Jesus and the Gift of Leather

It's two days after Christmas and I'm still in this shitburg cowtown just south of Sacramento, where it's been freezing every night and the daytime temperatures aren't much better, definitely not a sexy time, and I'm taking care of my aged mother and that's about the best of it.  But Christmas Day wasn't all that bad: I spent the entire day breaking in some new-to-me leather gear.

Not that it needed much breaking in, but I'd be an unfeeling fool if I didn't appreciate the significance of it all.  The best shopping in this town can be found in the thrift shops which abound, as every church seems to have one.  I have found well-worn jeans and gym gear at these places, so it wasn't odd to find me pawing my way through the racks alongside the Baby Jane lookalikes, dumpy latinas and redneck babes recently retired from the rodeo circuits.  When, what should I find?  Incredibly, among the usual ugly polyester crap, but a pair of...assless chaps...in old school black leather with just the right amount of wear and tear.  But wait.  TWO pairs of assless chaps.  One from Pakistan, which didn't ring quite right, and the other from Mexico and sold through a store called Apache Leather, which I couldn't locate on the internet.  I tried them on, and Lordy, they fit.  I don't know how much I would have paid, but at $49.99, I didn't have to mull it over.  I bought 'em.

I think of myself as a master fisting top and am no stranger to leather, but I've never felt right spending hundreds, or thousands of dollars on leather drag.  I grew up poor and lived from week to week until I joined the military, so spending money, even bus fare, was always a careful undertaking.  And it's stuck with me all this time.  But I'm also conservative by nature and I have a natural respect for tradition.  So I got by the leather scene with the minimum: black boots, jeans, tee shirt (always black or white) and a black leather cap which I bought years ago at the leather store that used to be next to the Mack sex club on Folsom.  So I have to consider this opportunity, presented during this Christmas season, as a Sign from the Lord.  Jesus wants me to be properly dressed for my leather lifestyle.  Jesus wants me to get out of those old genuine combat fatigues and into some decent chaps for fisting all those willing asses out there.  And I will.  This is not quite a New Year's Resolution, but let's just say that I do Pay Attention, and I do Believe, and I Will Fist and Get Fucked more in the New Year, God help me.

As Jesus wants me to.  And to all you hungry bottom holes out there, I'll be fisting you all wearing my Gift from the Lord.  Happy New Year!!

California Prop 60 Repercussions

I've had a couple of weeks to process the spectacular failure of the AIDS Healthcare Foundation's measure to kill the porn industry in California.  With the commonplace use of medications to diminish the advance of HIV and the introduction of new products impeding the transmission of HIV altogether, a threatened AHF felt compelled to justify its own existence and plunged into the world of mainstream politics.  They thought they could pull off Proposition 60 (requiring the use of condoms in all porn produced in our state) because they assumed the general voting public would be confused and puritanical enough to hand them that victory, not to mention the haul of millions of dollars of donations from their AIDS mafia corporate collaborators.  I, for one, believed that their strategy would work.  I'm happy to say that I was wrong.

I don't think the presidential election impacted the Prop 60 vote at all.  It's not a matter of a liberal or conservative outlook on life.  I mean, a lot of very liberal feminists and health care professionals, just to name two groups, are very much against porn in general.  I did believe that there would be an 'Ick Factor' at play, and I think the AHF thought so, as well.  Voters might just not want to vote on any issue regarding sex...I mean, like...ick!  I compared the vote tally on Prop 60 to the votes cast on Prop 61, another measure supported by the AHF regarding the cost of medication, and right next to Prop 60 on the actual ballot.  Prop 61 was opposed by veterans groups and big pharma, who spent millions on TV ads, and they killed it bigtime.  AHF would not be able to buy HIV (and maybe Truvada, etc...I'm just saying) meds at the same price as the VA and then mark them up for sale through the AHF pharmacies.  So, Props 60 and 61 failed by the same margins, so maybe there was a bit of a coattail effect.  And by the way, Bernie supported Prop 61 as it crumbled to defeat.

But what I think happened has to do with a New California, bluer than ever after this election with Mrs. Clinton taking ALL of Southern California...yes, even those formerly Republican playpens of San Diego, Orange and Ventura Counties.  She took ALL the coastal counties.  She carried the more populous counties of the Central Valley, everything from Merced to Sacramento.  And she carried Fresno County, as well.  That means that Trump carried the sparsely populated Sierra foothill counties and the impoverished counties of the northern Sacramento Valley.  This reality has been lost on the mainstream media.  This expanded blue electorate understood that it was getting hustled.  Special interests (a term I hate because it's never qualified) tried to leverage our ignorance.  Yeah, I was as ignorant as the next guy regarding Prop 61...and I have no business deciding how to price out pharmaceuticals.  You guys are just trying to get your way through my own ignorance.  Enough discerning voters recognized this ploy and voted Prop 61 down.  And while they were at it, they voted Prop 60 down, as well.  Add in the libertarian streak which is natural among Americans, and the pro-business crowd, and porn lovers from San Ysidro to Crescent City, and the final count wasn't close at all.

Paul Morris of Treasure Island Media was one of the few media voices to oppose Prop 60 and he should enjoy his victory lap.  I have a suggestion for the Treasure Island crowd: it is time for a Cumsloppy Buttholes 2 and it should be dedicated to the AHF honcho (at least, at this writing) Michael Weinstein.  I'm hoping one scene will be filmed with a bunch of Yes on 60 posters on the wall or even better, on the filthy floor, sprayed with a streak of cum.  Problem is, I'm not sure if there ever was a Yes on 60 poster...I never saw one, anyway.

