Coincidence?

I'm sitting in a Starbucks across the street from Balboa Park. I'm going to hike up to the San Diego Zoo after I awaken my hungover slouched body with another coffee. It seems life is a pendulum of caffine UPS and alcohol SLEEPS. I did get a months worth of exercise all in one afternoon yesterday. Biking Coronado made me again consider ceasing the cigarettes. I have not smoked a fag yet today...I'm hoping to make it until the sun sets before I allow myself another.

Last night - I read from a book! "A Moveable Feast" - Hemmingway. Its a collection of short stories ( and perhaps journal entries) of times in Paris. I've read the book before... and I figured since I'm lugging it around I might as well read it from time to time. Reading from it reminds me to write more. It what I'm suppose to be doing when I'm not doing something else.


I've been asked how dirty am I?!?! I have a week's worth of clothes. Its all rolled tight in my backpack. I wash my clothes every chance I get...which has been at least every 5-6 days this entire journey. And I don't smell - I smell like a boy who sweats and drinks and lives life pretty hard. So there.

Anyway - here is the crazy coincidence - a cute guy who sitting a few tables away was also reading Hemmingway. I tried to get noticed but from the way he's watched a few of the girls who walked in - guy is straight.

Beach Stunts - Buff Boys!

I thought this was cute...silly games played on beaches with buff american jocks. I'd let him bring me home. Twice! lol

a great nights sleep - now for a ride

I have a plan, courtesy of James - who emailed me the suggestion yesterday. I'm going to meet him at a ferry near the hotel to cross over the bay to the island called Coronado. Once there we are going to rent bicycles and ride along the shore past beaches and a military station. He also has a camera - so we're going to take some photos as well.

I havent been on a bike in years. Makes me think I'm slowly falling out of shape. Now that I'm 23 it may be time to start with the crunches and exercise. My tanning could still use a bit of help too! I hate being known as a pale pasty English guy. I rarely become self-conscious about my body...but when I'm in a tropical place with beaches I suddenly feel like I eat too many chips and drink too many pints. I think I'll quickly do some pushups!


On a sad note - my ipod is acting strange. It shuts itself off randomly. I hope it can hang on just a few more weeks!

Oh - and whomever is calling themself "GoHomeBritFag" who has emailed me all the hate. Fuck you too!

First Glimpse of the Pacific

As of 2 hours ago I finally feel like I'm on the exact opposite side of the world. I grew up on the Atlantic...the cold Atlantic. This is the tropical Pacific. And yes - I've had a few beers so I'm waxing poetic. lol

I'm in a Holiday Inn overlooking a harbor and then the Pacific beyond that. I mean the water is RIGHT across the street. When i got to the bus terminal there was wireless...so i found a bargain at this place for this one night. ($70)

also i just saw a huge American Navy boat patrolling in the distance. hmm

I SWEAR UPON MY SOUL that the ride on the Greyhound bus from Phoenix to San Diego here today (9 HOURS of hell!) - will be the last time i ride a bus on this trip. That piss closet at the rear of the bus makes the streets of Paris look like Heaven. I hope i can ride rails from this point forward. And then fly back to New England.

some random thoughts today:
- the view out the window on the bus ride was what i'd imagine Mars to look like.

- So happy to be in a large city with taxi's again.

- "no guns" signs on bus doors like "no smoking"

- been smoking less cigarettes...but the prices are so different from place to place.
I paid more than 8 american dollars in New York City for a pack!

I don't miss TV anymore...but nice trunk!

now look - you got me distracted!

so I write that journal entry about my experience at the wheel...and i get another email asking me what i think of this...

let me again say that I am not hitchhiking sucking cock for cash....yet! lol



well - i'd spill my minerals over that video if i hadn't already when i took a shower earlier today. I need something to keep me motivated tonight!

cheers!

ps. no good record store here in town. really not much of anything in the downtown. its like a ghostcity after 6pm. but listening to Hovercraft's "Experiment Below". mind blowing chaos

borrowed time

so my flight home from JFK in New York City to Heathrow is on April 16th. I'm having to evaluate how much money I have versus how much time versus the distance I am from NYC. I think tonight will be my last in Phoenix. I was going to go to Las Vegas...but I think it may make more sense to go directly to San Diego.

The plan is to hop off and on this Amtrack route that services San Diego to Seattle. I think I'd like about 2 weeks on the Pacific Coast...especially San Francisco. It seems I have to start budgeting for airfare from Seattle to the Boston or New York. From what I'm hearing it would take me a painful series or rides to cross the USA from Seattle to NYC by bus or train. Evidentally there aren't too many places to stop in between. I'm just glad to have escaped the winter. I'm starting to think I need to find a permanent home closer to the Equator!

I just got an email asking....

did i spill my seed in the desert?

Umm...i did in my car once while I was driving because I was so bloody bored! It was the first time I'd done that. And it was a bit gross because i wiped it off the back of my hand onto the passenger seat. lol

There were about 5 other cars on the road over the span of a week. Scary - alien - incredible. I can't even begin to tell you how many ideas I got for music videos on that journey.

Anyways, for those who like to see new porn - I jacked it to this one last night at the Best Western. This was after striking out at the "Amsterdam" Bar. Which incidentaly had a fantastic backyard. But had no relation to the wonderful city in the Netherlands.

