Showing posts with label Titillating Tongues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Titillating Tongues. Show all posts

Thursday, October 11, 2018

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. 😉



Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Sleep Inside Me with Sexual Electricity

In October, I went back to the return of the erotic open mic event Titillating Tongues. The event is one of many open mic event produced by Michael Geffner for his Inspired Word series. And that's a keyword to what my presentation was that night....

INSPIRED.

For my entire presentation featured 3 poems. All inspired by images. One was a photo I found online, while the other 2 were drawing of mine.
When I came across this photo online, I knew at some point a story of some kind was going to come out of it. I just didn't know it was going to be a poem. I have no idea as to who the photographer is, or who the models are. So if you have any idea, please leave the info in the comments section.
Now, some of you might be pissed to see a man and a woman on my blog. Well, first of all, as a bisexual, I have an appreciation for the beauty of sex in all sexual orientations. Plus, the beauty of sex between a male and a female is how you got here. So don't make it ugly (and regrettable) by being a hetero-phobe.

In any case, there's no reason why you can't take that photo and imagine it being a hot guy sleeping with you. Let the beauty of imagination take over. Like I did when I finally buckled down and wrote this poem. Making this end result....
The next poem was very brief. It simply speaks of the electricity during anal sex born from the friction between a man's dick and his sex partner's ass. Hence the title, "Sexual Electricity".

The last poem from that presentation was inspired by the drawing to your right. It is meant to shall we say "flip the bird" to the sexual racism in the gay community endorsed by porn, and most other branches of gay media and entertainment. It's titled, "Black + White = Silver".

The reason why the poem is not included in this post is because of the power of Twitter.

In promoting my appearance at Titillating Tongues, I tweeted this pic along with the other 2 above, and someone putting together an E-zine is considering to include it in that e-zine. If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you probably have already seen this drawing. You just never heard or read the poem that was inspired by the artwork. You missed it by not coming to hear it read live at Titillating Tongues. However, if all goes well, I'll be giving you the info so that you can read it soon enough.

Well, I hope you like the artwork that inspired my latest erotic poems. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll have an exhibit at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay & Lesbian Art. LOL

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Open Mic Exhibitionism, Virginity Giveaway, and Loathing of Clothing


Last year, it was quite disappointing to learn that The Inspired Word was ending Titillating Tongues. Because there are so few events like it in New York City offering a safe space for erotic artist to showcase their work.

Well, I am please to announce that  Titillating Tongues in making a return. Before, it was at Soho Playhouse, then Le Poisson Rouge. Now, it's out of Manhattan, and coming to the Brooklyn speakeasy, Hell Phone.

What's special about this return is that I was introduced to Titillating Tongues by Aimee Herman emailing me an invitation to be a featured performer, and I have been invited to be a featured performer again in this return, but this time by Inspired Word producer, Mike Geffner.

I know I broke new ground there with my debut and various other performances. Some of which included me stripping on the stage, which led to a mention in TimeOut New York. Well, I'm not sure I'll go that far this time around, YET. For I have yet to see the space, and learn what I'm working with. In the meantime, I do hope that if you're in NYC, that you'll come by, and check me and all of the other performers out. And maybe even take part yourself since their is a 15-slot open mic.

With all that said, the only teaser I'm giving are the titles of the poems to be included in my set thus far:

LeNair's Exhibitionist Credo
Overdue Virginity Giveaway
Notches
Strut of No Shame
Loathing of Clothing

So if you're in NYC, I hope to see you all on September 23rd.
Get your tickets HERE. 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

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. ;-)

Saturday, October 18, 2014

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
____________________________________________________

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.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

The Great Gotten From Gotti


Every porn actor has a scene partner with whom they’ve had the best sex with, in spite of all the going and stopping involved in making a porn scene. And with 8 movies, 10 scenes, and 14 scene partners from movies alone, my time in porn is no different.

The name my scene partner went by was Favian Gotti.
He was a tall, slim Latino and didn’t say much. In fact, the most he said to me after walking in the room was “Hello”, and “Goodbye” after we wrapped.

