Like You - See All Gays As Sexual Equals

There have been enough instances in which my medium to dark-complexioned self will see a white or light-skinned guy check me out, look like they want to talk to me, or just fuck and be my top, but never make a move. However, they have no problem approaching a white or light-skinned guy to become their top, or approach a medium to dark-skinned guy to be his bottom.

Another instance I have seen often is a white or light-skinned guy who claims to be completely versatile or a versatile bottom, and while he might seem to be open to playing with guys of various colors/ethnicities, his urge to top never seems to surface with medium to dark-complexioned males. Instead, his urge to top only happens with white and light-skinned males.

These are definite displays within sexual racism.

Sexual racism is not just saying, "I'm not into <insert color/ethnicity here>". It is also limiting a person of a certain color/ethnicity to being only one specific sexual role. Such as the porn-induced idea that if a medium to dark-complexioned black male is to have sex with a white or light-complexioned person, that medium to dark-skinned guy can only be a top.

Also, the idea says that black males within that hue must be aggressive in their topping. Aggressive in a way that to the sane eye borders on sexual brutality and rape. A style that is a sexualization of white guilt demanding punishment. So if it's in porn today, then that means the porn producers and directors are problematic creatures in the mix. And the performers regardless of color are also problematic. Prove every bit as to why I think of most porn actors as a past poem states, "Fuckable Body,..Unlovable Soul".

I know some are quick to say that there are more blacks bottoming in porn now. Yes, there are, but not many. Nor do they have a variety of looks like their white counterparts. And before I continue, take note:

The few porn scenes that you see of blacks bottoming would have never come to be if I didn't speak up about it during my time doing studio-based porn under the name "Tré Xavier", as I pointed out in an article on my "Calling Out Ass Holes" Tumblr . In short, there would be no them if there was no me. 

So I started needed conversations then, and I am starting needed conversations now.

While I did write that article and see the slight changes, it hasn't changed the overwhelming racist sexual expectations of many white and light-skinned males enough. Like most forms of racism, it is so indoctrinated into all of our minds that most people of every color don't realize they're exemplifying it. That includes the black males playing the roles of the overly aggressive.

In most possible sexual encounters, I am still expected to be a top to a white/light person. Never mind the fact that my bubbly ass makes me much more desirable as a bottom than my proportionate dick does as a top.

Still, white/light-complexioned guys, (even when they are over 6 feet tall) come to my 5'6" 145 -160 lbs. frame having me being their top be their initial ass-umption. Meanwhile, a white/light-skinned male with the same height and weight and front and back endowments is either negotiated with about their position, or immediately assumed to be a bottom.

If you have problems with the white guy being assumed to be a bottom, then you are missing the point. For the point is at least there is multiple choice of how a white/light-skinned guy is approached. I, as a medium to dark-skinned Black man, don't get that same multiple choice. In any case, it's a clear sign that there is some racial profiling about medium to dark-skinned black males with their sexuality, and it needs to be addressed.

Of course that needed talk won't happen when the ignorance of many white/light-skinned guys is so obvious around us. It is shown in them doing studio-based porn. It is shown in the porn they do to show on Twitter, Chaturbate, OnlyFans, and the like. And it is shown by those not doing any kind of porn at all.

If you think I'm wrong, and are ready to give the prostituting stereotypical gay porn actor a pass by saying that he was paid to do that, then explain his OnlyFans, JustForFans, 4MyFans, etc.! If a white/light-skinned guy does studio-based porn as well as porn on those fansites, you practically never see him top a medium to dark-complexioned male on those fansites. What is so telling of how brainwashed and racist they actually are is the fact that the purpose of those sites for them is to do things without the puppet strings of a studio-based porn producer and director. Yet, there they are. Still under the puppet strings. Being another white/light whimpy, wincing bottom over the black dick that has sold out to yet another white person's desire to fetishize them.

With that said, just because you're a white guy doing 1 or 2 scenes for NoirMale, your run back to your all-white world still exposes you are a racist. OR because you have signed up to be the latest token black male topping white boys for CockyBoys, you're still a sellout and part of this problem. Neither scenario (or one like it) exonerates any guy of any color as to how much they are another lump of feces floating around in a septic tank. Thereby further exasperating this problematic imagery.

