Greetings, men, it has been a while since my last post and for that I apologize, but if I had blogged about my sexlife during these past weeks, this blog would have turned into an escort review blog, which never was the intent. Yes, lads, I have been commissioning the services of professionals, and the changes have been significant and that is the subject for another time. In the meantime, I have been selling old porn and buying new porn, and that brings us to Treasure Island Media' latest, Fuckholes 3 which continues the pattern set by Fuckholes 1 and 2, and also breaks some startingly new ground.
When I travel, I always take along some of my favorite dvds, which I rely upon as background to my sex romps and/or to rev up my own libido. I always include the best bareback video of all time, 'Cumsloppy Buttholes,' the Paul Morris masterpiece. I usually pack 'Meat Rack' and 'Meat Packing' also by TIM (warm weather, outdoor sex, Jerek), and 'World's Hungriest Cumhole Contest' and the video depicting Kenboy's hiv conversion, 'Birthday Fuck Party' (?), these last two by Hot Desert Knights, and maybe Knightbreeders' 'The Best of Damien Silver' ...but...above all, Treasure Island Media's 'Fuckholes' and sequel 'Fuckholes 2.'
The 'Fuckholes' schtick was that the tops and bottoms did not formerly know each other. That in itself was a major turn-on, even if it wasn't quite true all of the time. These were videos that you didn't fast forward. Each scene was distinctive, and up to now, one would have thought all bases had been covered. 'Fuckholes 3' proves that was not the case, for there's a lot of new stuff I never quite considered as porn materials. I know better know.
Fuckholes 3 opens with a Ryan Cummings gangbang, and here is the main reason why I ordered the dvd via mail order and didn't wait to buy it in the store: I couldn't wait to get my hands on it...Ryan Cummings, the hottest multi-cumming hole in the business had been brought into the Treasure Island family, just as I had blogged about earlier this year. Ryan is the most intense bottom around, so you are not a weak sister if you find you must take him in short doses. I think maybe TIM agrees: Ryan takes only 10 loads in this opening sequence, and also injects 110 loads up his ass to be fucked out by the biohazard tattoo guy, fabulous Tony Bishop. The loads must have been filtered, because they look as pure as Perrier. My collections when defrosted look murky yellow and scummy. As for the stench, ah...yes. I think a Ryan Cummings dvd, in the manner of Dawson, is the next logical development. I can't wait for that.
The hardest, stiffest top in the business Rob Yaeger fucks transgendered Sami Price. I don't wish Sami any ill will, and I thank Max Sohl for expanding the discussion, but...well, you know...I was kinda hopin' the roles would be reversed: with a butch bottom getting pumped by a big black TG, although a drag queen top might have been good enough. I think we'll see more of this, I surely hope so.
If Siouxsie Q had been banged by a gang of rapacious queers, that would have been something, but these guys are all straight. At the right time, I might have enjoyed it more, but I'm still having trouble with girly voices in porn. I used to mute straight porn so I wouldn't have to listen to those femmy squeals. My experience is that women don't talk during sex; however, whores do, inspired by bad porn.
Rocco Steele fans (count me in), Lukas Cipriani fans (uhm, maybe, don't know yet), and Tommy Delucca followers...will love this vid. Tommy looks all of 28, and he's been in porn for what(?)...maybe...10 years? He's matured nicely, see for yourself, buy this video. The other guys are mostly new to me, so I still have to imagine my own fantasies involving them, which means nothing to anyone but me. I didn't know Dane Ford (Fuckholes) or Taylor Means (Fuckholes 2), and now they are among my favorite bottoms of all time. Fuckholes 3 will definitely be along for the ride on my next trip to the desert. Buy it!
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Sunday, January 4, 2015
The End of Condom Porn
A few years hence, historians will look back to 2015 and declare that sometime during that year, gay condom pornography just sort of petered out. By next September, you'll be hard pressed to find condoms in gay porn, and by the end of 2016, there will a few condom fetish sites (I mean, yeah, there ARE some sexy things you can do with condoms), but that will be it. It all has to do with Neg+Prep; it's happening right now and bareback sex and by extension, porn, won't be the same. Hey, it's still sex, and nobody's complaining, and maybe such discussion will become merely academic. But..along with the condom fetish, there will be more dedicated poz bareback fetish sites, and there will still be chasers and gifters, and conversion parties will become more acknowledged and maybe typical, and the poz bareback cult will intensify, but I'll leave that discussion for another time.