It was an orgy scene. Me and one of the other guys, Shorty J, who I did a scene with just the day before, doubled-teamed sucking on Favian’s big dick.
There was another guy in the scene, who was also tall and slim, but his name slips my mind. Now, while I like all fit body types, I have a weakness for tall, slim guys. But Favian seemed to have an aura about him that had me hoping he was to be my top. And once the sex started, my wish came true. I got Favian, and Shorty J got fucked by the other guy.

Favian tried putting his dick in me, then blurted out, “Damn, his hole is tight”. Because while editing makes it look easy, like most of my scene partners and off-camera playmates before and since him, it took him about 5 – 10 minutes to get in my hole. I’ve been saying it for years, DO YOUR KEGELS, GUYS! They work for males, as well as females.

Anyway, once inside me, Favian started fucking me doggy style. I just thought to myself, “Oh my God! What is this man’s dick made of! Because it feels fuckin’ amazing!”

I know in orgy scenes in porn, the guys often switch partners at some point. Well, call me stingy, but I didn’t want to switch. And I was glad that while it was suggested at one point by the director, a switch never happened. And I think Favian was just as happy for that as I was. Proof of that will be told at the end.

 At some point, I wound up on the floor lying on my stomach to get fucked. My ass cheeks never stopped jiggling. From either me throwing my ass upward onto his long cock, or him banging my ass putting that long cock God only knows how many inches deep inside me. And with each thrust inside me, I kept tightening my sphincter around his dick. Because like a farmer squeezes a cow’s tit to get milk, I was trying to milk his dick to make him cum. For it was an ongoing fantasy of mine that never came to fruition to make a scene partner cum inside the condom, even though for porn, he’s suppose to cum from jerking off right after the sex.

I moaned and moaned in pleasure. To the point that I actually forgot that I was even on a porn set. So what brought me back to reality?

Our socially inept fucktard of a director, Tyson Cane yelling “Annnnd CUT!”

With sex that good, it’s no doubt that while I maintained my calm and said nothing, I wanted to respond by saying, “Mutha fucka, WHAT?!”

For not only was Tyson Cane interrupting an amazing lay, which was a much needed release after following the porn industry’s rule of no sexual activity to ejaculate for at least 48 hours, including masturbation. But over the past couple of days, 1)Tyson Cane insulted the sexual egos of both Shorty J and myself, and any real director knows that you don’t insult a porn actors sexual ego, especially before a scene. For their sexual ego is their tool to do a good job. So insulting it can make them vengeful; and 2) Tyson Cane’s cheap ass was paying me only half for this orgy what I got paid for my 1-on-1 scene with Shorty J the day before. And ethnic porn actors don’t make much as it is. Which means that while he paid me only $300 for my scene with Shorty J, I was only getting $150 for this orgy scene.

Anyway, like the idea of a switch, I also think Favian didn’t much care for the interruption. For after Tyson Cane yelled “Cut”, I was about to get up, but couldn’t. It wasn’t because Favian fucked me so hard that my ass muscles, sphincter, and thighs hurt so much that I couldn’t move. Actually, the adrenaline of that hot fuck made me feel no soreness of any of those muscles until maybe the next day. The reason I couldn’t get up was because even after the director yelled “Cut”, with his long cock moving very slowly, back and forth, in and out of my ass….Favian was still fucking me.

And giving not one bit of a damn how much longer his being inside made this shoot go, and possibly piss off the director, I had no intention of stopping Favian Gotti.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Gay Media...Religious Right Wing...No F**kin' Difference!!!

Gay media has long accused the religious right wing of ostracizing the gay community. Well, it's time that we look at the facts. Gay media is not one bit different. In fact, with that being the case, by throwing out such accusations about the religious right wing, gay media makes itself worse.

Gay media tries to imply that we should hate the religious right wing because when you don't agree with the religious right wing, they treat you as if your viewpoint is irrelevant, and eradicating you off the planet is an option. Doesn't gay media do the same thing? In 2014, gay media goes on witch-hunts like it's Salem, Massachusetts in 1692 looking for stories of gays oppressed. Yet do that same oppression within their own community, and to the straight community. Even when there is a bridge present. This is why this post is in the category of "Typical American Gay Male - His Own Worst Enemy". There are many examples I can use to make this point. So let me use these simple few.

