Dumb Sell-Out Mo-Fo

My final tweet from this past Wednesday night was as follows:
TreXavier is going to check out Ass Wednesday @The Urge. Let me sit back and see if it's another racist crowd tonight.

Originally, it was an idea to possibly have me proven wrong, and see a Black guy enter the contest and win, even if that Black guy was me. Maybe my pscyhic ability made me write that, because the Black guys who entered (including myself) did not win.

Here's a quick rundown of the contest and the crowd:

There are 2 rounds, then an "Ass-off".
During the 1st round, the bar was filled with more men of color and older men. For whatever reason, White men seem to wise up to showing their love for the beauty of color in their older years. This made me think that while the guys from Round 1 inlcuded 2 White guys, the other guy who was Black with a nice round ass that Black men are known for stood a chance. Of the 2 White guys we had one older with a big, but flat ass, and the other was an Italian with a nice, plump ass. As it turned out....even against the Italian with the juicy ass, the Black guy won the 1st round.

After seeing this, I figured with my ass, it would be me against the Black guy from Round 1 in the "Ass-Off". But during the break between the rounds, the crowd changed from the men of color and older men to being filled more and more with a bunch of uppity Chelsea queenie-types. This shows why I hate bar contests with wins based on the audience, because the slightest change in patronage can ruin your initial expectation. Anyway with my competition in Round 2 being a flat-assed skinny White guy, you would think I had a shot. Right? WRONG! I lost to him, then because of that overload of uppity Chelsea queens the Black guy from Round 1 lost to that flat-ass-having skinny White boy in the "Ass-Off".

After the contest, anyone not living in denial of the racism plaguing the gay community could see that race was these people's deciding factor, and I thought with the Black patrons sitting near the stage talking about it that I actually had some people who I could listen and/or give testimonial to. It turns out these Black guys were actually debating amongst each other, because one of them was in denial of the racism. The author of TheBlackoutBlog asked in a tweet if this Black guy was light-complexioned. Good point, because then his naiveté may have been understandable to some degree. However the truth is, his complexion was the darkest of us all. And that's not meant to be insulting. It is the fact that added fuel to my anger over his voicing such impudence.

Therefore, this is meant to be insulting by way of being true....
This idiot went on to say, "It's a known fact that White men don't like a fat asses."

Oh, really?! Is this guy that fuckin' stupid?!

How many times has Michael Lucas made his White models arch their back for a pic so that their asses looks as plump and juicy as the Black guys he had refused to cast before this Recession. How many times has one of his many nemesis' Brent Corrigan done the same trick for a photo? How many times over the years have we not seen that trick in photospreads of White models for Honcho, Men, Mandate, Playgirl, Unzipped, etc.? How many times have non-Black porn actors/actresses become suspect to having implants to make an ass that may even outdo the plumpness Blacks are known for in order to please studios that want that kind of ass, but not on a Black actor?

The answer to all of those questions....

MORE TIMES THAN ANY OF US CAN COUNT!

You see I can easily pull out pics of these guys to show they may have nice asses, but not nearly as great as they seem in these pics because of an arched back and other means. Yet, notice their is no arch in my back in the photo of me above. Therefore, that picture is the all natural curvature of my ass from a profile view.

Anyway, this Black male, (by no means a man if he is this delusional), really needs to pull his head out of his ass, and see the real world that he claims he's a part of. Yes, early on in the argument, I asked him, "What world are you living in?"

He replied with his effeminate accent, "The reeeal wooorld."

Well, let me tell you Sir Deny-A-Lot....I-BEG-TO-DIFFER!

Once he made his claim of how he works in the corporate world, I knew right there that he was clueless. Because people who pride themselves on what they see of people in the corporate world live by the stereotypical rules of White culture, which is to be book-smart, believing that book-smarts is all you need to make you smart about life, when time and time again, that theory can be proven wrong. That doesn't justify the stereotypical rule of Black culture, which is to be street smart. The fact is you need a combination of the two, and this guy did not have it if he was to make such statements. The problem that enables this Black male's denial is the fact that the White people in the corporate world accept him because of his book-smarts, and are more than happy at his lack of smarts about life that make him blind to their racist views.