Getting rough with it!

So for that recap...

NOTE: Although i didnt blog while i was crossing Texas and New Mexico..i did write in a little notebook...i'm piecing some stories back together from it

Thursday:
About a day drive north of Albuqurque I was directed to ShipRock, this natural castle of rock under a huge open sky. I guess it could be considered a lone ship in a sea of desert. I drove off the highway down a sand road. The way there took far longer than it appeared. The rock city seemed 2 kilometer away...but it was so huge it was probably 10! I got to the foot of this gigantic rock and i was struck by how beatifully cinematic the view was looking out. It also reminded me of that old puppets movie The Dark Crystal. I sat there and smoked a spiff i had gotten back at a bar in the wasteland of west texas. It was blazing hot so I got back on the way. I lost a hubcap on that road...luckily i wasnt billed for it!

Yes I am Alive!

Sorry to go off the radar for so long. It was my birthday week...I am now 23 years. I decided to follow the advice of my father and rent a car to tour the American SouthWest. I was getting tired of all the city streets and CraigsList scams...so I left Dallas Texas a week ago and drove West.

To be honest it was a week of personal reflection and isolation - something i think i needed to do for myself. I slept in the car in the desert a few night. I spent a day in Albuquerque - which was so strange.

I just returned the rental car to a lot in Phoenix Arizona! Its HOT HOT HOT here! Got a room at the Best Western near downtown. Its next to a place called "the Irish Cultural Center"...but i havent seen anyone here who could qualify as Irish. LOL

Ok. I have to sleep - but now that i have a room and internet connection I'll write more of my travels in the desert tonight

Flame On! And You Can Dance...For Inspiration!

It's true - I have a soft spot for cute guys who dance badly. I do not consider myself a dancer...so I don't make public performances like this boy does for his friends...and an entire swimming pool! I'm laughing with him - not at him :)

So happy - So drunk - I adore Austin TX

Earlier this afternoon I was so happy I almost started crying. It was close to looney - but totally genuine. I met a UT student, Gabe, for lunch at Oma's Kitchen in that Doobie Mall. I had a Korean Beef with rice...and also snuck sips from a flask Gabe had brought in his backpack...full of Jack Daniels. It was cute and romantic. We met from CraigsList on Thursday...he just wanted to buy me lunch to talk about going on a semester abroad to SOAS in London next fall.

Gabe only drank a bit - as he convinced me to go on a short trip to a place called Mount Bonnell. (authors note...I have kept drinking since noon). Standing on this cliff above the river that runs through Austin - hearing all these little black birds singing, the warm sun...and then I realized I'm turning 23 years next week! Thats when the tears welled. I felt successful. I felt accomplished...and like I AM living my life as I wish, not cowering to my fears.

So on this mountain we smoked Parliment Lights - and I swigged more whiskey - for an hour without speaking much accept about the view from Mt.Bonnell. Then it was 2pm and Gabe had to do to class. He just dropped me back on Guadalupe. Wireless is everywhere here! I love Austin.

As a recap...Last night I walked 6th Street and avoided many scary bars. Loud packs of drunk girls everywhere. Not my scene!

I did kiss a cute athletic guy I met at Club DeVille last night. We sat in his car and smoked a spliff he had...then we went at it for a few minutes...he asked me to come home with him...but I got an odd safetly vibe and declined. Instead I accepted a ride back to the Days Inn. (note to music friends...do the Pixies play on every bar stereo?!?! I think I heard Debaser in 2 different place within 15 minutes!)


Apparently there is a huge international Film and Music festival that is about to begin. I met a group of guys from New York City who are in Austin the next week to write about the events and critque pictures. Unfortunatley an expensive pass is required to attend the festivities...so I'll be missing that.

I did make it to Antoines Records store. Awesome stuff! I didnt buy anything...I'm sick of carrying the backback..its heavy allright! I may see a store called "WaterLoo"! I hope ABBA is not involved in that place. LOL

Leave that hair alone!

I had to share this because it begs far more questions about men's vanity than a stomach full of pints can explain...

Trail of the Dead

I left Rice University in Houston this morning - where I had a great stay with a student who is from Redbridge London, but going to school for Asian Studies in Texas (which seems a tad odd to me). Brent caught me up on some slang and we listened to hot tracks online from a beatmaker called Sebastian. Intense zap sounds. I'll post a link when I locate the myspace page again. His roommate Doug was keen on me keeping a better journal so other young gay students might be able to use my travel notes to plan their own journeys. So for Doug lending me a razor to shave, and buying the beers - I will try to write more.


I promised last week that I would refrain from rants on the interstate bus system in America...but i need to break that promise to regain a measure of sanity. Filthy! Gross! Cramped!
Some advice to others:
1. Never take a seat near the back. The toilet smell is rancid
2. Cough and hold wadded tissues when unsightly strangers glance at the empty seat next to you.
3. Don't fall asleep with earphones on

Ok. I feel better. Five hours this afternoon on a Greyhound bus from Houston to Austin was far from pleasant. It made the hour walk from the bus station down to University of Texas campus seem a welcome relief. I'm mascarading as a 'UT' student at the Dobie student mall right now. Lots of wireless!