Porn lives...Porn thrives!

California Prop 60 Repercussions

I've had a couple of weeks to process the spectacular failure of the AIDS Healthcare Foundation's measure to kill the porn industry in California.  With the commonplace use of medications to diminish the advance of HIV and the introduction of new products impeding the transmission of HIV altogether, a threatened AHF felt compelled to justify its own existence and plunged into the world of mainstream politics.  They thought they could pull off Proposition 60 (requiring the use of condoms in all porn produced in our state) because they assumed the general voting public would be confused and puritanical enough to hand them that victory, not to mention the haul of millions of dollars of donations from their AIDS mafia corporate collaborators.  I, for one, believed that their strategy would work.  I'm happy to say that I was wrong.

I don't think the presidential election impacted the Prop 60 vote at all.  It's not a matter of a liberal or conservative outlook on life.  I mean, a lot of very liberal feminists and health care professionals, just to name two groups, are very much against porn in general.  I did believe that there would be an 'Ick Factor' at play, and I think the AHF thought so, as well.  Voters might just not want to vote on any issue regarding sex...I mean, like...ick!  I compared the vote tally on Prop 60 to the votes cast on Prop 61, another measure supported by the AHF regarding the cost of medication, and right next to Prop 60 on the actual ballot.  Prop 61 was opposed by veterans groups and big pharma, who spent millions on TV ads, and they killed it bigtime.  AHF would not be able to buy HIV (and maybe Truvada, etc...I'm just saying) meds at the same price as the VA and then mark them up bigtime for sale through the AHF pharmacies.  So, Props 60 and 61 failed by the same margins, so maybe there was a bit of a coattail effect.  And by the way, Bernie supported Prop 61 as it crumbled to defeat.

But what I think happened has to do with a New California, bluer than ever after this election with Mrs. Clinton taking ALL of Southern California...yes, even those formerly Republican playpens of San Diego, Orange and Ventura Counties.  She took ALL the coastal counties.  She carried the more populous counties of the Central Valley, everything from Merced to Sacramento.  And she carried Fresno County, as well.  That means tha Trump carried the sparsely populated Sierra foothill counties and the impoverished counties of the northern Sacramento Valley.  This reality has been lost on the mainstream media.  This expanded blue electorate understood that it was getting hustled.  Special interests (a term I hate because it's never qualified) tried to leverage our ignorance.  Yeah, I was as ignorant as the next guy regarding Prop 61...and I have no business deciding how to price out pharmaceuticals.  You guys are just trying to get your way through my own ignorance.  Enough discerning voters recognized this play and voted Prop 61 down.  And while they were at it, they voted Prop 60 down, as well.  Add in the libertarian streak which is natural among Americans, and the pro-business crowd, and porn lovers from San Ysidro to Crescent City, and the final count wasn't close at all.

Paul Morris of Treasure Island Media was one of the few media voices to oppose Prop 60 and he should enjoy his victory lap.  I have a suggestion for the Treasure Island crowd: it is time for a Cumsloppy Buttholes 2 and it should be dedicated to the AHF honcho (at least, at this writing) Michael Weinstein.  I'm hoping one scene will be filmed with a bunch of Yes on 60 posters on the wall on better, on the filthy floor, sprayed with a streak of cum.  Problem is, I'm not sure if there ever was a Yes on 60 poster...I never saw one, anyway.

Porn lives...Porn thrives!

Menopausal Americans Elect Trump

Well, despite their obeisance to assorted prescription opiates and all those medications sponsoring the television broadcast news, and despite their reluctance to stray too far from their remote controls and adjustable lounge chairs, enough unhappy baby boomers waddled to the ballot boxes and elected a huckster to the presidency.  Do you know what the next couple of years are going to be like?  It's going to be one goddamned lawsuit after another.  Some of these will have merit, no doubt, as the Huckster-n-Chief has a shady past and a big mouth...not good for anybody, much less a president. With so many enemies from just about every walk of life, shit is sure to happen...Tromp will be a walking shitstorm.  And we'll have to take it one day at a time, but after some thought, I gotta say I have reason to believe that Tromp won't survive his first term.  This I know: we're stuck with him and it's going to be so annoying, so try not to obsess about it and keeping moving.

If only those poor misguided people in Ohio, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin had moved on to better education, jobs and lifestyle, instead of waiting for politicians to bring back the typewriter factory, they wouldn't be so unhappy.  Their status has been intellectualized by the media, but take a good look and you'll notice they're mostly fat, out-of-shape and deprived.  Once every four years they get to come out and exercise their discontent at the ballot box, next to the factory that corporate Republican types shut down.  That's how capitalism works.  If you don't like it, then vote socialist or communist, and stop acting as if you were denied something.

You are a white man, so what the hell are you so angry about?  It's because you're fat, isn't it?  And maybe you can't get it up, and you've been married more than once, and it goes on forever until a huckster sells you something better than that OxyContin.  Forgotten?  Taken for granted?  Left behind?  You guys weren't 'left behind.'   You stayed behind...and are OK with holdin' the rest of us back. This is what happens when you don't educate yourself and realize that white is right only in your little shitburg.  Well, these white guys are dying off in record numbers but not fast enough, evidently.