He tried saying it's a preference like my being versatile makes me not take up with a boyfriend who is a total top or total bottom. He said it's about what you want it bed. I told him that he can't compare the different mindsets that drives the 2 different scenarios. I also told him that once you set in your mind as to what features make a body part beautiful, if you choose a person your own color who lacks those features, over someone who does have those features but with a dfferent shade of skin, then you are a racist. The fact is that like both me and his friend told him that if you put me or the other Black contestant's ass with that fullness and roundness that a Black ass is known for on a White boy or person of lighter color than ours, those snobbish White faggots that later came into the bar would've been all over it. But since ours weren't covered by White skin, they did an action that said, "since it's not light, then it's not right". So even though it was only an ass contest, it's a sign of a bigger problem this Black male refused to admit to.

I've said in the past that this is a change in the gay community here in New York City, because I used to win that contest (or at least make it to the "Ass-Off") often. It's been the last couple of years that I've seen this racism that this Black person is in such denial of. So my annoyance this time is not losing the contest because of the racism. I expected that, and am over it. It was the unexpected denial of this Black person of the racism that surrounds him.

He was one of those types that like to talk over you, when you are having your say. I told him about my racist past, what motivated it, and the look at myself that made those feelings come undone. In the midst of this, he interrupted throwing in the age-old excuse that I didn't love myself was why I didn't like Black guys at one time. With my self-assured attitude, I'm sure you know nothing could be further from the truth. I corrected him by telling him that while I've always loved myself, I grew up around the stereotypical "thug" image, and found it in no way sexy, but I looked at myself and took note that I'm not a thug and I'm a Black man that is sexy as all hell and knows his self-worth, so there must be more like me.

Most people who interrupt the way he did, don't do it because they're right. It's because they need to convince not only you, but themselves as well of whatever bullshit their trying to sell. So they try to drown out your display of a superior intellect in the situation. Since I'm not dumb enough to be his spouse, unfortunate enough to be his child, or fucked up enough as his parents might have been to allow him to think being this rude was acceptable, I made it clear that for me his interruptions were unacceptable. It got to a point that I told him, "LISTEN! Let me talk and tell you why I feel the way I do, THEN....you respond!"

Since (1)I don't like have to talk this way to supposed adults, and (2) I was actually trying to get close to the Italian from Round 1, since we were checking each other out before the contest even started, I told this guy that I was no longer having this discussion. I turned away from him and went to the Italian, who I later spent 8 hours in a 3-some with him and a Romanian. A 3-some with 3 uncut cocks of guys living in NYC. What are the odds? I would tell that tale, but because of the overall events of the night, I had to prioritize, and tell of this dumb Black sell-out mother fucker whose ignorance almost ruined my night instead.

The problem with sell-outs is that their living in denial doesn't hurt their entire ethnic community as much as it hurts themselves by their lack of knowledge. And this guy is in for a rude awakening one day. My initial thought of his denial was that it was his away of avoiding showing any sign of suffering from what racially insensitive White people want to call "Angry Black Man Syndrome". And in the corporate world that he alleges he's part of, I'm sure there's a great many of that brand of White people there that he must put up that appearance for. I'm not saying he has to be angry, because in spite of what I write here, I am not an angry Black man. Only racially insensitive White and non-Whites in denial of racism will see me as much. However, I am damn sure a socially aware one, and THAT is what I pride myself on, and what he needs to do as well.

Asian Sensations Helped Make ME

After reading and posting a comment to a recent interview with Guy Tang on MOC Blog, I took a look at myself and realized that while I am passionate about erasing the idea of certain ethnicities having specific sexual roles, I'm just a tad more passionate about erasing the misconceptions about Asians. The question is "why?"

I always say that a lot of our problems can be alleviated by taking a good look at ourselves, and the paths our lives have taken, and realize how those paths effected our thinking. While it's not me saving the world, I did that very thing in figuring out why I seemed a tad more passionate about making people aware of how sexy Asian men are. Part of it is because in American gay culture, Asians are looked upon as being even less sexy than Black men, which makes them the underdog, and I'm always for the underdog. But another reason I'm more passionate is because in that revelation, I realized that a great deal of my sexual identity and the "Tré Xavier" pesona is due to my encounters with Asian men.

My most faithful readers know that I lost my virginity in a 5-man orgy that consisted of 3 White guys, an Asian, and myself. BUT of those other 4 guys in that orgy, while I was supposed to have sex with one of the White guys, it was his Asian boyfriend with whom I lost my virginity to. And you know what they say,...."You never forget your first."

