Joshua Cactus

P is a guy with connections. Mostly connections in the porn and rent-boy industry. I am staying at his house in Fort Lauderdale and it's a very special house. First floor is cozy and inviting. Second floor is where the action happens. That's because P is the manager, scriptwriter, photographer and handy man of a live men sex site. Guys of all shapes and sizes (we are talking many inches) do their thing in front of the camera to the comments and remarks of paying viewers twice a week. On a large blue bed under the hot spotlights they come in, take off their cloths and party. All for 200$ an hour. Tonight we had a few of the employees (or models to use the professional tag) over for drinks and games. A bunch of gorgeous guys gathered, symbolizing the porn casts: the twinks, the muscle boy, the big Latino. Instead of the expected flirting around I just got curious. What makes a boy do porn? give escort services to men three times his age? After a few drinks and lots of chit chat I...

After a short shaky flight from NYC to Montreal (Do they use little planes so it will take longer and we could feel we are getting our money worth??) I met my dear friend D. We went to college together almost 15 years ago. Scary thought. The city is beautiful, large but cosy. Somewhat European with all that French around yet obviously North American. D is marrying his boyfriend of 8 years next month. It's all very hush hush as they are planning on a small family event. I guess they are not willing to expose aunt Willma to the queery bunch they usually hang out with. After spreading my stuff all over their massive loft I headed to the city center to find some adventure. It didn't take long. Montreal has a downtown stretch nicknamed "The Village". The only farm animals in this village are muscle boys, lesbos with kids and punk twinks on the prowl. Even the policemen have shorts, bikes and over developed calf muscles. That's where I met N, a cute twink now mastering...

Vienna presented an interesting dilemma. How does one cactus meet new plant life in a German speaking-early-sleeping city with no familiar faces? The gay answer was obvious, hunt online. So this is just what I did. Set up a profile on Gayromeo.com , the local Manhunt/Atraf website, put up some nice yet sexy photos (no nudity for this cac) and waited for the inbox to fill up. Messages poured in from all across the former Austro-Hungarian empire, twinks and bears, muscle queens and closeted heteros. After a careful evaluation of the key elements (face, abs, age, kinky-level, safety) I met some locals who made the visit a much better experience. It's not necessarily about sex, its about finding company in a strange land. My first online date was with a cute tall blond with killer abs and great blue eyes who knew his way in bed but also fixed my laptop. The other guy, a smallish twink, took me to a hidden local gay bar where all the hotties of the hood hide. We had a few Coronas and e...

Saunas date back to Roman time. Rare ones actually still function since. Being an amateur historian with a preference to hot guys in skimpy towels I could not resist exploring one. In the middle of the old city of Vienna, amidst herds of tourist, I knocked on a hidden door shadowed by a giant church. 16 Euros later I changed my casual attire to a less then casual little towel and found myself following a hunky down marble steps into a magical world. Archways, statues, frescoes, dry and wet saunas, two bars, a small gym and long winding secret catacombs. Small and large rooms, some with videos, popped out around every turn. The place is built on ancient Roman baths and they can be seen under a glassed walkway. Old foundations but immaculate modern sanitation make the place a real heaven. I met a cute Italian and we ventured the many secret passages and made use of some. Even the Schnitzel at the bar was yummy. Highly recommended for a few relaxing (and busy) hours in the heart of Vienn...

Oh My God. I never had better sex in my life. The guy who came up with two people in bed slightly intoxicated and highly motivated is a genius. Or if you wish the evolutionary cards were dealt particularly well for this specific couplet. If you have not experienced hours of passion with a man you couldn't have dreamed up yourself you have not experienced life.

Tomorrow is my last day at the hospital. It took a very strong will and a very broad back to endure long days and longer nights in the last 18 months. I am leaving a department where I felt at home. A different post will be dedicated to that next week. In the mean while enjoy this sexy back by Biron .

There are a few things I want from my partner. First and most important is a fine tuned recognition to what really is important to me and a real attempt to honor that. About most things I am not very picky or adamant. I'll see most movies , eat most foods, meet most people, travel almost anywhere. A good party is no better then an intimate night at home watching a DVD. But on certain issues I got my issues. Mr R failed to recognize one such issue and I was mad. Mad to the point of not wanting to see him or answer his calls for two days. Last night he came to visit, we had a talk. He was sad and taken back and hurt. We talked and then when things cleared had a long grown ups make up. Nothing beats a good old make up in the sheets.

Taken from Dieux Du Stade : Calendar 2007 . The best wall art I have and I keep telling myself he must be smart as well...