For the longest time now, you have read of numerous blog posts of me promoting my appearances at the erotic open mic event' Titillating Tongues. And I have tried appealing to EVERY gay nightlife magazine I know of here in NYC (Next Magazine, Odyssey, and Get Out!) to try getting them to cover this event since it is pansexual, therefore gay-inclusive, therefore a bridge between communities of sexual orientation. For I find it ridiculous that I am often the sole gay voice in the room. But why have I yet to get a response, or even better, see such a story written as feature article? The most likely reason that I feel is safe to surmise is that it's not gay enough for them. For these magazines are littered with light faces doing nothing of depth. Either that, or making heroes out of heterosexual female music artists preying upon stereotypical gay desperation for validation. Yet when an artistic event that allows a bridge to form between the straight and gay communities is brought to their attention, they refuse to speak a word of it. It's like they live to wallow in the animosity, and refuse to show more depth to their prospective.

A perfect example of the bridge that can be created were the loud applause I got when I presented both "Blind Fuck Mind Fuck 5" at Titillating Tongues back in April, and most recently, "HIM" this past June. The audience, full of heterosexual artists and patrons gave a response that blew my mind. And it's not like I don't have proof. For the videos tell all. Those are not tracks of laughs, applause, and interjections edited in that you hear. They're 100% real. And the audience knew from my intro that I was telling a gay sexual fantasy. So why is this bridge not being taken advantage of? WHY?!

Did you know I have locked horns with Queerty so much over their shallow wannabe-journalists that they---have now blocked me from commenting. Sure, I can log in as a member. But they are so often on the negative stereotypical side that they've grown weary of me calling them out on it. So now, even on the rare occasion that I can agree with them, they have silenced me. Yet, when they allowed me to comment, Queerty allowed foul-mouthed and racially insensitive people to insult me with no punishment to those commenters. Does such a tactic sound EXACTLY like what the religious right wing would do? I believe so.

Queerty has recently went even further in their desperation to silence people who don't agree with their world. For in a recent article on their site, after 4 comments, they closed the comments. Comments were open on other posts, but not that one. What was so different about this post? 3 of the 4 comments in a nutshell bluntly said that Queerty was low on intellect. Nothing I haven't said a gazillion times before. So rather than single those individuals out by blocking them like they did me, they just closed the comments altogether. That only says to me that my individuality threatens them. So closing the comments was their Christian right wing-like attempt to make sure those other commenters don't become just as great a threat as me, or greater.

Well, after I called them out on this action by tagging them in a status update I wrote on Facebook, I checked back to see if the comments were still closed. They were not. I'm not necessarily saying it was because of me, but the timing is suspect. 

What makes gay media and the religious right wing so similar is the fact that these are 2 sets of fools claiming to be different, but are actually 2 asswipes smudged from the same messy shithole. Yes, that's harsh, but I am justifiably frustrated and annoyed. The reason they think they're different is because they were done at different times. With the religious right wing forcing a need for gay media, but gay media failing the community it claims to stand for. Because both gay media and the religious right wing are worlds of complacency, segregation, and hypocrisy. Thriving on their followers to do what their rules say, and never show an ounce of humanity or individuality by asking questions. If you do ask questions, you will be deemed as "angry", a "bad seed", "someone who should be cast out", much like God cast out Satan from heaven. So both are wannabe-gods.

But the problem with this behavior is that not a single one of them, or us is God. So if someone is a member of that community, we have no right to thrown them out. Question their behavior if it's not for our betterment? Yes. But cast them out? No. Between gay media and the religious right wing, whoever comes to this realization first, that is when they will be different, and one will undoubtedly be better.

However, until that time comes around, they are both loud mouths. Using their noise to hide both their hypocrisy, misery from their complacency, and loneliness from their self-imposed segregation.  

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Blind Fuck Mind Fuck 5

As I said in my last post, I entered Daniel Nardicio's Mr. Nude York contest for the 3rd time. And to no surprise at all, I didn't win. Of course, anyone with sense knows that the contest overall is not to be taken seriously. The troubling part of it is that the crowd's response shows the shameful degree of sexual racism many LGBT migrates brought with them as baggage to my multi-ethnic mecca hometown of NYC. But truth be told, I don't need a title. For at least I live the title of Mr. Nude York with no shame everyday.

