Friday, August 26, 2011
Some Like It Supersize - Review
If your fantasy is that of manly poztops plundering tender young boi butt, this video, from Stevan Maverick's Red Stag Studio, is for you. Tober Brandt, AJ Long, Jacob Slader, Lito Cruz are among the tops plundering, plowing, plugging, planting seed deep into the asses of post-twinks like Jake Brentwood, Luke Bennett, Blake Daniels. Some of the tops here are openly poz, and though I don't know the status of any of the young piglets sucking in all that toxic seed, living as they are, they'll probably be counted among the brotherhood in short time. I write this with some admiration, as when I was their age, I was scared shitless, totally inhibited, practicing safe sex and being very conservative. As it turned out, I converted anyway and that diagnosis was key to my becoming the dedicated barebacker that I am now. There's also a hot sequence where Antonio Biaggi fucks the hell out of Ron Rossi, who's hardly a twink anymore, but the theme in general here is older top/younger bottom. Enjoy guys, this is primo porn, beautifully conceptualized and artfully captured on video. As in other Stevan Maverick works, the settings and lighting are kept simple, enhancing the nasty poz vibe...what better place to fuck than on a mattress on the floor?
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Bruthas in Bareback Porn: Two Studios
BlackBreeders is a relatively new studio; their early efforts were hampered by disappointing production values...the video I recall was characterized by those annoying crotch shadows and a reddish cast that made the action look out of focus. Nevertheless, I gave the production, which is called Magnum Fukkas, I think, a rather qualified thumbs-up because the players were all so hot, the video would not be a waste of time. I recognized the basis for an extraordinary production company and reported that I would continue to track it until they got it together. Ah, they have got it together: BlackBreeders/New Breed/Vol. 2 came out late last year and is a superb entertainment.
The studio based in Brooklyn has put together a combination of hot tops and bottoms for some of the nastiest, raunchiest, most spirited fucking you're ever gonna see...anywhere.
The schtick here is a collection of 'auditions,' I think the bottoms are auditioning but that's my conclusion, there isn't much explaining...there's no need to explain, here's a lot of hot lowdown fucking for you. The standout bottoms are Chase Walker (I think!), a bottom with a trim bod, nice dick, a bushy goatee and the sexiest belly button I've ever seen...he gets fucked splendidly by Pete Porter...let's have more of these guys.
Super hot Gio Jones bottoms out for sizzlin' fukka Tyke Logan...Gio's got a fabulously big ass, big thighs, strong legs and shows off some nice feet. There's a superhot creampie here as Tyke shoots a big load, retreats, then shoves it back in and mixes it up, cummy manjuice oozing out with each thrust. I think Tyke nutted three times, twice for sure. I'm overheating here. There's more: Nick Omni (I think, I wish BlackBreeders would get more specific about these bruthas, then I'd know for sure) gets nailed by Vann Williams (whom I remember from Magnum Fukkas) in the session expertly captured (hey they really got it together, I'm not lying) from a number of perspectives. The bottom has a fabulous big ass, a real man's ass ripe for beatin' down, and a mature, experienced bottoming style. The top...Vann (?) performs fabulously.
These dudes are not thugs...this is not thugporn. These are hot men, in their 30's/40's, experienced, confident, not into bullshit. You can buy this one without renting it first.
BlackBreeders.com is here to stay, let's hope.
I was a bit ambivalent about RawStrokes when it first appeared on the scene. Production values issues mostly were the problems, as some scenes seemed out of focus and they were using porn stars we knew to be poz, so it was even more annoying. Over the past 2 years, RawStrokes has gradually got it together, such that their latest, Raw Power, is a sure thing...you will like this video...black tops, latin bottoms...L'il Papi, who broke out last year and veteran Robby Mendez who's been with Rawstrokes almost from the beginning, give their best performances to date. L'il Papi gets plugged in two segments, and his socks are off this time. I never thought Robbie Mendez was imaged to the best avail in his past videos...I always wanted him shot from a different perspective or matched with a different top. Here he gets nailed on a massage table by 2 young dynamic tops ('it looks ridiculous' the director is heard to say) and it's not ridiculous, it's all fuckin' torrid. Robbie never looked better...he's a skinny Mexican boy type...un flaquito...not my best fantasy...but he's grown on me over time and I now jack off to the memory of his bottoming in this video. This production is somewhat thuggish, for those of you into that, you will love this movie. I still haven't figured out all the tops but I've seen them before and recognize the names...Ass Professor, Derek Reynolds, Hot Rod, Remy Mars, Maseo, and oh yeah, the hot top of the moment, Antonio Biaggi, him I do know...if you see these names among the cast, you're going to have hours of fun with your video. I wish I knew who the two tops who tag little Robbie's ass...they are fan-fucking-tastic. Buy this one.
