Treasure Island Media Pushes the Button with 'Viral Loads'

Most of the comments from the public posted on the Treasure Island Media website have been typically lame, with a lot of dancing around the issue: detectable HIV deposits banked into willing asses.  Certainly, this is a fact of bareback sex, and by extension, bareback porn.  But the guys at Treasure Island Media are engaging in some subtle (some might say 'not so subtle') marketing here, demonstrating how to engage the pozcum fetish which is a repugnant issue for the mainstream porn industry.  Michael Lucas is now producing bareback porn...BUT...and we all know this...his models are all HIV-negative.  Ditto, the slew of crap from Brazil and Central Europe...fresh twinks free of the nasty bug are all tested, and paired off in antiseptic, usually tedious, uncharged bareback action.

I don't know about you gentle readers, but as far as I'm concerned, poz guys are so much sexier because we are uninhibited and have gone for broke with what remains of our sexual lives.  A porn star of undisclosed HIV status becomes so much more attractive once his positivity is revealed.  It helps the viewing public create his image, part of an imaginative and intellectual process that is a vital part of porn.  For example, I never really appreciated TIM starlet Jay Ross until I created my own image of his character: rich college frat boi who spends his allowance on expensive New York hotel suites where he can get gangfucked and charged by big latino cock.  But it's still up to the pornographer to give us something to play with.  Treasure Island Media is doing this with the new video, 'Viral Loads,' where a preview scene with poz megastar Blue Bailey (porn types reach 'mega' status when they star in their own gangbangs) and Steven Richards, of whom I would know little if it were not for TIM's subtle marketing.

We all know that all bareback porn bottoms are poz, with only a few exceptions.  You can't be worried about HIV if you're going to bottom in bareback porn.  But we often don't know that much about the tops; we have to search the internet for more information about HIV status, if it's ever disclosed at all.  Until now, however; through this subtle exercise, TIM has taken the unspoken to the next step.  A viral load in bareback porn is a matter that pertains to the top.  We bottoms love those viral loads, and in the new video 'Viral Loads' we can assume that all the tops have a viral load to satisfy the hungry demands of those toxic bottoms.  So I'm assuming that Steven Richards is poz, and all the other tops are poz, as well.   I think we're supposed to assume such.  So I'm anxious to see who else tops in 'Viral Loads.'  I can almost guess who the bottoms are, but I'm really interested to see the roster of tops with their viral loads.  One thing about Treasure Island Media: they don't mislead their viewers, e.g., we all know Brad McGuire is negative.  If Brad shows up in this one, then it will show how wrong I can be.  Check out the 'Viral Load' preview scene on the TIM website.

Cheap Thrills: Porn Stars on Parade

It's time to let you guys, out in the hinterlands, know what you're missing by not being part of everyday life in San Francisco. Say you're in Safeway, and we all know that after Home Depot, Safeway offers the best malewatching in town, any town. But we're in San Francisco and we're in the Gay Central Safeway on Market Street and you see the perfect ass...the most beautifully shaped male posterior ever. Then you notice the rest of the man, and he's trim but you can tell he's built under that button down shirt he's wearing, and maybe he's slightly balding and most certainly not chicken material. Then you stall waiting for him to turn around, and then he does, and it's ex-Falcon/Treasure Island Media studlet Max Holden...traveling with his faithful little lapdog, and I mean that literally. Maybe it's been a while since Max has done anything on video, but his starring turn in 'Fucking Crazy,' the Treasure Island Media document of the old Cute Boy SF Bareback Party...those were the days, yeah, all the way back to 2005(!)...will live forever. He's also pretty good getting nailed by Buttlover in Buttlover's Best. Seeing how well Max has held up over the years is an inspiration to us all, and I know he's got fans out there, because they've e-mailed me about him. If you want to see Max Holden post-video, you can go to Safeway. It would perk up any queen's day to catch a sight of tall, lean, versatilian studlet Tyler (Slut Machine/Treasure Island Media) standing in the checkout line at Mollie Stone's supermarket in the Castro. Buying wine, I think. He was wearing a leather jacket and wonderful black cowgirl boots, and looking terrific. When I first saw Brad McGuire tending bar at the Edge, I thought it was for a celebrity/charity fund raiser. Every queen running for Empress has to put time in at the Edge, a mainstay in the Castro, surviving all these years probably because its schizophrenic client base changes with the hours of the day, and has done so, successfully over time. I've followed many a drag queen into the Edge, and have stayed for the cheap drinks and the music, which is mostly 80's retro. But if Brad McGuire is there you go for Brad McGuire. I guess Brad is working at the Edge now because I've seen him on more than one occasion, though I haven't tested his martini making skills yet. For those of you who haven't met Brad, he's a really nice guy, and what's gonna hold ya back now? I can say that he appears to work weekday evenings, and of course I wouldn't dare ask. A guy deserves his own space, even if he is a bartender. The Edge is in the Castro, at the corner of 18th & Collingwood...across the street from Mollie Stone's.

Folsom Weekend 2011 - Part Four - Treasure Island Media's 'Banned' Party

It was to be a Treasure Island Media party and to take place in their corporate offices on 9th Street, which actually was part of the world of this year's Folsom Street Fair; I don't think it always was but it was now. For those of you who have never attended Folsom: it's a big street fair celebrating alternative lifestyles and fetishes (leather is only the beginning) which now seems to be dominated by spanking, whipping, flogging...I've never seen so much of it in one place. But I digress...Folsom Street Fair used to be limited to a couple of blocks of Folsom, which runs parallel to main drag Market St., which is three blocks north. But now the cops have blocked off three or four blocks of Folsom - they are the long blocks of a semi-industrial neighborhood - and the side streets also, which happen to carry a lot of crosstown traffic. You don't want to drive south of Market on the day of Folsom.
So, although the TIM event was free, I had to pay to get to it, since 9th St. was also blocked off. More space was added to accommodate the crowds, I think, as the number of exhibitors seems to have increased only slightly; there are lots of food & drink booths, 2 stages for live entertainment and a separate dance area.
When I got to TIM...there was a line to get in (!) as they had to monitor the entries because of the fire code.
I was completely cleaned out and envisioned a sex party atmosphere, like what I saw at the Kok Bar. You never know with TIM, like I've said before. You should be ready for anything.
Well, it wasn't exactly a sex party. Brad McGuire was fucking his partner James Roscoe (the poz half of the inter-status relationship) on a conference table...it was a show for all of us. There was some sucking among the audience but it was pretty minor...I did see Paul Stag, the aggressively butch porn top (I've enjoyed his fucking Ian Jay and Damien Silver) was there - getting sucked off? I can't remember - but I know he was escorting in town all weekend because I saw his posting on barebackrt...I buddylisted him but don't know what I'll do with that.
I did recognize another top, a very hairy stocky shortish guy with glasses who's fucked me twice -once with a condom at a fisting party, and another time, bareback at a Cockpit party, the time it was at the old sex venue on Harrison Street, one of the fucks of a lifetime, did I mention his big dick ? He has a big dick, and today he was completely naked, and seemed to be with someone, so I didn't pursue it.
So there was no orgy like the one at the old Rawhide Bar a few years back. It must have been spontaneous then from what I remember, how it happened. I hadn't cleaned out and therefore could not play, and anyway I had made another date...for dinner at Fisherman's Wharf, so it was a missed connection, and I'll never let that happen again.
Anyway, TIM has been banned (probably permanently) from the Folsom Fair official exhibitors, probably because of the infamous Dawson's Tent, which Paul Morris captured on video...at least, 2 of the fucks.
As I made it kind of late, maybe I missed most of the action, I'll never know unless somebody who was there earlier shares with me. So, I was there near the very end, but there were still a lot of studlets there, shirtless and/or in leather, and they all seemed to know each other, as if they were colleagues. Were they there to clean up after the 'party?' Could they all have been TIM employees and friends? Could Paul Morris' empire now require a staff of 25 or so? Not bad. And, ah yeah, there was a promise for a bigger party next year. The mind boggles. An alternative party on Folsom Sunday. They already had one on Friday in that rather smallish space. More? A Sunday daytime party would be awesome. Well, we can't wait.
Anyway, the rest of my Folsom was devoted to hook-ups not so very interesting, so we'll not spend time relating them, but in general, this was my best Folsom ever.

Suction Cup Bottom at Chaps during Dore Alley

Treasure Island Media promoted a dvd release party for their new production of 'Breeding Season 2' at the Chaps bar to coincide with the Dore 'Up Your Alley' fair last weekend, and of course I had to go. Recalling the spontaneous sexual mayhem orgy that erupted at the Rawhide bar (this was during Folsom not Dore) a couple of years ago, this time I went prepared with a cleaned out, lubed up hole and made up my mind to take any cock that I could get. The bar was crowded as expected but I got my draft and made my way to the benches way to the back of that dark hole which seemed grubbier than usual...my boots were sticking to the floor. I gotta comment that the boys behaving badly back there were all 'of a certain age,' while the younger queens in their leather gear were more into texting and sharing images on their cellphones. One daddy let his fingers travel along the small of my back and down my pants, down the crack of my ass, to probe my greased up asshole. I was going to let him go wherever he wanted with this...and I loosened my belt and held up my pants by my hands in the pockets...the seat of my jeans was loose and ready to drop at his desire. Then out of nowhere, some dude in a black leather jacket turned up and went down on top daddy and clamped his lips on that dick that should have been going up my ass...and stayed that way...like forever. This oral bottom did not do much more than keep his face buried in the daddy's crotch...I mean there was no head bobbing, no cocksucking technique, no coming up for air...he just clamped down with his fuckin' face in the guy's crotch and stayed there, motionless like a suction cup. I gave every sign to the top that I was willing to wait this guy out, but finally, I said fuck-it and got the hell out of there. Besides, the crowd of nasty guys in the back corners of Chaps had thinned out by then, so we were pretty much exposed, and that seemed less attractive to me and kind of killed the moment.
I went to the front of the bar and took in what I could of 'Breeding Season 2' which was showing on all the screens in Chaps and I can't review it based on what I saw as the equipment wasn't all that great and it wouldn't be a fair and honest review...but I can say that even in that less than ideal viewing situation, the video 'reads' as another TIM classic: Brad McGuire, a little older and more mature, has never looked better...and there are a bunch of new guys, all of them good, and one in particular, John Sullivan looks like a keeper. That's why although Treasure Island Media advertised that the stars would be present, I wouldn't have recognized them anyway...the new young guys were probably busy texting someone, although I did recognize Tober Brandt smooching (yeah, that's the word I'd use) some fans in a corner, and the always professional Sage Daniels was a good sport and spent the whole time, that I was there, selling TIM tee shirts and gear, closer to the bar.
Finally I saw Suction Cup leave, so I went back to where the action never happened, and it had cleared out almost entirely...there wasn't even anybody waiting in line to use the john. So my plans to get fucked got aborted by a no good, low down sorryass cocksucker...yeah, but there's always next time. We'll shoot for military night or jockstrap night or the provocative-sounding Skank Night at Chaps and see if the dynamic's any different. And oh by the way, Dore Alley is alive and well. Now the scene shifts to bear country...with the upcoming Bear Market and a bunch of events planned for the capital of bear country, good old Guerneville.