do you have a blog?” Damn, that still takes some getting used to, especially in a situation like that. Then I got home and someone a bit later posted a comment on my post about going to the bathouse saying “That was a great shag tonight – cheers.” I don’t know if that is for real or someone having a laugh, but at least it’s a good review, but why not say something at the time? Too funny.
I have a confession to make. It’s been 5 months. Not since my last confession, but since my last shag. I’ve had some fun with guys here and there but it was very early January that I last had any back door action, from either direction.
Tonight I’m taking myself off to the bathouse to get some action. To be honest I’d prefer something with a bit of emotion but Prince Charming is busy packing his emotional baggage and refusing to ask directions on how to get here. A man has needs. There are only so many times you can sort yourself out.
Isn’t life just cruel? I’ve been really stressing about the fact that I’m not getting enough work lately and I’m going to go broke very quickly, but because of the lack of work I had organised to have some seriously hot and heavy fun with a guy today that I met over a year ago.
So we were all organised for him to come over around midday, get naked and wild together. At 9:15 this morning my phone rings from the agency that gets me work and I’m needed at some place for the day, and possibly tomorrow. Today was my shag’s only day off and I can’t afford to turn the work down! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!
Hear that noise? Exactly. That deafening silence is the response I’m getting online for some action. I haven’t had sex in months because I’m more in the headspace of romance rather than raunchy action but every now and then a man needs some flesh on flesh contact and today I’m in one of those moods. I wasn’t necessarily looking for a fuck, just some fooling around with a sticky wet ending.
Murphy’s law seems to be that when I’m in the mood no one else is. Sure it was ten in the morning but when I was online, the people I was interested in weren’t responding or weren’t available. So, as usual I’ve just had to send myself blind with one hand. Watch the sexual tumbleweeds on the way out. My bedroom is full of them.
An Alderman in Amsterdam has announced plans to legalise gay-sex in a public park, essentially because it’s always going to happen regardless of legality.
“Amsterdam’s beautiful Vondelpark in the centre of city draws hordes of summer visitors, families, skaters and joggers. But the park’s rose garden has become famous as a trysting spot for gay men looking for uncomplicated sexual encounters.” Check out the full article here.
It’s so good to see people in the porn industry speaking up about safe sex. I’m all for people making their own informed decisions about their own sexual practices but it has to be informed and I just don’t think all the 18-20 year olds just hitting the scene have got the message. They seem to think they’ll be ok to go to a gang bang and bottom for ten guys without condoms.
Chi Chi has made a public service announcement video for Safe Sex is Hot Sex.