The studio based in Brooklyn has put together a combination of hot tops and bottoms for some of the nastiest, raunchiest, most spirited fucking you're ever gonna see...anywhere.
The schtick here is a collection of 'auditions,' I think the bottoms are auditioning but that's my conclusion, there isn't much explaining...there's no need to explain, here's a lot of hot lowdown fucking for you. The standout bottoms are Chase Walker (I think!), a bottom with a trim bod, nice dick, a bushy goatee and the sexiest belly button I've ever seen...he gets fucked splendidly by Pete Porter...let's have more of these guys.
Super hot Gio Jones bottoms out for sizzlin' fukka Tyke Logan...Gio's got a fabulously big ass, big thighs, strong legs and shows off some nice feet. There's a superhot creampie here as Tyke shoots a big load, retreats, then shoves it back in and mixes it up, cummy manjuice oozing out with each thrust. I think Tyke nutted three times, twice for sure. I'm overheating here. There's more: Nick Omni (I think, I wish BlackBreeders would get more specific about these bruthas, then I'd know for sure) gets nailed by Vann Williams (whom I remember from Magnum Fukkas) in the session expertly captured (hey they really got it together, I'm not lying) from a number of perspectives. The bottom has a fabulous big ass, a real man's ass ripe for beatin' down, and a mature, experienced bottoming style. The top...Vann (?) performs fabulously.
These dudes are not thugs...this is not thugporn. These are hot men, in their 30's/40's, experienced, confident, not into bullshit. You can buy this one without renting it first.
BlackBreeders.com is here to stay, let's hope.
I was a bit ambivalent about RawStrokes when it first appeared on the scene. Production values issues mostly were the problems, as some scenes seemed out of focus and they were using porn stars we knew to be poz, so it was even more annoying. Over the past 2 years, RawStrokes has gradually got it together, such that their latest, Raw Power, is a sure thing...you will like this video...black tops, latin bottoms...L'il Papi, who broke out last year and veteran Robby Mendez who's been with Rawstrokes almost from the beginning, give their best performances to date. L'il Papi gets plugged in two segments, and his socks are off this time. I never thought Robbie Mendez was imaged to the best avail in his past videos...I always wanted him shot from a different perspective or matched with a different top. Here he gets nailed on a massage table by 2 young dynamic tops ('it looks ridiculous' the director is heard to say) and it's not ridiculous, it's all fuckin' torrid. Robbie never looked better...he's a skinny Mexican boy type...un flaquito...not my best fantasy...but he's grown on me over time and I now jack off to the memory of his bottoming in this video. This production is somewhat thuggish, for those of you into that, you will love this movie. I still haven't figured out all the tops but I've seen them before and recognize the names...Ass Professor, Derek Reynolds, Hot Rod, Remy Mars, Maseo, and oh yeah, the hot top of the moment, Antonio Biaggi, him I do know...if you see these names among the cast, you're going to have hours of fun with your video. I wish I knew who the two tops who tag little Robbie's ass...they are fan-fucking-tastic. Buy this one.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Dore Alley Needs a Piss Tent
I enthusiastically headed down South of Market way to hit the Dore Up Your Alley street fair last weekend, mostly in search of porn. I was hoping that Spunk Video or SX Video would have booths selling dvds at serious markdowns as they have in the past...but alas, I was seriously disappointed. Neither had a booth, and of course, Treasure Island Media has been banned...forever, it seems, from Up Your Alley just as it has from the Folsom Street Fair. There actually was porn for sale, but it was crap from studios like Threshold, Factory, Blue Alley and some others, stuff that wouldn't interest dedicated barebackers.
