It’s a brave new world out there in the land of make-believe, what with your Facebooks and your Instagrands and your fearsome, roving mobs. And porn is a-changing as we speak – as we jack off, even. I can’t even begin to describe what effect an endless database of pinpoint-searchable pornography is having on our modern brains, mainly because I’d get so bored I’d walk away from the computer to eat a dried apricot or something.
I know internet porn is fun, though! And that sometimes you can end up wandering down the hallways of Xtube or PornMD and find yourself gazing in at something that makes you feel icky, if not icky enough to stop jerking off to it.
Item 1: “Stealthing”
From what I can tell this is a micro-genre, but there is an Xtube group dedicated to it as well as a couple of Tumblrs. Perhaps we can all agree that barebacking in 2015 isn’t as taboo as it was in the 2000’s (HIV drugs are real and good, people), but “stealthing” implies that the bottom is unaware that the condom is being removed. It’s impossible to tell what knowledge is or isn’t being shared on either side of the frame (though some videos describe it as roleplay and some as true stealth), and in that information gap is the potential for illicit excitement and moral stickiness.
Item 2: Cameras Errywhere
Hidden cameras videos are nothing new, but there’s something about what this guy does that takes it to the next level. He’s got one of those new-fangled at-home gloryhole setups that wouldn’t have got much traffic before the internets came along, and he uses it to solicit (presumably) straight-curious-discreet guys. What’s kind of brilliant is that he films them from a laptop that is (presumably) showing straight porn to them as they get blown. But what really blew my mind is when he goes the extra mile and intercuts pics that these men (presumably) sent to him beforehand. It’s all tremendously creepy and more than a little hot. You feel for the way they’ve been violated, but they look like they’re having such fun.
Am I bad for liking these things? Is the exposure I’m giving them via this post just making it worse? Are we all going to hell in a handbasket?
In October 2013 I cancelled my internet service and I didn’t resume it until spring of 2014. Then it was like INTERNET PORN OMG and I caught up on everything I’d missed in the last six months. By far what stood out were the scenes from Men.com – maybe this is a newish studio, maybe I’d just never noticed their stuff before but OMG it’s right up my alley. I mean, daddy/boy stuff, straight guy stuff, married guys cheating – if I had a bigger head I’d swear I was being plagiarized (shut up, it’s happened to me before).
A couple months ago I got this idea in my head that I should WRITE for Men.com. I mean, I’ve written porn scripts before and gotten paid for it. It’s sort of my dream to write or direct my own porn scenes – maybe there was potential there.
But you know who writes and directs those scenes for Men.com? Nobody. Or at least they’re not attributed to anybody. It’s the weirdest thing and it really rubs me the wrong way. I mean, this is quality porn. It’s rarely perfect but it’s always well done – good acting, good dialogue, good scenarios. It bugs me that a studio that clearly has something invested in scenes that are well-written and directed don’t see a need to attribute their writing and directing to anybody.
BUT ANYWAY, I was talking to my boyfriend about Men.com and how I always enjoy their scenes but I’ve never found that ONE scene that blew my mind. Well, he mentioned this one and sent it my way and oooooh boy, it’s the one for sure. I mean I could tick off what’s great about it but in the end it all comes down to that gigantic, shaved ass.
Best Buddies is what it’s called – and yes, I know that’s a generic title. But can I say, without discouraging you from reading it, that the story itself is kind of generic? The characters don’t even have names. It hits beats that I’ve hit many times before – married men experimenting in secret – but there’s a simplicity to it that I like, a casual flow to the voice that felt natural to write.
Don’t you hate it when people overexplain things? I’ll shut up now. Read it.
Oh hai! Welcome to my revamped website – not too much different from the old one, but a bit more functional in the sense that my previous website wasn’t…functioning. I couldn’t post anything on it, for reasons that I don’t fully understand but that were related to my host and their server. I’d been using GoDaddy and I’ve been ready to dump their asses for years because my website loaded so slowly. So this was a kick in the pants to get it done, and for the past month I’ve been working on what you see here. Like I said, it’s not too different but it’s more mobile-friendly and hopefully a bit more versatile for when I inevitably have to update it in the future.
I have much to share in the coming weeks, including a new story and a happy announcement. In the meantime, please consider slipping me a Like on my new(ish) Facebook page.