Enough about these turkeys, for there were a lot of victories on the local level that might cheer us up.  The AIDS Healthcare Foundation's two ballot measures in California, Prop 60 and 61, are losing and that's all I'll say as they are still counting ballots in some counties, and I don't want to jinx it, but it looks pretty good that they won't pass.  More about these propositions tomorrow.

On closing, I'm betting that some moneyed folks will find that girl who claims Trump raped her...and that's the word the media was using, I'm not making this up...but who disappeared mysteriously last week.  There are some big name lawyers who would have a lot to lose if the story turns out to be fake, so there may be something to this, and we'll just take it one day at a time, as I said.  I also said it's going to be an annoying, toxic political environment for a couple of years.  Don't let it get you down...just keep it up and keep fucking.

Is California Proposition 60 all about Paul Morris?

Hey all, I just voted.  I took great pleasure in voting down Prop 60, the condom measure here in California.  I took my time with the ballot, as it is unusually long, and I voted on every measure. Thank you, Howard Jarvis Taxpayers Association.  Ever heard of them?  They're a bunch of flatulent, lemon-sucking menopausal types who are always bitching about their taxes.  If they're against something, I'm automatically for it.  They didn't take a stand on Prop 60, however.  Pretty much nobody has.  There's been no mass scale organized movement against this mandatory condom-in-porn measure, but there hasn't been much discussion in its favor, either.  It's as if everybody's too embarrassed to have an opinion one way or the other.

But I did read the voter's pamphlet, with arguments pro and con, and it has dawned on me that this proposal might be personal.  Personal, as in out to get Paul Morris.  The reasons why I've made this conclusion is that Cal-OSHA, our state organization in California established to maintain workplace safety, already mandates condoms.  Furthermore, voters in Los Angeles county voted in 2012 to require condoms in porn.  The target would have been all the studios based in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles.  The 'Valley' was the capital of porn.  Ah, I used to take great pride in driving the Ventura Freeway past the Vivid Videos building with its neon purple sign in everybody's face.  I've done porn, so I'm more than prejudiced, I'll admit.  I'm also in favor of free trade and I'm pro business, to a certain extent.

Los Angeles wasn't enough for the AIDS mafia, because they are well aware that production would just relocate to Palm Springs (about 100 miles east and in another county, Riverside) or Las Vegas. Now, porn was a big business in Los Angeles, which is 5 times the size of San Francisco.  So...I think these guys had their evil focused on San Francisco and that would have to mean Treasure Island Media and Paul Morris.  There's no other good reason.  They'd already done all they could to L.A., and that wasn't enough for them, evidently.

The Aids Healthcare Foundation (AHF) was listed prominently (in the voter's pamphlet) among those arguing in favor Prop. 60's passage.  Their opponents have argued that the proposal is poorly written and would open the door to a culture of endless litigation and they are correct.  Workplace safety?  Well, then, let's ban kissing in all film production since disease is widely spread through oral communication, probably the most common way of transmitting disease.  Should we shut down California's film industry because of kissing's way of spreading disease?  Alas, Prop. 60 is probably going to pass because it is logical for people to conclude that we need to protect the health of porn actors.  Keep in mind that these people believe that porn performers are victims, exploited by pornographers.  I know. For all its hipness, California can be just as obtuse as Kansas when it comes to sex.  We porn performers know what we're doing.  My buddy, the late Bill Gardner of Hot Desert Knights, was asked how he found his actors.  His reply, of course, was, 'hell, they find us!'

The Aids Healthcare Foundation is also involved in Prop. 61, a measure that deals with the price of certain medications and an issue on which I have no business voting.  Anybody who's not a healthcare professional has no business voting on Prop. 61.  But the pharmaceutical companies with their megabucks are going to kill Prop. 61.  They enlisted the cooperation of veterans groups, and this Prop. 61 will fail.  Now their mailer has a very unflattering image of this Michael Weinstein character, the face of the Aids Healthcare Foundation, and it's not pretty.  So, maybe, Prop. 61's slide into the toilet, might help flush Prop. 60, but only maybe.

And oh yeah, I took great pleasure in voting against Prop. 61, too.  So for those Californians out there who haven't voted yet...please vote...NO...on Proposition 60 and 61.  

Folsom Bareback Parties Gear Up

With the actual fair to take place this coming Sunday, barebackers are turning up the heat with the party dates...in earnest...tonight, Thursday night, with action continuing through the early hours of Monday morn.  Orgies once were; now it's mostly gangbang activity, featuring the cumdump of the moment...you blow your load and go, no hangin' around and no other bottoms...thank you!  Ryan Cummings has over 250 guys signed up and there are other cumdumps posting their parties on websites, as well.  There are dudes who just can't get enough ass, and the format works well for them. There's the CumUnion party at Steamworks and 442 will be rockin' for sure, but I'll be lookin' for my usual one-on-one action, lately relying on my rentmen; but this will be their busiest weekend of the year.  It's enough to make you want to head for the movies.

The prepper crowd is changing the nature of the bareback party scene.  That blue pill has made the boys a lot less inhibited...fearless, even.  A couple of weeks ago, just trolling through the BarebackRT website, I ran across a listing for a gangbang of superstar bottom Dolf Dietrich.  It may have been a photo shoot, I don't know, but the ad certainly read like the customary bull run for eager tops.  But scanning the list of invitees, I saw that more guys identified as Neg+prep than poz, and that appears to be the case for Ryan's affair off Market Street as well.  Hell, that poz load was part of the fun, the best part.  Ooops, what did I just write?  Oh well, that's how it was...is...and I've rarely been politically correct anyway.  It's supposed to be a warm weekend, so what's the Good Lord telling us?
Happy Folsom, guys!