In honor of arriving in the capitol of Texas, which incidentaly has a Capitol Dome just like the one in Washington, I listened to the "And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead" album Madonna today.

Why are girls forcing me to buy cookies?

Ok, I just saw another group of young girls in green dresses walking down the sidewalk carrying boxes of cookies. They stop EVERYONE they pass. Is this why its so easy to get fat? Little girls stopping you and guilting you to buy sweets.

The 4 foot joint w/Shirtless Brit Boy

Kids smoking the grass - it happens everywhere. From my country to yours...

Backing Up...More about Jeff

Jeff was the type of bloke who confuses the hell out of me. He was bisexual - but afraid to make any play happen. He told me I have beautiful eyes on a notepad because he couldnt utter the words to my face. But he was dying for me to parade him through my Macbook and the downloaded boys movies I have.

He said the strangest thing...Jeff saw this one video of one guy dropping his mineral load into the other's mouth...then kiss him and suck his own cum back into his own mouth.

Jeff: "You can't get the type of deep intimacy with a girl":



Hmm. i guess you cannot. lol

You can see the free video here

Friends in High Places

I'm sitting at Byzantio Cafe...in Houston Texas! Friends, let me tell you it was no easy journey that got me here. And to answer many email sentiments I've gotten: Yes - traveling alone and trusting the kindness of strangers is a difficult journey. I try my best to be open and trusting yet careful without being suspicious of everyone I meet. I don't want to lose faith in people because of a small minority of rogues.

On Saturday afternoon I left Jeff's house as his girlfriend was coming home that night. I made plans to meetup with a college boy with a cute photo from CraigsList...but when I got to the cafe he was there but not alone! He was sitting in a booth with 3 larger and not-so-hot friends...and within 5 minutes of conversation and introductions they thought I was "for sale" for ALL OF THEM for the night. I think the one guy who was largest and most intimidating could read my instant shock and hesitation. I realized in a flash that I has gotten myself in trouble. Trapped? I excused myself to use the toilet, and exited the cafe via the rear. Quite scared I ran 5, 10, perhaps 15 blocks...with my 10 kilo backpack...until I got to a roadside hotel. Out of breath I checked into a room just to be able to safely take my bag off and rest.

Rattled by this rush I telephoned Erik in New York City to calm me down. He did this whole "I told you so" about my internet adventuring, but also soothed my panic. Back when I was in NYC he had offered to introduced me to friends of his who lived in Ft. Myers FL...but they were a gay couple in their late 40's so I had declined. Yes - I had made a mistake - age is irrelevent when it comes to compassion. Erik saved the day by calling Peter and Bill for me right then. Peter and Bill drove to the hotel an hour later and brought me back to their incredible large and well decorated Adult estate. It was actually a thrilling rescue. They were instantly personable and we related just as I do to anyone my own age. We talked about music and the cities I'd seen and recognizing the seedier elements of America.

Here is where things get crazy. Bill is a managing executive at an advertising firm...and he is also a pilot. On sunday morning Bill offers to give me a seat on his jet which he was going to fly to Houston for the day to see art. At 8am we drove to a small airfield - got onto a luxurious but tiny 6 seat jetplane. And Florida was left behind. A 3 hour flight seems like forever when seated in such a small vibrating vehicle. I drank a vodka orange to remain muted.

We landed on a spectacular island called Galveston. Then Peter drove the company car across a bridge and towards the huge skyline of Houston. Incredible. As it was Texas I expected to see cactus and sand...but instead it looked just like Florida with Palm Trees.

First thoughts as we arrived at the Museum of Fine Arts...that accent does remind me of the president. Buts its cute too. Especially from the bigger guys. I think there was some mutual admiration of accents happening at the Damien Hirst exhibition. Fantastic stuff there! We also drove to see the Rothko Chapel. A hexigonal open room with a bench centered within walls holding sold black. The entire temple is placed in a peaceful garden. An oprn slate to transmit all faiths together. Powerful and reflective indeed! Bill said he's come over 30 times and each visit reaffirms his beliefs that religions will someday coexist in peace.

We ended the long day at Cousins with a few rounds of vodka soda. Talked about photography and possible ways to backpack to the Pacific coast. I slept on the couch in Peter and Bill's suite at the Four Seasons downtown. They checked out early so Bill could go to a meeting back in Galveston. It seems Peter doesn't work - his job is to keep Bill happy. Gay love is complicated yet true.

To Peter and Bill and enourmous thanks of gratitude! I will send you those stories you liked.

Soccer Practice - Football Gear!

This is one of the most brilliant homemade shorts I've ever witnessed. A gay guy raids a locker room and targets a young hot footballer in a towel. Then a routine of almost naked young jocks float on by...