Haaay. I recently finished – like, finished-finished – My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey (the novel version based off of this story) and submitted it to a publisher. Keep your fingers crossed. One of my goals is to find a good editor who wants to work with me on a long(ish)-term basis. Writing is such a slog sometimes – one I happily muck through, but any help along the way is golden. Just putting that out there.
Still writing hot lil caption stories and posting them on my Tumblr, BROB8. Very much enjoying that outlet.
Working on my sci-fi story which is about a guy who buys a sex robot which is a clone of himself. Taking my time with that one, keeping it fun.
The lifeguard story is on hiatus. It’s right there online so I suppose I’ll feel an obligation to finish it at some point. Not that I don’t want to, but I think I got to a tricky place in it where I didn’t know where I was going, and I had other stuff to do so I just let it go. Gotta let things go. Always.
My buddy Cliff has known I’m a fag since our sophomore year and it never changed anything between us, except he likes to tease me about it. He knows I think he’s hot and would love to suck his dick, so he’s always grabbing it and flashing it and trying to turn me on. I think he likes driving me a little crazy, I think he gets off on it. Once he asked me all about what gets me hard and when I told him smells, he got real interested. He said what kind, and I told him just about any – balls, ass, armpit. And he said he’d let me sniff his pits if I really wanted to. And I was like, really? We were all alone in his room and I started getting hard cause it really seemed like he was serious. And he said yeah, he knew how much I wanted his cock and since he was straight and I was never gonna get that, he could at least give me this. “Right now?” I said. He said “Why not?” He’d been working out earlier and was sweaty as hell. I could probably smell him across the room – and I really could – so why not just get a closer whiff? He raised up his arm then so I could see his damp armpit hair and the smell hit me even harder. I moved in closer and he got the biggest smile on his face.
I started a new Tumblr called BROB8 – it’s one of those deals where I repost sexy pics and add captions to them. Check it out.
The sad news is that my favorite magazine, Handjobs, has ceased publication as of this month. Permit me a reminiscence, as this news affected me strongly.
I found my first issue of Handjobs in 1997, in a bookstore in Phoenix – possibly the first porn store I’ve ever visited. For a long time it was my dream to write for Handjobs. And in a curious way, the magazine was my first connection to the Radical Faeries, a community I now enthusiastically call my own. I saw my first ads for RFD (a long-running gay journal closely associated with the Radical Faeries) in the back of Handjobs, but never knew what it was until I went to my first Faerie gathering in Tennessee. I was largely ignorant of what the Faeries were all about but I went with a wide-open mind, trusty Josman book in my backpack for jack-off sessions in the woods. To say that that book made me friends in the Faerie community would be an understatement. It got passed around the breakfast, lunch and dinner table multiple times. There were copies of HJ all over, and when I found a stash of RFD’s in the library I finally made the connection. Weirdly enough, I just ordered my first subscription to RFD last month. All things must pass. I’m not being ironic when I say that I believe that the publishers of Handjobs have done the Lord’s work. My creator is the type who delights in his beings feeling pleasure, and they have given pleasure to many.
The good news? I found out about HJ ceasing publication when I sent them a brand-spankin-new story last week called The Barn. Needless to say they couldn’t use it, so here it is, pour vous. Hope you dig.
I’d been feeling pretty down about my writing over the summer. Even though last fall/winter I wrote first drafts of two really long pieces (the Joey book and the vampire book) I can’t say that I felt (or feel) very confident about them. I remembered how confident I felt about Backwoods, and I wanted that feeling back. So I made some changes in my life (cut out a substance I’d been abusing) and when I went to the beach for a week in August I asked the universe to give me an idea for a young adult novel. I love young adult fiction, particularly the work of Blake Nelson, and I knew that I could write something in that vein, I just needed an idea. And lo and behold, I got one, and I haven’t been able to shake it since. Since I planned to rip-off the voice of Andrea Marr, the protagonist from two of my favorite Blake Nelson books Girl and Dream School, I got the idea to publish it chapter-by-chapter on Figment.com which was where Dream School originally appeared. However, I’ve been holding on to this notion that I shouldn’t release my work until it’s absolutely finished. But then I remembered, I used to publish chapter-by-chapter all the time on Nifty. And once I realized that it seemed perfect.