So, the Condom Era lasted from 1989 until 2015 and at that era's dawn, I was a big Falcon Videos fan, and I remember big stars like Jeff Stryker crossing over from bareback (the term didn't even exist then!) to condom, but a lot of big names from the Pre-Condom Era already had their tickets punched for the Big Nowhere. They had been dropping off since the mid-80's, and let me tell you youngins out there, them was creepy times...you gotta remember they were still trying to figure out what the hell AIDS was, much less working on a test or medications. But enough about that for now...the Pre-Condom Era produced some really great stars who will live on forever, thanks to video...and I just can't help thinking: oh what Paul Morris could have done with Chad Douglas, Jon King, Kevin Williams or Chris Burns. Shit! The mind boggles.
So we watched the old Falcon stuff all through the Condom Era, and were aware of names like Rob Cryston but didn't much care. ChiChi LaRue became a millionairess without any help from me. By the mid-90's, things began to change. The advent of new drugs changed life expectations, lifestyles and sex. The Bareback Era started somewhere around late 1997, I would say, with a couple of fisting videos directed by Steven Scarborough and videographed by Michael McKey. I just checked Scarborough's videography on a couple websites where he's credited on about a hundred videos, and Depth Charge I & II are not listed. I could be wrong about giving Scarborough credit, or maybe the politically-correct powers-that-be deleted both Depth Charges. Anyway...both videos were (just about) exclusively barefisting, with a little bit of bareback fucking and one pearl of cum that somehow made it through the editing. Now Plain Wrapped video had been releasing fetish and fisting videos for a while, but wrapped is wright; it was all condom. Depth Charge was bare fisting, deep and real, and we were shocked.
Then Michael McKey, based in Phoenix, produced a few of his own videos; the production values and qualities were superb but his cast of players, all friends and ordinary guys, ranged from semi-hot to butt ugly. Most of them would qualify as bears today (a few were downright obese), but that term was not widely in use in 1998. Cigar fetishist Titpig became the first bareback star to an audience craving more. Around the same time, Bill Gardner and John Singleton, professional cinematographers based out of Palm Springs, started Hot Desert Knights with a video called 'Bareback Buddies' and a guy in San Francisco named Paul Morris produced a little VHS tape entitled 'Raunch Lunch,' featuring a performer with my favorite nom de porn of all time...Wyatt Trash.
It was all shocking to me, based on the climate of the times, but I had been living an insular life for a few years, having unknowingly converted, losing weight, sleeping 12 hours a day, falling asleep at my computer, and not interested in sex...finally ending up in the emergency room (collapsing at work!), then living on a weird schedule of nine pills a day, and abstaining from sex all together, thinking I was just plain gonna die. I just wanted to get through the year and not embarrass my family with an AIDS-related death. It was 1997, a transitional year, and a lot of us were fucked up mentally.
Bareback sex was totally, inarguably and positively taboo. If you indulged in barebacking you were signing your death lease for a condo in the deepest reaches of Hades. It was ignorant, irresponsible and immoral. Barebackers were fucked up shitheads who didn't give a damn. They were ballin' down the highway, a one-way road to Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. You're gonna die a miserable death and you're gonna end up in goddamned Hell!
So. Escape to video.
Imagine the shock of watching for the first time, Paul Morris' second video, Breed Me, when a dude works his ass with a dildo, and a torrent of sticky, slimy, messy cum just flows out for about five minutes. No sound except the tolling of bells...like at a funeral. Death. Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, etc. We were all going to hell, together.
You know the rest. The early porn characters were our sex life by proxy, then an inspiration, then as we gained confidence, role models. Dick Kraver, Mac Curtis, Big Ken, Billy Boyd, Tom Shannon, Will West, Chad Adams, Ray Butler, names that now sound pre-historic. Dawson was still a few years down the trail. Websites were still pretty basic, if they existed at all. And you couldn't buy these videos at the porn shop. I ordered my first TIM video from an ad in one of the many amateur 'zines circulating then, and it came back by mail order. Then Paul would send us a notice of the next video through the mail with a self-addressed stamped (if you can imagine that!!) envelope to his mail drop on Market Street. And of course we ordered them as they came out and eagerly awaited the next. There was an underground aspect to all of this. Barebackers were shameful, nasty, dirty guys and keeping it hush.
Well, I and millions of others are still here. I resumed by sex life in 2000...that's how long it took for me to overcome the fear of barebacking, from '97 to double aught, well, just 3 years...some guys still haven't come to grips with it. Neg+Prep will change all that, too. In the meantime, thanks Paul, Mike, Bill (r.i.p.), and John, for 17 years of adventure, inspiration, exploration and a lot of really hot sex!!
Ah-men.