And I most definitely haven't which is why I had to blog about an unexpected reunion with him. Also, when I ran into him again recently at a Bana Pool Party, when he said he wanted me to go home with him, I was damn tempted to blow off my responsibilities as a volunteer, and spend the rest of the night flip-fucking him until the sun came up and a few hours beyond.

Another highlight in my sexual identity where Asian men contributed was because of my blog post, "Asian Studs - Still Ignored Damnit!". All of the big name gay porn blogs covered it including Fleshbot, Gay Porn Times, and The Sword. That's how my name got out of the ethnic genre for studios, and was the beginning of making me the controversial blogger I am in their eyes today....and I wouldn't change a thing about. After all, someone needed to tell the truth, when no one else would, so here I am.

At the time I wrote that post, the bombardment that we were (and still are getting) from gay media of how "white is right" was really getting on my nerves more so than usual. So I started having flashbacks to the non-Whites I had been with. Since Latinos are way more tolerated and used as a means for a studio to not seem racist, I did focus much on the Latinos in my past. Like I said, I go for the underdog, which meant the sexiness of the guy I lost my viriginity to, the Asians who were phenominal sex partners at sex parties that I mentioned on my old blog, the one Asian go-go boy that I wrote about one year before "Asian Studs - Still Igonred, Damnit!", and one guy I dated briefly before ever getting into porn. All of them Asians who have a brand of sex appeal that the American gay media seems hellbent on ignoring the prowess of.

The sexiness of the guy I briefly dated was shown in my both times I had sex with him. The 1st time, a few years ago, after we briefly dated, we became friends. He did however offer for us to be "friends-with-benefits", but I lied to him and myself saying that it would ruin things. Because the truth is....I wanted to get naked with him. Some time later, by chance,we saw each other at the club Avalon, which has recently become a mall. We were walking around just after they opened the dancefloor on one of the upper floors. He looked over at a stairway, and said, "It looks like an alley, maybe they meant for it to look that way."

The next thing I knew, he was rubbing my chest. I started rubbing his, then he went off into this bathroom without saying a word, or even giving a signal. I deliberated with myself about how to react for about 30 seconds to a minute. I then decided that if he wanted a suck or fuck, I was going to finallly give in. So I went in behind him. Once in the bathroom, he asked me, "Do you have a condom?"

I reached in my pocket and gave it to him. Never getting to taste his dick, he put on the condom, and let my ass have it. Surprisingly, hard as he fucked me letting out all that pent-up tension I caused by denying him my ass sooner, he didn't come. He in fact told me to stop grinding my ass on his dick like I do when I bottom, because it was going to make him come then he would have to go home. So I let him get his bang out until he was pleased as he could get without shooting a load. Afterwards, I gave in to the ass-man in me, and with his telling me "Thank you", I got behind him squatted down, and kissed both ass cheeks. Smooth cheeks I've been wanting to see for so long, were finally bare, and I was not about to let the chance get away of seeing them up close.

The 2nd encounter was months after. He called me up after not speaking for awhile, and revealed that he was moving back to Hong Kong at the end of the year. When he realized I had never been to his apartment, he invited me over for dinner and a movie. I wasn't sure if sex was to be included, but I prepped myself anyway. We did dinner. He cooked. And during dinner, once he mentioned that he had been going to the beach and he has a tan, and I'll see it later, that was the sign that me prepping myself was a smart move.

He had me model some underwear that he was also wearing, we took them off, and he fucked me on the bed. There was a big mirror angled where you could see the bed. And he told me to keep looking at it. He didn't have to tell me anything, because besides the sensation of his Scorpion cock sliding in and out my hole (remember my thing for water signs), I was getting turned on by watching his beautiful ass go up and down, with the ass muscles flexing as he thrust into me. After he came, he pulled out the condom filled with his man-milk (which is another kink of mine that I may get into in the future). The sight of it made me want to fuck some more. But instead of requesting him to regain his strength from the workout he had just put on my ass, he threw the condom away and came back to bed so we could watch a movie.

