A little bondage and East German fag look. I think I will open a bar called East German Fag. I would go to a placed called that. Wouldn't you? The whole bar would be a back room with big-dicked German guys hanging out, smoking, and casually fondling their cocks. I'd like to watch that. Every other night would be bondage night. All the patrons would be tied up and the bartenders would go around and pour drinks down their throats. Being tied up, the patrons would have to take a piss right where they're tied up. The music would be Black Moustache, Black Devil Disco Club, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. I would enjoy it immensely.

This hot photo is a picture of... Deuce La Cock! What more can be said?

Recently, while doing a photo shoot of Coach in his apartment, I snapped a series of shots of his large Richard Simmons art pieces hanging on his wall. This is one of the photos I took of the portly homosexual.

I finally have Dreamweaver and can post my own covers, so the regular monthly covers will be back in action. This cover photograph was one of my finds from San Francisco's The Magazine, a treasure trove of truly classic gay porn and original erotic photos.

Here it is, September in a nutshell. Nothing says September more to me than a boatload of Asian soldiers, stripped down and ready to swab the deck. So hot. There's nothing more to it than that!

A beautiful photo from my collection of gay erotic photos from San Francisco's great porn shop, The Magazine. They have reams and reams of original photos from the 20th century history of gay male erotica. Most of it is professional photographers, but many are amateur shots, many of which I have bought. More on this specific photo in an upcoming blog entry.

This is an image from SF Pride this year, tweaked quite a bit in that program people like to use to tweak photos. These two queens were hanging out at some booth near where the Ark was playing. They were pretty good, but these girls were much prettier.

This dreamy image is a huge blow-up of a great Polaroid picture my friend Dirty Bunny attached to one of my birthday presents a couple years ago. Everyone oohed and aahed at the picture, but then he deflated our excitement by saying it wasn't a picture of himself. This Polaroid (and one other I'll post in the blog) was a photo of a 70s porn photo. What's hotter than 70s porn and Polaroids? Polaroids of 70s porn, that's what.

This cover features a photo of a measurement of my cum. This photo was exhibited in the 2005 Seattle Erotic Arts Festival. The title is "Measure of a Man," which is also the title of Clay Aiken's debut album. The hustlers were torn from the back of the Bay Area Reporter several years ago when I vacationed in San Francisco with my friend Kurt. I didn't call on any of the boys. Instead I spent my money on ecstasy, danced too hard at the End-Up and ended up trying to puke in the toilet there while people kept banging on the door. After I regained my balance, we went back to our hotel and watched Cher in concert on television. Ugh. Then we mustered the energy for a trip to the Power Exchange. All that fog machine smoke and wierd Day Glo-painted tents really added a lot to my experience. I didn't have sex that night and I haven't done ecstasy again.