living in the computer generated world, and i am a computer gennerated girl...

the internet,
a galaxy in itself, bigger than anything we can imagine,
broader with more wisdom, knowledge, and power than we could even think of in our wildest dreams.
it spans generations,
opens windows up till now locked down,
it separates us from all other species and creatures that came before us.
it's magnificent.
it's wonderful,
it's what great minds have dreamed up.
it is the future.

how we use it is another story.
instead of taking all this incredible knowledge and studying it,
we take it, we download it, we use it for one thing really...
two, maybe..
actually, ok, three.
we email.
we facebook,
and we jerk off.
manhunt counts as emailing, really...
with the promise of dumping yet another load onto the floor in front of our computers,
we scour blogs and websites,
chat rooms about fetishes we may not even be into,
cam chats where everyone is jacking off,
and we have made it a way of life.
it interfears with our normal lives,
takes time away from our relationships,
makes us late for appointments,
conflicts with our morals,
and leaves us helpless to get through a single day without the necessary stimulation we desire.
need.
obsess over.
lust after.
it makes every relationship seem boring.
all sex seem dull.
for we are so overstimulated,
overindulged,
overwhelmed...
that we don't know where else to turn.
no one can satisfy us the way a stranger in a chat room can.
so why do we even try?

no one can make us feel the desire that a porn star on the screen in your living room can feel...
it's just not possible.

and so here we are.
2012.
addicted to our online porn, chats, blogs, vids...
the next generation starts and ends...
here.

 

 

http://mybestfriendsdad.tumblr.com/ 

 

http://goodbottoms.tumblr.com/ 

 

http://revol-odep.tumblr.com/ 

 

http://dirtycomments2.tumblr.com/ 

 

http://uncle-mikes-playroom.tumblr.com/ 

BEWARE!!!!

Old Homosexual Warning Video

paying homage-Mel Roberts

Mel Roberts: photographer from the 50's and 60's but
icon: forever.

 http://www.johncoulthart.com/feuilleton/2007/03/05/california-boys-by-mel-roberts/

a man who really inspires me, and for good reason...

WW2 photographer turned gay icon.
although he probably didn't know it...
a man who's work i've seen for years, a man who's work you probably have seen also, is one of the men who changed the way we view ourselves, our society, and men, in general. although, until today, i didn't really recognize his name, but when i realized who my friend was talking about, i immediatly recognized his images. his crisp and saturated colorization personifies the time period in which they were taken. he was one of the first photographers to experiment and use color film. his the simple portraits of men, looking handsome, sexy, erotic but still tasteful, made it possible for his work to stand the test of time. they are so great because they are so un-done. they aren't really posed, more natural and casual. they are more about the person and less about the fact that the person is looking sexy. does that make sense?
the fact that he took pictures of hot skinny all american guys being themselves, in semi-posed positions and smiling for the camera, lets you see another side of the model, a real side, one not put on for any camera, but one that shows the innocence and sweetness of exactly who they were. these boys didn't think they were going to become models/abercrombie & fitch models, they were being photographed just because, no agenda, no perception, no expectations, except to maybe give the photographer a good picture. i'll bet rarely did these guys ever even see the images they created. it was a different time.


a time and place that doesn't exsist anymore, but it's okay, we can get a feel for the way they were, thanks to the iconic images of Mel Roberts...


the other thing i found out about that really stuck in my head and made me see how his mind (and mine) work in similar ways, is the fact that like me, he smoked (i smoke) pot every day. i can't help to think there's something similar there, same kind of career, same kind of photos, same kind of lifestyle...i think i woulda liked him...


http://fotofactory.com/Merchant2/merchant.mv?Screen=CTGY&Store_Code=fret&Category_Code=250_gp-RobertsMel

http://www.prleap.com/pr/33549/

 

it's not right, but it's ok.

Thunderpuss 2000 Club Mix...

every day, i wake up, and think....
today's the day.
well, then tonight is here faster than you can say tomorrow...
and then it's next week, and then it's June...and you think...
what the fuck, where am i?
where did my youth go?
why am i still stuck in the same place?
how do i get outta here?
but the thing is, it's a vicious cycle, it spins and spins and spins,
endlessly and relentlessly,
until it's too late.
it's not right, but it's okay...
if you recognize it while it's happening, quite possibly,
you can change it from ever starting again.
if you nip it in the bud and instead of procrastinating,
do something productive and actually talk a stand,
make the call,
reach out,
get out of bed, shut off the television,
take a shower and focus, hone in on what you want,
how to get there, and take one step at a time, and trust me,
tomorrow will be a different day.

