Don't Learn From This

Very amusing but obviously not to be taken seriously.

A Very Rude Surprise

Weekend Hunting

I was out hunting this weekend. Actually, Friday night to be precise.

I went to the spa straight after work and as luck would have it the US Navy (the USS TARAWA) was in town. It's very obvious who they were - well-built young guys with buzz cuts.

I had my way (or rather, it was mutual) with one of them. He was one of them strong, silent types. I was very tempted to ask about the "don't ask, don't tell" policy and how he's coping with it - obviously one way of coping is to visit places like this. I enjoyed the thought of imagining him in his uniform and me taking it off, bit by bit.

He didn't seem up for much conversation so I left it at that.

It's not always the sort of place to make a personal connection. It's usually a fleeting encounter - each guy gets what he's come (pun intended) for and then we go our separate ways, perhaps on to another encounter.

It was a good night's hunting all in all - I managed to get off 3 times and was quite exhausted afterwards.

I wasn't expecting to get any sort of personal connection out of the encounters and it's not the sort of place - there are exceptions though - I met J at a place like this and it was an encounter which changed my life.

It's becoming clearer to me as time goes on that I can't keep going to these sorts of places indefinitely and I will need to settle down with a guy. It's not that I don't - I truly do but I've not met the right one yet.

Perhaps that's not entirely true. I think I've met the right one but circumstances don't permit us to be together. Then there's JH from Manchester. We've only met once and I quite fancy him but I don't know how he feels about me. I might get to see him in February but that's a big maybe. Hopefully will get to talk to him more to find out. The last time we had a night out doing a bar crawl in Canal Street, he had to duck out early as he wasn't feeling well so I didn't get to be with him as long as I'd liked but I remember kissing him goodbye twice which was once more than the other guys who were leaving and perhaps he got the hint. I should take my own advice and ask him straight up - the worst that can happen is that he says no and I'm no worse off than I am now.

Why does love have to be so complicated?

If there's any smart, sorted guys out there who might be interested in a date, please get in touch. Love to hear from you.

Postscript - 17th December 2007
It turns out that my encounter on Friday may not have been with a sailor but with a Marine instead. Not that it makes an difference to the outcome.

Women Are Clueless

How often do women moan in lifestyle magazines about men being clueless about what makes them tick sexually? It seems like it's a topic which features in almost every issue.

However, do women stop to think about what makes men tick in bed? Probably not. Or else you wouldn't get women such as this stupid cow pontificating about 3-way sex (ie. 2 girls and 1 guy) and how pointless it all is.

She obviously hasn't a clue.

Hey bitch, it's not pointless once you get it into your head that it's all about giving him pleasure. She had the nerve to say that threesomes were pointless because the man couldn't pleasure both women at once.

First of all, I'm not so sure about that - think about it. Obviously she didn't.

However, that's not the point. As I said earlier, it's all about giving him pleasure. It's his fantasy after all. From a straight boy's point of view, what's better than 1 naked girl? Well, 2 naked girls, 3 naked girls and naked girls ad infinitum!

Us gay boys aren't really that much different - just substitute the naked girls with naked boys and we're good to go.

That said, I enjoy 1-on-1 encounters as much as I do orgies. It all depends on who I'm with. If it's a close friend such as J, there's nothing I love more than being alone with him but if I'm out hunting, the more cocks the better.

I was trawling through my collection of group pictures to use for this post and was very tempted to molest myself but I've managed to resist so far. I'm planning to go hunting this weekend and I'm saving my load for the hunt - it's skins night at the spa on Friday - all the guys wandering the corridors sans towels. Should be fun......

EUREKA!!!! I think.....

I stumbled across something interesting on MySpace earlier today. I don't know whether it's his "official" page or whether it's someone masquerading as him but I think I found Anderson Cooper's MySpace page!!!!!

See it here.

I'm still planning to do a feature on sexy older men and Anderson is definitely someone who will be in the line-up.

My Shampoo Doesn't Do This

Time to change my shampoo, I think....

A Thousand Words

I don't think this picture needs any commentary - it really speaks for itself. If only the resolution to the unrest in the Middle East could be achieved so easily.

It's entirely a matter of personal preference and it has nothing at all to do with my religious/racial preferences but purely because I find the combination of the haircut, smooth and un-inked appearance more attractive that I can't help but find the boy with the Davidian Star more fanciable.

The Tara KLamp

I was watching a documentary on the Discovery Channel today and discovered this device to my horror.

It is a circumcision device of sorts and was featured in the documentary for its use in mass circumcisions in Indonesia (Aceh) post-tsunami.

It looks like this:

And it even comes in a kit:

For more information about how it works and for pictures of how it fits - see here.

It looks like a sort of male chastity device, actually.

I was circumcised as a child and with hindsight, I think this was wrong. I don't think there was any good medical reason for it other than it being the prevailing medical practice at the time (ie. to circumcise infants) when I was born, as was the case in the US and Oz.

Dr Smith & Dr Jones

A psychiatrist and a proctologist opened an office in a small town and  put up a sign reading: "Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Hysterias and Posteriors".

The town council was not happy with the   sign, so the doctors  changed it to read: "Schizoids and Hemorrhoids".

The town did not like that sign, either, so in an effort to satisfy the council, they changed the sign to "Catatonics and High Colonics" but no go.

Next, they tried "Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives" Thumbs down again.

Then came "Minds and Behinds",  Still no good.

Another attempt resulted in "Lost Souls and Butt Holes".  Unacceptable again!

So they tried "Analysis and Anal Cysts"  Not a chance.

"Nuts and Butts?" No way.

"Freaks and Cheeks?" Still no go.

"Loons and Moons?" Forget it.

