Colombia 2019

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s been a minute since I wrote anything on this blog. But today I'm motivated because I really don't want to forget the lessons that my trip to Colombia taught me.
First, sexy is in the eye of the beholder. Though I'm not exactly in high demand here in San Diego, as an American Daddy Bear, I was crazy popular in both Bogota and Cartagena. I have to remember that. Whenever I get to feeling a bit down or start to get too hard on myself, I have to remind myself that everything is relative. I have to remember not to judge myself based on the invisibility I feel next to the muscle thinks of Rich's or Mo's. Read More...
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Traveling Bug

For the first time in… forever… I'm planning a trip.
Two things happened to start me on the path, I shall relate both of them here.
First, I had a GREAT time in Montreal. I loved the city, I loved the boys, and I love that in July there is a 10-day circus festival going on all over town.
Next, Pat went to Bear Week in Provincetown in July - again - and I really really really wanted to be there with him having fun.
So… I'm already planning summer 2019.
I never do this.
I'm the guy who waits too long to plan and then loses out on an opportunity or else I just find a bargain last minute and go wherever it takes me - which is how I ended up in Montreal in the first place.
So now… I'm going to Montreal in July, 2019, and then after 10 days there, I'm going to Provincetown to hang with Pat and the Bears for a week, and then coming home July 21, 2019. I've got three weeks booked, and I'm giddy about it.
And the PRICES!
My flight to Montreal is just about $104 one way. My flight home from Boston to San Diego was just $143.
It's amazing that prices are like when you get this far out ahead of it.
Now I just need a flight from Montreal to Boston, and then to solidify the plans in Ptown with Pat…. I'm just so friggin' excited!
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July 1995, Part 3

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July 15, 1995
A fantasy come true. Wait until you hear about this. Remember "My So-Called Life"? Remember how one night I phoned that coffee house called Insomnia in Burbank to track Wilson Cruz down and just say hello? So, last night I meet him at Revolver! "Meet" isn't exactly the right word. I had Wilson naked in my bed. I made him cum twice. So I guess "meet" is kind of a polite word for what I did. It was a total trip. Read More...
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February 1993, Continued...

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February 27, 1993
Oh! Becky! Hold on to this one!
I am now in Hawaii; Oahu, to be exact, and the following tale is totally un-fucking-believable!
I came out here with a client of mine, Steven, for a long weekend and ended up staying 10 days. Not only that, I met a couple who want me to move to San Francisco with them and a guy who wants me to live here with him.
Crazy world, isn't it?
Monroe is quite cute and very nice. Then Rudy and Robert are absolutely wonderful. Why doesn't shit like this happen to me back home?
I had this great hotel all to myself since the day we arrived, Steven broke his leg. He has been in the hospital ever since. I fucked like a bunny all week long.
Got a great tan and probably gained 10 pounds on Kalhua pig and pineapple.
But now, my life is in flux. Do I move to Oahu with Rudy and Robert until they move to San Francisco or do I move here with Munroe until he eventually returns to SF? Or do I go home with the knowledge that I am an attractive guy and not come back to paradise at all?
God, like can be so complex! Read More...
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To the New Year

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When I started this blog 17 years ago (back when I invented blogging) this was a lifeline to all my friends in the US. I had moved to England to work on my Master's Degree in Literature and wanted to keep in touch with them. So, once a week I'd post images and write about my adventures in Europe. I thought it would be a fun one-year experiment, but when I returned in 2001, I had made friends all over the world. Plus, I was in the habit of blogging every week as a record of my life.
Somewhere in 2015 that slowed down and has since all but stopped.
I don't have the audience anymore.
I don't have the friends. Read More...
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As Gay as Can Be

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What a difference a year makes. Last year, despite having bought an annual pass with a friend, he went off to Disney's Gay Days without offering me an invitation to join in.
This year, I have made new friends and had a blast at the happiest place on earth. And then after the gay bars closed, I went to Disneyland!
The weekend of gayness and debauchery all began on Friday night.
A boy I've been trying to photograph for months let me know that he would be performing a boylesque routine at the Gossip Grill on Friday night. Rick and I went out to dinner at the Grill, then made our way inside for the show.
Being in a gay bar, it of course began more than half an hour late. The drag queens did two numbers and then took a "20 minute break" which we thought meant half an hour or more…. and since Gossip Grill was a lesbian bar, we aren't that keen on staying. Read More...
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Orlando, I Love You

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I have just come back from getting LIFE!
Thank you, Orlando family, for being what I needed at this stage in the game. As I mentioned a bit ago, things with the Happy Hour Group were falling apart, and I really needed some love and fun and friendship from people I've known and loved for 5 years.
True, I did start drinking at 7pm on July 4 and didn't stop until I went to bed on July 13.
True, my body feels absolutely beat up from all the drinking and the heat and the smokey bars…
But every wince of pain reminds me that I had a fucking good time with my people in Otown. Read More...
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Everything Changes

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I've just come back from two days in San Diego chasing what I hope will be a good dream.
I have always loved San Diego - all those night trips to the Loading Zone leather bar in the borrowed white VW Cabriolet, blue and white striped luggage in the trunk for a quick change of clothes after all-night drinking binges. I have enjoyed sleeping on the beach in front of the Hotel Del Coronado when we were too drunk to drive home after said nights. I have so many memories of SD in my 20's… and then it just stopped being a real place.
All of that is to say that I am now moving to San Diego. Read More...
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