 

and today starts, now...

illussions

because my life
was almost not,
because i thought
about it a lot.
because i never
forgot the past,
because i always
said many thanks,
because i try
because i do
because i will
and someday, soon...
become what destiny
has in store for me,
because of that,
i know i'll be
the thing i've been
pushing away for years,
the man who i'm
supposed to be,
is what i know
deep down, you'll see.
i may not be perfect,
i may not be great
but what i am
you can't debate.
the show begins,
in seconds flat
so don't be late,
just sit back.
enjoy the show,
it will make you see
the things that you had thought of me,
were just illussions
of who i used to be.

i HEART PHOTOSHOP

 

it started as a simple thing,

recolor and revise

revamp and then, reprise

 reinvent and realize

an image that i once dispised.

but Photoshop was then invented

it let me revamp become what i had intended,

a photo, a nude i let him take,

told him where to stand and what to do,

aperature, exposure, and so i knew

the shot would be a golden one,

one i'd someday look back upon

and say

"that's me, many, many years ago,

when i was just a little ho"

and when i'd look back, then i'd see,

the Photoshop helped to make me be

just how i'd like you to see me.

perfect, simple, classic, clean.

not a line upon my face,

no crows feet markings anyplace,

no fat, no gut, 

nothing but

a dirty picture,

that i wouldn't mind

going viral online.

With A Little Help From My Friends

sometimes you get jaded, just because  it's natural when you're a city boy. been there, done that, seen it all done them all, it just becomes almost natural to roll your eyes at something that's just ordinary, or just boring...then one day, someone does something completely out of the blue, from left field....and it comes so unexpectidly that it literally throws you so far from the loop, that you have to actually stop, rethink and recalculate what you've just seen, and catch your breath...try to stop time and hopefully move backwards so you can turn back time...and forget what you'd just seen, hoping the movement back in time and space makes this person who's just blown you away, actually have brain cells enough to rethink what they were just about to do or say.
but it's not humanly possible, so you are left speechless and shaking, heart pounding, sweat dripping...but what if, it gets worse, and you're somewhere trapped alone with this person, and as hard as you look, theres just no where to hide, no where to run, nothing to do, but have to deal with it, directly...

someone, a trick, during a somewhat normal sexual encounter, in a field of craziness i thought i had a grasp on, today, this afternoon, around 2pm, actually made me see that i am not as jaded as i had thought...i was actually about to learn a lesson in something i truly believed i could write a dictionary on. sexual deviants are common, i think, because in everyone's closet, is always a rotting skeleton. some of them are gentle whispering ghosts, while others haven't come to grips with what and why they are so twisted...sexual deviants, i imagine, have a hard time controling the life around them when they get turned on by something bizarre. when an extreme fetish is tantalized, it becomes overly aroused and cannot explain or take hold of themselves, for the very idea that one of their strange to the outside world fantasies may come true, they almost burst on the scene, without any power over their actions.
sexual deviants...oh, lord, deviants of any kind, but sexual, is just a trip. honestly, i have my own brand of fetish, but it's not so bizarre...to me anyway. but today, in the middle of a mutual sucking session, the guy had a great cock, nice balls, he was a little chubby, but it was more of a beer belly than anything else. anyway, he asked to rim me. of course i said, as i was always happy to have someone eat my ass....but then he asked me to sit on the edge of his weight bench, i thought it was interesting, and a new way to get a tongue up my ass, so i obliged. i stroked my dick and closed my eyes, this guy was actually kinda fun. i liked him, had been laughing and comfortable, and was enjoying playing with Mike, or Steve, or Bob....whatever his name was. he was fun.
then he went down under the weight bench seat, i believed to shove his tongue up me, but instead, i heard something behind and slide under me. and then, without notice, i felt some cold piece of metal slide on my asscheeks, and land directly inside my asshole. i jumped and screamed, kinda like a ittle girl, but whatever, i jumped. he grabbed my hips and shoved me back down and asked me in a low, whispering, sexual voice, if i could take a dump. ok, um, no, what? i laughed and tried to move this metal from inside my hole, and as i got up and turned around, i saw that under me, and in my ass, was a record player that when i gasped to catch my breath for a minute, he started, and put the needle on the record, and in the 10 seconds or so it took me to get a hold of myself, started playing Sargent Peppers Lonley Hearts Club Band, I Get High With  A Little Help From My Friends. i mean, i always hated the Beatles, but even if i had to shit diareah from hell or Indian food, would i deficate on them. it took me till the corus ended to put my hair back into a bun, and i heard myself, trying to gain composure, ask him what the turntable fetish was about, and why shit on it? and why this song? my mind raced with ideas of just how a fetish like this starts...a lonely child raised in the 60's-70's, got a turntable for his 6th birthday, but something happened, and at the moment it happened, this song, the number one song of the week came on the radio, and to this day, when he hears it, it brings back horrific memories of a single hideous moment in time....something like that.
where do we get our desires that take over and delve us into a world so black, a place so low, a fetish so strange.
sexual deviants...
an interesting bunch.
a subculture of sexual deviants that lives right next door or in the same house a syou, yet you never know. until one day...