Billy Blanco, Cody Winters Standouts in TIM's 'Filler'Er Up'

You won't be able to keep up with Billy Blanco in TIM's 'Fill 'Er Up' so don't even try.  Should those of you, who are of a certain age, elect to jack off to the opening sequence in this latest bareback video from Treasure Island Media, you have been hereby warned that you are venturing into cardiac arrest territory.  Dangerous.  Billy Blanco, who's been around and as I recall, mostly in group fuck scenes, is oh so obviously inspired by the slutty moves of bottom sexhawg Cody Winter, a fetishist known in New York as an advocate for fisting and other extreme hobbies.  The fetish here is cum, and lots of it, and while it takes Billy Blanco a while to dig it out...we hear those slurpy sounds of a cumbucket getting stirred...before we actually see it, we're not disappointed to see it finally fucked out of Cody's fabulous white ass, a lot of it, too.  Like all serious cumpigs, Cody arrived at the shoot with a buttful of jism,  No fake (pina-colada mix) cum here.  This one good, fine, extended scene and worth the price of the video.

There are all too few interracial porn events with an Asian bottom gangfucked by a bunch of hot black dudes.  Ah, you've thought of that, too, have you?  Eli Lewis is the bottom here.  Buy this video and check it out.  Ah, uhm...Ray Diesel.  I don't need to say anything else, except that you'd be lucky to enjoy any of these fine black men.

A guy with all the potentiality for superstardom, Hunter Williams, is in a couple of scenes but we will wait for 'his' great moment in a future video.  The rest of the Fill'Er Up is full of the nice match-ups of established favorites like Marcus Isaacs, for example, and a roster of newish studlets.  We certainly hope to see more of Billy and Cody in upcoming productions, sooner rather than later.

Up Your Alley 2016 and SOMA History

I'm always ambivalent about draggin' my lazy ass down to Dore Alley for this annual event, often touted as being more 'San Francisco...local...neighborly' than the much more 'Universal...global...inclusive' Folsom Street Fair.   It's an exhausting fifteen minute walk from my house.  Just kidding.  I'll probably get down there tomorrow, but mostly because I'm one of the FOMO gang.  One good thing about past Dore Alleys is that the porno studios had booths were they unloaded inventory at bargain prices, and some good buys were to  be had.  I tried checking the website but there is no list of participating vendors that I could find, so I guess I'll have to check it out for myself.

One thing I did notice is that one website gives the phonetic pronunciation of Dore as 'dor,' which is news to me.  It had always been Dor-ee Alley, so I don't know where this Door is coming from.  Most of us know that the greater South of Market area consists of Mission, Howard, Folsom, Harrison, Bryant, Brannan and Townsend Streets running east/west and parallel to Market Street; the numbered streets run from north to south, 1st Street to 13th Street aka Division Street, as in dividing SOMA from the Mission which runs on a different grid altogether.  San Francisco has several grids intersecting, so you're a real San Franciscan when you know to get from the Bayview to the Presidio without checking a map.  The SOMA blocks were designed for commerce and filled with warehouses, factories, workshops, stables, and the Irish, including some of my ancestors.  And oh yeah, there were some Filipinos and Mexicans living there, too.  It was a Catholic kind of place.  The blocks are big, so there is a network of narrow streets, or alleys cutting through, making it easier to get around.  The joke is that the city planners named a lot of these streets after the working girls who labored on these streets to make life more pleasant for all the laborers, stevedores, teamsters and clerks...an overwhelmingly male population...who kept SOMA humming after work was closed for the day.  So when you're in SOMA next time, take note of Clementina, Jessie, Annie, Harriet, Kate, Minna, Mary, Clara, Zoe, Jennifer, Julia, and Dore.  There's also a Guy, a Gordon and a Morris, but I'll let you figure that part out for yourself.

Get down to Up Your Alley or Dore Alley and have a great time.

Ryan Cummings, Cockstar

There's no question that Ryan Cummings has the hottest ass in the business, and it's a shame that we can't see more of it, but he's up in Canada with a family and a good job and a bit far from the creative centers of the porn universe.  We're still waiting, patiently or not so patiently, for the end all gangbang of Ryan's famous ass to be captured on video and for posterity.  Until then, we're happy with BBRT's latest video offering, 'Filling Ryan Cummings,' available off the website for just thirty bucks which is less than I paid buying it off the shelf (where I grabbed the last copy available at my local porn outlet, the dvd is selling fast) in porn capital San Francisco.

The butt is famous, but after this video, I predict Ryan's cock will be just as famous.  BBRT's director, a talent named Koloff and unknown to me, has captured the star's unique talent of repeating ejaculations, and I'm not talking about a measly dribble.  The cum just spurts out, again and again, without the cockstar even touching himself.  And we get it from all the right angles.  Porn connoisseurs should buy the dvd for their collections and frequent future referencing.  Of course you can access the scenes through various websites, which I don't do since I consider that a waste of money (I believe in collateral) but sometimes, somewheres, there's no other choice.  That being your situation, check out the Ryan/Mick Raw matchup in a sex club.  Top Mick sports a big bold biohazard tattoo on his left shoulder and Koloff shoots the scene from the best perspective for all you pervs thrilled by any and all poz aspects of bareback sex.  Start at the BarebackRT website.