Men in Uniform

So today I attended a baseball game in Fort Meyers. I guess it was some element of a warm-up match...and quite frankly I don’t think the sport won me as a fan. It was so slow and boring. Although I did manage to get a warm-up of my own going with a few Coors Lights. Jeff, who I met last night in Fort Lauderdalew convinced me to come check out this game with him. He said it was a crucial American experience I should see. So this morning he drove us in his perfect new grey Saab convertible to Fort Myers (where he lives with his girlfriend!). I think we must have smoked about 10 fags on the 2 hour ride as we were blasting the new Bloc Party album and talking rubbish about some blokes we’d had drinks with last night. We saw the Boston Red Soxs lose to the Blue Jays (not sure where they are from). I decided to yell for Boston because I saw they had a cute player named Pauley. He didn’t play, just wandered around the sidelines. I think I caught his eye for a second when I yelled...Jeff said its not too often a guy with a British accent is heard at an event like this. A larf indeed!

I’m in Jeff’s house right now..his sometimes girlfriend is in Orlando with her family this week. There are photos of her everywhere inside. I’m at a table in his yard behind their house. Palm trees – sunshine – wireless – and another cold pint! Jeff is inside heating a pizza. Can’t get too pissed too early. And no – he hasn’t poked my arse yet. He asked I don't share any of the details on the internet as he is in a "open relationship" - and i could spoil that.

Thats What Friends Are For...

I just showed Jeff my favorite movies from my macbook.

We agreed this is one of our favorite scenes:



You can watch this sex party here.

Laws, Soap, Warming

Its becoming harder to get wireless for long enough to make connection with my blog everyday. I’m sorry to those who feel left out of the fun. I promise I’ll try harder. The past 3 days have been a jerk of a ride I’m afraid. The crazy weather made traveling difficult and at times a bit frightening. Another downer was I grew too quick an attachment for Mark in Hollywood. It turns out Mark was looking for a great story – and sex - more than he was truly connecting with me. So I feel slightly stupid. He also has a camera full of photos of me.

It’s odd, but in America there seems to be an undercurrent with gay men seeking young guys with uncut cocks. This is strange to me – as most the guys I’ve had the pleasure of visiting nude have also been uncut. I don’t think there is any difference...unless the guy doesn’t use soap. (Which is so repulsive at its worst I won’t go into it any further.) So my coveted uncut wang has again been photographed - but I'm willing to be at peace with this...Mark did provide me with a hotel room and food. I keep reminding myself that I only will live this once - nothing is permenent - so not to be afraid of irrational things such as a stranger possessing 100 photos of my naked body.

To continue...what a journey...large "hail", vicious winds, bad hangovers, and too much walking have taken some wind from my sails. I was consoled that at least I missed another blizzard in the north.

That was how I felt until last night. I regained my confidence in Fort Lauderdale last night – and had some incredible conversations about the world becoming warmer and climates rupturing. Scary stuff – but its good to hear other friends my age becoming aware and teaching each other about it. I also received a lengthy lecture about cigarettes. There are laws about everything in America...and always someone there to remind you of them. One of the last things I recall with clarity in the evening was convincing a policeman that it wasnt my fault I had an "open container"...and he laughed and made me pour the rest of my beer away. And that's when I met Jeff

Last Night? Began Like This...

For me chemistry ALWAYS begins with a good kiss. And a guy that smells like a guy smells. Good and deep. I'm sappy for boys kissing always...

I'm an Aristocrap!

Writing now from a 19th level deck of the Westin Diplomat Hotel in Hollywood Florida. Looking over the edge to the Atlantic Ocean. Just finished my third HorseFeather. I never want to leave Florida. I am 100% sympathetic now to all the people who live in dangerous areas like this. Hurricaines may come and go...but the weather here is worth the risk! I'm a bit naucious from all the sun these past 2 days...or perhaps its the remainders of my hangover from last night. The next drink should right that ship. Its terribly humid and thunderstorms are passing near us.

Sitting next to me on the balcony is Mark. We met last night in West Plam Beach. We drove to this hotel as his father works here for some sort of business consultant and therefore gets free rooms whenever he fancies them. Nothing made me as happy as smoking a fag with the windows down and the air rushing over us. Stereo blasting Radiohead's OK Computer!

Mark invited me to spend a day playing with Reason (a sound/beat producing program). We got here at 11am today. Made a few samples on his Powerbook - then started getting fried foods and whiskey delievered to the room. I may go down to the beach if the weather calms - or to the incredible pool that has a pool with a clear bottom that cascades down into the second tropical pool. Luxury!

Mark - for the record, as he wants me to write a bit about him - is 25, his parents are from Denmark, but have lived in Miami his whole life. He is very tall, sandy blond with green eyes, very handsome, and also quite gentle in temperment. (He just smiled at that) I think this instant chemistry will become a friendship that will link our travels again.

Island In The Sun - Having Fun Again

First, to my friends who have been worried – I'm sorry I went missing for the weekend! (And right now I'm finally in SUNNY WONDERFUL WARM Florida!) I'm safe - just tired. Coming to the American Southeast has been far more difficult than I imagined. Finding wireless internet is a struggle. There are no taxis, few local trains, and scary buses. South Carolina and Atlanta zapped me of energy. I’m afraid I spent most of the weekend on Greyhound buses...trying to sleep...but also keeping an eye open for thieves. Quite stressful. On a bus into Atlanta on Saturday I woke to find the woman in the seat next to me unzipping my backpack. Luckily nothing has been stolen.