Dore Alley drew the usual and expected crowd, a lot of guys from out of town who dust off their leather gear a couple times a year and head straight for the Miracle Mile. As usual, the dudes who should keep their clothes on, were the ones who took it all off, and there were whipping demonstrations, the dildo ring toss, dancing in the street, all the stuff you'd expect. But what was interesting were the lines of leathermen waiting for a turn to piss. There were no fewer than 50 or 60 porta-potties and there were long lines for each of them...long, long lines such that one would have to wait 30 minutes to pee. I scanned Mindtrip's great blog 'Life in the Raw' and sure enough, he blogged about fucking a guy while waiting in line and the action continued to the shitcan. There was more than enough time to fuck a couple of hot asses.
Up Your Alley is basically a charity fundraiser. Raising some cash for local charities is the ostensible purpose to have it all. But the organizers of Up Your Alley missed an excellent opportunity to increase their income, and let's see if somebody important sees it as I do: bring on the Piss Tent. Raise a platform and cover it with a big tent, and charge the piss queens to hang out in there and drink up all the piss that's generated by the thousands of gallons of beer consumed from no fewer than a dozen booths, not to mention all the local bars. Design the platform with a trough so that the pissers can pee into the hordes of thirsty throats below. There would be no physical contact at all, so it would be no more 'objectionable' than public flogging. The first step would be to contact all the pissing groups out there, the Wet & Wild crowd. If only the right guys will see it as I do.
Dore Alley drew the usual and expected crowd, a lot of guys from out of town who dust off their leather gear a couple times a year and head straight for the Miracle Mile. As usual, the dudes who should keep their clothes on, were the ones who took it all off, and there were whipping demonstrations, the dildo ring toss, dancing in the street, all the stuff you'd expect. But what was interesting were the lines of leathermen waiting for a turn to piss. There were no fewer than 50 or 60 porta-potties and there were long lines for each of them...long, long lines such that one would have to wait 30 minutes to pee. I scanned Mindtrip's great blog 'Life in the Raw' and sure enough, he blogged about fucking a guy while waiting in line and the action continued to the shitcan. There was more than enough time to fuck a couple of hot asses.
Up Your Alley is basically a charity fundraiser. Raising some cash for local charities is the ostensible purpose to have it all. But the organizers of Up Your Alley missed an excellent opportunity to increase their income, and let's see if somebody important sees it as I do: bring on the Piss Tent. Raise a platform and cover it with a big tent, and charge the piss queens to hang out in there and drink up all the piss that's generated by the thousands of gallons of beer consumed from no fewer than a dozen booths, not to mention all the local bars. Design the platform with a trough so that the pissers can pee into the hordes of thirsty throats below. There would be no physical contact at all, so it would be no more 'objectionable' than public flogging. The first step would be to contact all the pissing groups out there, the Wet & Wild crowd. If only the right guys will see it as I do.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Quiet Top Cums in a Double Session
We connected online and when we finally talked on the phone, I had to repeat everything...my address, the cross streets...several times. He stammered a lot even as he spoke only a few words, so I thought he might be a foreign type. He wasn't. He didn't seem how to use public transit in San Francisco...he said he was in the Castro and had to take public transit...but he didn't seem to know there's a subway station at Castro, so I guessed he might be a tourist. He wasn't. Then I had to repeat everything all over agan. I thought maybe he's just plain dim. He wasn't. But through all of this, I kept reading 'flake' and didn't expect much. I had cleaned out, was ready to go, and didn't have anything else going, so what the hell.
He did show up finally, though, and he turned out to be a six-foot Italian guy with average-sized equipment so at first he didn't look particularly hung. In time, we changed all that...he got a decent hard on though it didn't seem all that hard when he was plugging me, and for a long time, too, about 45 minutes before he finally shot his load...it turned out to be a poz load, too, so it was a real seeding, nicely done. Then he lay down in the bed and made himself comfortable, closing his eyes as if drifting off. Usually my noon-time tricks hustle right out which is fine by me since I'm into quickies, pump and dumps, fast hose downs. And most of these daytime fuckers have to get back to work. But I didn't mind this, so I joined him in bed and we had a little snooze.
Every time I touched his uncut dick, it responded by stiffening a bit, not a lot but enough to be noticeable. Then I went back to work, going down on that Italian sausage, getting it up again. He had the same idea. This big guy fucked me again and just as forcefully as the first go-around. During the first fuck he was changing his position frequently, as if he couldn't get a proper footing. I figured out that the best thing I could do was stay flat on my belly with the palms of both hands flat on the bed and not to move at all. This worked. Bottoming is not instinctive. You have to learn how to bottom, how to react or respond to the top, when to move and when not to. This top is a silent type, didn't tell me where to put myself, not so much as a grunt. So the bottom learns when to keep his mouth shut. We didn't do any dirty talk with this dude. Although he didn't cum a second time, he worked hard at it, fucking me for another 30 or 40 minutes, not that I had my eye on the clock, but if you're working the nooner crowd, you gotta keep this in mind.