So, the Condom Era lasted from 1989 until 2015 and at that era's dawn, I was a big Falcon Videos fan, and I remember big stars like Jeff Stryker crossing over from bareback (the term didn't even exist then!) to condom, but a lot of big names from the Pre-Condom Era already had their tickets punched for the Big Nowhere. They had been dropping off since the mid-80's, and let me tell you youngins out there, them was creepy times...you gotta remember they were still trying to figure out what the hell AIDS was, much less working on a test or medications. But enough about that for now...the Pre-Condom Era produced some really great stars who will live on forever, thanks to video...and I just can't help thinking: oh what Paul Morris could have done with Chad Douglas, Jon King, Kevin Williams or Chris Burns. Shit! The mind boggles.
So we watched the old Falcon stuff all through the Condom Era, and were aware of names like Rob Cryston but didn't much care. ChiChi LaRue became a millionairess without any help from me. By the mid-90's, things began to change. The advent of new drugs changed life expectations, lifestyles and sex. The Bareback Era started somewhere around late 1997, I would say, with a couple of fisting videos directed by Steven Scarborough and videographed by Michael McKey. I just checked Scarborough's videography on a couple websites where he's credited on about a hundred videos, and Depth Charge I & II are not listed. I could be wrong about giving Scarborough credit, or maybe the politically-correct powers-that-be deleted both Depth Charges. Anyway...both videos were (just about) exclusively barefisting, with a little bit of bareback fucking and one pearl of cum that somehow made it through the editing. Now Plain Wrapped video had been releasing fetish and fisting videos for a while, but wrapped is wright; it was all condom. Depth Charge was bare fisting, deep and real, and we were shocked.
Then Michael McKey, based in Phoenix, produced a few of his own videos; the production values and qualities were superb but his cast of players, all friends and ordinary guys, ranged from semi-hot to butt ugly. Most of them would qualify as bears today (a few were downright obese), but that term was not widely in use in 1998. Cigar fetishist Titpig became the first bareback star to an audience craving more. Around the same time, Bill Gardner and John Singleton, professional cinematographers based out of Palm Springs, started Hot Desert Knights with a video called 'Bareback Buddies' and a guy in San Francisco named Paul Morris produced a little VHS tape entitled 'Raunch Lunch,' featuring a performer with my favorite nom de porn of all time...Wyatt Trash.
It was all shocking to me, based on the climate of the times, but I had been living an insular life for a few years, having unknowingly converted, losing weight, sleeping 12 hours a day, falling asleep at my computer, and not interested in sex...finally ending up in the emergency room (collapsing at work!), then living on a weird schedule of nine pills a day, and abstaining from sex all together, thinking I was just plain gonna die. I just wanted to get through the year and not embarrass my family with an AIDS-related death. It was 1997, a transitional year, and a lot of us were fucked up mentally.
Bareback sex was totally, inarguably and positively taboo. If you indulged in barebacking you were signing your death lease for a condo in the deepest reaches of Hades. It was ignorant, irresponsible and immoral. Barebackers were fucked up shitheads who didn't give a damn. They were ballin' down the highway, a one-way road to Hell. Hell. Hell. Hell. You're gonna die a miserable death and you're gonna end up in goddamned Hell!
So. Escape to video.
Imagine the shock of watching for the first time, Paul Morris' second video, Breed Me, when a dude works his ass with a dildo, and a torrent of sticky, slimy, messy cum just flows out for about five minutes. No sound except the tolling of bells...like at a funeral. Death. Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, etc. We were all going to hell, together.
You know the rest. The early porn characters were our sex life by proxy, then an inspiration, then as we gained confidence, role models. Dick Kraver, Mac Curtis, Big Ken, Billy Boyd, Tom Shannon, Will West, Chad Adams, Ray Butler, names that now sound pre-historic. Dawson was still a few years down the trail. Websites were still pretty basic, if they existed at all. And you couldn't buy these videos at the porn shop. I ordered my first TIM video from an ad in one of the many amateur 'zines circulating then, and it came back by mail order. Then Paul would send us a notice of the next video through the mail with a self-addressed stamped (if you can imagine that!!) envelope to his mail drop on Market Street. And of course we ordered them as they came out and eagerly awaited the next. There was an underground aspect to all of this. Barebackers were shameful, nasty, dirty guys and keeping it hush.
Well, I and millions of others are still here. I resumed by sex life in 2000...that's how long it took for me to overcome the fear of barebacking, from '97 to double aught, well, just 3 years...some guys still haven't come to grips with it. Neg+Prep will change all that, too. In the meantime, thanks Paul, Mike, Bill (r.i.p.), and John, for 17 years of adventure, inspiration, exploration and a lot of really hot sex!!
Ah-men.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Antonio Biaggi: What Next?