In regards to body hair, I can go for a variety of men. However, there is something about the smoothness of Asian men's skin that while too many show ignorance by claiming that their natural state of having little body hair emasculates them, it makes my cock rock-hard thinking back to all those previously mentioned escapades with Asian men. Loving the wet slick ride my hands had rubbing against their skin when they worked up a sweat from fucking,  the few times I've seen them go-go dancing, or from a nice shower with them. I'm not saying that Asian men are my favorite, for every ethnicity has some physcial trait that I have great admiration for. It's just that in Asian men, touching that smooth skin is theirs.

Now the main idea of this whole post is to point out just how sexy Asian men really are, and how it's overlooked. Well, let me point out that idea of angling a mirror just right to see the action on the bed was an idea that I took with me when I moved into my last place in Jersey City. In fact, that mirror was in place with the French hottie, and the Swedes that I brought there. An Asian sensation contributing to my sexual growth and prowess yet again.

America needs to wake up and not sleep on what Asians can do sexually. After all, if you take into consideration how many acts in Asian culture come from the belief in stimulating the mind. And many a psychologist with tell you that the brain is the most erogenous part of the body. So it takes a foolish culture to ignore another culture of men when such a thought process is embedded in them early on in their sexual development and awareness.

I believe this post shows that I am one of the exceptions to how foolish Americans are in regards to recognizing the sex appeal Asian men can produce.

Video Review: Mixxxed Nuts, Vol. 2

For the 1st time ever, I went to the club, Escuelita here in NYC. Part of the reason I went was to meet up with a vacationing Parisian couple I met the night before in the East Village. And before you ask, no sex happened that night or this one. Anyway, it turned out being a night that the guys from FlavaWorks were appearing there. So when I saw Phil from FlavaWorks, part of my greeting was getting a copy of their new release, "Mixxxed Nuts, Vol. 2: Taste The Crunch".

While I'll get into great detail about the bad, the good of this movie is DAMN GOOD. To be honest, the sex was so good that with the exception of one scene, I couldn't get through an entire scene of "Mixxxed Nuts, Vol. 2" without busting a nut of my own. All the players were so HOT that the reason I shot my load before the end of the scene was because I couldn't decide who I wanted to be, the top or the bottom. For example, while watching Scene 1, one minute I wanted to be Mr. Saukei fucking the holy hell out of Cody Kyler's hole that I make his ass jiggle, but within that same minute, I wanted to be in Cody Kyler's place having my ass jiggling like jelly because of Mr. Saukei's acrobatic hard pounding. Then the next minute, I was wishing I was Tyson hitting Mr. Saukei's juicy ass from the back. So it was a good thing that while I was reviewing, I'm in good enough shape to easily go another round of beating my meat.

The beauty of reviewing porn is if you like something, you don't need to go that into that much detail as to why you like it. However, if there's something you don't like, you need to be thorough, because maybe you could say something to make what you found wrong not happen again. Especially, if you get enough people to back up your findings.

Such as for starters, some of the cumshots made me glad that I shot my load before the end of the scene. For some of the performers aren't cum-pigs. They were times when I saw performers dreading that load in their face, and it bugged me. Maybe because when I'm in that position, I look at a dick like I'm looking down the barrel of a gun that you actually want to see go off in your face. But since some of the performers are not such cum-pigs, they shouldn't be put in that position. Therefore, if an actor is not such a cum-pig, then he should be take a cumshot to the body, or on the ass, but not the face. You see, as a past performer, I'm all about the performers showing a love for every second of what they do.

This brings me to the one scene that I spoke of in the earlier paragraph that did nothing for me. That scene being Scene 4 between Justin Tyler and Markell. Both guys started out as good-looking, but as the dialogue began with them playing the all too common roles of the nasty-talking Black brute fucking the White bottom with low enough self-esteem to allow himself to be verbally belittled, those good looks faded fast for me. And I believe that because one or both performers weren't comfortable playing those roles, the scene lacked chemistry. Lacking chemistry where Justin Tyler seemed to just go through the motions and actually uninterested, therefore glad when it was over. And that made me feel the exact same way about that scene....glad it was over. Maybe some can look at that scene as "Mixxxed Nuts, Vol. 2" having something for everyone. But the "Black brute/White submissive bottom" scenario is so overdone that it ca. Besides, it has never been repeatedly sexy except to the emotionally depraved anyway.

