I don't know if I've ever been as aggressive as some of my porn may suggest.

Oh, there have been moments... sure. I pounded ass and face-fucked plenty in my time (as recently as last Saturday, in fact). I've tied up a guy in my time (though I was constantly worried it was too tight). Sometimes if you bite my nipples or tug my balls the right way, ( Read more... )

What is it about attraction? What makes us fall ass-over-teakettle for James and not-so-much for John? Why is it some guys only get hard for bears or for Arabic men or for men with tattoos? What makes me think one guy with certain attributes is fookin’ hawt while another guy with the same attributes is just okay?

Cupid is a fickle fellow, indeed, ( Read more... )

In Portland, arguably one of the most queer-friendly towns in America, we have had only nine reported queer bashings so far this year. Only nine. Count them: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine people reported being harrassed, abused or beaten just for being queer.

In Portland, Oregon. One of the most queer-friendly towns in ( Read more... )

My theatre mentor in college was a professor we'll just call "Mr. W." He was fresh out of grad school, young, sandy-haired and very talented. He was shorter than I, but very muscular and hairy. He had stunningly blue eyes which he flashed behind a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and a wicked, trickster smile he would toss to me on a regular basis. He ( Read more... )

 
Here's another favorite erotic poem. Happy National Poetry Month!

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Guatemalan Entry
by Harold Norse

I stare at the young hot cock throbbing
           in tight white pants on my bed.
How long can I go on about travel fares and news of the day?
Dark smoldering eyes, half-sleepy, gaze at me
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In the late 1970s, while I was wending my queer closeted horny way through high school in teenie-tiny Sheridan, Montana (population 600), there was just no friggin' way to meet other queers without running great risk of being caught. Oh, it happened, all right! There were cowboys in the area who didn't mind a quick discrete blowjob up at the ( Read more... )

 
One of my favorite fucking erotic poems in the world. If you aren't "into" poetry, for Christ's sake, don't let the line breaks scare you off. Take a breath and dive in, pretend it's prose on a very thin piece of paper. You might be very pleasantly surprised.

Happy National Poetry Month!

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Woof!

The mating call of Ursus Sapiens. Loved by some, reviled by others, the "Woof!" call has been around almost as long as bear subculture. Personally, I like the "Woof!" call, though I am pretty selective about how I use it. But I know plenty of bears and cubs and others who detest it. And their reasons for detesting it is about as many as the ( Read more... )

Last month I was invited to a Chub Party. I went ( Read more... )

I'm a big believer in poetry. Poetry is anti-fundamentalist. Poetry laughs in the face of literalism. Poetry allows us to wake up from our sleepy, habitual world and live in the present moment (the only moment we have). April is National Poetry Month. I always celebrate at work and at home and here in my journal ( Read more... )