Sunday Bite – GOLD

Male Erotica – Gun Play

I remember the first time I held a gun in my hand. It was a nice summer afternoon, and I was in bed with my lover of that time who was also in the military. I’d always had a fascination with guns, a sordid sense of power and sexual arousal at the same time, I was never able to fully understand. I asked him if I could hold his gun in my hand, just to finally get a sense of what the fuss was all about. He took out the clip and handed it over to me, he knew very well, more than I realized, how even locked it could be dangerous. I remember the cold metal, the heaviness of it, too heavy to hold, let alone point and shoot. I wondered if he’d ever really used it to take someone’s life, either in war, or for self-defense, it was an amazing feeling. That piece of metal could both take a life and save one, depending on the situation, and at the same time, having my men near me, made it even more powerful of a feeling, knowing fully well he’d be the kind of men who would use it to protect the ones he loved…

Beautiful Men – Ben Hill / A Touch of Color

In White We Trust – Model Edinson

Edilson Nascimento – From Brazil with Love

Edilson Nascimento was born in Brazil on April 1st (April fools) in 1986. Know mostly for his underwear modeling career I decided to find pics of him which show a little bit more than just that. There’s a certainly a natural beauty which Brazil seems to be plentiful with, and his eyes are a reminder of what may lie beneath that gorgeous face, body and more. I hope to see more of Edilson, and wish him the best of luck in his career.

282 Days 'til 40: Feeling Fireworks (AKA - LUST vs. LOVE)

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Explosion…. Fireworks…  Heaven and Earth colliding in that one moment where you believe all of the universe has created a symphony just for you and your new fling.  It is magic, it is hypnotic, it is addictive, it is temporary.

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Excellent point. I've been meaning to write something in the same regard, but never got around to doing so. Of course, my post was gonna be about gay relationships, which in most accounts are not so much different that straight ones, but there are some differences which can be significant if one truly pays attention to. It's true that most people (gay & straight alike) mistake LUST for LOVE, which leads to the aforementioned euphoria of the first few days and weeks, to the less so appealing aftermath feelings of those fireworks, we set on display, we lit them up and we so them vanish. Disappointment, regret and behold...ANGER, are the birth-child of those same feelings we ones thought to be love, that he/she is the one and so on. I think I read it somewhere (or might as well have written it myself) that the difference between love and loving is like the difference between air and breathing. This is more accentuated for people with BPD which tend to have strong tumultuous relationships, idealizing the other person first and just a few short moments later pulling them down of the pedestal we ourselves built for them in the first place. You're right in saying that the moments which really count are those which test you both as a couple. Those are the cornerstone of your relationship, and a true sign if the relationship is genuine or not and if it's gonna be enduring. Unfortunately, lust is a powerful feeling as well, add to it the feelings of loneliness and low self-esteem and you got a nice recipe for emotional-disaster, unless you know and you clearly see the other person for what they truly are, and what they mean to you. I've often had a clear idea the person I was with, was there just for physical satisfaction. Yet, there were times when I wasn't able to stop those nagging thoughts this might turn into something more, only to find myself naked and alone in my bed for weeks on end. One can never be too careful in choosing a person to be or nor to be in our lives for a specific amount of time, however long it may be. Thank you for sharing.

A Portrait of Crime by Santiago Caruso

Never underestimate the power of fear, for it is a very formidable tool to cage one’s soul into civil obedience. – Lucianus 2010

Handle with Care

I nicknamed my penis “The Truth” because bitches can’t handle it. –  Unknown quotes

Sunday Bite – Attempted Escape

Beautiful Men – Barrett Pall (In the Shadows)

Seeing Red

A blond in a red dress can do without introductions – but not without a bodyguard. - Rona Jaffe

Last 8 Ball

A face to Remember

Blue eyes
Baby’s got blue eyes
Like a deep blue sea
On a blue blue day
Blue eyes
Baby’s got blue eyes
When the morning comes
I’ll be far away
And I say

Bandanna Biker Saturday

Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 & The People's Tyranny

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[Note:  All page numbers accompanying any quotations in this post are from the cited work listed in the bibliography.]

