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It occurred to me that I’ve probably listened to this song more than any other song this past year.0 Comments
Dear Handjobs: I really enjoyed your hot story Biology Lesson by Natty Soltesz in the November 2009 issue. The boys learned a lot from that sex pot teacher! How about a follow-up piece where Mr. Christianson invites the boys’ dads to learn a thing or two about their sons’ lusty desires, such as how they are horny to suck dick: each other’s and their daddies’? You could even have the teacher invite a sexy coach and hot principal to join the fun! All the horny young boys would learn to get fucked and enjoy having their nipples twisted as they shoot cum into the men’s faces! Love your yarns and sketches of naked boys! * Anonymous, CA
Dear Handjobs: I hope you have a continuation of Dr. Craig by Natty Soltesz from the March 2009 issue. * Jeff, TX
Dear Handjobs: You guys are the fucking best! Thanks for filling my order so promptly. God, that was fast. Be assured, my seed is gonna be flying all over the place. So is my boyfriend’s! We love you! Biology Lesson by Natty Soltesz in the November 2009 issue: Fucking A-Plus! Best piece I’ve ever read. I love teachers. * Chuck, IL
You all know my quasi-policy on story sequels, but I had so much fun writing the sequel to My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey that I might do it again. I’ll be posting “My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey 2: The Revenge” around the beginning of February.7 Comments
Note: My anal-beer-bottle-insertion-fiction masterwork is probably the story “The Hippie Down-Low,” which is from my book Backwoods and is also featured in the recently-released Best Gay Erotica 2010. I also have a pretty good beer bottle fucking scene in the story Hippie Crack.8 Comments
Catching up on some stuff I’ve missed:
People get hung up on Tarantino. I could care less about his knowledge of film, how he’s referencing/ripping off other films in this or that shot. Tarantino tells a good story, simple as that. I am in no way a fan of war movies, but this was definitely enjoyable and built up to a great ending.
Strange movie, in the way that it so slavishly attempts to document a certain point of time, the time in which it was made (start of the New Depression). And also in its detachment. The characters are all surface, and rarely do you get a glimpse at what’s going on underneath. Stranger still in that this is a film that documents the life of a sex worker, so you expect something a bit more raw. But it’s almost like everyone in the film, actors and characters, know that they’re being watched.
I’d hate to come down too hard on a film with this much original style and energy, but District 9 was a bit of a letdown for me. I give it credit for its social/political satire, and striking and even haunting visuals (maybe no movie could live up to the image of that ominous, rundown spacecraft hovering over a slum). But I expected more than cliche characters like a bumbling bureaucrat (though the guy who played him was super hot) and a wise alien with a sympathy-mongering anthropomorphized child. Even there I’m probably being too contrarian, because the aliens were indeed a bizarre mix of natural and human-learned behaviors. What killed it for me was the old action-movie pileup at the end. You know: when you’re well aware of exactly what needs to happen for the movie to end, yet you have to sit through a bunch of shoot-outs and explosions to get there. I would’ve preferred a bit more reflection and analysis, but it wasn’t that kind of movie, so I can’t really lay blame.
This was a good little horror flick, and it distinguishes itself from the glut by being playful and evocative rather than dour and grungy.
This movie left me curiously relieved and disappointed. From the first scenes, I thought I was in for an intense character study of a misanthrope, in the same vein as the difficult to watch German film The Forest for the Trees. There were a couple scenes where I was hiding behind my hands, unable to face some seriously awkward situations. I love/hate films that make me feel protective of their characters, thus my ambivalence when it turned out that Big Fan was more a comedy about a ubiquitous and instantly-recognizable American character. The movie works, and most importantly, it avoids the trap of looking down upon him or making fun. He winds up being quite dignified.0 Comments
Chad States is an artist about whom I know nothing. But I found two especially fascinating projects on his website:
A photo series of apparent cruising spots called “cruising.”
A seemingly autobiographical installation/image series entitled
Not to mention the naked guys in his “masculinities” series.2 Comments