Almost at their wit's end, the doctors finally came up with: "Dr. Smith and Dr. Jones: Odds and Ends"

Everyone loved it. 

Dear Penis

Some time ago, I posted an entry about the Syncsta Boys.

I recently discovered another pair of jokers who do something similar and this time they were lip-synching to a song called "Dear Penis". It rather accurately describes the relationship between every boy and his "best friend".

A friend of mine from Facebook sent me the YouTube link. I first met him on MySpace and he's a great guy. Don't get any funny ideas though - Marcy is taken. He's very much in love with Liam, as far as I can tell.

Enough waffling, here it is:

Postcript: As of 5th December 2007, Marc and Liam have split up - Marc told me as much when I met him last week. I think Marc is already in love with someone else but I'm not allowed to say who for now.

Oh Crap

I mean that literally.

I was driving to work today and my windscreen was splattered. What was worse was that my car was in motion at the time.

It must have been flying crap.

I've since washed it off - not that I'm obsessive about keeping my car clean. I'm not the sort of guy who washes his car every weekend, much less every day. I can put up with a bit of mud and dust but I absolutely draw the line at crap on my car.

Incidentally, while looking for pictures to illustrate this post (the things I do to amuse my readers), I came across a rather interesting website. I'm not sure whether it's taking the piss but it seems amusing enough. Take a look a look and make up your own mind.

What's Wrong With This Picture?

If you haven't spotted it yet, show this picture to your friendly neighbourhood Imam and you'll get an answer straightaway. :)

Someone From My Past

Someone contacted me on Facebook today.

I didn't remember him at first - his picture was unfamiliar.

It turns out that the last time we'd seen each other, we were both 14.

He was my first.

The first boy who touched me sexually.

Why didn't I remember initially?

It was a pleasant, if awkward experience then - it wasn't something I'd want to forget.

He's not married either.

I wonder if he's gay?

I Don't Know The Word For This

Zoophilia and necrophilia I know but what's the equivalent word in relation to midgets?

Self-Exploration

Sorry I've not been posting entries for a while. My life has been a bit of a roller-coaster since I joined Shell. Mostly good but it's not left me much time for introspection.

I've been doing some reflection these last few weeks and have reached the following conclusions:

1. I initially saw blogging as self-indulgent but it's become a tool for self-discovery; and

2. I think I'm reading to start dating again.

Perhaps 2 follows from 1 but I'll explore these in later entries.

In the meantime, I hope to post a retrospective entry about the end of the Rugby World Cup sometime this weekend and also a few things (in a separate post) as to what's been going on in my head these last few weeks.

I've been sitting at home all weekend drafting contracts for a series of meetings starting on Monday and while drafting contracts, it's helped to focus my mind on some of the things in my life outside of work - strange but true.

Not quite a trompe l'oeil

But some visual trickery nevertheless. Have you noticed how the chair is redundant?

Somehow I feel more sorry for the doggy.

Don't you?

Love Poetry

I indicated in a previous entry I've been doing some thinking about what makes me tick and recently I came across a couple of blog entries by some guys on MySpace which made me think.

It's apparently no coincidence that I seem to fall for guys who write poetry, especially those who write me poetry.

I've been in a somewhat melancholic moody (but not depressed - just melancholic in an introspective sense) and these two poems really spoke to me.

The first is by Jose. I've tidied it up a bit and the original sentiment is still very much apparent

To The One
In this world
I have you to look forward to
The day you walk into my life
And bring joy to my life

When we take longs walks on the beach
Holding each other's hand
Walking with bare feet
Looking at the stars

When we watch a film
Holding each other's hand
Being close to each other
Our hearts connecting

When we walk down the street
Showing everybody who we are
How much we love each other
Showing the world we belong together

The fights we will have
The arguments that will come
The "I'm sorrys" and "I love yous"
The smiles, the laughs
The good times and the bad
Knowing in the end
We were meant to be together

This is what I'm looking forward to
This is where I want to meet
At the end of this path
I hope to find you there

The other one is by Elliot Phillips and it's called "Love Is Like An Open Silence":

Love is like an open silence.
Love is like a barren land.
Love is like a winters day,
So cold and empty.
Love is like a broken silence,
Ending in a ghoulish dream.
Snaking around my tree house,
Cutting my trunk right down.
Falling from the highest branches,
Down to the snowdrift land,
Emerging like a ripe red berry
Shimmering in the snow....

Love is like a broken virgin,
Weeping in the grass.
Sinking through the murky waters,
Never quite feeling clean.
Love is like a moonstruck lover,
Grieving for her chosen man.
'Ashes To Ashes' Darling,
Her baby cries tonight.

Silence consumes us all.
The heavens consume us all.
The earth consumes us all,
To search for our chosen one.
Love is like an open silence…

Admittedly the poems which were written for me were a lot more erotic. Actually they were overtly sexual but I thought these two were quite moving as well.

Monkey Business

This picture or a variation of it will no doubt be familiar to most of you. This is taken from the Toshogu Shrine in Nikko, Japan. Sometimes there is a featured a fourth monkey with his paws over his crotch symbolising "do no evil".

For the purpose of this post, the two monkeys featured in the tattoo below have obviously nothing to do with their 3 (or perhaps 4?) wise cousins at the Toshogu Shrine.

For an interesting explanation as to the origin of the meanings behind the 3 Wise Monkeys, have a look at this link from Wikipedia.

Christmas Wishes

Apart from the booze and fags, that's basically what I want Santa to bring me in a few weeks - attached to the guy of my dreams, preferably. :)

This little gem is courtesy of Roland. If you're on MySpace, add him - he's a great guy.

Be Honest

Is there any guy out there with access to the internet who hasn't done this?

I don't care if you're straight or gay - be honest with yourself. :)