And yes, as much as the gay porn industry tries to deny accountability for how we gay males see each other sexually, I still beg to differ and cite porn as both a teacher and indicator. Based on the facts I am presenting here, disgustingly more so, teacher.  

This is why when we speak of "not being into" a person of a certain ethnicity or color, we must ask ourselves if our feeling that way is naturally us as an individual, or if something outside of our nature influenced that definition of beauty. White entitlement and the spoiled brat mindset it enables causes many white males to refuse to do that pause and look within. Hence why they are the quickest to call their racism "preference".

And colorism being a branch of racism that makes the gay community like Pre-Civil Rights Movement America entices many light-skinned people of color to play along for acceptance.

Now, black males are by no means exonerated from blame in this problem. After all, the black porn actors (past and present) in such interracial scenes, and the black gays who heed to the call of such white/light males to play what I call the "gorilla nigger" are willing participants. I am proud to say that I am not one of those black guys. I have probably lost most of the white/light guys I've dated because of it. If so, their loss will one day be a real man's gain.

Hence the need for this poem. We are about to head into the year 2021. So by now we should all be seen more as equals in all ways, and that includes sexually. Yet we are not, and that need to stop TODAY.

Top Me, Bottom - an erotic poem

While I think this poem is self-explanatory, its lyrics might have gone over some readers' head.

The gist of it is that if a man says he's a bottom, no matter how much you might want his cock in your ass, don't pressure him about it. Much like I said in "How To Make A Versatile Bottom Top", let him know only once about your interest to have him top you, then leave the topic alone. Let circumstance bring him around if such is in the cards for him. And even if that never happens, take solace in the fact that you have masturbation to get off to the thought if it happening.

Fuck Train Engine

In my blog article "Evolution of My Bottoming", I mentioned how the French guy I was with made me the front of a fuck train, while he was the center. And how he was such a skilled center in picking up the rhythm of the guy at the end (the caboose) that I could feel the fuck rhythm changed when that last guy entered. That made me also reminisce about a couple of 3somes I had with a hot couple in Harlem. And how I experienced the same shift of who was running the fuck rhythm because of them being that much of a sexually in-tuned couple.

With that said, as far as my sexual history goes, I have been the engine, the passenger car, and the caboose of a fuck train. However, my favorite part is being the front - the engine.

After a social media posting, I was reminded that there have been a number of misinterpretations of what a fuck train is. Mostly because guys hear a term, and don't properly investigate the exact details of its meaning..OR they make up a term just to so their male sexual ego can say they made something. This has led to many confusing a "fuck train" with the terminology of "running a train on" someone. I personally feel the term "running a train" is quite idiotic because it is already what is succinctly and more appropriately referred to as a "gangbang".

So I made this drawing to give a visual of what a fuck train is. As for the color of the bodies, it's my way of giving a big "FUCK YOU" to the narrow-minded perception bestowed on us by porn. For all of the fuck trains seen in porn make it seem that only white males are sexually adventurous enough to participate in a real fuck train.

Plus, a real pleasurable fuck train is only 3 bodies. Not 4 or more. These 2 pictures may look hot because of the vast number of men being sexually charged simultaneously counters so many forms of sexual represssion. However, in actuality, it's another stint of a porn director living vicariously through his performers. Telling them to do something that may look sexy optically, but is by no means pleasurable in real life. For the too many bodies make it is a ball of confusion.


Well, truth be told, my fuck train experiences have been pretty much the skin color scheme I drew. I was the front of the fuck train with the medium skin tone; the guy in me was lighter complexioned, and the guy who was the caboose has always been the darkest. This was never intentional. It just worked out that way. And I'm quite proud of it because the diverse skin tones show how being sexually adventurous is not a market cornered by one skin color.

With that said, I am well aware that I am not the greatest artist in the world. I've been drawing since I was in kindegarten, but fell off from improving my skill. However, I do maintain enough skill to make my drawings say what they need to say. And in this case, it is to say...

THIS IS A FUCK TRAIN.

Heart of Your Hard-On

Before the reading in the video on September 28th, the title of the poem came to me on September 8th. Right before I posted this on Facebook:

The idea came to me out of my love for seeing a man's cock as a work of art by nature.