Like the dystopian novels that precede it (i.e. 1984, Brave New World, etc.), Ray Bradbury’s 1953 Fahrenheit 451 is set in a largely ambiguously dated future, where human society has become subjugated by an undisclosed oppressive force.  The book depicts a future whose technological feats have advanced to a high enough pace that it allows the common citizenry to live in relative comfort and bliss; televisions are bigger and brighter, drugs and antidepressants are easily available to ease whatever malady a person may be feeling. 

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I have seen the movie "1984", but never read the book, thus I can't speak about the book, but the movie totally horrified me as it brought back memories of the once glorious Communist/Socialist regime who oppressed people's minds for over half a century. It was truly the kind of movie who would give a panic attack not because some 20 something year old is being chased by the latest psycho-slasher, but the idea that that might come to pass once more is frightening to say the least. Going back now to the book you so eloquently explored (I'm gonna buy it), it's just as scary to think that people are the cause for a complete lack of literature or any creative thinking for that matter, just for the fact one must please all and feel happy at the same time. Of course I'm simplifying it, but after all isn't it simple enough; people try to be happy, please themselves and others by not being politically incorrect, and thus the idea of reading a book which may put one's system of beliefs in jeopardy, is the best course of action, thus giving rise, as you said , to those who would take advantage of such decrease in humanity's need to self-check. History is filled with groups of individuals with common beliefs giving rise to a greater idea, later implemented by somebody else. I'm not gonna talk about the usual suspects; the inquisition, religion, kings and queens, dictators, the Third Reich and so on. I would like to talk about how individuals who feel overwhelmed by the amount of information thrown at them, simply decide to have it all banned, and of course there would always be people out there more than happy and zealous enough to make the crowd happy, and when the dust settles, they rule, they are the victorious. We're a weak society, with very weak beliefs, and even weaker character, yielding to whomever with give us instant gratification which we so dearly long for. It's only a matter of time, and by so many different means, that a certain Utopia would take place in the natural order of things, thus putting the individual into a cattle barn and making them all come out the same. It's something the movie Equilibrium talks about, though in a different manner. Excellent detailed analysis of this book I had never heard before. I'm glad you took the time to explore it and share it, it's definitely what having this blog is all about, the exchange of ideas and sharing of what we collectively know, with others. Once we stop this process we're doomed to our own little worlds, floating in a smut of nonsense set forth by little minds of little character and dogma.

Madonna – MDNA (2012)

Yesterday I got Madonna’s latest cd titled MDNA. This would be her 12^th in a long career, and there have been talks in recent years if she still got it, now that the likes of Beyoncé  and Rihanna seem to have dimmed the light of other, older singers. Depending on which blog, magazine or website you read, you get different reactions to her career and her music as well as her appeal as an artist. From what I was able to read yesterday before listening to the damn thing, was that she still got it, but of course I beg to differ. Madonna ain’t got it baby, she hasn’t had it for a decade or so and unless Madonna performs a miracle, she better not try to “get it” ever again. I listened to her songs and in seems a fair try to get people to like her, but the lyrics were silly and stale, almost a carbon copy of her last cd Hard Candy. She’s turned into a trashy-wanna-please-all kind of singer with same rhythms and beats we’ve heard time and time again.

No Title

I finally decided to write something after weeks of not even trying to put something down. It’s been a period where I’ve felt not well at all. I’m not ill, I just can’t seem to be able to focus more than just a few minutes at a time. In the last two weeks, I’ve read over 400 emails coming from all the blogs I follow, and the overwhelming information made my hard-drive crash, and so I had to reboot several times.

Nothing but The Naked Truth (So Help me God) part II

Do not fear to repeat what has already been said. Men need the truth dinned into their ears many times and from all sides. The first rumor makes them prick up their ears, the second registers, and the third enters. – Rene Theophile Hyacinthe LaÎnnec

Nothing but The Naked Truth (So Help me God)

“One out of four people in this country is mentally unbalanced. Think of your three closes friends; if they seem OK, then you’re the one.” - Ann Landers quotes (American Advice columnist, 1918-2002)

Off-focus Focusing – Simplicity

Posing for a camera, for that special moment of that very special day in your favorite spot, you catch a glimpse of a millisecond of simple inner truth. It carries on forever, as a frozen piece of yourself floating through time.  Looking back at it, nostalgia takes over amplifying the feeling, the memory. Glorifying what it meant to be there that day, flooding your consciousness. It is then you realize the present is but an illusion, already passed. – Lucianus 2012