Sunday, September 30, 2012
I always liked Samuel J. Jackson. Maybe it's because we both worked on one of the most god-awful television plays ever produced. I'm not going to mention its name here because I don't want to encourage anyone to find this piece of drek and post it on YouTube. I was a Production Manager at the time and I routinely would pick up Samuel J. Jackson, Franklin Seales and Howard Rollins on my way to the airport each week at about 6AM to escort them to Milwaukee each week for taping during the height of one of the worst snow seasons the Northeast has ever seen. After a seemingly endless day of taping in an ABC studio outside of Milwaukee that had no heat because the studio was still under construction, we would all meet up along with Alfre Woodward, who was making her television debut in this program, at the pits of a steakhouse in Downtown Milwaukee called The Clock, which featured an open microphone piano bar each night after dinner. Never once did these actors ever complain or show displeasure, which just goes to show you that they were great actors even early on in their careers. Samuel J. Jackson appears in a terrific PAC ad for Obama which I've posted here. It's an extremely funny ad that makes its points with humor and its message is simple: don't make excuses for not voting and don't pretend there isn't a clear choice: WAKE THE F**K UP AND VOTE FOR OBAMA!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
I'm heading off to Palm Beach, Florida this weekend for a little bit of business and hopefully a whole lot of pleasure. I've prepared some features in advance which I will post during the week. While on the east coast of Florida, I hope to drive down to Haulover Beach, the infamous nude beach just outside of Miami. Whenever I've hit a milestone in my life, I've had a full set of nude photographs taken as a marker. It's a tradition I started when I was in my early twenties and I'm glad I did. You can always refer back to these photos to see just how far you've come and to view how you've changed. It helps immensely in forward planning which I constantly do. Hopefully, I'll get some good results, having hit the weight room hard for the past two months, religiously doing squats and lunges for the glutes and having refrained entirely from all deserts and potato chips. If I like how the photo session comes out, I'll post the photos on this board for my birthday in January!
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
It seems whenever I check the statistics on my features, those highlighting porn stars inevitably pulls many more page views than all others combined. My features on that hottie gay-for-pay stud Reese Rideout are not exceptions! One follower wrote to me and asked me to post the video in which Reese bottoms for Benjamin Bradley. Luckily, I was able to find the video and having now seen it, I have to admit that it is one of the very best bottomings on celluloid. Reese is vigorously rimmed and finger-fucked by Benjamin who then gives Reese's ass the pounding of its life. This video took my breath away.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
I love this new ad featuring Maine Firefighters in support of marriage equality. The ad has a special meaning to me because my Dad was a NYC Firefighter and if he were alive today, I firmly believe that he'd volunteer to appear in such an ad in favor of gay rights.
Monday, September 24, 2012
This has been such a strange year for me. Perhaps, because I’m getting older and no longer working a 9 to 5 job, I’ve got more time to sleep in, work in my pajamas at the computer or head off to the gym at eleven o’clock at night. I have to confess that I don’t see much of the point in Facebook or Twitter but the idea of reconnecting with people, that I once was close to and have lost track of, has become an endeavor I am more actively pursuing, given that I now have the luxury of time. So far this year, I’ve had some decidedly mixed results. Extensive googling uncovered unwelcome information about my best friend from High School, who settled in San Francisco in the mid-70s and apparently died of AIDS at the beginning of the 1990s. I had last visited him in the early 1980s and we said we'd keep in touch but our individual lives got in the way. A photographer I worked with on occasion including posing for photographs for an unpublished book on the nude beaches of Hawaii didn’t return a Holiday Greeting card last year. Unbeknownst to me, he had died suddenly of a heart attack and left behind no survivors. I only discovered this in one of my exhaustive Google searches of upstate New York obituaries.
Five years ago, I was having lunch with a client in the now defunct Broadway/Theater District restaurant Martini’s when a gray-haired man who looked somewhat familiar stopped at my table and asked if I knew who he was. I couldn’t place him at first but then he smiled and I realized it was my very favorite high school teacher, who actually inspired my twenty five year career in film and television. He had been a member of an order of Catholic teaching brothers, teaching both English Literature and a new optional course in Film History. He was more than just a teacher, however. He also socialized with his favorite students, even going to the movies with them and before you go there, there was nothing sexual or inappropriate in our friendship, even if by today’s standards it would be considered unorthodox. The fact is Tom was only about five years older than the students he taught. When I was 19, he was 24. He probably befriended many students, not only because he was interested in their lives and welfare, but because he was still a young man who had not actually come to terms with his sexuality and his manhood. I had received notes from Tom over the years. In one, I remember him being so excited at having seen one of my early on-screen credits as a television production manager. I suspect I was fulfilling one of his own dreams to actually work in the film and television industry and interact with celebrities on a daily basis. Carelessly, as only a selfish young man engaged in a budding career could, I read his letters and rarely responded. Now having met him again after so many years, we both promised to keep in touch. We exchanged addresses and telephone numbers but neither of us followed up.
Tom did tell me at that chance meeting that he had left the brotherhood and had finally come out. I told him that was a good thing. Since I was with a client that day, I never had a chance to tell him about my life, my husband, my plans for the future but I did think we would eventually catch up. I have to be in Chicago for a day or two next month, which is where Tom settled and I thought it would be a good thing to finally touch base with him. I called the contact phone number he left and found it to be disconnected. I then started another one of my google searches only to find that Tom died at the end of last year. There was no cause of death and no survivors indicated, just a memorial page for anyone who wished to add a few remembrances. Low and behold, student after student described wonderful memories of Tom. I added mine, too. There is a point to this story. I would like to say to anyone who thinks there’s plenty of time to do things in life, “Don’t wait.” If there’s someone you want to reconnect with, do it today. Sometimes in life there just isn’t a lot of time.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Here's my favorite Jett Adore (below) recently performing his Zorro strip-tease at the Holler Than Hell Burlesque. I previously posted a video made several years ago of Jett's Zorro rendition. http://naturalcityman.blogspot.com/2012/03/jett-adore-stripping-as-zorro.html Compare the two versions and notice the way he's worked on this number and made it more dramatic and more sexy. Hell, notice the way he actually displays his butt hole!
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