This is not the 1st time I've seen an upside down heart in a body part I lust after. For if my long-time readers recall, the same thing happened in the backstory for my drawing "Upside-Down Heart Ass", which was an image I saw while banging a bottom from behind. And to this day, I am still flattered that the sex shop Shag posted my drawing on their Tumblr blog.

This is also not the 1st time I've written a poem based off of a cool sounding title. I run with such titles because I take it as a sign that my subconscious knows there's a message, or a new way of thinking to introduce through my poetry.

So now perhaps I've introduced poetry readers and listeners to a new way of looking at a penis. And if you think about it even further, a penis is one upside down heart going into a larger upside-down heart. Making the 2 meeting something that's meant to be.

Lastly, if the above version of the poem is too clean for you, perhaps the XXX gifs and video (from my studio-based and homemade porn) compiled for my XXX version of the poetry video would better suit you. Enjoy. 😉

The Unionization Seed

On June 29, 2017, the workers of The Pleasure Chest's NYC locations voted unanimously for union representation by the Retail, Wholesale, and Department Store Union (RWDSU). The above poem was written before the vote and uploaded to my Facebook, Vimeo, and YouTube accounts to show why I was one of those unanimous votes. My reasons for voting are also expressed in interviews I did for Gay City News and Into.

We are presently in union contract negotiations, and some key matters to us workers were constantly disregarded. So it led to the tale told in this video that is on my Facebook and Twitter accounts:



These events transpired because we were treated as if we are powerless when we are not. Before this, earlier in the week, something else happened that is summed up by this Facebook post of mine that I'll close with....

https://www.facebook.com/LeNairXavier/posts/1850986481595479

The Bottoming Ass-Man's Missionary

I have always said that I'm an ass-man whether I top or bottom. It's the reason why when I top, to please myself, I prefer doggy-style. The switching up is for my sex partner. However, being an ass-man even when I bottom, I prefer missionary. And it's for more lustful reasons than the obvious intimacy from that position.

In fact, I'm such an ass-man even when I bottom that I have had (and still do have) many a sexual fantasy about bottoming for a hot guy just by seeing only his ass, and not his cock. And sometimes, it's without even seeing his face.

For my goal then is to make the sex be about an exchange. I give my ass in exchange for him letting me grope his butt repeatedly. So from my love of the beauty of the male booty even while bottoming came this erotic poem:

Sexual Narrow Mind

Many things in the gay community dictate the perceptions and sexpectations we gay males have of one another. Based on everything  from our skin color, age, exhibitionism level, sexual orientation, etc.

The problem is... many of them lead to life as a lonely single gay male, using certain sexual exploits to overcompensate.

Unfortunately, the main influencers to this problem among us are once again, gay media, porn, and nightlife. For our straight parents can't tell us what it means to be a gay male. Add to that how many running outlets of those aforementioned gay sources tell you to do away with even the decent principles your straight parents taught you, you will then end up with gay males having ignorant and limiting outlooks.

Sadly, they will always be the main contributors to this problem until a complete overhaul is done. One that adds new blood to surge through the veins of these influential sources. New blood from those who are more self-assured, ethical, non-racist, therefore more representational of our country's rainbow of skin color. When that happens the relevance of poems like "Sexual Narrow Mind" will no longer be.


Sexual Narrow Mind from LeNair Xavier on Vimeo.

From Porn to Poet, ...Who Would've Predicted?

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Loathe Clothes

Fuckable Body... Unlovable Soul

Fuckable Body... Unlovable Soul from LeNair Xavier on Vimeo.

How can anyone respect, like, or even love a gay pornstar when 95+% are either racist, gay-for-pay, or lowering their worth by having sex with the aforementioned? That's why I have never respected the likes of Conner Habib, but the racism of gay media does. That's why me and Victor Hoff when he was doing Men of Color blog had a disagreement over Devon Hunter.

Victor Hoff once interviewed Devon Hunter. In that interview, they talked about racism in the gay porn industry, and what Devon was slated to do next. Well, not the exact words, but Devon Hunter's replies could justifiably been paraphrased as saying:

"Yes, there's racism in the gay porn industry... Well, let me go rest up, and abstain from cumming so I can be ready to shoot that scene for Falcon."