He's certainly been around these past couple of years performing everywhere...from lower end (but still mega-hot) studios like Knightbreeders to the top of the line Treasure Island Media, and straight videos, too, I gather. Given the shelf life of pornstars, he's aware and smart, because he has a lot of other things going on. I'm talking about the super mega superstar top Antonio Biaggi, of course. He's dabbled in retail and now he oversees a baking enterprise, which according to his website, is expanding to inclusion at the Williams-Sonoma stores. His website is an interesting read, although he doesn't get into his personal sex life very much; he does get into political, social and cultural commentary, and he's charmingly candid. If he's as smart as I think he is, he'll market himself through his own videos, in the same way that Chase Coxx and Robby Mendez have in their individual endeavors. Any Antonio Biaggi porn enterprise is going to have legs, and it shouldn't be hard to find an angel, an investor to get him through the spendy parts. With luck, he could end up a porn mini-mogul.
What I like about Antonio (and he's from Puerto Rico, not Italy)is that he appears to be totally into being a pornstar. He's having a great time and Paul Morris at Treasure Island Media is cultivating an image for him, and Antonio is along for the ride. Literally. TIM's latest video 'Park and Ride' is thematic, something I've been strongly encouraging, alluding to mobile pick-ups. I gotta confess that I have not seen the whole video...I can't afford to buy videos anymore, at least for a while...but the 'limo sequence' with Logan Stevens is notable, not the least for packaging Antonio like the superstar he is. The scene opens with AB riding around the streets of Manhattan in a long, low, black limo, and we're introduced to his square-boots up to his casual dressy shirt and jacket...he looks like a professional athlete, a rock promoter, a restaurateur or a classy drug dealer. But the camera moves slowly, letting us take in all the details...we already know enough to get our fantasies roaring by the time he picks up a white trash street hustler played by Logan Stevens. Mr. Stevens is a well-marketed escort in New York, a top most of the time and openly poz, so knowing these details, my fantasy machine was smokin'. You can't go wrong with these two, and you'll have to get the video for the details, but let me say that LS gets stripped down to his bare feet as he gets fucked in the backseat of the limo, something a lot of us have wanted to do. Buy this video...times are rough for the porn industry, but more about that in another blog.
There have been a few porn tops who knew what they had, or at the very least, were game for what the director wanted and went along with it, very capably. Jeff Palmer did the trashy, glittery, bleached out rockstar angle...minus the spandex. Jeff Stryker channeled Elvis (and very nicely) and Chad Douglas did the Hollywood gigolo bit...ah Chad Douglas, shirtless with that '80's shag trailing down, in a Cadillac convertible trolling the hills of Bel Air looking for rich frat boys to fuck...Kevin Williams, Kevin Wilde, Cory Monroe all took Chad's killer seed up their little butts.
Now that's something I, and others, remember to this day. 'I want a personal exercise coach...and his name is...Chad Douglas,' Kevin Williams says, phoning an escort service. Even now, years later, my cock starts to stiffen. I really hope TIM has more plans for Antonio that follow along the theme set in 'Park and Ride.' Maybe I'll start buying dvd's again.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Folsom Weekend 2011 - Part Three - Kok Bar
After my 960 fiasco, I went straight to the Kok Bar, as it is just a couple of blocks away and Treasure Island Media was throwing a party. You never know with these guys so if TIM's involved, I always make sure I'm clean and ready to go, like I said, you never can tell.
I've blogged about the KOK Bar before; it has a back space that's conducive to some naughtiness, but tonight it was partly screened off, which I took as a green light to follow your instincts.
A Bud Light. Some of the best music to be found in any bar South of Market. A good mix of guys. I ceded the front of the bar to the Silly Millys with their I-phones and their bullshit, and made for the back 'room.'
I got in a sexy mood as soon as porn reliable Jake Wetmore showed up wearing a shirt with biohazard pig on it. I got a bit of rise just seeing him, and then he took his shirt off and some guy went down on him, and I thought this might be fun...it was still kinda early.
Back at the bar, I said 'hi' and chatted with Damon Dogg, not telling him he ranked pretty high on my list of San Francisco cheap thrills. Driving past the Treasure Island Media corporate (smile) headquarters on 9th Street and catching Damon taking a smoke break on the sidewalk = cheap thrill. Seeing Damon on 9th St. schlepping shopping bags from the Bath & Beyond store down the block = cheap thrill. Seeing Damon in the smoking patio of the Mix Bar in the Castro, smoking and wearing a red sportjacket or was it a tuxedo (?) = cheap thrill. See what I mean? I didn't tell him any of this. Nice guy, for sure, and a guy who knows how to get the party started. For Folsom Saturday, Damon was dressed in that Air Force jumpsuit barely zippered to his navel (= cheap thrill!) and sauntered into the back room, and started going down on a guy and then it just went crazy from there: a gang of a dozen guys feeling each other up, sucking cock, laughing and swilling beer. Damon then got fucked by about 4 guys in quick succession, and then some of those guys gave up their asses, more sucking and fucking, the sexual heat was on the rise.
