Photo I took at the Honcho Summer Campout, August 2015
I’m so glad summer is almost over cause I’m OVER IT. Too much fun, too much activity, too much fomo. I mean, it’s been a good summer. But give me cold cloudy days and an excuse to do absolutely nothing for weeks on end and that is my true happiness.
I’m feeling overwhelmed and slightly crazed lately. Beyond promoting my new book (which you should buy right now!) with a reading this September 17th in Pittsburgh and another reading in November in San Francisco, I’m working on another book project with a publisher friend (details to come soon) and doing various little projects and one-offs. One of which was last weekend at a campout where I edited and printed a zine entirely on-site in less than three days. I managed to stress myself out with it but there you go, and it turned out okay – check it out here.
Besides that I’m working on a couple of stories, slowly but surely. One is about a coach taking it for the team. The other is about a father’s responsibility to help out his horny son. They both have a “service-oriented” theme so depending on how they turn out I might package them together and sell them as an ebook.
For those wondering about the My Sister’s Boyfriend Joey book, it’s on the back burner. I mean, it’s basically finished, and I think it’s quite good, but I want to get more opinions on it and just let it sit a while longer before I figure out how to release it.
Fall intentions: I want to spend whole weekend days by myself doing nothing but writing. When I go to San Francisco, I also want to drive through the southwest and see Monument Valley. I want to enjoy all the comforts of home and friends. Below is one of my favorite “fall songs”, ‘Circles’ by Camper Van Beethoven.
Something that happens in porn that I like: unexpected cum shots where the performer is surprised or even slightly embarrassed about it. I just discovered this recently via this video of a “straight muscle stud” camming. He’s super hot, he can suck his own cock, and when he cums too quick he rushes to do it in his mouth. Then, in another video, he runs into the exact same problem. (Is it a problem? No, it isn’t.)
Then there’s this clip featuring my newest porn crush, Jay Rising. It’s an interesting one for a number of reasons (the dialogue at the beginning is endearingly awkward) but the bottom’s surprise cum shot (“Nope, gonna cum”) is a winner. A few minutes later in the clip he cums a second time, to which I say: good job!
More than anything in porn, I like when people seem to be enjoying themselves. A spontaneous cum shot speaks for itself.
Just a heads up: you can order my new collection of college porno stories – College Dive Bar, 1 AM – right now and forevermore from Go Deeper Press, in print or ebook editions (it will also be available on Amazon, B&N, etc. eventually). The print edition features gorgeous wrap-around cover art by Michael Kirwan. Either way, you’ll get to read a story about college weightlifters using cum as a protein supplement. Read an excerpt and order it right now!
Also available on Amazon in print and ebook editions.
Go Deeper Press asked me a few questions in anticipation of the release of my new story collection College Dive Bar, 1 AM (out this Monday!). I talk about lusting after straight guys, the girl who lent me her boyfriend’s incest porn when I was in high school, and “proper rape fantasies.” Check it out here!
I wrote this one shortly after I finished Backwoods then promptly forgot about it until this past January. It’s intended to be kind of a mirror-reflection of Backwoods in that it’s mostly first-person, “primary source” kind of stories – there are stories structured as found letters, conversations, and advertisements. I think it’s a pretty fun collection and it features a beautiful wrap-around cover by Michael Kirwan (who illustrated Backwoods).
Check out the latest issue of my newsletter QueerBurgher right here.
Some friends and I started QueerBurgher when our local gay newspaper folded. Since then there’ve been two Pittsburgh gay magazines that have started and subsequently ended. Currently there is no local gay periodical in Pittsburgh but there are still spaces for newspapers in all the Pittsburgh gay bars. The fun of QueerBurgher is making something fun and distributing it all over the city for free, which we do on a pretty erratic basis.
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.