Usher - More (DJ Louis Louis 2011 Club Remix)

More

(DJ Louis Louis 2011 Club Remix)

i want more.
tons more.
i want it all.
i want it now.
i have no more time to waste...
no more excuses left to make.
the time has come,
and so i take
responsibility
for my own fate.

31 days

30 days has september
april jun and november
all the rest have 31.
which means i don't have a lot of time to get my shit together and get this video project done.
i had a fun couple i practiced videoing last night.
i love having friends who call me up and ask me to shoot them fucking.
good friends.
they keep me motivated,
inspired,
and boned...
always a good combo.
last night took my videoing a little further,
as somethin,
i can't tell u what...
happened which made the perspective even more interactive.
brought it to a different level,
and made the video have a vintage 3D feel that i've not yet seen.
it was cool to look at the foootage and gag.
i rarely gag at anything i do,
i never gag at anything anyone else does,
well, rarely...
but this was an experiment gone right.
it's starting to flow.
it's taking shape and forming itself
without much help, just from practice.
i am starting to understand the importance of every move i make lately,
as every move is taking me closer to a place i've envisioned my entire life.
another place.
another step.
a higher level.
i hate to sound conceided, but...
i think i will do something that will be so different.
modern, yet classic.
interesting, but still hot.
done with my flavor of surprise,
twists, and turns that take your mind to a place you never dreamed.
yet, at the same time,
will keep your cock dripping.
leaking.
oozing cum.
that's my job.
that's what i do.
and honestly,
i know i do it better than anyone else.
so now, for the next month,
i reign myself in.
hone in and disect,
reevaluate what i've done,
reinvent what's been done,
and retaliate against what the studios do,
recreate, rethink and redo
everything that you know,
everything you've seen,
everything you thought.
it's a hard job,
but somebodys gotta do it.

 

a friendly reminder...

The Best of David Guetta 2012
sometimes u don't expect things to turn out good...
sometimes you have a premenition that things won't be as fun and casual as they may seem,
sometimes you think too much...
tonight, earlier, i thought too much.
my buddy upstate invited me to hang w/him n his boyfriend,
it was asked in a very sexual way, meaning,
would u like to come over n have sex with us...
but not so direct.
i got there, kinda thinking it would maybe be weird.
maybe they'd have jealousy issues or something stupid.
maybe they would chicken out...
maybe they'd fight, argue, be bitchy...
but i got there, we smoked some good weed,
hung out, talked, it was very comfortable...
and then outta nowhere, we were fucking.
was perfect.
both of em were sexy, both had nice cocks,
both were open to pretty much anything,
and neither was neglectful or careless toward the other one.
we all took turns,
sucking, i fucked both, was hot...
and once in a while, one of us would kick back n watch the other 2 have fun.
now, that's what i call a nice saurday night.
no drama,
no bullshit,
just three pigs having fun.

my ex and i used to have 3 ways when i was cracked out.
i would tell him to invite over one of our fuckbuds who we know we have fun with.
he always declined,
he wanted new meat...
(bottoms, never satisfied)
so id let him go online, do his thing, find a new cock...
but the guys would come over,
get high, and the next thing you knew,
these "tops" were all about their holes...
so i'd fuck em, which made my ex mad,
and me having to deal with his drama for the next 2 days.

couples should understand that this is a very intricate part of the relationship.
i mean, we all want to have some new fresh meat every once in a while,
but just remember, it's just one night...
whatever happens hapens.
it's not a big deal...
so ladies,
take a hint and consider this a reminder, and/or a lesson.
if ur in a relationship n have a 3way (or more)
remember that the 3rd is really innocent of ur bs.
has no idea how u guys relate to each other,
or what your energy or groove is, so,
just relax, have fun, and fuck.
if your the 3rd...
be diplomatic.
ur not there cause u like one of them,
ur there to be the toy for both,
so act ur age and play with both, enjoy their differences,
enjoy the way they interact, and maybe one day,
when your the one bringing in the 3rd,
you'll be happy, cause it'll all work out better than you thought.

just a little reminder bulletin for u guys..
play nice,
be good,
respect others,
and you'll enjoy yoursef so much more.
trust.

classic j/o

 

to be continued...