Download this here

mmm

If I touched myself,

would I be a pedophile?

The New Goodbye? (after anonymous)

White socks? Most of the guys there had on socks, but pure white, anklets? I suppose it added to his sex-as-sport look. If this was indeed what he was going for, he could've qualified as a classic olympian, a once bright star that sank from his glitz and glamour. Now he was just at this jerk off party with me.

He grabbed it at first. I must've felt tiny in his big manly hands that are so used to touching his immense cock. Stroked me a little and then went for his own. Batted the head of his on mine, bullying my boy dick with his man cock. Looking at the two together was like daddy and son, one was much more mature and massive, the other was young and virile. His seemed accustomed to alot of various pleasures and delights from men and women alike. He was just a hedonist.

After jerking the two of us in his hand, he took the head of his penis and noodled it against my tender sac. It made me feel ticklish and horny. His stick was going to take center stage from here on in, the stage of my groin, torso, belly... He rubbed his member all over the place and jerked himself faster. I could tell that he was trying to recapture some of his old porn star glory and I leaned back and let him use my body as his platform. On my tippytoes, with nothing but his graying chest in my sight, I leaned back against the modular unit and allowed him to perform. Then, it was all over. All over my belly.

After cleaning up, the old porn star looked a little groggy. Another day at the office for him, I suppose. He needed to replenish his fluids. Wiped up, turned around and took a step. As if remembering to leave a tip on a table at a restaurant, he quickly turned around and slapped my face. It was the kind of slap you envision mafiosos giving to their cousins Vinny. But its like whatever, I was jerked jerked off on and then slapped by this white socked hedon. It's cool. I just took it as the new goodbye.

Grrr

I was in such a foul mood yesterday. To attempt to wash my sorrows away, I had Mixed berry sorbet and Dark chocolate dipped mint milano cookies. I ate both with an elevated pinky. I was SO angry.

このビーチがクレイジーだ！

translation: This Bitch Crazy!

Oh HELL No

I just like boning too much. Every dirty bit of it, daddy.

Maybe I have changed.

Oh well. Fuck'em.

3 Faces of Yves

So people have told me that since coming back to the US I've been a different person. But I think that I've always been different people. What do you think, Sig?

Favela On Blast

I am updating my website, flickr, and youtube. Please drop by the favela.

My shoulder feels better

You've got style, that's what all the girls say
Satin sheets and luxuries so fine
All your suits are custom made in London
But I've got something that you'll really like

Chorus:

Gonna dress you up in my love
All over, all over
Gonna dress you up in my love
All over your body

Feel the silky touch of my caresses
They will keep you looking so brand new
Let me cover you with velvet kisses
I'll create a look that's made for you

(chorus)

Gonna dress you up in my love, in my love
All over your body, all over your body
In my love
All over, all over
From your head down to your toes