Let me skip all the struggles – train to Charlotte took forever. Then nightmare bus to Atlanta. All day yesterday was a trial of getting to West Palm Beach.
as I did not meet anyone fun all weekend – till I arrived here in West Palm Beach Florida Late Last Night

Last night I stayed at Hotel Biba. Its modern fun colorful and comfortable. When I arrived I had 2 drinks at the wine bar, talked with the bartender who had lots of advice for my week in Florida. He also said I was lucky to have made it through "the South" backpacking.

West Palm Beach is the most beautiful beaches – tropical paradise – palm tress- I feel like I endured hell to get to heaven. The color of the sand, the water, the sun. And its HOT! I surely don’t care that I lost a glove in Philadelphia. and I saw on TV that NYC got another big snowstorm! I'm glad I got out of the Northeast and went south instead of up to Boston.

right now I'm at a coffeeshop, trying to find a place to store my belongings. Perhaps paying the hotel to keep my stuff safe while I get a tan at the beach! I also hear there is a huge enclave of gay men here and in other cities in Florida. Hooray!

The bartender last night was warning me about "Spring Break". It seems my arrival corresponds with "Spring Break". I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad coincidence yet. He said its like a MTV reality show...but I'm not sure what that means.
At this very moment I couldn't care less about anything. Time for a drink and some sun and my ipod on the beach!

Settling Bets!

I've come across a handful of daring videos on YouTube where bets are settled by embarassing a straight boy to go nude in public! This guy is great...running the streets in a jockstrap while his friends keep pace in their car - filming the humilation! And its cold - look at the snow!

When Hitting the Spot - You See This Face!

I'll admit when I finally got myself checked into this very nice hotel last night the first thing I did after showering was wank it. It had been 3 days! I went back to on of my favorite sites first, EnglishLads, as a friend of mine has modeled for them before and gave me a free password!

This shoot is so sexy as the boy's face being fucked conveys all the pleasures of being fucked the right way. Watch the Movie

Watching that had me so horned up...but I didn't spill my minerals until I went back to those gay orgy sex parties. So dirty you can't help youself. I'm jealous!
Boys Having Drunk Sex Party

International Relations

This isn't really sexy - its funny. International Machismo Contest...

Laptop Battery Recharge

sorry - running out of reserve power - trying to find an outlet to be able to write more. On a shitty Amtrak train south right now. We seem to stop every 15 minutes. And there are crying babies everywhere. Ugh

Hello from Sunny Warm North Carolina!

The last 24 hours have been a crazy trip. I've almost been robbed on the streets from the train station to a hotel, I was given $100 for a back massage, I escaped a looney man at a hotel, and had a fantastic meal of BBQ Ribs!

The long story short, I ended up staying at the Clarion Hotel in a very vacant and scary downtown area 2 blocks from the state capitol. No record stores. No students. No taxis. At first plan I was meeting a man from CraigsList at the hotel...and I did...but I'm afraid my traveling luck went missing...and this man was not who he said he was in emails. For the record - I am not a prostitute. I DO have casual sex with hot men. I enjoy the company of strangers. I am openminded. I do accept meals and lodging from strangers. I do not negotiate a price for putting a penis in my ass without a condom. All told I gave a back massage for $100..then took that money to get my own room at the hotel.

A few hours ago I got an invitation/offer to write articles for a magazine back in New York City. I'm going to meet the editor when I return there next month. Very exciting!

Oh - to my friends in the North..its 72 degrees Farenheight here. Bollocks!

Hot Boy - Stripping Montage Video

I love that super-body-obsessed guys video themselves flexing EVERY day in front of their webcam! This guy may be my new favorite. Someone has made a montage video of his various performances...no cock shots I'm afraid. And the song is a little indie rock tune which seems to have nothing to do with the boy. Hooray for YouTube!

Clearing the Air - What I Wear

I've been getting an assortment of email from Leather Guys and Bondage Men asking me detailed questions about my fetish acts. I realize now that is due to this photo of me. Although wearing the leather jock is fun - this photo is from a friend's party a herd of my homo friends attended last year. It was a sexy party...not a sex party. And I had a boyfriend at that time - so the only person I got wood for was him...which is too bad in retrospect. I still have the gear in London at my flat...but I am not traveling with any accessories.

I'm lucky to fit the 7 pairs of underwear in my backpack!

Let's Roll!

Jeff and Karl showed me this one last night! You'll piss yourself...Rumsfeld juggles, draws an ass, makes origami, rolls a splif - all while answering the press!

Gooey Facials - for Young Men!

Here is a snip of pornography thats SPILL-IT hot! Watch these 2 younger guys: Caleb and Kevin (its not me!). It's obvious Kevin had some pent-up sexual energy - the way he starts to slow-grind his dick on Caleb's underwear clad ass. He devours Caleb, first kissing softly then going balls deep into Caleb's tight little hole. That's not all though, Kevin finishes Caleb off with a huge squirting cumshot to the face!

Bravo! You can see the free video here!

Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

I'm at a Starbucks on Wisconsin Ave at the moment. Not quite sure where I am...will have to grab a taxi back to the Union Station after I finish this coffee and brownie. I hope to catch an Amtrack to Raleigh NC later this afternoon. Its a 6 hour train ride...but I'll be making some serious progress south. I've been in the States 2 weeks now!