Yes, in that same interview, Devon Hunter spoke against racism, but also announced working for one of the most racist of gay porn studios. So excuse me. But I can't be of a sane mind telling myself to respect Devon Hunter and others like him when they claim to acknowledge the racism in the gay porn industry, then either pull out their hard-ons to stick it in the ass of a racist or gay-for-pay bitch in denial, or bend over to take in their dick... All in the same breath.

I've avoided this topic for so long because it meant calling out some people who I thought very well of at one time. The most recent known name is Chris Harder. So imagine my disappointment when he made his porn debut by signing an exclusive contract with Cocky Boys, says he's attracted to men of color in his debut video, YET to this day, Cocky Boys has no models darker that light caramel brown. Then after that contract, he has scenes with other racist studios, having sex with white boy after white boy.

And I'm sure some of you who are loyal fans are ready to chime in on how he's working with NextDoorEbony, so I shouldn't be complaining. Actually, me and any racially sensitive non-black still should complain. For NextDoorEbony is a branch of NextDoorStudios made up during the Recession so NextDoorStudios could stay afloat by doing "something new" (for them)---fetishizing black guys. And those black models are never seen in scenes for NextDoorBuddies or any other site from NextDoorStudios, like NextDoorStudio's white and light Latino models. So before coming to Chris Harder's defense on this, consider all of that.

Now, Chris Harder is not the 1st to disappoint me like this. He is one of a loooong list. It's just as always, it takes that "one too many" to make me address an issue in much greater detail.

So this poem is my self-realization of how the man I thought Chris Harder was, the good associates and friends I thought I had when I was in the industry,... they are all people who do not exist. I also might have to admit that the goodness was never there. Whatever the case, at least I'm acknowledging it.

Well, to prove the saying of how every dark cloud has a silver lining, the reaction from the audience was GREAT!!!!

Come See Me: Sex/Intellect - Same Body, Same Mind

Since 2011, I have been invited to read poetry at The Rainbow Book Fair's COME HEAR! Poetry Salon.

It is an invitation I consider an honor, and for that, I have always graciously accepted. So the invitation to read this year is no different.

For the last few years, I have tried to make my 5-minute appearance within those 6 hours mean something. Something that will linger after I have walked away from the microphone/podium. Last year, I did it better than ever with the poem "Beauty To 44 & 5 Despites". I was constantly stopped by other poets and guests thanking me for addressing the way under-discussed topic of ageism in the gay community. And for that, I thank all who have viewed the viewed the video I did of me reciting the poem shortly after.

With that said, this year, I'm combating how here in America, we as a whole have a problem looking at a person as an intellectual being, as well as a sexual being in the same space and time. Over the years, I've often felt this was why I never saw fans of mine at both my appearances at Will Clark's Porno Bingo and the discussions I've moderated for Men of All Colors Together. This makes us hypocrites in how we present ourselves to the world, for Americaas a whole is nowhere near as evolved as we present ourselves. And I would like to change that. So my plan is to do 2 poems. Two (2) poems that make it unavoidable to see me as both a intellectual and sexual being because there is no break in my 5 allotted minutes.

So what poems can you look forward to for me to accomplish my goal?

Praising Missionary, which is a sexy (sometimes raunchy) foreplay poem about being a bottom, and proud to do so in missionary position.

The necessity for this poem is because "thanks" to porn, both being a bottom and missionary position are seen by many in our community to be ones of weakness, worthy only of disrespect. If you think I'm lying, look at the profiles of bottoms on hook-up sites, and how the bottoms at backrooms and sex parties (too often) allow themselves to be treated. So with this poem, I'm using erotica to instill a much needed mutual respect between bottoms and tops, primarily in the missionary position. With the bottom having the rare chance in any art form to initiate demands for that intimacy.

We Are Armed (H.I.V.E. Soldiers) is my poetic declaration written for those who are HIV+ and their allies.

It's to be their stand against those who are show prejudice towards those with HIV.

I'm scheduled to be on from around 3:15 - 3:20 pm. So if you're in NYC on April 9th, I hope to see you there. And while I'm shy, you don't have to be.