Not a real nooner,no being late getting back to the office, and the only guy who'll get fired, or fired up, this time, is me.
He did show up finally, though, and he turned out to be a six-foot Italian guy with average-sized equipment so at first he didn't look particularly hung. In time, we changed all that...he got a decent hard on though it didn't seem all that hard when he was plugging me, and for a long time, too, about 45 minutes before he finally shot his load...it turned out to be a poz load, too, so it was a real seeding, nicely done. Then he lay down in the bed and made himself comfortable, closing his eyes as if drifting off. Usually my noon-time tricks hustle right out which is fine by me since I'm into quickies, pump and dumps, fast hose downs. And most of these daytime fuckers have to get back to work. But I didn't mind this, so I joined him in bed and we had a little snooze.
Every time I touched his uncut dick, it responded by stiffening a bit, not a lot but enough to be noticeable. Then I went back to work, going down on that Italian sausage, getting it up again. He had the same idea. This big guy fucked me again and just as forcefully as the first go-around. During the first fuck he was changing his position frequently, as if he couldn't get a proper footing. I figured out that the best thing I could do was stay flat on my belly with the palms of both hands flat on the bed and not to move at all. This worked. Bottoming is not instinctive. You have to learn how to bottom, how to react or respond to the top, when to move and when not to. This top is a silent type, didn't tell me where to put myself, not so much as a grunt. So the bottom learns when to keep his mouth shut. We didn't do any dirty talk with this dude. Although he didn't cum a second time, he worked hard at it, fucking me for another 30 or 40 minutes, not that I had my eye on the clock, but if you're working the nooner crowd, you gotta keep this in mind.
Not a real nooner,no being late getting back to the office, and the only guy who'll get fired, or fired up, this time, is me.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Fucked by a Cop
Living where I do, just a few blocks from the San Francisco Civic Center, there are scores of cops, and I'm not necessarily talking only about the SFPD...to me, a cop is any law enforcement officer who wears a badge, so this being San Francisco, I might just as well be talking about the California Highway Patrol, the San Francisco County Sheriff, the Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART) police, the California State Police - to protect the State of California buildings, and the Department of Homeland Security...my neighborhood is swarming with cops, but I've never had one in my pants until I hooked up on bbrts with a 'cop,' and that's as specific as I'm going to get, you know, to protect the guilty.
This was technically a good, old-fashioned 'nooner,' and it took him only ten minutes to walk to my place. He dropped his pants and my first impression was that his dick was a little small for the rest of him, a 'problem' big guys have with average-sized dicks, the equipment seems out of scale. But not to worry: after a little sucking, we got that baby up to a decent working size. I decided that missionary style would be the best bet for this top so once on my back, this copper gave me a good dicking; he sure knew what to do with what he had. This was what I call a 'mature fuck,' that is, sex without a lot of play-acting or conscious role playing...I never understood the idiotic finger probe or butt slapping, some cheap tricks the insecure or inexperienced or unimaginative pick up from bad videos. No, this was a mature fuck: he's seriously fucking me and our eyes are locked...neither one of us broke this eyelock...it got very intense and just plain hot. The cop pulled out and sprayed my ass with cum, which I wiped up and licked off my fingers.
It was also an old-fashioned nooner: it lasted about 20 minutes and then he was out of there.
This was technically a good, old-fashioned 'nooner,' and it took him only ten minutes to walk to my place. He dropped his pants and my first impression was that his dick was a little small for the rest of him, a 'problem' big guys have with average-sized dicks, the equipment seems out of scale. But not to worry: after a little sucking, we got that baby up to a decent working size. I decided that missionary style would be the best bet for this top so once on my back, this copper gave me a good dicking; he sure knew what to do with what he had. This was what I call a 'mature fuck,' that is, sex without a lot of play-acting or conscious role playing...I never understood the idiotic finger probe or butt slapping, some cheap tricks the insecure or inexperienced or unimaginative pick up from bad videos. No, this was a mature fuck: he's seriously fucking me and our eyes are locked...neither one of us broke this eyelock...it got very intense and just plain hot. The cop pulled out and sprayed my ass with cum, which I wiped up and licked off my fingers.