I forgot to mention - its WARM again. Thank Christ! And thanks to everyone who wrote yesterday to cheer me up! As I've been told, starting in Florida and working north as the winter thawed would have been easier. With the temp rising - my spirits rise with them.

As for last night - I stayed with a gay couple, Jeff & Karl, who were so hospitable and helpful. After an afternoon of wandering the Mall, I emailed with them on CraigsList - then met them at Blue Duck Tavern at 9pm. A fantastic and HEAVY meal...I had bratwurst with sauerkraut and mustard...and 4 or 5 Stella Artois. Incredible conversations about electronic music, sampler machines, the crackdown on online file-trading, copyright control, YouTube, - It was an awesome evening.

After dinner we got in their car and drove to their apartment - 2 blocks from here. We watched Reality cable TV, and I shared with them some music and porn from my MacBook. I slept on their sofa, but had to leave early as they had jobs to depart for at 8am!

All Things Must Pass

Odd to begin with this - but I've been talking about it since I woke at 8am this morning. Tony Blair announced that our troops will begin leaving Iraq in the next few weeks, and the UK has been assured all our soldiers will have vacated that country by next year: 2008. Yes - that really does make me happy - beyond the obvious reasons of lessening the armed chaos in the Middle East. My friend Jonathan was afraid his older brother was going to be assigned a second tour this spring. Now that seems unlikely. A relief...if it wasnt so early I'd have a drink to celebrate!

But I guess there have been other papers reporting that Prince Harry is set to begin a tour of Iraq. And that the small group he leads refers to him as a "Bullet Magnet". What a frightening scenario that is for all involved! Poor Harry - it seems he was advised against going to Iraq - and had the option of reassignment - but a pride to serve with the men he has trained keeps him from backing down. I admire that "I'll be like the common people" resolve, but its true that if a prince is known to be in an area, any man, woman or child within a mile is in more danger. Its putting an easy symbolic target - and potentially tragic death for our country into an already boiling-over pot.

Warming Up

The weather is beginning to improve - so I'm headed out for a final walking tour of the city..and departinh the Holiday Inn by noon. An expensive treat that was, but I think I needed it. Must be stricter with my budget though.

I'm going to see the black wall of Vietman, circle the mall, and hopefully avoid the rougher areas of DC that I've been warned about by friends from CraigsList. Depending on whether I meet any friends today - this may be my last day in this city. I'm having trouble getting a footing here as I did so well in NYC and Philly. But always optimistic that good people and good times are just a "hello" away.

Arm Wrestling

It seems anyone with a video camera will film themselves watching paint dry nowadays. But also cute dim shirtless athletes will capture moments of interest to you and me. I wonder if they imagined gay men gawking them!

Twinks in Tents

I spent last night alone at the Holiday Inn. Which was actually nice. I needed some time to write emails, make phone calls (so expensive!), and clean myself up! I called my friends Linda and Trevor in London. They were doing so well. Both gave me advice on jumping ahead to Florida to the summer climate and beaches. Indeed! We also talked about how I may best go from Florida to California...which could take a few weeks if I want to see all the cities in my list. Big aspirations.

After seeing the Air/Space Museum I had a few pints and got a meatball sandwich at a fastfood chain. Around 10pm I got back here. So I surfed for something new to splooge myself to sleep last night. And I found these movies..which I highly tout as worth your wanking time...



This is a movie that'll make you still your minerals all over the floor. A shaggy haired dirty blond and his lean mate are inside a tent - making out, sucking, then fucking each other hard. Evidentally they are students at some boarding school. Or so the website claims.

Then I found a young blond couple going at in a tent as well. THe skinny twink is blasting his friends ass with a huge dildo - and the friend is breaking up over how incredible it feels. You have to Watch His Face while he gets his shoot pounded. And it ends with cum all over the place.

Sick of the Cold!

A bit sad today. All the traveling, running for trains, all with not enough rest has me down. I also lost a glove back in Philadelphia...so my left hand is a rather numb. On the bright side, I met a nice straight bloke Jared, a student at GeorgeTown University heading back after a long-weekend break to his dorm from his girlfriend's in Philly. We met on the train, both having MacBooks!, and he gave me a map and info about the landmarks to see here. So i followed his advice and got a hotel about 8 blocks from the White House.

Its a room at the Holiday Inn Central in downtown. It was a 20 minute walk from the Union train station. A long cold windy walk. Sorry, I'll stop complaining now. I have learned from many guys that actually the Smithsonian IS open today, as is everything else tourist related...its just government offices that are closed. Excellent news! After i warm up in here a bit I'm walking to the White House, then to the Smithsonian. Then on to the Capitol dome and Lincoln statue buildings. I do wish I could be here when its warmer...and see the famed Cherry Trees in blossom.

The chinese food i had at Union Station isn't sitting well...I must go take care of that!

"Presidents Day"

I think its hilariously funny that I'm headed to Washington DC on a holiday called Presidents Day. I hope i see that bastard George Bush so I can show him my arse! I hate that guy.

Seriously though, I hear that the Smithsonain is a fantastic museum - which is high on my list of places to go - but also closed on Monday. So I may just drink my way through tomorrow to pass the time. Any buddies?