Please, feel free to come up to me and say "Hello".

Boss of My Body/The Symphony from Sex

Dear Gay Porn Producers/Directors,

The message in this poem is for you. Especially if I have had the displeasure of working with you, or corresponding with you about working with you...

Normally, after I read a poem and do a striptease in the middle of it, I dash off the stage right after the poem. Not this time. This time, after reading "Boss of My Body", I stuck around to do another poem.

A poem about how often the best music to play during sex is the sound of sex itself....

"The Symphony from Sex".

These videos just go to show that you never know what you're going to get out of me when I take to the stage. ;-)

Chemicals In Our Night

Weapon Of Mass Seduction

Don't Disrespect This Fuck!

Due to how much I see poppers as a sign of a continuing sexually social epidemic within the gay community despite our present ongoing social acceptance, I have made it no secret of my disdain for them. To the point that I have made the vow to myself to never date a guy who uses them. And I believe this poem clearly explains why.

This sentiment is further explained in my poem, "Poppered Preacher". It's a poem about a minister-in-training who I was recently involved with. If you read my Tumblr blog post on Calling Out Ass Holes that was an open letter to the church he attends, then you have the foundation for that poem already in your minds. So I hope you will let yourself be enlightened by that poem as well.

Now, if you feel either of these poems made the gay community looked bad to the mostly heterosexual audience it was presented to, since I made it clear that I myself don't use them, that's not my fault. That is an issue that needs to be taken up with the user(s) of poppers that you are the most familiar with. So this problem will stop, thereby making me no longer need to address it. And if you're one of those users, then your ill-will towards these poems is your calling to STOP.

Don't Tell Me Not

Don’t tell me not to talk about sex

All of you fuck, and my talk is not so much to boast

Dirty as my talk might sometimes be

It’s meant for you to learn the most

As we live in this repressive society

Where “sex” is such a dirty word

That even couples need an arbitrator

So that their desire of one another is heard

I also talk about sex to undo the brainwashing

That we for centuries have been told

Sexual roles based on gender, orientation, and ethnicity

Can finally be broken from their poisonous mold

To see a woman’s vagina is a cherished passage for passion

 The sexuality spectrum has more colors than initially figured

And a Black male has the smarts to be a man

And not imitate porn playing “gorilla nigger”

So don’t tell me not to talk about racism

Showing yourself to be a racially insensitive bitch

For you wouldn’t want me to tell you to be quiet

If the power dynamic suddenly switched

Where my black skin made me perceived most beautiful

And intellectually treated to be the superior

Meanwhile, no matter how smart and beautiful you are in the eyes of God

I say you’re shit on the sole of my shoe, and inferior

You were hoping I was one of those Blacks

Weak enough for you to guilt into silence

Calling me “another angry Black man” to dismiss me

…But that only justifies my verbal violence

The only reason my violence is verbal and not physical

Besides you talking computer bold, instead of face to face

Is due to my faith in the God to whom I pray

So this is the point you should be on your knees

For it’s because of Him you see another day

So don’t tell me not to talk about God

Showing yourself to be insecure and unsafe

For if I’m not force-feeding you about religion

Only one thing makes you want to silence talk of my faith

You want to bathe in your arrogance

Believing all you do and have is all thanks to you

Like your every breath, every accomplishment, and wish come true

Well, if there’s a Judgment Day, you’ll be shown the truth

So don’t tell me not to talk about matters

That are staring us all in the face

For your insensitivity and lack of compassion

Is making your every breath a disgrace

So when God a.k.a. Karma beats you down

Taking away a loved life, material wealth, or physical prowess

Though none of that will be wished upon you

I will not shed a single tear

For I will become a link in the chain of insensitivity that you birthed

So it finally becomes clear

That if you do not stop trying to silence my truths

You will have plenty of comeuppance to fear

Mr. Big Fuck

Porn has taught you that your big dick

Will make the gay boys and straight girls swoon

Well, stepping to me with porn as your teacher

Is going to be your doom

I’m going to read you as to how lame you are

It’s a truth overdue to unfurl

I’ll tell of your cockiness laced with lacking skill

Shaming you to the world

You think all you need to do is poke a hole with your pole

And from the pleasure, I’ll quiver and quake

Bitch, me doing fake moaning like that of a porno

Is the only thing keeping me the fuck awake!