I said 45 degrees

Go see Kiku

From 1971

Cody took Billy's shorts off. Cody whispered, "Lovely". Billy was breathing. He was naked except for socks. He was someone to whom the word lovely applied. Cody removed his own clothes. Billy raised his head and watched with a queasy, prickling interest as Cody shrugged away his shirt, kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his bell-bottoms. He wore no underwear. He stood furrily naked, erect. His arms were thin; he has a belly. Cody knelt on the mattress and rubbed Billy's chest with the palms of his hands. Billy didn't look at him. He looked back up at the ceiling, where the elephants marched trunk to tail, and he felt Cody's lips on his belly. Briefly, he panicked. His heart fluttered. This can't happen. This can't. but he held still and it was allowed. It did happen. Cody's lips, ticklish with their stubble, moved down and then they had taken Billy inside. Billy's stomach heaved. He worried about teeth. He didn't look anywhere but up. Cody's mouth moved. Billy said to himself. This is happening. he felt powerful and ridiculous. He remembered the forearm of the waiter who'd given him his coffee and hour ago. The waiter had been handsome in a pallid, dissatisfied way. His forearms had been pale and hairless, ropy with little muscles that jumped. Billy looked at Cody's bare shoulders, the top of Cody's windblown head. Cody's head moved and there was the sensation, strong but remote, edged with vertigo, nothing like the familiar thrills Billy summoned in himself, quickly with his own hand. Cody's hair was black, disordered, innocent. The waiter had seemed hurt by his own beauty. He'd been sullen. The muscles in his arms had jumped as he poured the coffee. Billy saw that he could think of the waiter's arm and say to himself the word beautiful. There was permission and he said the word, silently. The arm became beautiful and then the man did, an unhappy stranger with a shadow of mustache. A man who was naked sometimes, who would have slim hips and a sullen way of standing, with his arms folded over his bare chest. Billy thought of the waiter's sculpted unhappiness. He watched the top of Cody's head. Yes. Bix had put his blood on Billy's face. The waiter's buttocks would be small and precise. Yes. He thought of Bix–the quiet rage in him, the crazy light in his eyes–and he thought of the waiter's small innocent buttocks and he thought of himself lifted by strong arms and then with a single exclamation, he came.

An Excerpt from Flesh and Blood, by Michael Cunningham

Thanks for watching my books

I ate all the Häagen-Dazs

My Ass in a Jock Strap

Compliments of/from my pornographer

I had no known

I thought it meant "Porn and Poppers", though ex-omaha bear says that it equates to meth. Meth 6 peiack.

I fucked up my shoulder...

and now I cannot be art ninja. You see, I was playing Office ninja in the office yesterday, and while appearing and disappearing, I managed to fuck up my shoulder again. I wanted to be art ninja and go to SVA and mingle with some designers and then to the Art Book Fair, but instead I'm off to Rite Aid for some Ben Gay. Grrr. If you can make it, run off to the Art Book Fair for me. There's always some interesting arty-porn to be had. Double Grr.

Haringization

If the 80's were physically packaged neatly in our minds (as it is undoubtedly is for some people), it would probably be wrapped in bright paper with crawling babies, barking dogs, and flying angels - all courtesy of Keith Haring. I really liked Keith's work as a young, gay, creative person. It was graphic, gay, and public. Kinda like what I'd like this blahg to be. But then, as time wore on, his work was almost too public... appearing everywhere in NYC, and around the world. The Universe of Keith Haring, a new documentary, has re-ignited my interest in the glowing babies and break dancing figures that Haring produced and produced and produced - the film reveals just how prolific Haring was, virtually right up to his death. II'm happy to say I've been Haring-ized once again. Go see the movie! And keep a look out for crazy ass Yoko Ono. She crazy!



On a side note, the screening that I went to featureed a Q & A afterwards with the film's director. She said that while she attempted to interview people from Keith Haring's universe like Grace Jones, Brooke Shields, and Madonna, they were unavailable. How dare Madonna, especially after using KH's work all over her new tour. I'm sure she's doing it in homage to her friend, but c'mon Madge, will ya serve us some tea. Jeesh.

Today's Look

From head to toe

Porkboy hat from Kyoto
¥2500

Purple hair tie, 99 cent store
$.99

Vintage circle rim glasses, Alphaville, Soho
$20

Black T (gift) Carlos
Gratis

VICTORIOUS zip-up from Diesel
$75

Vintage one button cardicape, About Glamour, Williamsburg
$30

Cashmere/Lambswool Cape/poncho , women's GAP
$40

Magenta kasla ka la bakla Nano iPod
$200

Biker gloves, A|X
$50

Naoshima Art House Project Bag, Naoshima, Nippon
¥1500

Hong Kong Kowloon Koolots (Artner donation)
Gratis

Uniqlo too tight tights
¥800

Black Jock Strap, Sports Authorities
$3

CK Sport Socks, Marshalls, Co-Op City
$6

Red Adidas (gift) Soohyen French
Gratis

Narcisso Rodriguez Homme (scent)
$50

Total Grande (w/o tax)

¥4800
$474.99
Gratis x 3

Merci.