And that is how I won big the following night.

For as also stated in my previous blog post, I did go as planned to participate in the erotic open mic event, Titillating Tongues to debut my poem "Blind Fuck Mind Fuck 5". Watch and listen to the video to get not only the backstory of how this poem all came about, and its lyric. But also find out how it was received....by a predominately straight audience.

Friday, April 11, 2014

2 Nights Stripping & Naked In New York

For 2 upcoming nights straight I plan on publicly displaying some skin.

First, there's me entering Daniel Nardicio's Mr. Nude York contest for the 3rd time. And probably losing again. But just like I said on the Facebook page telling of the event: I'm entering the contest. Even if I don't win (again), I'm game for any excuse to dance, get naked, and play with hot boners

So come cheer me on. For you know I'm going to put on a show regardless. And besides, I don't need a bar to name me "Mr. Nude York". Because my actions the following night will solidify that I'm Mr. Nude York.

I'm speaking of how the next night is the next Titillating Tongues. One in which I plan to go back to how I started appearing there in order to shake things up a bit. Maybe even more necessary since despite my appeal to various gay nightlife publications to tell of this pansexual event, I'm still left as the sole representation of gay male eroticism. So I need to go to extremes to make up for the deficit.

This will be the 1st time since my debut at Titillating Tongues that I will be stripping on the stage of the event. The reason being that it is relevant to the story I'm telling. Plus, no matter how many great stories are being told, the audience needs more of a change to look at than a different person on stage telling a great story through words and poetry to keep their blood pumping. They need visual aid to keep them alive, which is what I'm aiming to be. And since this is an erotic open mic, why not give them an erotic image for their eyes in addition to the image my words will give their mind.

Those words I speak of will be telling of a bondage fantasy of mine where I'm blindfolded and restrained while being gangbanged by 5 hot guys I know, but have never seen naked. Hence the title "Blind Fuck Mind Fuck 5".

So if you want to see this, mark your calendar for April 18th from 7:30 - 9:30 PM. And feel free to bring your cameras and cameraphones. For I have no shame in what I plan to do, and it will be YouTube-safe.

I hope to see you there.
http://www.eventbrite.com/e/titillating-tongues-nyc-erotica-open-mic-the-gallery-at-lpr-tickets-9706252663
The Gallery at Le Poisson Rouge
158 Bleecker Street
NYC
Doors open at 7 PM. Show from 7:30 - 9:30 PM
Cover $10

Sunday, March 30, 2014

K.B. Doppelganger


One night at the NYC gay bar, The Cock, while it’s more of a dive pick-up spot, guys on the prowl walking around shirtless even when it’s the dead of winter outside is not an unusual thing. And for this reason, because it had gotten so warm in there, although I am an exhibitionist, I was apprehensive to take my shirt off knowing it might give the wrong message to other patrons since I’m never on the prowl. But I took a chance, and took my shirt off anyway.

One reason for my apprehension was because in such instances in the past, guys have been very invasive of my personal space. After all, we are talking about the male human animal. The male sexual human animal to be more precise. This time though, most guys were respectful, and anyone who touched me without my permission only had to be told to stop once. Not more than once as usual there.

One person who touched me however, was NOT a guy. It was a girl. Initially, I thought she was beautiful. Beautiful enough that since I define myself as a predominately gay bisexual, she had a beauty that teased the small part of me that’s straight. This was short-lived however, because I realized that she was drunk off her ass. And drunkenness from either gender is a turn-off. Maybe it’s my Aries arrogance – wanting you sober so you can be fully aware to enjoy and remember my sexual prowess.

After I had pretty much written this girl off after a couple of hours of her coming up to me numerous times rubbing on my chest telling me how hot I was, I realized that she had a friend with her. Not the usual flamboyant guy that accompanies one or more girls into a gay bar. But this was another female. She was short with long blond hair who reminded me of a celebrity. And I knew it was the way her hair was styled that was throwing me off as to which celebrity. So focusing on her face, I realized which celebrity she resembled.

It was Kristen Bell, who you might remember from “Veronica Mars”, and her brief stint on the show “Heroes”.
I always thought Kristen Bell was beautiful seeing her on a TV screen. But didn’t realize how beautiful until her look-alike was standing in front of me, stroking my bare chest, live and in the flesh.

