Friday, December 16, 2005
From David Letterman's Late Show:
Top Ten Signs You're A Gay Cowboy
10. "Your saddle is Versace"
9. "Instead of 'Home On The Range', you sing 'It's Raining Men'"
8. "You enjoy ridin', ropin', and redecoratin'"
7. "Sold your livestock to buy tickets to 'Mamma Mia'"
6. "After watching reruns of 'Gunsmoke', you have to take a cold shower"
5. "Native Americans refer to you as 'Dances With Men'"
4. "You've been lassoed more times than most steers"
3. "You're wearing chaps, yet your 'ranch' is in Chelsea"
2. "Instead of a saloon you prefer a salon"
1. "You love riding, but you don't have a horse"
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
fascinated by how men rationalize having sex with other men. Of course, the AIDS crisis has had considerable impact on how gay men rationalize sex, either protected or unprotected sex.
Two economists, Steven Dubner and Steven Levitt have sampled 150 men and women who had a relative who is HIV positive. While the sample size is small, not one of the gay men in the survey admitted that he had had sex with another man in the last five years. I guess these guys are either scared shitless or don't believe in protected sex. These gay men have assigned an enormous value to staying healthy. They don't want to engage in gay sex no matter what the tempation, because they have personally seen in a relative the implications of living with AIDS.
The authors believe that beginning in the 1990's, some gay men equated having unprotected gay sex with a very high economic value. That value was determined by cost of drugs, inability to work, healthcare costs etc. But this was before living with AIDS was manageable. Still there are many gay men and I include myself as one, that prescribe to the rule that unsafe sex is not an option. So I as a gay men, would equate and place a value on unsafe sex as beyond value, because if I was approached and offered money to perform unsafe sex, no money in the world would tempt me to do so.
These economists using 1992 as their base determined that it would take almost $2000 to persuade and convince a gay man at that time to have unprotected sex. I question this because it is an average. As we know, there are some gay men who are duped or fall into that "moment" where they engage in unprotected sex, so they do it for free. Gay prostitutes probably are divided into two camps, those HIV negative and those HIV positive. But with infecting someone with HIV unknowing leading in some cases to criminal prosecution, I would image that the cost of legal representation and lost wages as a result of imprisonment as well as the stigma of never holding a particular kind of job again, would make this value far more than $2000.
This is a somewhat unusual post for me. But I thought it could be informative. What it concludes that our sexual actions can sometimes be determined by value, either monetary or nonmonetary. A guy who can smooth talk convincingly and lays out for some drinks, can in the long run for the guy being seduced into unprotected sex, a very cheap pickup.
Your value to me as friends is immeasurable. You guys are worth far more than $2000. Though I sound like a damaged CD, I can never say too often, play safe.
Monday, December 12, 2005
As you can see, this Daddy Santa helper is not one of the brightest bulbs on the light string set, but he's got his heart in the right place, he's hunky, and is ready to make sure you get from Daddy Santa what you have written on his list.
For me, walking steady with a cane would make me very happy. Also getting my strength back and being able to lift weights and be able to do stomach crunches and pull ups again, would make feel almost like my previous self once more.
You guys have helped me very much so far. I will always remember that.
So don't be shy. Daddy Santa isn't a mind reader. But since I've worked with him in the past, I know that he always makes a supreme effort to reward really good and sexy gay boys and men with pleasures that will be welcomed and enjoyed over and over again. Like big hairy muscle hugs, you can never get enough.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
I guess I started cutting down my own Christmas tree in 2001. It was my mood perhaps. Probably it had to do more with my finances that year. Whatever I wanted to say that I cut down and hauled back to the house my very own Christmas tree.
In those back woods grew one tree nice enough to cut down. I was particularly horny that day. Since no other houses were built at the time, I had privacy. It was a warm day so I put on a pair of my logger boots, a jock, an open flannel shirt and headed out back to cut it down.
It was something I had thought about for a long time. I knew I had to do it that year, or forget the fantasy, since the lots next to my house were being sold off. I really had fun cutting it and hauling back through the basement and up the stairs and out to the deck.
One thing you have to do when you cut a live tree is have ready a solution to fireproof the tree.
It is a simple solution that has consistently worked for me. You take a combination of chlorine bleach,20 mule team borax, lemon lime soda, Karo clear syrup ( which by the way tastes great licked off some hunky man pecs or a stiff cock, whatever your preference), cider vinegar. You mix all of this and then add, liquid wool wash detergent. The cut tree is placed in a bucket of the solution and sits outside until you are ready to bring it inside. This mixture makes 2 gallons, and the tree just loves to drink it up.
Another hint about a live tree. Remember to bring it in and have it set in the tree stand over night so that the branches can fall naturally before decorating it. I love hanging Harley ornaments, and I make my own from long red licorice laces. More about other uses for these later.
As you all know, this year I can't be Daddy Santa's helper. I am trying to have a normal Christmas, but walking with one crutch makes me somewhat dependent on others. Since I am always the active guy, who helps Daddy Santa shower naughty studs with Christmas treats, it is especially difficult for me this year to assume this role. So any of you out there with this desire, please assume the position. It really is a rewarding undertaking.
In Christmas's past, I would love filling boots left for Santa with various hot stuffers. I love giving to my buds jockstraps, cockrings, and condoms. After all, giving is far better than receiving. I also enjoy stuffing these boots, be they leather, molded plastic, or molded paper mache with goodies such as those long red licorice laces. The boys really love tieing their balls with them. Also chocolate mouse mixes, whipped cream, anything cream filled such as candies, make great stocking stuffers. This doesn't have to be expensive. But imagination does make things interesting.
I hope that this has given you studs some interesting ideas for that last minute surprise. I'm sharing with you stuff that you won't find in any Martha Stewart book or tape. I guarantee that they will thank you over and over again.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
As reported in the Washington Blade, Mark Dalton,25, was released on parole Nov. 22, 2005 after spending 383 days in the Denton County Texas jail for illegel drug possession.
Dalton wants to return to his bodybuilding and modeling career and reactivate his web sites. Whether he returns to porn was not mentioned.
Mark Dalton is his professional name. His legal name is Jeremy James Son. His parents went to the correctional facility to take their son home.
Mark said that his stay in jail was very low profile. Some of the inmates wanted to start fights with him because of his muscular build. What kept him sane was the 10,000 pieces of fan mail he received during his jail time.
Let's hope Mark's partying days are behind him and that he can turn his life around.
Friday, December 02, 2005
I didn't know that recovering from surgery could make a guy oh so horny. Play safe and have a sex filled weekend. Sorry I hit the repeat key on the leather stud. Oh well, a guy can never get enough of a hot leather stud, so this guy's pex (oh I meant, pix) definitely warrants repeating. Big hairy muscle hugs.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
I wish that someday, a cure for AIDS would be developed. Sure, having AIDS is no longer a death sentence, but I hate to see anyone living their lives with a daily pill regiment and always fearing illness. That's why I write these blogs in the hope that prevention will allow less gay men to be exposed while the cure is being developed.
Twenty years ago I spent a week in San Francisco visiting sick patients in the AIDS ward. That week of faces and suffering lives on in my memory. As I recuperate from my surgery, I know that with everyday, I will be getting stronger. But those living with AIDS live their lives with a mixed bag, a future that gives them life, but also uncertainty. My prayers are with all of our gay brothers living with AIDS.