This is too dirty: Double Penetration!

Guys have been writing me asking what I'm like in the sack. I have to keep answering that I'm not a hustler...but rather I'm a guy who appreciates good pornography. As we all should!

I am often a bottom. I enjoy being messy with cum. I ALWAYS have safe penetration! I prefer guys my age. I love Indian boys, blond boys, guys with hairy chests, football jocks, and intelligent guys with large cocks! lol


Perhaps one of the dirtiest - and therefore my favorite porn videos. Its all about male slut superstar NICKO! First he works one dildo into his cute puckered ass...with a huge smile on his face. He talks to the camera the entire time. He then takes the cameraman's dick into his streched hole - who is also forcing in a fat dildo! Fuck that's a tight fuck! It ends with Nicko's face covered in the cameraman's cum...dripping off his lips and into his mouth! Watch the Free Movie

Another Journey

I'll have to write a catch-up note when I wake tomorrow. Lots happened at the 12th Air Command on Saturday night. I won't kiss and tell...but I heard from countless guys how sext a "english accent" is! LOL. I had to retort i found their American accent sexy too!

So I'm waking early tomorrow to return to the train station to journey south. I NEED warmer climate! I did manage to wash all my clothes today! And I smell nice too!

I hear tomorrow is a government holiday so places will be closed...so I may spend a day along the way to DC stopping in a smaller city to have a look-see.

Gay Beer Commercials

Two very funny guys - one alarmingly sexy - make fake beer commercials for gay men! My favorite is a party boy crashing his vespa. But they also made commercials about getting drunk to be reared by a Unicorn!

See How We Roll Down The River!

This is video of an all day dance cruise on the Thames River in London. No joke - this is a crew that has style...

Rolling with a crew

At this very second i'm sitting in a loft at Arch St. in the Chinatown area of Philadelphia. My feet are killing me from walking around in new boots. Its a fucking long story how i got here. I'm in the home of Brent, Craig, Shane, and Shane's girlfriend Rona. They have a huge brick/wooden beam loft. Windows around the entire space. And they've divided it into various rooms. They have a small pub recreation in one corner with shelves of bottles, stools and 2 couches. I've been given this couch as a place to stay until I go to DC on monday. These guys and gal are so great. I'm so grateful. I helped clean-up the bar today. So I feel like they really dont mind me for 3 nights.

I met Brent from CraigsList last night. Ended up being invited to a "long weekend" party in the offices of a small gay-operated design studio. Brent works there - and assured me it was actually a party composed of a bunch of gay professional strangers and that no one else would really know each other, so it wasnt like trespassing on anybody's moment.

I got offered a job by this tall japanese guy working as an assistant in his book publishing company. It was nice...but I'm on a vacation to work on myself right now. Actually taking a break from doing what everyone else I know wants me to do.

From tipping a few (4?) beers at that party we met with VERY hot Craig and his younger brother Luke at some very bright and loud and abrasive bar. From there the night goes blurry - we took a taxi to their pad - met Shane and Rona...who must have thought i was a disgusting site. We passed a rod and spoke of minerals...but i dont recall anything from that.

Today Shane and I went to records stores, got a coffee, got a big fried sandwich, drank some keystone, and after we couldnt stand the walking anymore we just got back here.

Tonight we're going to a gay nightclub called 12th Air Command. But Tomorrow I got to museums and find this "Liberty Bell". Its rather odd that we were all the same country once. And that some of the largest American landmarks are to honor its secession from England. So yes, tomorrow will be a serious and SOBER day. I must promise myself that.

Fortunate Friday

I didn’t arrive in Philly until 11pm last night. The train hopping situation was hell. but I’ll refrain from flapping on about it. Packing into a train with suits going home to the suburban areas of New Jersey was an experience I wish I had avoided. Moving right along!


I arrived late. Patrick wasn’t at the Market station. but I got wireless signal on my MacBook – checked my email – and he had luckily sent me an email with directions to his hotel! A hero! The Westin Hotel wasn’t more than a 10 minute walk...and he was at the Hotel bar! Very handsome guy with intense eyes and a funny smirk. As I was worn out from trainhopping he bought me a fantastic dinner and we had 2 bottles or warming red wine. I’m afraid I was still a nit slow from NYC so nodded a bit while we were finishing our last glass.

Patrick – a gentleman – had a room with 2 beds and set me up on my own. So charming! This morning he had to wake early for a meeting – but first he had breakfast brought to the room...I had a "western omlet". Try one! After we ate and drank coffee he ordered up a softcore gay flick (some muscle guy Falcon film) on the hotel cable...and we wanked it from our respective beds. It was actually quite sexy! He threw me a towel and i wiped off my hands and stomach. Felt dirty and liberating to share that moment. We traded information – and Patrick will always be welcome to drop in on my flat if he travels to the UK.

I'm in a Starbucks now writing friends at home.

Going South..but slowly. LOL

Yes - i bought a 40-dollar pair of boots last night at K-Mart at Astor Square...so I'm prepared to travel. No - I had not considered winter when I made my original travel plans. I'm sorry. For those who write me worried about my traveling on the luck of weather and the generosity of strangers - I am being careful. I email my friend in London, Linda, before I go out to meet any strangers. Like I am tonight...