It was also an old-fashioned nooner: it lasted about 20 minutes and then he was out of there.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Where Have All the Chad Douglases Gone?
Where have all the Chad Douglases gone? That isn't my line...Somebody else used that language on the Treasure Island website's open forum (I think), lamenting the lack of decent dick in his life. The writer must have been a bottom of a certain age to recall maybe the greatest stud in the old Falcon Studios stable, maybe the greatest top in porn history, and I'd commiserate with that sentiment entirely, based on how things have been going for me, lately.
Guys, it's been a while since I last posted. I haven't posted because my sex life of late has been substantially less than fabulous. Until last Monday, that is. Most of my fucks over the past couple of weeks have been sheathed, rubbered, and pretty ordinary, so there was no point in boring the pants off of you all with renditions of how ordinary the sex has been. If it wasn't ordinary, then it was comical, like the fucking I got from the guy whose equipment was about the size of a wine bottle cork. Corky actually did cum up my ass and I did manage to squeeze the last drop of cum out of that dick, but somehow I sense nobody wants a blow by blow detail of that deposit. Corky was one of two or three bareback fucks; all the rest were protected, so-called safe sex encounters and not in the spirit of this blog.
Some of you know that I work from my home which makes hosting during the daytime quite possible. I go straight to barebackrt and post and just check periodically while I go about my professional business life. I post for only an hour or so, sometimes renewing the post, because I have found that posting for a period of 4 to 6hours encourages a lot of idiotic chatter from people who have no intention of fucking at all. So when a buddy sends you a message that reads, 'I'll be there in an hour,' you know it's for real.
And he was for real. A slender young/old, old/young (he admitted to being 50) dad with a long, slender tool that plumbed my assline for a good 10 minutes before depositing a nice poz load in that ole cumbucket. Then he simply lay on my back, with his dick fully immersed in a buttcanal swimming with toxic juice, while I did my best to massage his pozbone with my well-trained buttmuscles, all the while he was whispering nasty poz talk into my ear, and I talked right back with some toilet talk of my own. It could have been Chad Douglas for all I cared, but it was better than Chad because Chad is dead and I'll blog about him tomorrow maybe. But for now, Chad Douglas is a Monday day fuck, and one I hope turns into a regular. So remember there are lots of Chad Douglases out there...they just all don't look like Chad Douglas. But give them a chance, it could be better than you think.
Guys, it's been a while since I last posted. I haven't posted because my sex life of late has been substantially less than fabulous. Until last Monday, that is. Most of my fucks over the past couple of weeks have been sheathed, rubbered, and pretty ordinary, so there was no point in boring the pants off of you all with renditions of how ordinary the sex has been. If it wasn't ordinary, then it was comical, like the fucking I got from the guy whose equipment was about the size of a wine bottle cork. Corky actually did cum up my ass and I did manage to squeeze the last drop of cum out of that dick, but somehow I sense nobody wants a blow by blow detail of that deposit. Corky was one of two or three bareback fucks; all the rest were protected, so-called safe sex encounters and not in the spirit of this blog.
Some of you know that I work from my home which makes hosting during the daytime quite possible. I go straight to barebackrt and post and just check periodically while I go about my professional business life. I post for only an hour or so, sometimes renewing the post, because I have found that posting for a period of 4 to 6hours encourages a lot of idiotic chatter from people who have no intention of fucking at all. So when a buddy sends you a message that reads, 'I'll be there in an hour,' you know it's for real.
And he was for real. A slender young/old, old/young (he admitted to being 50) dad with a long, slender tool that plumbed my assline for a good 10 minutes before depositing a nice poz load in that ole cumbucket. Then he simply lay on my back, with his dick fully immersed in a buttcanal swimming with toxic juice, while I did my best to massage his pozbone with my well-trained buttmuscles, all the while he was whispering nasty poz talk into my ear, and I talked right back with some toilet talk of my own. It could have been Chad Douglas for all I cared, but it was better than Chad because Chad is dead and I'll blog about him tomorrow maybe. But for now, Chad Douglas is a Monday day fuck, and one I hope turns into a regular. So remember there are lots of Chad Douglases out there...they just all don't look like Chad Douglas. But give them a chance, it could be better than you think.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Popping Another Cherry
I'm not much for false modesty, so I'll just say that I have a minor reputation in fisting circles for being the best fister to pop a bottom's cherry. I'm about 5-8 and 165 or so, wear a size 9 boot and have a fat plump dick...alas, it's a shower more than a grower, but the girth would be enough for any bottom, if I could only get the damned hard like I used to. But...I have smallish hands that don't go with my feet. I also have pretty good stamina and prefer to stand when fisting, very often pressing my body against the bottom's, and finishing off by my grabbing my fat dick for some fisting with dick in hand. I'm also a top who doesn't push his bottom to the top's limits; I respect the bottom and it's the bottom who calls the shots, as far as I'm concerned.