...

A couple things '84

One step further and my back will break,
If my best isnt good enough
Than how can it be good enough for two?
I cant work any harder than I do...
-Wham!

The Book

Shoulder Pads and Grace Jones

Alexis

Crack

I feel like I'm on The sinking ship

Read this and then watch this.

omg Photoshop

Whenever I tell people that I'm a graphic designer, they invariably say, "On the computer..." Fuck. I think it's a shame that graphic design = mac these days. I suppose when you think of a painter, a brush and paint come to mind, but I hate that people think that being a designer means that you're a technician, or a mac expert (+ imanoesspert). But, then I saw this clip. If The shiteaters and cum throwers themselves use these tools, I guess next time I'm asked, "On the computer..?", I should just say, "Yes, I scan my spunk on the computer".

OOF

I hate being unstable. And my place of business, New York City Hot Mess, is a huge destabilizing force in my life right now. Firebush, my beloved Big Jew Colleague, likens the whole shabang to a roller coaster in a theme park. In that sense, I guess the folks that got laid off three weeks ago just weren't strapped in tightly enough. What can I do to get over this stress of an unstable future in a troubled economy? Naked photos? Ramen? I no know. Maybe I just need to fuck the pain away.

In Rainbows

Last week I hd a pretty art faggy day... as recounted a couple of posts back. sex, no drugs, and impressionist art. faggy art fag in the 21st. I saw this installation in the window of The Modern on the way to The Modern. It was cute, cunt, and colored in rainbows. Oh Shoot.

Obsessive Cumpulsive

I see you.

||

Parallel

Marketing Meeting 10/14/08

Com'on Daddy

Como te llamas?

ART FAG(gotries) II: Gilbert and George Can Suck My Cock

I loved the show at the Brooklyn Museum. The cult of personality that embodies the oeuvre of Gilbert and George always had a strong effect on my creative side. It was this team of sculptors that first showed me that one can build an art career on queer identity, erotic exhibitionism, and a witty sense of humor. While at the exhbition, I learned that:

Alcohol can help one's process

Bathroom stall art can be part of a museum exhibition

Fingers are fuckable (lies, I've know that since I was 12)

Happiness can be interesting

Gilbert is Italian by birth

Being Dirty and Old can translate into being wooed by the Tate

It's not just a summer delicasse

In the end, I'd throw it at G&G. Those sperm eaters can suck my cock anytime.

What is with this fucking insomnia?

Bring It On

omg - who is this geek gay cub? do i have gay geek competition. shit... he has all the accessories. pout.

OH–EM–GEE, is this guy serious? omg, am I serious?

Doo the Dew Dooh

Thanks to some Mountain Dew and a bit of excitement, this bitch (moi) woke up at the crack of dawn this morning. Had the Dooh Doo yesterday, but tons of caffeine. Desyoo?!

Heard outside my window, Sat. 9:04 AM

Heterosexist neighbor 1:
Oh yeah, where I used to live, I would walk the dog and the girls would just come up and ...

Heterosexist neighbor 2:
Yeah, when I walk him [the dog], he finds all the girls. He has alot of girlfriends.

Heterosexist neighbor 1:
They get alot of attention from the girlies

Heterosexist neighbor 2:
Why do you think I walk him so much? Thats the plan.

Now REALLY, must I be subject to such breeder banter this early into my Saturday. Gurd.

ART FAG(gotries)

And get off I did.

I went to Daddy's at about a quarter to one on Friday afternoon. Some early weekend delight on behalf of the Opera. Why not?



Once I stepped into his den, I dopped my bags and lept onto Daddy's bed. Green sheets, like last time. Took his massive torso in my two arms and chit chatted about the morning. I had anticipated the heat of his body. I had craved it all morning.

"Fine... you..?"

"OK"

The prelude didn't last too long. I started biting his hairy cheek, his rough beard against my lips. Yes Daddy. Allowed myself to get lost in his manliness before he met my mouth with his.