I did not see the 1st  "Mixxxed Nuts", but the trailer for me gave one promise that made it more appealling to me than an overwhelming number of interracial videos out here today by its promise of "Black on White and White on Black". For this, I think "Mixxxed Nuts, Vol 1" would have earned a higher rating than what I will end up giving Vol. 2.

In watching the trailer for Vol.2, I got concerned. WHERE'S THE WHITE ON BLACK?! I was disappointed to see no White guys topping Black guys. Even the Parisians I was with were bothered by this.

I was hoping that once I saw the movie in its entirety that I would see a White guy topping a Black guy. You saw brief moments of Black on Black and White on White, but no such luck with seeing a White top/Black bottom. And for that, "Mixxxed Nuts, Vol. 2" score get a bit lower for me, because this is how it didn't have something for everyone wanting to see interracial porn. Those of us who have bettered themselves from the believed sexual roles of Black and Whites in gay sex were left out here.

I wonder, was the decision to not have any Whites topping Blacks in Vol. 2 based on a supposed outcry from viewers of Vol. 1? If so, in addition to the advice that I gave an anonymous porn producer who commented on a past post of mine about how porn directors need to get to a sex party to see what draws a crowd, and how White guys topping Black guys is one of them, I have this advice for FlavaWorks:

If you're listening to these people who complain about seeing Whites guys top Blacks guys, then you are listening to the babbling of fuckin' idiots who are a lot less powerful than they make you believe as to how much they contribute to the profit you'll make. That's why they do such loud whining...to over-compensate. You guys are artists, so go with your gut.
And FlavaWorks' intial gut reaction was to live up to the title "Mixxxed Nuts" with sweet White holes making nut from Black poles, and sweet Black holes making nut from White poles, because....THAT'S WHEN IT'S MIXXXED NUTS. And I believe that should be the selling point of the entire series. They did it with Vol. 1, but not with Vol. 2. I hope they'll take my advice here and do so should they make a Vol. 3.

And FlavaWorks, if you use that rhyme about the "holes and poles", I want a marketing job.

In my last video review, I hadn't come up with a definite system or unit of measure yet to show my feelings for the quality of a movie. I think I've now decided on both now. The unit of measure will be "cum-loads", and my system will be that I'll take the number of scenes, and rate the movie based on how many of those scenes you are getting you're money worth on.

With that system in place, "Mixxxed Nuts, Vol. 2" has 5 scenes, so the highest number of cum-loads is 5. Scene 4 caused me to bust no nut AT ALL, that's -1 cum-load.
For the looks of dreading the facial cumshot, that's - .25
Now, considering how strongly I feel about the lack of White tops/Black bottom combos, I could easily give "Mixxxed Nuts, Vol. 2" another -1 cum-load. BUT I will admit that it made up for it with the groupings in the other 4 scenes making for some PRETTY FUCKIN' HOT SEX. So for that, I'll say -.5

So with all that I pointed out as wrong, the good in this movie earned it 3.25 out of 5 cum-loads. That's not bad. I believe I gave some good advice, and I hope it is taken to heart, as it will definitely bring up my rating should there be a "Mixxxed Nuts, Vol. 3".

Tré Xavier - L’Enfant Terrible

When I'm written about at MOC Blog, I am always referred to as "L’Enfant Terrible, Tré Xavier". Victor Hoff, the blog's author recently asked me if I was at all bothered by being referred to as such, which in case you didn't know, "L'Enfant Terrible" is French for "The Terrible Child". To be honest, it has been an occasional passing thought while reading his post in the past, but since he brought it up, I deicided to give it some thought. Victor and myself have become friends, so I realized that I could look at being called “L’Enfant Terrible” by him either one of 2 ways or both. Those ways being:

1) Considering my reputation for stirring things up by calling people out, and since those guilty parties probably do see me as a bad child as a way for them to avoid taking responsibility for their actions....in their eyes, I've earned being referred to as “L’Enfant Terrible”; and

2) I can also look at it as being called a "child" at my age of 39 while knowing that a great deal of what I say makes sense is a way of saying that with that much wisdom, I still give off a youthful energy.

With such reasoning, my Aries nature of being an optimist is obviously at play here. And as it turns out, my conclusions coincide with Victor's intended meaning. So I take no offense whatsoever being referred to as “L’Enfant Terrible” by Victor. And I do take it as the compliment he intended. Thanks, Victor.