Hanging with the Guys At Brunch

Back in the end of January, I took a 1-day trip to Washington, D.C. to record a segment of the show, "Guys At Brunch". Also featured on the show was an interview with another former porn actor, Remy Mars. With our individual experiences in the industry, and our differing fan-base, I'm sure we would have plenty to talk about. Unfortunately, our spots were not shot in the same place or on the same day, so we never got to meet.

Some of you may be wondering why me and Remy never worked together. Well, while I've always thought Remy Mars to be hot, I personally am glad that we were never put in a scene together. For from my perspective, our looks and body types are just so similar that us fucking each other would be like a Black version of those sick-in-the-head incestuous Peters Twins from Bel Ami.

Those of us old enough have for years seen Barbara Walters get the interviewee nice and comfy. The interviewee thinks the interview is going to be a breeze. Then she hits them with a question or name of someone from their past where you can tell the interviewee is thinking, "Oh shit! I was not expecting that!" Such a moment is what I define as an interviewer doing a "Barbara Walters". And some may even say doing an "Oprah". Either way, in the end, the interviewer gets the information they're seeking for their audience, and maybe even themselves.

Well the hosts, Nicholas Garnett and Shawn Bradley knew that with me that I had no "off-limit" topic or name to discuss because of the bluntness I display on this blog. Therefore, if I experience a moment that I define as a "Barbara Walters", it's on me. Because I came onto the stage with a cool and shy demeanor. But underneath, I was itching to either call out an industry name(s), or respond to any said to me. Well, the interview was only 11 minutes long, but these guys are good enough that I got comfortable quickly. So with being at ease so quickly, I began feeling this was going to be a day I had no need to say or respond to a single name of one of my foes in the gay porn business. I was actually getting a tad disappointed. But that's when they sprung a name on me...

...Diesel Washington.

Of course, as you'll see, I didn't hold back. It was just more of a joke to myself where I thought, "Oooo shit! They just did a 'Barbara Walters' on me". I think the change of camera allowed my shock to not be seen by you, but I'm honest enough to let you know, it probably was all over my face. LOL

Later on, I discovered that on public access there are certain words you can't say. So once that was said, I knew in editing for television, at least one thing I said got bleeped out. Oops! Also, in advance, please forgive my stammering. It was due to the fact that my brain was keeping 2 large mental notes at once:
1) speaking my truth but being as brief and to the point as possible, which is a hell of a task for a writer like myself, and
2) the reason I needed to be brief and poignant, ---the time constraint.

Now that you've seen the interview. How did I do?

And not just me. Go to the Guys At Brunch YouTube channel, and leave some comments for Nicholas and Shawn.

Not Bad For 41

This past Saturday, I conducted my 1st photoshoot since I turned 41....with me as BOTH, the model and photographer.

When trying to come up with a title for this collection, I decided on "Not Bad For 41", because the truth is as I said in introducing my poem "3-31-41", aging is considered a BIG "no-no" in the gay community. So I decided why not revel in how I got to be 41 because I survived my suicidal thoughts before I came to terms with my sexual orientation? Why not revel in how I maintained myself so well at 41? Because unlike a lot of 20-, 30-, 40-somethings and beyond that I have encountered, I'm not masking some still-existing self-loathing with alcohol, drugs, and excessive socializing (virtual or real world) the way they do. Part of it might be genetics, but another important part of why I look this good for my age is definitely lifestyle.

As a song to include in the slideshow, I chose "Daddy Pop" by Prince & The New Power Generation, because not only do the lyrics fit as a way to address the many haters I have, do, and will encounter, but by gay standards, by my being over 40, I am probably considered a "daddy".

Well, this "daddy" has still got it. Better than a great many young 'uns.

What do you think?

Hook-up Sex Equations

I have always made clear that I don't have as much sex as people perceive me to have. At this point as least, between the specific mentions of a sex tryst via a sex tale here, a Facebook update, or tweet on Twitter, not much else is happening. I had to italicized the word "specific" because a good deal of my mentions of sex in those media settings are not based on a recent experience. Instead, they're based on a mere flashback that I've learned something new from.

With all that said, I think I need to make it clear about MY personal reasons and goals when I partake of a sexual hook-up. And also what I've observed of most other people's reason for partaking in them. So click and enlarge the pic below. You might see yourself. So I ask you: 

Does the equation YOU are following make TRUE happiness possible? 

For Your Eyes, Bi-Butterfly

As I said in a previous post, when The Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay & Lesbian Art put out their call for submissions for their exhibit "UNCENSORED: Queer Art and the Church", I took as a chance to finally draw my submission "Bi-Butterfly" after it had been in my head for years. Well, as they say "kill 2 birds with 1 stone", I also took submitting "Bi-Butterfly" as a way to "flip the birds to 2 faces with 1 flip".

For while the purpose of the "UNCENSORED" exhibit was to "flip the bird" to the hypocrisy of church members for trying to censor gay art, I used "UNCENSORED" to also flip the bird to gays that take issue with the reality of bisexuality.

The fact is there are many gays living miserable lives by way of always having a chip on their shoulders because their hetero-phobic mindset propagating a war of "Gay vs. Straight" or vice versa. So in their eyes, bisexuals like myself are looked upon as soldiers who refuse to pick a side, or as one guy trying to court me some years ago put it, "a gay trying to hold on to the straight world". Hence why unbeknownst to him, I called him a "loser", and never called him again, nor did I answer his calls to me. But I am not trying to be a soldier in this "war". For there is a war of "Closeted Gay vs. Out Gays" (paging Rick Santorum). However, the "Gays vs. Straight" war or vice versa is only in the cold hearts of drama-seeking gays.

Because of this imagined war, I knew that art pieces depicting bisexuality would be few and far between. So I knew my piece would stand out, not only because of the colors, which encompass those of the bisexual flag. But also because of the message that it sends out that bisexuality is just as beautiful an orientation as being totally straight or totally gay.

Since the exhibit ended Sunday, April 1st, I decided to unveil it here for those of you who have read the previous post mentioning it, but for whatever reason were unable to see it at the Leslie-Lohman Annex.

Compared to the models I used for the physiques in this drawing, I think I did quite well in copying them.

So now, you can add "Artist" to my list of talents.