Tongue. Tongue. More Tongue prodding in my mouth, tasting my flavor. A hot makeout session. "Makeout session" - sounds so prepubescent. Alas, it wasn't though.



Daddy, in his girth and graying beard is no boy at all. mmm.

We held each other and teased each other's members for a long while. Touching, prodding, poking, hugging, rollin. My inner voice sings with delight.

Finally, we unveil the perpetrator. His first.



On my knees, like a good boy, I help daddy ease his frustrations. Looking up, I just see his eyes peering into mine, and hear his commands. Like a hot drill Sargeant whose toes I've stepped on, he makes me pay my dues, up and down.



My sheath was next. Unpeeled, I stood there before daddy as he punished me with suspenseful, coy touches. All I wanted is to help him out since it makes me feel good. Makes me feel like a good boy. I like being Daddy's good boy. He likes it as well.

...



Daddy and his boy layed around afterwards for a bit. Fell asleep in each other's arms. I drooled on his hairy chest, dreaming of pizza.

After being ordered not to chew on his nipple anymore, we left his den and started our artful day. That day came and went, just like us.



xo

Get Stupid!

I was off yesterday. I am off today. I was told to take these two days off because my employer could not meet payroll. Not just me either, the whole staff. Get stupid. Get Stupider? Get Stupidest? I can't.

Yesterday I stayed home for most for most of the day. Firebush, a co-worker, came over. He wasn't at work either. But you know that. They could not meet payroll.

We putzed around the kitchen... all done and fully usable. I made some chicken soup from scratch and we chatted about music, his fluffy dog, my palatial space, and poor management on a corporate level and how some companies lack the foresight to prepare for possible financial crises. People get sent home. People get laid off. Glad that's not my company. Oh, wait...

Then I went to the gym to work out some agression. Thank god for the gym. Not thanking god for the monthly dues.

Today I am off. Today I will get off. Get stupid? Nah. Get smart.

Sell Out

I got a bed yesterday. Or I at least put some money down on a bed. It's a Simmons Deep Sleep - replete with a Euro Top (his name is not Hans, btw). When it comes, so will end my years of sleeping on the floor. Let's see - there were the 3.25 years on the floor in Japan, then the year on the floor in the Bronx - over 4 years of floordom. Now that I've settled on sleeping on a bed again, it's time to find a frame. I like this one. Although, this one and this one has been brought to my attention too. As I was told yesterday, I just gotta make sure that whatever frame I get, it will be sturdy enough for me and a big dadday.

The Gayest Weekend Ever

Why do I feel that I've entitled other posts with the exact same words...? I must be have alot of these kinds of weekends. But this one, I swear, was so facts, fictions, and faggotries.

Friday.

My first erotic nude photoshoot went well. The exhibitionist I am, It did not take alot for me to work it infront of the camera. I'm not saying I wasn't at all nervous. Barenakednyc, who shot these pitures, has the raw images and now he's working his post production magic. Here is a sample of the sample that I've gotten from him so far. Sorry if there's more here than you'd like to see. Not really.





Saturday.

The day finally arrived and The Ghost and I went to church at the Garden to see Madge. All in all the concert was a blast, but as I mentioned in a previous post, Madge can only hide her 50th year but so much. It was clear that she was giving it her all, but from the moment the concert begun, it seemed like she was in for just another day at the office. Still, she danced her geriatric butt off... even did a little double dutch. Oh Madge, thank you for being a friend, travel down the road and back again...

This is the Shirt I made for the event.

It says "処女のように”　or "Like a (female) Virgin". I gottalotta looks.

Some Video from the Nosebleeds.

Give It To Me

Like A Prayer

Madge hates Sarah Palin

Beat Goes On

Vogue

After grabbing drinks at "WOOF!" held at The View, I skipped over to daddy's to hang out. It was then that I brought the gay to the gay weekend. Not that Madge isn't gay enough. But you know what I mean. xo.