It was still kinda early.
Then porn studlet Tyler showed up, shirtless...tall, tan and with those trademark luscious lips, carrying a bunch of shopping bags.
Show me your cock, he said. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my fat dick that was even moreplumped because I had tied it up for Jayson. That was good enough: Tyler gave me a shopping bag, a wonderful gift of dvd's (including the TIM latest, Up the Gut) among other stuff, including a notice for the TIM contra-Folsom party on Sunday.
Thanks, Paul Morris and Treasure Island. For keeping it hot. All the time.
Damon Dogg was nowhere to be seen, but no matter, because now it was Tyler who was fanning the flames.
More sucking, one guy after another going down on Tyler, and Tyler fucking a couple of guys...you gotta understand, it was a crowd, like a circuit party, in a corner of a bar on Folsom Street. Then Tyler fucked a preppy type in a striped Ralph Lauren shirt...nasty college frat boys getting barebacked in a Folsom St bar...nasty...that got me hard.
A black leatherman started patting me ass. Have I mentioned how black guys seem to find me? To get fucked in a bar would be a first for me. What could be better than a bar in SOMA? I turned around and went down on him, doing the best I could but he couldn't get it really hard. The sucking was nice, however.
Such is the 'beauty' of Folsom Weekend. What started out as an expression of the leather lifestyle has blossomed to including just about every fetish imaginable, but still with enough room for frat boys bending over and taking it raw in a quasi-leather bar.
Folsom Weekend 2011.
I've blogged about the KOK Bar before; it has a back space that's conducive to some naughtiness, but tonight it was partly screened off, which I took as a green light to follow your instincts.
A Bud Light. Some of the best music to be found in any bar South of Market. A good mix of guys. I ceded the front of the bar to the Silly Millys with their I-phones and their bullshit, and made for the back 'room.'
I got in a sexy mood as soon as porn reliable Jake Wetmore showed up wearing a shirt with biohazard pig on it. I got a bit of rise just seeing him, and then he took his shirt off and some guy went down on him, and I thought this might be fun...it was still kinda early.
Back at the bar, I said 'hi' and chatted with Damon Dogg, not telling him he ranked pretty high on my list of San Francisco cheap thrills. Driving past the Treasure Island Media corporate (smile) headquarters on 9th Street and catching Damon taking a smoke break on the sidewalk = cheap thrill. Seeing Damon on 9th St. schlepping shopping bags from the Bath & Beyond store down the block = cheap thrill. Seeing Damon in the smoking patio of the Mix Bar in the Castro, smoking and wearing a red sportjacket or was it a tuxedo (?) = cheap thrill. See what I mean? I didn't tell him any of this. Nice guy, for sure, and a guy who knows how to get the party started. For Folsom Saturday, Damon was dressed in that Air Force jumpsuit barely zippered to his navel (= cheap thrill!) and sauntered into the back room, and started going down on a guy and then it just went crazy from there: a gang of a dozen guys feeling each other up, sucking cock, laughing and swilling beer. Damon then got fucked by about 4 guys in quick succession, and then some of those guys gave up their asses, more sucking and fucking, the sexual heat was on the rise.
It was still kinda early.
Then porn studlet Tyler showed up, shirtless...tall, tan and with those trademark luscious lips, carrying a bunch of shopping bags.
Show me your cock, he said. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my fat dick that was even moreplumped because I had tied it up for Jayson. That was good enough: Tyler gave me a shopping bag, a wonderful gift of dvd's (including the TIM latest, Up the Gut) among other stuff, including a notice for the TIM contra-Folsom party on Sunday.
Thanks, Paul Morris and Treasure Island. For keeping it hot. All the time.
Damon Dogg was nowhere to be seen, but no matter, because now it was Tyler who was fanning the flames.
More sucking, one guy after another going down on Tyler, and Tyler fucking a couple of guys...you gotta understand, it was a crowd, like a circuit party, in a corner of a bar on Folsom Street. Then Tyler fucked a preppy type in a striped Ralph Lauren shirt...nasty college frat boys getting barebacked in a Folsom St bar...nasty...that got me hard.
A black leatherman started patting me ass. Have I mentioned how black guys seem to find me? To get fucked in a bar would be a first for me. What could be better than a bar in SOMA? I turned around and went down on him, doing the best I could but he couldn't get it really hard. The sucking was nice, however.
Such is the 'beauty' of Folsom Weekend. What started out as an expression of the leather lifestyle has blossomed to including just about every fetish imaginable, but still with enough room for frat boys bending over and taking it raw in a quasi-leather bar.
Folsom Weekend 2011.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Year of Living Positive
Treasure Island Media has designated 2011 as the Year of Living Positive. So far they haven't done much to articulate beyond what is implicit in the language, except to run a short video clip on the website starring three studs who are poz and out...and 'proud!' as my pal Jayson Park says. We're anxiously watching to see where they go with this.
It was bound to happen: a porn studio was going to acknowledge the presence and attraction of the HIV-positive fetish and admission of the erotic nature of poz cum, impregnating somebody with it or absorbing it into your most intimate parts...the most conclusive manner of bonding.
I have been ruminating about the 'All Sucking! All Fucking! All Poz!' video for a long time, from even before the late porno diarist Scott O'Hara quoted 1980's performer Cory Monroe's ultimate wish by using the language of 1930's movie musical promotion. Paul Morris launched Brad McGuire and James Roscoe as an example of a sexual relationship that has thrived despite sero-discordancy; Brad is notably HIV-negative. I think Paul Morris realizes that this match doesn't quite work as a fantasy for a lot of us; most of us poz guys into longterm relationships dream of a hot poz partner, not a negative guy who will put up with us. In short, and I wish him no harm, but a guy like Brad would be so much hotter if...
There's an unseemly side to the Year of Living Positive that will doubtless raise the ire of the AIDS mafia, those professionals and activists whose existence and paychecks depend upon marketing guilt and fear as the means of HIV prevention. Also provoked will be those rightwing politicians who play the gay card to secure political donations from terrified hairbags in the hinterlands, frightened into giving up a share of their Social Security checks. As I wrote earlier, we'll be anxiously watching.
It IS interesting that some of the mainstream porn studios are now producing bareback videos with a disclaimer that all the performers tested as HIV-negative. We hereby certify that all performers in this video tested negative as of 1/31/10. What pleasure it will give me if Treasure Island puts it right back out there: We hereby certify that all performers in this video tested positive as of 1/31/10. That would be hilarious (!) and something to think about.
Until then, we'll be anxiously watching...
It was bound to happen: a porn studio was going to acknowledge the presence and attraction of the HIV-positive fetish and admission of the erotic nature of poz cum, impregnating somebody with it or absorbing it into your most intimate parts...the most conclusive manner of bonding.
I have been ruminating about the 'All Sucking! All Fucking! All Poz!' video for a long time, from even before the late porno diarist Scott O'Hara quoted 1980's performer Cory Monroe's ultimate wish by using the language of 1930's movie musical promotion. Paul Morris launched Brad McGuire and James Roscoe as an example of a sexual relationship that has thrived despite sero-discordancy; Brad is notably HIV-negative. I think Paul Morris realizes that this match doesn't quite work as a fantasy for a lot of us; most of us poz guys into longterm relationships dream of a hot poz partner, not a negative guy who will put up with us. In short, and I wish him no harm, but a guy like Brad would be so much hotter if...
There's an unseemly side to the Year of Living Positive that will doubtless raise the ire of the AIDS mafia, those professionals and activists whose existence and paychecks depend upon marketing guilt and fear as the means of HIV prevention. Also provoked will be those rightwing politicians who play the gay card to secure political donations from terrified hairbags in the hinterlands, frightened into giving up a share of their Social Security checks. As I wrote earlier, we'll be anxiously watching.
It IS interesting that some of the mainstream porn studios are now producing bareback videos with a disclaimer that all the performers tested as HIV-negative. We hereby certify that all performers in this video tested negative as of 1/31/10. What pleasure it will give me if Treasure Island puts it right back out there: We hereby certify that all performers in this video tested positive as of 1/31/10. That would be hilarious (!) and something to think about.
Until then, we'll be anxiously watching...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Some musings on Treasure Island Media...Island...What I Can't See 3
I was going to blog about Knightbreeders but got distracted by Treasure Island Media's latest, 'Breeding Season 2,' which I finally viewed last night. You may recall my blogging about seeing it on the lousy video screens at the Chaps II bar in SF and still being impressed...by old stalwart Brad McGuire and a crop of new bottoms, including John Sullivan whom I described as a 'keeper.' He's more than that...it looks like he's going to be TIM's next big star bottom. Breeding Season 2 is a 2-disc set and you really get your money's worth...disc 2 has some shorter chapters incl. a couple of gangbangs, some re-edited chapters and a preview of Ryan Sullivan's upcoming video, called 'Island,' a sort of homage to What I Can't See (more about that in a minute)which in shorthand will be referred to as WICS3 starring Ryan's brother...that same John Sullivan the keeper, the looker, who will play the role first played by cuteslut, the bottom who started it all.