I'm meeting Patrick, a post-university student in psychology at a centralMarket Street train station around 10pm...he is going to take me to dinner nearby - and then I'm going to stay with him at a hotel where he made a reservation. BUT - if dinner makes it seem like we dont mesh as friends - i'll be on my own for the night.

So this weekend in Philadelphia...then to DC...then? I need to check out what the cool record stores are in Phila. And meet some friends to give my ipod a shock of new tracks!

Wank of the Day!

So i wanked it to another movie from that website I joined yesterday. The blokes in this movie are drunker and get sluttier. An older man in Brooklyn invited me to a party like these that he has in his loft this weekend...but I'll already be gone! I think I may have gone if i was pissed enought. Tasty! You can see the preview of the scenario I watched here if you want: Watch Film

Last Night...After the Storm Cleared

First and foremost - thank you Erik! A prince of hospitality! He let me come back to his pad to spend one last unexpected night on his sofa. I emailed with a bunch of guys in Philadelphia and Washington DC last night...and I'm headed that way via a NJ transit train from Penn station in 3 hours. Sorry to my new friends in Boston...but i'll be back your way in little over a month.

As for last night...I got a bit drunk again...but not by myself! It seems that either all the "Valentines" were shagging or when it snows in nyc that everybody goes hiding
inside and doesn't come out. i went out around midnight and wandered around the empty streets, it was biting cold but had stopped snowing. i ended up at this place on 14th street - along a large apartment complex- called blarney stone or blarney cove or something, a narrow hole in the wall dive with a real-life witch with spiderwebs tattooed around her eye working behind the bar. she was sweet. although the place sounds irish...it most certainly was not!

sitting alone at the counter i met this guy named Jack, he's lived in the city all his life (which i would guess means about 50 years) and by lived i mean Lived It. Lived The Life. he's a drummer and has played with everybody --lou reed, yoko ono, peter gabriel, glenn branca -- and hung with even more people: bowie, allen ginsberg, bill burroughs. he was pissed and having a blast reliving his glory days with an attentive bloke such as myself, all the while spilling his whiskey-on-rocks all over the bar as he tried to steady his shaky hands. he'd ask me if i knew about famous british figures. it was odd. we walked out together around 4...i stumbled blocks to Erik's pad. and i just woke up!

Your Girlfriend Needs To Stop Staring At Me

A group of teenage guys play homo and put together a dance routine thats quite sweet and funny. I had to share this one - even though i don't like the Shakira song.

Birds Fly South

So I think I have to consider traveling in the other direction. The storm is getting worse here and making the path to Boston difficult. I guess i should find ways to head south to warmer places first.

I had hoped to go north to Boston - then Montreal - then Chicago - then Seattle - California - Las Vegas - Texas - Florida - and back to New York for mid-April. All the while finding other smaller places to stay in between. Great guys have been writing me and saying this is unrealistic. Is it? Should I go straight to Florida now to avoid the storms?

I don't fucking know - and I need a drink. Fuck the winter.

Any Parties Like This Happening?

Earlier today I got trapped into another moment of weakness where i used my debit card to see some new porn. Perhaps I have a problem. LOL

I keep seeing all these gay porn websites that are huge blowout parties of a group of guys fucking. Some of them quite messy with cream and champagne. I really want to go to an event like these...but I'm also a bit scared of it. I think I'd need more than a few drinks before I could get a big dick from a stranger in front of a crowd. You know! But i hate fear keeping me from trying things. Thats part of why I'm trying to do this 2 month trip alone. To prove I can handle things I can't control.

So I joined this one website and this was my favorite scene:


There was a free preview movie. How great is it that you can find anything you fancy - from piss to ponies - on the web.

Last Night Action

So last night didn't go as planned at all. I was supposed to meet up with a young guy i met over CraigsList at "Motor City", but he never showed up. Part of my problems in traveling this week have been my lack of communication. I don't have my mobile phone...and it's a hard thing to be without when you've grown accustomed to it.

Motor City wasn't much fun - unless you're into car parts hung all over the walls. After having a beer or 3 waiting around, I walked a few blocks. There were a bunch of cute guys sharing a MJ smoke in a doorway. I stopped and asked for directions. (I got a pass of the smoke too)

Turns out these 3 guys were playing music at the club nextdoor called CakeShop, and they were due to play in 20 minutes, which is why they were smoking they told me. So I came inside and watched Clarity play at CakeShop. The guitarist, Joe, was very handsome - little guy with bright blue eyes and shaggy hair. I had my eye trained on him most the performance. They didn't have vocals - it was waves of distorted and somber sounds. I liked it enough. If you live in NYC you should see them if you like Daydream Nation era Sonic Youth.

After they played I bought them all drinks...helped pack up the gear into their car. Talked shop with the bassist - as we both have Fender Jazzmaster bass guitars. And VERY DRUNK i somehow made it back to Hotel 17 around 2am. I think i made too hard a pass at Joe, as i thought he was digging me back...but when I mumbled about needing a place to stay he wandered away without an answer. Oh well.

Stop it!

This is for the dickhole "JhnzAss71" who keeps emailing me nasty things! Please stop it: