Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Victorious

We just had the official kickoff weekend for Canadian summer, Victoria Day long weekend. I always have a bit of a giggle with Brits when talking about this, as we have a statutory holiday for a British monarch here in Canada while the Brits do not. Weird.

The weather on Vic Day long weekend is always tricky, it can either be absolutely gorgeous (like in 2015), or a complete washout as we experienced this year.

Mr P and I went up to Shadow Falls for our debut weekend with the Eagle 5. As you recall, Mr P and our friend Brian flew to Regina, Saskatchewan last weekend to pick up my dad's old RV, who offered it to us. Mr. P spent part of last week at camp unpacking and setting things up, and this weekend was our first chance to get at some of the projects we wanted to work on. However....the rains started on Saturday and really didn't stop until Monday morning. Needless to say, we didn't get a lot done other than drinking, eating and visiting. We wanted to build steps for the main door in the RV to make things a lot easier for Mr. P. We are planning on building up the front area of the RV site as a reception area and build a small retaining wall in the back in order to fit a 10' x 10' gazebo with gas firepit and the sling off to the side, and a new spot for the BBQ in the mid-area. There's a lot of work to do! We have some mechanical issues as well; the pilot light/water heater keeps shutting off after 20 minutes or so (currently investigating), there are a few leaks through window seals (to be expected in a 32 year old RV I suppose), and the main awning is pooched. A new one would be super expensive but we'll figure something out eventually. It's all going to be a new (money pit) work in progress! LOL

All in all, the weather was wet and cold. I felt pretty bad for the tenters - most abandoned the camping weekend and headed back to the city on Sunday however some hardier partiers stayed until Monday. I have to say this RV living with a roof over your head certainly makes for an easier experience! I think Mr. P is heading up again this week. I have to work Friday evening and Rubberswim is coming to visit Vancouver for a few days starting on Thursday so hopefully I can show him around town a bit on the weekend.

We had a bit of fun over the weekend. Mr P and I played with a buddy a bit on Friday and Saturday nights, and some of the guys were getting hot and heavy in T and K's hot tub next door. That hot tub is a slut magnet! Hahaha....Mr. P wants to get one now too.

Official opening of the new Shadow Falls bridge to the new campsite annex...in the rain
We played Cards Against Humanity on Sunday night with a bunch of friends and got back into the city on Monday around 4pm. I had talked to ltxj about playing a bit on Monday night instead of going to trivia. He agreed to come over around 6 after I told him that Wardog was coming over and I wouldn't be able to go over to his place. Ltxj and I put on rubber....he just wanted a fuck so I obliged. He came hands-free first, then came again before heading home. Wardog and I spent the rest of the evening in each other's holes. He claims to have hit another depth record while fisting on our hands and knees....I guess we'll find out more as we're planning to do the same again tonight!

Rubberswim shows up on Thursday....I'm looking forward to some hard-core rubber play this weekend with him. We are planning on going to the inaugural Bawdyhaus at the Hindenberg on Saturday night. Rubberswim wants to wear exposed chaps....I have no problem supporting him on this preference. I love wearing my chaps out! :D

So the following weekend, June 4 is supposed to be the VRM June meet at PJ. I'm seriously considering skipping the next two - June 4 and July 2 - to go camping. Only because the following weekend on June 11 is the Rubbout volunteer BBQ and the weekend after that is the VML Whistler weekend, so if I don't go on June 4 weekend, I won't be back up at Shadow Falls again until June 24....far too long. So, I think I'm going to forego hosting the VRM meet for a few months for my personal life. Wow, what a concept!

It should be an interesting couple of weeks. Hopefully there will be lots of rubber and play in store.


Monday, May 23, 2016

Friday, May 20, 2016

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Latexskin Order

I'm about to order a new Latexskin suit. I'm thinking one of their two-piece models...I don't want to have to deal with the issues I had with the face-entry catsuit though I would love a one-piece. I'm wary of a neck entry...I'm torn, I'm sure I could get a 0.4mm neck entry and that would be fine, but once again I think a two-piece will be a lot more utilitarian and I go need a new pair of simple style leggings. What do you think? What color should I go for? Silver? Black? Something completely different?




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Artist Spotlight: Руббер Бой/Rubberboy

Once again, I want to feature Rubberboy's art. His sketching and illustrating is sooo good! He's a very talented artist and I look forward to continuing to enjoy his new art as he produces it. He really knows how to capture the sexiness and masculinity in his drawings.

Check out his Tumblr at http://gayfetishpetrozavodsk.tumblr.com/



















Tuesday, May 17, 2016

I’m A Gay Man Who Loves Sex (And Here’s Why That’s Suddenly A Problem)

Noah Michelson
Editorial Director, The Huffington Post Voices

Oh the hours — the afternoons! The days! The weekends! — I have spent looking for and having sex. And oh the incomparable joy it’s brought me!

But you’re not really that shocked, are you? Of course you’re not. After all, gay men have always had a bit of a reputation when it comes to sex. And why not? Unbridled by the restraints of “traditional” relationships and (until very recently) solely straight institutions like marriage and the nuclear family, we’ve long enjoyed the pursuit of sexual relations whenever, wherever, however and with whomever we could get our sweaty gay mitts on.

Even in the face of AIDS, which has ravaged our community and caused so many gay men — myself included — to tragically equate sex with death, we didn’t stop looking for opportunities to get off, we just found ways to do it more safely.

No, pleasure has never been a dirty word for us, though many of our straight counterparts (who are, let’s admit, equally interested in the same wondrous carnal arts but, thanks to our society’s sturdy puritan mores, remain unable or forbidden to indulge in them or at the very least admit they secretly do indulge in them) may wish it otherwise.

And in some ways, I’m actually fine with that. As much as I want straights to join us in ushering in a brave new age of sexual liberation, I understand that change takes time and that thanks to a whole bunch of heady terms (think: religion, sexism, patriarchy) it’s not as easy for them to partake in sex the way that gay men historically have.

But you know what I can’t understand, and furthermore, won’t stand for? Other gays playing sex police — and it’s starting to happen more and more.

Example A: A New York Times article entitled “Chelsea’s Risque Businesses“ from earlier this year, which highlights a number of gay parents living in what is perhaps one of the most famously gay neighborhoods in the world and who are now lamenting the fact that their children have to grow up just feet away from sex shops.

Some in the article worry about the storefronts’ mannequins with their “bulging crotches,” condoms strewn across the neighborhood’s sidewalks and the daunting task of having to explain ads for a lubricant called “Boy Butter” to their kids. But here’s a radical idea: How about instead of demonizing sex and the people who are looking for it and having it, we demonize our society that labels the sight of a bulging crotch (plastic or otherwise) as indecent and embarrassing and threatening. And, if you’ll permit me just one more humble suggestion, how about we tell our kids exactly what Boy Butter is and why it exists and stop acting like it’s something to be ashamed of? (I’ll save my full rant about sex education for another time.)

Now that we can get married and queer people having children is becoming more and more accepted, it seems we’ve forgotten that sexual liberation has always been, in my mind at least, a cornerstone of queer liberation. And it seems some queers think we’ve just been having all of this sex and pushing back against all of these sexual boundaries for all of these years as just another way to pass the time until we could become just like straight people. Like, “Hmm. We can’t get married yet. What should we do in the meantime? Needlepoint? Nah. Competitive baking? No. Oh, I’ve got it! Let’s get off!”

As if the New York Times article isn’t bad enough, earlier this week, in an op-ed for Elite Daily, Thomas Caramanno felt compelled to rail against “certain gay men who objectify other men and change sex partners as frequently as their 2(x)ist underwear” and who are giving a bad name to the gay men who “are currently in, or are actively pursuing, romantic relationships, [and] revere notions of monogamy and family.”

Caramanno is disturbed by “the male gaze” and the way that he has been groped in gay clubs and “eyed by guys the way a hungry CrossFitter stares down a packet of bacon” (which, if you ask me, sounds pretty hot) but most shocking to him is that he’s “been told by some men that this behavior is normal, acceptable and even desirable” (oh boy, he’s just going to love this piece, isn’t he?).

Ultimately, he wants us to “strive to attach a different kind of value to sex, one that does not use it as the sole basis of our collective identify and mode of communication,” which, when you peel away the hyperbole (because, as much as I love sex, it’s obviously not the sole basis of my identity or mode of communication), is essentially exactly what so many of our straight counterparts want from us. And he’s not alone. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve heard other queers saying things like “isn’t it time we grow up and stop wearing jock straps on Pride floats?” or “how are we supposed to demand equal rights if we can’t stop being so promiscuous?” And all of that kind of thinking is... well... aside from reeking of sexphobia and internalized homophobia... just plain gross.

I believe sex is a gift that allows us to connect with others (and ourselves) for a night, for a lifetime or just for 25 minutes during our lunch break. I believe sex and pleasure are nothing short of magical and transformative. I believe queer people have been appointed by some higher power to help change the way that our society thinks about sex. And I refuse to believe that just because queer people are increasingly being folded into the mainstream, we should give up fighting for all of the things we’ve been fighting for all these years. The goal has never been to get the same rights as non-queer people so we could be just like non-queer people, even though some, like Caramanno, might argue otherwise. We’re supposed to be leading by example and showing that sex is not scary, sex is not dirty, sex doesn’t need to be with just one partner and in a healthy, happy society, sex should be an important and inspiring way of connecting with one another. If I had it my way we’d have sex shops in every neighborhood right next to the local McDonald’s and we’d talk about sex in every school and we wouldn’t give films with sexual content NC-17 ratings while slapping PG-13 ratings on mindnumbingly violent films.

But for those of you who are already headed to the comments section below to tell me you love sex, you just think it’s something that should be kept private, that’s fine. I don’t need to see you on XTube being bent over your Ikea coffee table (though I’ll watch if you want to send me a link). But there’s a difference between privacy and a refusal to accept, understand and discuss sex as the natural, beautiful (and, yes, ridiculously hot and thrilling and sometimes raunchy) event it should be.

Can you be queer and want a monogamous relationship and two kids and a chocolate labradoodle curled up at the end of your bed where you have sex once a week in the missionary position after the 10:30 rerun of “Seinfeld” has aired? Of course you can. And I’m still fighting for your right to be able to do that. Sexual liberation comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes and flavors and we should all be able to do whatever we want (as long as everyone involved is consenting and no one is being hurt — unless they are asking to be). But the second you start telling me that I’m a bad guy — and what’s more, a bad gay — if I don’t “revere notions of the family and monogamy,” we’ve got a big problem.

So, let’s make a deal: I won’t ask you to have more sex with more people or have sex the same way that I have sex or wear a jockstrap in public or visit a sex shop or try Boy Butter. But you have to stop telling me and everyone else that it’s unsavory to want sex simply for sex’s sake or how it is or isn’t OK to find it or how often it’s OK to want it and with whom and where. When you do that, you’re buying into the same broken nightmare we’ve been fighting against for years. Instead, let’s welcome the stunning progress that we’ve recently made with open arms and unzipped pants. We can get married, we can have children, we can be upstanding members of society and we can still happily and proudly get our brains fucked out as hard and as often as we want by as many people as we want without being blamed for ruining everything for everyone.

OK? OK!

Monday, May 16, 2016

Friday, May 13, 2016