Omar Mateen Was Not Gay

There is nothing sadder than a queer man who will not allow himself to be queer.  There is nothing more dangerous than an armed queer man who will not allow himself to be queer.  There is not a gay man in America who does not believe that Omar Mateen, Orlando mass murderer, was not gay.
There has been much discussion among the mainstream, 'straight' if you will, media as to whether this guy was gay.  According to his second wife (the first marriage failed), he was given to homophobic comments, and occasional rants: always a flag for repressed queerdom.  He was no stranger to gay venues. He was familiar with certain aspects of gayness.  He knew of gays from the internet, from school and from the street.  And there will be more revelations as the curious media delves deeper into his confused existence.  I posit that Omar Mateen was not queer.

Omar Mateen was not queer.  Omar Mateen wanted to be queer.  Omar Mateen wanted to be queer but couldn't let himself be queer, for reasons of conservatism in religion and culture.  Omar Mateen desperately wanted to be queer but couldn't learn how to conduct himself in a gay culture, and was known for loutish behavior that prompted gay men to keep their distance.  Omar Mateen was rejected by the people who sought entertainment at the Pulse, in Orlando.  And Omar Mateen hated them because they were able to do things that he could not do, even though he wanted to.  Omar Mateen hated himself for being incapable of being like the people at Pulse, having fun, 'making friends and finding lovers' to cite the language of disco.  If he had any homosexual experiences in his history, I am pretty sure they were unsatisfactory for others and himself.  He hated this.  He couldn't get laid to save his life.  He hated all those people who were getting laid.  He hated this.  So he bought some firearms and acted out what he thought a 'real man' should do under such awareness.

We, as Americans, will survive this sort of violence.  As individuals, some of us will not survive, sadly.  It is going to be a long haul, but we will get there.  I think it will take a couple of generations for religious and cultural conservatism to decline into a sort of quaint and picturesque hobby,and lose its influence over American culture.  Until then, we have to get real about keeping firearms out of the men who believe they are not quite the men they feel they should be.  These are the troubled men who used to buy big trucks and now buy big guns, and just might get the chance to act out their own self-hating agonies.  Not just anybody should be able to drive a truck.  Not just anybody should be able to shoot a gun.  It's that simple.  We have to make it real for these men.  They shouldn't be able to buy guns just to 'be a man.'  They should go back to buying big trucks.

Fisting 101

Fisting 101, An Introduction to Fisting.

Are you attracted?

Are you ready to take the plunge?

There are a lot of guys out there who are ready...mentally, that is...but don't know how to start.  And fisting can be intimidating to the uninitiated, mostly because fisters are so confident.  And fisters have to be; fisting is a very advanced demonstration and manifestation of sexuality.  And then again fisters themselves can come across as very clique-y, I think, because there's an element of trust that is critical to the enjoyment of fisting. And such confidence must be earned.  It's just the nature of things and not personal.

When I first started fisting, I felt like a third wheel, because everybody else was older, more experienced and expert in what I saw as the most masculine form of sexual intimacy between men.  And they all seemed to know one another, travelling hundreds of miles for the experience, enthusiastically trading partners and fisting jokes.  Yet there is a certain cult-like air to the proceedings that seems impenetrably exclusive.  This I know from my own experience.

Don't be intimidated.

Aspiring fisting bottoms can communicate with me.  I'm happy to initiate anybody who's interested, but an even better course would be to attend FistFest.  Start by going to mynewsletterbuilder.com and the Fistfest website will come up.  Fistfest will include demonstrations and commentary for men wanting to learn how to take a fist pleasurably, and nobody will feel awkward or embarrassed while on the learning curve.  I've just returned from the most recent Fistfest which was in Palm Springs and I understand there were no demonstrations - I hate the term 'workshop' - but only because of the physical set-up at the Helios Resort, but the event was fabulous and I would have arranged to initiate anybody who was interested or just plain curious.  Now there are Fistfests planned for the Parliament Resort in Augusta GA and at the Saratoga Springs Retreat in Upper Lake (Clear Lake), CA, so make plans now.

And don't be shy.

Passings: Jok Church Remembered

He certainly was easy to spot at community events crowded with leathermen: he was the short dude in red...leather.  He was also active in the fisting community, and that is how I came actually to meet him, but in the past week reflecting upon Jok's life and death, I realize that he had been part of my life off and on for decades, although I didn't know it at the time.  Jok Church died of a heart attack last week and my days since have been filled with recollection and reflection.

I first heard Jok on the radio when I was growing up in Sacramento and where he worked to establish and drive KZAP which was about as weird as Sacramento allowed in those days.  That alternative radio station and its involvement in community affairs helped to shape Sacramento into what it has become since.  In the those days, Sacramento pretended to be a small farm town full of hicks.  KZAP was the breath of fresh air; first the air waves, then the kids who grew up there and changed the place.  In a way, Jok influenced my own life without my knowing it.  Even now I remember KZAP.  From there, he went to a radio station in San Rafael, and as I reflect on this information supplied by leather impresario Larry Shockey, I have come to realize that Jok and I tricked at the Post Street Baths in San Francisco, sometime in the early 80's back in the pre-condom era.  We had some real nice sex, and chatted a bit afterwards when he mentioned he worked at a San Rafael radio station, which I remembered after all these years because it was like...pretty esoteric...he didn't seem like the type.  But he was short, cute and with a great ass and as it follows, a vigorous bottom.  I'm getting a little hard as I write this.  Guys, he was a really nice guy.

The times were not only pre-condom; they were pre-internet and Jok's best years were ahead of him.
The layout at his house, a few steps east of Castro Street, is equipped with everything required for a sophisticated digital graphic studio of a man who probably bought the very first MAC.  I'm guessing that Jok could see the future in this innovation and all of its potential.  A pioneer of the Internet Age, he maintained close relationships forged from early associations with Apple, Lucasfilm, Adobe and Google.  Jok created cartoons for children's cable TV, and comic characters Beakman and Jax, this information brought to my attention by fellow mourners, for when I came to know Jok through the fisting community, he simply said he was a 'writer of children's books' and that is how I remember him.

I have blogged about our fisting adventures without actually naming him.  I'm doing so now: he was the original and literal Hardass, and one of the most challenging bottoms of my fisting career and certainly the most intense.  He had lived through some surgery which resulted in a very unusual asshole.  And as far as fisting went, imagine trying to fist a small space between two bricks and that is what it was like fisting Jok.  And we didn't care, although we had to prepare ourselves mentally.  Like I said, it was intense.  Jok accepted all of this and told me everything before I stuffed so much as a pinkie up there.  He knew what he wanted and how to get it done: with Jok I learned how to lube his ass with a caulking gun from Lowe's.

R.I.P., sweetie.  I'll never forget ya.

Billy Twee

Free Ballers Beware: The Heartbreak of Butt Pimples

As a few of you have noticed, I have been out of commission for quite a while.  Now I could have written about the colors of the condoms my recent tops wore, but that is not what this blog is about. Yes, I have been getting fucked with condoms only because I think it's rude to question somebody who's slipping one on before slipping it into me, and it's been so unsexy for me as all I can think about is that I'm being denied the pleasure of his raw cock.  Oh well.

That's not why I was put out of commission, though.  A condom is one thing, but underpants are another.  All fellow free ballers...take note.  Don't scratch your ass!  Ever.  No matter how itchy your sweaty butt gets, keep them paws off.  An afternoon of basket swingin' in Palm Springs...that desert place now enjoying its early seasonally hot days...was fun; I like showing it off.  But it got really hot under this synthetic fiber (a sort of polyester), that my butt was sweating buckets.  And I scratched. And scratched some more. I scratched my ass by rubbing the fabric, and before long, I realized that I had scratched myself into a rash.  And as everybody knows, a rash of butt pimples on a horny bottom is the end of civilization.  And the end of  one's sex life, at least for a while.  There's still no fetishist out there who's going to appreciate those ugly little pink buggers.  Without going into more detail, the rash was enough to cool any interest in this one hot ass.  So let this be a lesson to all fellow free ballers, specifically those of you looking forward to a hot summer: keep your hands out in front, and try to think of it as safe sex.

Deep Inside to the Pit

In matters sexual, there is no one who has really done all that there is to do.  Now you may think you have, but trust me, you haven't...really.  That's what's great about your sex life: it's over when you want it to be over.  Until then, keep at it, learning, testing yourself, enjoy the stimulation...as you get older, sex,  always somewhat mental, becomes more so.  So?  What's happened to me that caused me to turn so philosophical?  Here's what happened: I fisted an ass up to my armpit.  I could have gone deeper, I think, but my shoulder got in the way.  A bony shoulder might have gone deeper, but I've been working out, so my shoulder was too big.  All I can say is that for the first time in my fisting career, I wasn't terrified once I got beyond the elbow.  This ass just kept sucking me in.  Who is this talented superb bottom?  Nah, I never divulge names unless it's a professional, a pornstar, or a bottom who gives me permission.  So, nah, but man, what an experience for a top!  I still tremble a little when I think back about it.  There are professional men, career men, men of stature and substance in their public lives who...have...an inner self...that they offer up for exploration...usually on a Saturday night, but not necessarily.  That's my point here: you never really know a man until you get deep inside, and then...deeper and deeper.  And keep trying until you find him.
Thank you, God, for the gift of opportunity....I love fisting!!!!!

Sister Mary Ignatius Beckons Supreme Court Chub to His Last Catechism

The Roman Catholic faithful cannot resist Sister Mary Ignatius.  And the not-so-faithful Catholics can't forget her.  Sister was a professional virgin whose lack of experience did not disqualify her from lecturing her charges on all sorts of sexual matters.  The catechism, compiled and maintained by like virgins of either sex, with its chapters of instruction on each of the Ten Commandments, devotes an inordinate amount of attention to the Sixth Commandment.  The Sixth Commandment...Thou shalt not commit Adultery...is pretty succinct, but Sister and her fellow travelers, priests and nuns again, chaste and saintly all, don't leave it at that.  With the Baltimore Catechism (the widely used version known to anybody who went to Catholic school or attended Sunday School), Sister and an army of clerics expand the Lord's rule to include all sorts of thoughts and behavior they like to classify as 'impure.'  This perverse strategy of control is applied to Catholic children from the age of seven or so (did you touch yourself down there? or did you think about touching yourself down there?), and thank the Heavenly Lord, that most of us along the path to Adulthood, recognize this bullshit for what it is and move on.  Sister, let my mind alone!!  Many of us, those of us who have seen The Light, would have to be described as nominal Catholics, or non-practicing Catholics, or worse...bad Catholics.

Not so our late Supreme Court justice, who like fellow Catholics Roberts, Kennedy, Alito and that other one, and unlike many of us, never seemed to dislodge the baggage heaped on by Sister Mary Ignatius and her cohorts.  If he was pursued by chubby chasers along Life's Great Highway, we must believe that he kept the faith and always followed the Catechism's lesson on the Sixth Commandment.  I'm pretty sure he did not touch himself down there, all those kids aside.  Judging by his writings and speeches and actions, there was just as much Sister Mary as there was Constitution, in his judicial opinions.  So when Sister Mary Ignatius beckoned, off he went to heed her call.  One would hope that the Catechism went with him, but no such luck.  Sister Mary Ignatius lives...with Roberts, Kennedy, Alito and that other one.

Nasty Finger Draws Ryan Cummings' Blood...Blame Bad Porn

There's always some lout in the crowd who thinks he has to stick his finger up an ass before fucking it.  I'm not talking about a sensuous probe of the buttlips but rather the clumsy insertion of the forefinger, thrusted in savagely without any style or class.  And if you're going to behave that way, then you had better have fingernails filed down so you don't cut up the hole you want to fuck.  You do want to fuck that hole, don't you?  I read the profiles of so many queens who offer they are not into 'blood,' so then why stir it up?

For this inconsiderate and disrespectful habit of long uncut fingernails shoved up an ass, I blame all the bad porn out there, with dunderhead gay-for-pay tops showing how little they know about gay sex.  Bad porn is more prolific than ever with countless mediocre (and ultimately expensive) websites out there streaming shit 24/7.  Its bad influence has spread to the far corners of the earth.   I think bad porn is responsible for a lot of dumbass sexual practices, such as butt slapping.  A lot of unsophisticated tops think it's mandatory to slap the ass before fucking it, which of course is total bullshit.  Another absurdity is dirty talk, which the unsophisticated must believe adds an element of raunchiness.  'Ya like that big dick?'  Ah shut up and just fuck me, you dumb shit...your dick ain't that big and I've had way bigger.  Well, that's what I'd like to say...but never have.

Ryan Cummings was down in LA this past week, and had to curtail his usual marathon bottoming when some shithead with untrimmed nails cut him up.  Ryan tweeted that he had to quit early and thought that he might have to write off sex for a while, referring to the last time this happened, also in LA as it turns out, when he had to forego sex for a week.  But the man's evidently a quick heal, and determined not to miss what he calls the Super Hole party, where he elevated that annual sex event, with his famous tawdry presence and took his usual dozens of hot loads.  Ryan Cummings is an inspiration to all of us who at times suffer the wages of bad porn.

TIM's Fuck Off Homo Resurrects the Orgy

Treasure Island Media's recent release 'Fuck Off Homo' lives up to that studio's reputation for superb production values, interesting match ups with established pornstars and new meat, and covering all the bases with daddies, pups, preppies, raunch, all familiar yet fresh.  What really connected with me, however, was the group scene defined as a '10 Man Orgy,' because director Max Sohl, either by design or inadvertently, recreated what was the standard means of barebacking during the early Condom Era...the no holes barred orgy.

Those of us who are of a certain age, recall the late 1990's as a transitional era when enough gay men were just beginning to reinvent their sex lives.  Bars and clubs as hook up venues had suffered greatly during the age of AIDS, and lest we forget, all the bath houses in San Francisco had been shut down completely (they still are!).  But at the same time, the internet was establishing itself as the primary means of communication.  In the beginning, there were the yahoo groups, and there were suggestions of bareback sex, as guys would post stories about their sexual adventures, but everybody was still pretty timid.  Then some guys started hosting parties in private homes using the yahoo groups to get the word out.  Believe me, it was very private; it was anonymity taken to the next step: anonymous group sex.  Of course, we were all strangers at first, but we didn't stay strangers for long and a whole culture developed: the orgy, always in a private home.  Then travelling businessmen starting hosting orgies in their hotel rooms but one still had to communicate through the internet, via the interest group or friends of friends.  The early bareback pornstar and founder of an early bareback hookup website called Bareback City, Kenboy, opened up his house in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles.  He called it the LA SexHouse and that is exactly what it was...an all around the clock open house for sex.  I used to haunt house orgies hosted by a guy named Marshall in San Francisco's Castro district. The very early bareback videos of Michael McKey were all recorded sex orgies that took place in his private home in the Phoenix area, and you could tell by the participants that the connection was all about bareback sex without too much attention to 'type' although bears (some really BIG bears) and leather predominated, it was all about fucking and getting fucked, nobody much cared what you looked like.  A looky-loo wouldn't go there, not to mention the Chatty Matties and the virtual sexhound.  It was exclusive without trying to be.  And it still had the edge of riskiness and danger.

And then came Paul Morris and Dawson, and everything pretty much changed.  There was such a thing as a 'featured bottom' in the massive sex parties hosted by John Singleton and the late Bill Gardner in Palm Springs.  There was always a large leather covered platform with a porn star bottom on all fours taking anybody's load, but that wasn't the focus of the party, just a nice added feature.
Then Dawson refined the gangbang, and now we have recurrent pump and dumps in hotels across America posted online by self-styled cumdumps on PReP.  Wow, times really have changed.