Invent some moves, learn the definition of “rhythm”

Instead of being a citizen of Rhythm-LESS Nation

For what you give is far from pleasure

Instead, they’re annoying, awkward sensations

You snicker at the guy with a 5” dick

Still thinking your bigger is better

Well, he makes me moan in bliss for real

And sweat fine like a swine

So the bed ends up a hell of a lot wetter

I am horny to take his 5” again

After being bored to tears by your 11

For he knows how to work that 5

And take me to Heaven

Maybe you’re used to sluts that don’t do Kegels

Loosey-goosey holes wide like the Grand Canyon

After letting porn tell them, “Go big! Go wide! Go long!”

So to feel anything, big just laying there is enough to stand

Trust me, the problem is not me, it’s you

I do my Kegels all the time

So explain why I’m bored out of my gourd

Meanwhile, my tightness blows your mind

Mr. Big Fuck

Who do you think you are?

Mr. Big Fuck?!

You said your big dick would take me to the stars

Well, Mr. Big Fuck

Try getting a refund on the porn you used for sex ed

Because Mr. Big Fuck

The only think big besides your dick is your ego

And neither are good enough for my bed
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Yes, porn especially has repeatedly told us that when it comes to cock size, "bigger is better". Well, to be honest, I have been bored out of my fucking mind while filming the scenes with 2 of the biggest dicks I've ever worked with Tamar Tyson in "The Booth", and gay-for-pay bitch in denial Double R from "Love of The Dick IV". And I must sight "Love of The Dick IV" because it is a movie too many are gullible enough to believe that to have been a hot scene of mine.

These 2 moronic directors are not the only ones who thought that these guys were very likely good fucks because of their "big dicks". Too many porn movies have been made to push this idea along, and I have slammed them in the process as well. With that said, proof of how bigger is not always better is 1)how I never raved about the sex with Tamar Tyson, and 2)contrary to a blog post I wrote for Pitbull Productions some years ago, know that I was paid to blog for Pitbull Productions, and the truth is the sex with Double R was FUCKIN' LOUSY. Hence why I made him the model for the avatar for the Soundcloud file of "Mr. Big Fuck".

Now, not all guys with big dicks are lousy fucks. After all, I did write "The Great Gotten From Gotti" about how good Favian Gotti's big dick was. The problem is that those of us with tight enough holes and skill (few of us as they are) can all agree that we have had way more Double Rs than we have had Favian Gottis.

Phone Slave

On September 29th, the proof of me needing to write and present this poem couldn't have been more evident. Not only on the NYC trains and streets while going to, while at, and going home from work. But cellphone use has gotten so out of hand that it was even at disrespectful levels within the audience at The Inspired Word open mic at which I debuted the poem.

First, when me and my guest sat down in a booth, a girl to my right was texting away while a performer was onstage. I initially felt offended for the performer on stage. That is until that performer got off the stage, then by chance I turned around to see that performer had left the stage to sit in a booth behind us, ...texting away while the next performer was onstage. It was blatant disrespect from one performer to another.

Sadly, this disrespect and loyalty to cellphones over human beings is not only seen at open mic events. They can be seen in every kind of show, in every means of travel, and in relationships. Hence why so many relationships are doomed to fail. It's really sad that this is what we have become. And I hope the lyrics of my poem made that clear, and we start a needed change within ourselves because of it.

Why are you such slaves to your phones?

Has it ever crossed your minds?

That it’s the reason you’re single and lonely

Letting it consume so much attention and time

You can’t walk down the street

Or climb up and down a flight of stairs

Without letting that damn smartphone

Get priority of your stare

Do you need to kiss the grill of a Mack truck

To make you finally stop being blind?

It’s scary to think it might take such a catastrophe

To make you prioritize your eyes and mind

And since such is the case

It is a damn shame

That it’s your phone that’s smart

But you can’t say the same

Maybe you should buy it an engagement ring

Maybe make it your spouse

Try living happily ever after

You and it alone in a big old house

So how will you consummate this marriage?