Back around the turn of the century, barebacking was still something that raised eyebrows. It all got on tape around '99, with Michael McKey including a bareback fuck in Depth Charge 2, complete with a droplet of cum on a fucked hole. I wrote to Michael at the time about how the hell did it get in and he wrote back saying that the director was so tweaked at the time he didn't notice. MMcKey was the videographer, not yet to direct his own bareback classics. I think his reply was a joke, but we were definitely going in a new direction. Then around the same time, Paul Morris did Raunch Lunch (I believe) which I read about in one of those cheap, amateurish 'zines held together with staples. You wrote to a PO box on Market St. and Paul got back to you with a self-addressed stamped envelope...that was only about 10 years ago! McKey came out with Bareback:The Movie and Bareback 2:Once in a Blue Moon, but then Paul blew it wide open with 'Breed Me' and the opening sequence, some J. Arthur Rank gongs and a bottom milking 15 or 16 loads of cum out of his ass with a dildo. I think we were all shocked at this but there was no turning back...barebacking was taboo, verboten, sexy, hot and we wanted more of it.
What I Can't See had an interesting premise: a blindfolded bottom getting fucked by a wide variety of guys in a motel room that looks like Beck's on Market St. Cuteslut was a skinny little redhead who didn't drive, lived in Modesto or thereabouts and was posting in the early days of the internet...I think for a while he was splitting his time between CA & NYC. There was very little cum in this video, and I wrote to Paul about it and he wrote back saying that cuteslut's ass just soaked up all that jizz. There'll be a lot more cum in Island/WICS3, to be sure.
Scott O'Hara wrote that Cory Monroe (a cute skinny little blonde bottom from the pre-condom '80's) mused that he hoped one day there would be a porno that would be 'ALL SUCKING! ALL FUCKING! ALL POZ!' What made me think of Cory Monroe is that John Sullivan is interviewed in the preview (on disc 2 of BS2) and for the first time there is a discussion of HIV status...John is poz which of course is going to make him all that more desirable. The world turns..
In Breeding Season 2, the openly poz top Lito Cruz drills an in-shape daddy called Seth, and of course we all want to be like Seth sucking in Lito's poz load...disclosure is sexy...as Sean Storm communicated to me, 'we all love those poz loads, don't we?' Breeding Season 2 is a terrific video, buy it(!) and can't wait for Island/Whaat I Can't See 3...I got a feeling it's going to be important.
Back around the turn of the century, barebacking was still something that raised eyebrows. It all got on tape around '99, with Michael McKey including a bareback fuck in Depth Charge 2, complete with a droplet of cum on a fucked hole. I wrote to Michael at the time about how the hell did it get in and he wrote back saying that the director was so tweaked at the time he didn't notice. MMcKey was the videographer, not yet to direct his own bareback classics. I think his reply was a joke, but we were definitely going in a new direction. Then around the same time, Paul Morris did Raunch Lunch (I believe) which I read about in one of those cheap, amateurish 'zines held together with staples. You wrote to a PO box on Market St. and Paul got back to you with a self-addressed stamped envelope...that was only about 10 years ago! McKey came out with Bareback:The Movie and Bareback 2:Once in a Blue Moon, but then Paul blew it wide open with 'Breed Me' and the opening sequence, some J. Arthur Rank gongs and a bottom milking 15 or 16 loads of cum out of his ass with a dildo. I think we were all shocked at this but there was no turning back...barebacking was taboo, verboten, sexy, hot and we wanted more of it.
What I Can't See had an interesting premise: a blindfolded bottom getting fucked by a wide variety of guys in a motel room that looks like Beck's on Market St. Cuteslut was a skinny little redhead who didn't drive, lived in Modesto or thereabouts and was posting in the early days of the internet...I think for a while he was splitting his time between CA & NYC. There was very little cum in this video, and I wrote to Paul about it and he wrote back saying that cuteslut's ass just soaked up all that jizz. There'll be a lot more cum in Island/WICS3, to be sure.
Scott O'Hara wrote that Cory Monroe (a cute skinny little blonde bottom from the pre-condom '80's) mused that he hoped one day there would be a porno that would be 'ALL SUCKING! ALL FUCKING! ALL POZ!' What made me think of Cory Monroe is that John Sullivan is interviewed in the preview (on disc 2 of BS2) and for the first time there is a discussion of HIV status...John is poz which of course is going to make him all that more desirable. The world turns..