Max Sohl's ten man orgy takes place in a hotel suite, and the action moves from the living room to the bedrooms and then to the showers, and that is exactly how it happened back in the day.  Whole houses were turned into an orgy venue, and sometimes the pool, backyard and garage.  Men of all types would show up, and there was no tolerance for attitude; it was all about barebacking.  While this format still exists here and there...places in Los Angeles and New York come to mind, and probably Provincetown, Fire Island, Key West and Fort Lauderdale (these places are beyond my circle of influence), it's not quite the same.  A lot of times, the guys don't even bother to take off their clothes.

The best thing about Fuck Off Homo (at least, for me) is the orgy scene because it brought back so many great memories.  Believe me, Max Sohl, you did it right; actually, you did it better.  Every orgy should have the All-American boy freshness of a Kyle Ferris contrasted to the street sluttiness of a Draven Torres, on their backs, side by side, taking one swollen plumped up cock after another, with so many combinations of lust that you'd need a seating chart to figure out who's who.  This scene alone puts Fuck Off Homo among my favorites and I hope you'll agree.  There is one thing the TIM crowd didn't have to worry about, and that is the consequence of ten or twelve men fucking on a California king sized bed, at the same time.  Ah, bring back those memories.

2015: Death of Condom Porn/Best Video/AIDS Mafia Shenanigans

It happened...gradually...month after month...through the whole year: fuck websites and fuck videos, one by one, abandoned the condom and transitioned into bareback products...as I predicted.  Michael Lucas is now producing his superb, honed and buffed bareback videos with his Hollywood glitz and glam marketing, and from what I can see, using on occasion, models who "crossovered" from trailblazers like Treasure Island Media...Drew Sebastian, among others, if I'm not mistaken.  I only read the box wrappers (which are beautifully rendered) of the Lucas videos, as I'm just not interested in his stuff; it's mostly fantasy beyond reach whereas Treasure Island Media stuff is within reach, if you're wanting that life, you can get it...just channel your favorite TIM man.

So at the time that pornographers are putting the condoms away, the AIDS/HIV mafia have succeeded in getting a measure on the California ballot that would require pornoistas to sheath their studs at porn shoots in California.  In this digital age, this whole idea is pretty ridiculous.  Of course I haven't read the the ballot Measure, so I'll just wait until I get my voter's pamphlet, but I can assure the language will be so simple that whatever happens, the law will be unenforceable and a big waste of time and money.  I'm pretty sure that Paul Morris has read the ballot Measure, though, and if you're interested, check out the TIM blog where he parses the discussion down to the basic fact: with the advance of PreP medications, the AIDS crowd fears for its relevance...and their jobs.  To justify their existence and keep the donations and contributions coming in, they brought in the ill-informed or ambivalent public to vote on this business matter.  It's certainly less of a health issue which is the origin of the AIDS mafia's existence.  I guess the Measure would require monitoring video production and some element of censorship, and the public's involvement in porn production.  Are you bored already?  This Measure will pass, and bareback porn will continue...maybe not in California...and the California economy, as big as it is, will not miss the income generated by porn.  But generally, this whole thing is a fuckin' bore! Well, enough of this shit.  And by the way, get ready for a lot of boring articles about Truvada and the rise of old fashioned STD's in 2016.  Like I said, it's a fuckin' bore.

I don't pretend to see every video that comes on the market, so my comments must be qualified, but there's so much shit out there, I don't need to or want to.  Treasure Island Media produced some great stuff this year, and I'm going to write about 'Fuck Off Homo' in a separate posting on a specific thrill it gave me.  Having said that, TIM achieved some interesting things last year, taking porn in some new directions, with 'Fuckholes 3,' certainly the most significant achievement in 2015.  TIM called it the first 'inter-gender bareback movie.'  Fair enough.  There's a gangbang, a tranny sequence and the debut of 'international mega cum whore' Ryan Cummings.  Only 10 tops fucked Ryan in his scene, and his followers know that's what he can do in the time it takes to stand in line at Starbucks.  Ryan took thousands of dicks last year alone, so I think we can look forward to some great things in 2016 from Treasure Island Media and Ryan Cummings.  They'll let you know, trust me.

All in all, 2015 was interesting all around...my buddy Jayson Park turned director for Hot Desert Knights, cumming out with 'Creamin' Daddies' starring some bareback veterans and xtube fave Tiger Milner.  Jayse is honing his topping instincts as well.  A true icon, Cole Tucker (from the condom era, but a barebacker in private) passed, I'm sorry to say...and Dominik Rider is showing some gray hair, I swear, but is as hot as ever.  Blue Bailey developed into a bull of a top, and he carries it very well.  Little Armond Rizzo (I remember when he just plain Joey Rodriguez) was everywhere getting schlonged by everybody...in porn there's no such thing as being overexposed...a great year from Armond...fabulous tops Cutler X, Rocco Steele...Antonio Biaggi with his own video website, was in great form.  And here's hopin' that in 2016 we'll see more of top Viktor Rom and bottoms Kyle Ferris and Owen Powers.  Kyle could be the next great little bottom superstar...his hole 'reads' beautifully, so we'll see what happens.  I could be wrong, as I was with Taylor Jackson or...was it...Jackson Taylor.  Oh well.  A great 2016 to y'all.