Once you and it have tied the knot

Groom shocks his dick fucking the charging hole?

Bride lets the phone vibrate in her twat?

Call my words vulgar

Call them crude

Doesn’t change how much they are the truth

And I will not change a single lyric

As long as you show you’re socially sick

Hoping folks see you engulfed on your status symbol

Thinking it makes you cool

But in reality, you’ve just shown yourself

To be a robotic, socially inept, fuckin’ fool!

For you hold onto your phone

Before you hold your child’s hand

Letting you children run wild

Without a single reprimand

Through the streets, through stores, or through a church

Where they’re going and what they’re doing, you’re totally unaware

Makes one wonder are they really yours

Hence why you don’t seem to care

You dismiss the blessing of children

And how they are to be adored

So what’s your excuse when they act out

From the years your “parenting” left them ignored?

We put on this façade like we’re so evolved

Yet we’re worst than prehistoric man

For this servitude to technology like camping outside stores

Makes closeness only LOOK bundled in our hand

Meanwhile, the human connect is getting out of reach

Creating many desperate social acts

We look and read the news wondering how and why

We became an age burdened with these sad facts

It’s because so many, too many of you are Phone Slaves

Clutching your phone like it’s your life and heart

Refusing to see the signs

Of how it’s tearing your life apart

Stop living a life of social silence by texting

Actually TALK to your family, friends, and lover

For if we don’t maintain our social skills

The growth of this Age of Anger by Loneliness

Is what we make ourselves doomed to discover

Cock Radio

I reblogged this comic on my Tumblr blog back in December 2012.

Ever since then, the fantasy inspired by the caption I made up has been in the back of my mind. Add to that how I like to play with words from time to time, it's no surprise how when this picture popped in my head while toying with the term "clock radio", that I came up with "cock radio". After that, the challenge became how to make "cock radio" actually mean something.

I hope I succeeded for you. Because based on the audience at Titillating Tongues that night, I think I did.

HIM and the backstory

      Ryan Driller     William Corazon       Richie Black        Wolf Hudson

If you're gay and don't know those names, maybe these gay porn actor names will sound familiar:
   Jeremy Bilding           Kevin Crows        Spencer Jones        Wolf Hudson

The reason why you might not have known the first names I mentioned is because in that order, those are the names they now use in their "work" as straight porn actors. For the record, let it be known that I don't know which orientation all of these guys define themselves as. However, based on the videos and tweets I've come across, most (if not all) define as "straight". Not to mention (with the exception of Wolf Hudson) the seeming "need" to change their porn name as they go to straight porn. It sounds like Escapism 101 in an era where escapism is futile.

For while I no longer follow porn like I used to, I discovered Richie Black's gay porn past with Randy Blue merely by chance. But in regards to his orientation, the video proof is there to show that he is in some level of denial regardless of how 100% straight his recent porn and tweets portray him to be.

I have made no secret of my dislike of the "gay-for-pay" porn genre, and my lack of respect for the performers and producers that hire them like Michael Lucas, Chi Chi LaRue, Jake Cruise, Chris Steele of Jet Set Men, as well as Lovari and the producers of Latino Fan Club. To the point that I have locked horns via porn blogs and Twitter with some of the performers and producers from that list. However, that does not change the fact that being the lustful creature many of us are that we still fantasize about "what if". And if the opportunity to be with such a guy presented itself that we just might go through with it.

That's where the poem "HIM" that I recently debuted at Titillating Tongues comes in.

When something does not add up properly, I demand answers. So as a member of free society, a male having sex with a male yet calling himself 100% heterosexual is such a situation in which I will demand answers. And no matter how in lust I am, if his answers are not to my liking, then we will not proceed with our mutual lust turning into a tryst. For as long as you're lying to yourself, you will NEVER be man enough to have me give your dick and/or ass THE FUCK OF ITS LIFE in reality.

I've worked long and hard on myself to learn, then become honest about my sexual orientation, so there's no confusion for anyone to get caught up in. So after my self-discovery of my being a predominately gay bisexual, I will only respect and give the prize that is my body to those who have done the same with their orientation with no actions to dispute their claim. Therefore with a guy that means him honestly admitting to where he falls in the bisexuality (or homosexuality) spectrum.