In Breeding Season 2, the openly poz top Lito Cruz drills an in-shape daddy called Seth, and of course we all want to be like Seth sucking in Lito's poz load...disclosure is sexy...as Sean Storm communicated to me, 'we all love those poz loads, don't we?' Breeding Season 2 is a terrific video, buy it(!) and can't wait for Island/Whaat I Can't See 3...I got a feeling it's going to be important.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
What is a Pornstar? Some Comments on the Death of Chad Noel/Donny Price
'I think it's always funny when we call call them pornstars' muses pornstar Damian Ford in Jochen Hick's documentary 'Sex/Life in LA 2:Cycles of Porn' (highly recommended, by the way, if you can find it). 'I mean, what is a star? How many movies do you have to do to be a star? One, in porn.' Right you are, Damian. I haven't seen every bareback porn video (I have an aversion to twink porn, crap like Eurocreme) but I've seen all the good ones (the Knightbreeders have escaped me because I won't do Paypal, the only reason) and I know most of the pornstars. So when there was internet buzz about the 'AIDS-related death of 'pornstar' Chad Noel, I was taken aback. Who? Chad Noel. AKA Donny Price. Who? It turns out Chad was in the Brent Corrigan video that was pulled off the shelves when it was learned that Brent was underage. If you have this video...something about a pool boy and under my radar because it qualified as twink porn, in my book...better throw it away because if it ends up in the wrong hands, you could be in a lot of trouble. But back to Chad Noel/Donny Price...and his 'AIDS-related' death: it didn't take long for the sermonizing do-gooders to get online with their tittering about the evils of barebacking, etc., you know the drill by now. They're out there in droves...these professional humanitarians clogging the circuits with their rhetoric. It turns out that Chad/Donny was indeed HIV-positive, but his death was not AIDS-related...some guys, who've claimed to be his friend, attest that the demise was probably drug-related, which certainly rings true. Drug abuse is the real problem, not calculated risky sex. It's been a while since we've lost a pornstar to AIDS...lately, the deaths have been related to drugs, abusive relationships and alas, that scourge of a younger generation...suicide. All of these causes can be avoided with appropriately-directed sermons. There are some good aspects to the bareback culture which I've discussed in earlier blogs.
Google 'Dead Porn Stars' and you'll find the website that lists all of the departed greats and near greats, and those of you of a certain age, will be taken down a path called 'memory lane.' It's a long list, including the best top in porn history, a guy named Chad Douglas. And the best bottom, well OK, it's a toss up between Chris (Danny) Burns and Jon (Gaines) King. What Bill Gardner or Paul Morris could have done with these guys. As of right now, I have known still more dead pornstars than living pornstars, but I'm constantly working to change that. Nothing brightens up your day more than a pornstar's dick up your mancunt. Yeah. I'd better work.
Google 'Dead Porn Stars' and you'll find the website that lists all of the departed greats and near greats, and those of you of a certain age, will be taken down a path called 'memory lane.' It's a long list, including the best top in porn history, a guy named Chad Douglas. And the best bottom, well OK, it's a toss up between Chris (Danny) Burns and Jon (Gaines) King. What Bill Gardner or Paul Morris could have done with these guys. As of right now, I have known still more dead pornstars than living pornstars, but I'm constantly working to change that. Nothing brightens up your day more than a pornstar's dick up your mancunt. Yeah. I'd better work.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Christian 24 Cocks in 24 Hours Review
Just because you're a hot bottom doesn't necessarily mean that you'd make a great bottom in video. Some hot asses just don't read well on the screen, and it's nobody's fault. But when a great ass is captured from all the right angles by an artist like director Max Sohl, what results is a video that's going to be remembered and talked about for a long time to come. In short, Christian's talented poz ass is just plain splendid, and it's fucked every which way in Treasure Island Media's latest, Christian 24 Cocks in 24 Hours...I may not have got the title exactly right, but you get the message: it's the Christian dvd. Some scenes work better for me than others but there isn't a 'fast forward second' in this production...I especially liked the gangbang by a bunch of white frat boy types, the gang rape on a dining table by a gang of black studs and a sexual adventure in a dark and dangerous parking structure in the middle of a Manhattan night...Christian clothed for once takes Luke Thomas' (UK Butt Bangers) thick Brit dick up his arse. Here's another TIM classic to add to your porn library. One thing I want to add about the setting: it seems that the TIM crowd likes to film in some of Manhattan's nicest hotels...of course, Christian and Dawson are stars and should be treated like stars, but I still prefer Frank Stein's (Slut Machine) approach of a mattress tossed on the concrete floor of a basement somewhere on the wrong side of tracks. The deluxe setting doesn't hurt Christian's 24 Cocks, but consider the hotel suite where it was filmed with all the fine English traditional furniture, doesn't detract from the inherent sluttiness of the situation, that of 24 hours of no-strings-attached no attitude fucking. Keep in mind that Paul Morris' early videos featured Hotel Fuck Party and Tenderloin Hotel Fuck, and I hope he returns to that theme in a future video. Sleazy Section 8 Hook Up. I'd bottom for that one.
Best regards, men.
Best regards, men.
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