The drunk girl was in such awe of me that she brought me to the attention of this Kristen Bell look-alike, who seemed just as attracted to me as I was becoming more so to her. So when I said that she stroked my chest, trust me, I had no qualms about it. I immediately had a variety of sexual fantasies of how this could play out. One fantasy had me taking her to the bathroom, making her pussy wet, then fucking her senseless with her pleasure yells and moans heard over the bar’s loud music. Another was of me taking her to the backroom area, freaking out the immature gays by putting on a show of kissing, oral foreplay, and straight sex. A third was me taking her number to arrange a fuck session to be done on an actual bed because the classiness she appeared to have deserved it. OR lastly,…. me being greedy and go for all three.

What made my fantasies go that far was the fact that unlike her friend, she seemed sober. A definite plus in my book.

Thinking back, I’m wondering why didn’t I make a move to make any of these fantasies become reality. Actually, a few connecting reasons come to mind. Starting with the possible reason as to why she touched me in the first place. For despite my sensing an attraction to me, I had to wonder: What if I was wrong? What if the only reason she felt comfortable touching me was because I was a male in a gay bar, which thereby makes me unlikely to respond in a way that makes her feel violated. While I know some females come into a gay male bar looking for what I call a “proof fuck” – a guy they feel a one night stand will turn a gay male straight, that’s not every straight woman in a gay bar’s story. Some women come in just for the illusion of turning the tables. Which is why as much as I wanted to, I refrained from blurting out my bisexuality. Truth be told, I’m more quick to reveal my bisexuality in pansexual environments anyway.

Outside of those reasons, there’s also the age-old saying, “You are known for the company that you keep”. And my concern was that she might have been just as plastered as her friend, but just masked it better. For I had yet to see a group of girls in a gay bar, and all in that group aren’t plastered to some extent.

Well, there’s a first time for everything. And maybe this was a first for this. Too bad the price I paid for not realizing it sooner was my chance to bang her….a  Kristen Bell doppelganger.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Titillating In A Different Way

Tomorrow night, this Friday, is another month of Titillating Tongues.

This time, I'm doing something a little different. Instead of poetry, I'm telling a story. An erotic tale about how one night at the NYC gay bar, The Cock, I came face-to-face with a celebrity look-alike. The real draw to this story are the fantasies that followed because of this meeting. As well as to why at of all places, The Cock, did these fantasies stay fantasies, and never become reality.
I might do poetry if time allows. But regardless, if you're in NYC, then you'll have to come to the event to find out all of this.

 The Gallery at LPR (Le Poisson Rouge)
158 Bleecker Street
New York, NY 10012
(212) 353-3474

By subway, take the A, B, C, D, E, F to West 4th Street-Washington Square.

Doors open for sign-up @ 7pm.

Cover Charge: $10

You can purchase advance tickets via http://eroticaopenmicnyc.eventbrite.com./

21+ Age Limit!

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Cold Outside, Warm In You

 
I debuted this poem at Titillating Tongues on December 20, 2013 to a small crowd on a night nowhere near as cold as the cold weather that's been hitting some parts of the U.S. lately. So with presenting it here, I hope you have someone to cuddle with, and/or....
feel the warmth inside of.


Poem's lyrics can be found by clicking on the poem title in the Soundcloud widget.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Saturday, November 16, 2013

'Make Me Pay' Before I 'Wet Your Flesh'

On Friday, I debuted the poems I mentioned in my last blog post. I didn't do videos this time. Instead, I audio recorded them, and uploaded them to SoundCloud.

Brief backstories for these poems (namely "Make Me Pay") are told in their introductions, while more detailed ones are also in my last blog post. As for the lyrics, I've included them in each recording's description.

Enjoy.



Thursday, November 7, 2013

Back Titillating With A Vengence

I've become a regular at Mike Geffner's Inspired Word erotica open mic event, Titillating Tongues. Hence why I created a category on this blog dedicated to it.

Usually within a week after my appearance, I'm back at work on something new to present for the next month. However, after my appearance in September, such was not the case. I instead worked on more personal non-sexual material.