After chatting interminably with a versatile pozman who said he wanted me to pop his cherry, we finally reconnoitered at a private playroom in the Mission District of San Francisco, on a quiet tree-shaded street of cutesy-pooh Victorian cottages...who would have thought that behind one of these doors lay one awesome helluva playspace with platform, mirrors, sound and video equipment, and a sling?
I worked this man over for a full hour and at first I thought he was bullshitting me about never having been fisted. He's done a lot of playing around with toys and such, and that is the best way to ease yourself into bottoming for a fist, no amount of dickfucking is going to do it. Well, I got this guy to Level One...all five fingers to the knuckle...Level Two would be to the wrist and we didn't get that far this time, this first time. But we will eventually. One year with this man and I'll have him proud of a fabulous, mellow, buttery ass that just swallows up a mean fist. The point of this blab is to announce that I...am...ready. Ready to indoctrinate any willing novice into the culture of fisting. I used to do this years ago at the legendary fistspace South of Market, and half of the guys honestly decided it wasn't for them. But the other half went to the limit and are now of the fisting brotherhood. It's dificult to ask an experienced top: 'will you break me in?' Some tops seem so unapproachable, especially when decked out in full gear. Well, I am approachable, so all you wannabe fisting bottoms, now you know.
This blog is about gaypoz culture in the 21st century but with a lot of historical cross references, so I'd be remiss if I did not mention that the biography of the seminal (figuratively and most probably literally) leatherman, Chuck Renslow, written by Tracy Baim & Owen Keehnen, is now out and available...'Leatherman: The Legend of Chuck Renslow'published by Prairie Avenue Productions, $24.99. Jack Fritscher reviews it in the Bay Area Reporter (6/9-15), and those leathermen who actually read will know where to buy it; otherwise you can start with our friends at Q Trading Company in Palm Springs.
A fist a day keeps the doctor away.
After chatting interminably with a versatile pozman who said he wanted me to pop his cherry, we finally reconnoitered at a private playroom in the Mission District of San Francisco, on a quiet tree-shaded street of cutesy-pooh Victorian cottages...who would have thought that behind one of these doors lay one awesome helluva playspace with platform, mirrors, sound and video equipment, and a sling?
I worked this man over for a full hour and at first I thought he was bullshitting me about never having been fisted. He's done a lot of playing around with toys and such, and that is the best way to ease yourself into bottoming for a fist, no amount of dickfucking is going to do it. Well, I got this guy to Level One...all five fingers to the knuckle...Level Two would be to the wrist and we didn't get that far this time, this first time. But we will eventually. One year with this man and I'll have him proud of a fabulous, mellow, buttery ass that just swallows up a mean fist. The point of this blab is to announce that I...am...ready. Ready to indoctrinate any willing novice into the culture of fisting. I used to do this years ago at the legendary fistspace South of Market, and half of the guys honestly decided it wasn't for them. But the other half went to the limit and are now of the fisting brotherhood. It's dificult to ask an experienced top: 'will you break me in?' Some tops seem so unapproachable, especially when decked out in full gear. Well, I am approachable, so all you wannabe fisting bottoms, now you know.
This blog is about gaypoz culture in the 21st century but with a lot of historical cross references, so I'd be remiss if I did not mention that the biography of the seminal (figuratively and most probably literally) leatherman, Chuck Renslow, written by Tracy Baim & Owen Keehnen, is now out and available...'Leatherman: The Legend of Chuck Renslow'published by Prairie Avenue Productions, $24.99. Jack Fritscher reviews it in the Bay Area Reporter (6/9-15), and those leathermen who actually read will know where to buy it; otherwise you can start with our friends at Q Trading Company in Palm Springs.
A fist a day keeps the doctor away.
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