I've come to use erotic poetry as a way to address social woes that effect us all. I sometimes tell them from a gay perspective, and other times I've made it sexually ambivalent. The latter is better since as I've said before, Titillating Tongues is an event open to all sexual orientations. Well, this time I'm doing both.

Make Me Pay - We've all had those repeated trysts, hook-ups or booty calls with a friend with benefits, or fuck-buddy (whatever words you want to use) who we know we shouldn't be bothered with because of something they do. Be they a drug/alcohol abuser, a criminal, a gang member, whatever.  However, after allowing ourselves to have sex with them just once, the chemistry between you two makes the sex  so good that you can't say "No" in spite of his flaws. And when the sex is bad, your conscious mind says, you're done. However, your subconscious mind decides that the next time will be better...And it turns out being right. But what isn't right is the fact that you gave in the first time. So you subconsciously use some kind of BDSM in sex to punish yourself for that giving in. Well, that's the story behind "Make Me Pay".

Normally in my poetry, I give a solution. But this time, do I stick to that program, or am I changing it up to tell a tale of hot sex that you can relate to, but have to figure out an individual solution for your individual situation? You'll just have to come by to see and hear for yourself.

Wet Your Flesh - There's really no big explanation of the backstory here. This poem is simply about initiating oral sex as foreplay, but also giving your partner the option to make it all he/she wants to do. Also, most talk of oral sex focuses on working the front, while rimming is something addressed in passing. Not in this poem. There is just as much talk about oral play to the backside as there is to the front.

The reason for the title of this post is because I feel the honesty of those personal poems I did during my month away from Titillating Tongues has trickled into these 2 poems. So I'm going to be more honest & direct than I've ever been, or ever thought possible. And for erotica, that means possibly more raunchy. This has me quite excited to see the audience reaction.

So if you're in NYC, come see for yourself on November 15th.
@
The Gallery at Le Poisson Rouge
158 Bleecker Street
NYC
Cover: $10
Sign up starts @ 7 PM
Show goes from 7:30 - 9:30 PM

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Lights! Camera! Now FUCK!/How Lust Should Be

This past Friday, I presented 2 pieces for my presentation for the erotica open mic event, Titillating Tongues. One was my anti-porn/pro-exhibitionism poem that I mentioned before, "Lights! Camera! Now FUCK!", and the other was a short sexy song countering what we see in porn by stating what should be in porn. Hence why the song was entitled, "How Lust Should Be".

With the audio from that night, I made 2 slideshow videos using sexy photos to help tell the story of the pieces. Including photos by PhotoFreedom, myself, and the overly photoshopped work of one my former porn directors, Tyson Cane.


Now, if watching videos isn't your thing then simply read the lyrics to both pieces, and don't focus on the pictures. Either way, ENJOY.

Before I go any further, let me say that Titillating Tongues is a great event. Hence why I've been attending it just about every month for a little more than a year now. However, if you live in or are visiting NYC at the time of one, the event could seriously use some gay male representation besides myself as both performers and audience members. For since it is an event meant to be welcoming to all orientations, there is no excuse to cut our gay selves off. Especially when one of the things the fight for gay rights claims is to want entertainment that is more inclusive and accepting of homosexuality. Well, look no further. You have it here. So staying away makes our community seem untrustworthy by being overflowing with hypocrites. So let's show we're better than that, shall we?

With that said, if I'm able to attend the next one, I do hope to see you there.


Friday, September 13, 2013

Behind 'Lights! Camera! Now FUCK!'

There are 4 words that I’m sure any exhibitionist should love to hear when getting in front of a camera. Those 4 words are…
Well, my plans for the next Titillating Tongues is to explore how one should connect these 4 words to being part of the porn industry. For while I've never heard those words yelled at me on a porn set, there are certain sentiments behind those 4 words that are very much present on any porn company's set. Sentiments that very often differ from those when they are said away from a porn company's set.

I also plan on closing with a brief song entitled "What Lust Should Be" to go out with a happy ending.

So if you're in NYC, I hope to see you there. For even though I'm only on the stage delivering a good erotic message for about 5 minutes, there's plenty more talent to bear witness to at this open mic event.

at
The Gallery at Le Poisson Rouge
158 Bleecker Street
$10 cover
Doors open at 7 PM
Performances from 7:30 - 9:30 PM


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