J-Porn Favorites: "GayHound Express"

Imagine This

     You're waiting at the bus stop, running late for work...yet again.  Working on your "family emergency" bit, the bus pulls up much earlier than expected.  Sweet!  You would've had a hard time explaining how you acquired a third, dead grandmother anyways.  Rushing on-board, you pay your fare and squeeze your way through the packed bus, "It must be a home game today, everyone and their-fucking-daddy's on this bus."

     Avoiding eye contact with the pervy fat man staring at you, for some reason you check to see if your wallet's still in your back pocket.  You think, "They should really limit how many people they let board at one time.  This guy's breathing on my neck."  The bus is so crowded, you can't even turnover to see who keeps grabbing your ass. 

    

Suddenly, you hear, "Yeah..."

...whispered directly into your ear...

He grabs a fistful of your hair

There isn't enough room to fight

That's when everyone on the bus proceeds to tear your clothes off

     "GayHound Express: The Molester's Bus," is the SCARIEST piece of porn, I've ever seen.  The scariest part is that my dick gets hard while watching these cute Japanese men struggle unsuccessfully.  They can't escape being fondled and stripped.  They're eventually fellated and given forced rim jobs...I've seen other gay pornography feature rape fantasy, but this one is painful to watch!  I keep thinking, to myself, "The poor boy just wants to get to work."

The worst/best part is the walk of shame after he's dropped off.

He's trying to grapple with what just happened...

He came three times against his will...

His nipples are so sore...

He hopes his boss buys his excuse...

(For the record, I am aware that NOT judging me is impossible at this point)

Xenocentrism: Japan

     For the most part, I believe that you can make incredible discoveries about a culture based off their pornography.  You gain great insight just by paying attention to...

How is the power is distributed?

How the men and women are showcased?

What kind of situational themes occur?

What part of sex is emphasized?

What body types are celebrated?

Which parts are adored?

Which body parts are ignored?

Where do they cash in the money shot?

     Think about American pornography for a minute: did a frostbiting chill run up your spine?  If you were to take a pen & pad and observed what we watch while jerking off.  Objectively, I'd assume that Americans were misogynous, typecasting and more concerned with what happens to the ejaculate than the ejaculation itself.  They sure are a pretty and eclectic group though.  These American porn stars make me forget they're getting paid, like they're fucking for the love of it.

      Unfortunately...

My theory of porno-analysis crumbles and bursts into flames when it come to Japanese porn.

     I love watching J-porn because, I'm always left saying, "huh?"  After cumming, I still sit and watch the bizarre shit they're doing.  How is it possible to incorporate gold fish, power tools and one hundred gallons of lube?  My favorite aspect about their pornography: there's less emphasis on the actors and more about the concept and theme.  They really go out their way to fully exhaust a certain scene.  It's living, sexual art!  I had to be Japanese in my past life...

For the next few days,

I will be walking you guys through some of my favorite Japanese titles!

Have you ever felt a combination of confusion and arousal?

Just a Taste: The Provocation of Proximity

 

     Scrolling through the menu, I'm looking for another slice of cheesecake to share with you. Searching for something different enough to be interesting but similar enough to be satisfying.  In a empty restaurant, our discussions seamlessly travel from topics of culture, love and life.  My offbeat humor lands wonderfully, our laughter fills the diner with life.  

     Tell me more.  You've been so many places, experienced so many things.  Remaining on the edge of my seat, your journey is served with a side fries.  Comprehensive yet dissolving, I feel like I've known you forever yet have so much more to find out.  It's amazing that our introduction lasted this long and covered so much ground.  You are so interesting.

The sunrise marks the end of our midnight snack.

The evening is sealed with a kiss

Sweet...Simple...Supple

Our lips made closed cushions

Our tongues stayed home

My erection knocked at the door of my fly

Just enough to keep me transfixed for the week to come

I got just a taste...

     I'm not used to this.  In my current mode of life, I have grown accustomed to immediate consummation.  Instant gratification.  Taking perfect strangers and devouring them completely upon meeting.  Nothing is left.  Nothing is desired.  I'm satisfied until the hunger returns.  But now, my stomach won't stop growling...I can't stop salivating.  You've been on my mind non-stop.

You've prepared a cruel concoction of hope and lust.

     What will I do to your body?  Your mind?  Once I get my hands on you, how will I prepare my feast?  You've laced my creativity with your image and I've been compiling different fashions of fucking you...loving you...worshiping you...serving you...addicting you, just so I have the chance to return with another approach.

I got just a taste of what could be

A universal flavor lingers from a single kiss

The only thing sweeter:

your absence

  The only thing more bitter:

the volumes of unfulfilled fantasies

     Scrolling through the menu, there's so many possibilities.  Perhaps I'd anoint this special occasion by ordering something different this time.  Something I've never had.  As long as it's eaten with you, any dish will be satisfying...no price is too heavy...no arrangement too conflicting.  

I've been waiting a long time for this. 

The above art is from "Saint-Cochon"

     I found this collection to be appropriate because it captures that tension that comes from close proximity.  The electricity that builds when you're close...but not touching.  I also love the picnic scene, the concept of presentation and dining is very alluring to me; they have  managed to translate the mixed feeling of delicacy and restraint.

You can view the rest of this photo set

Here

Cocaine & Caffiene: Cure for Writer's Block?

Goodbye...emerald blades of grass

Painfully bright diamonds of jagged sunshine

The sky shifts from sapphire to ruby to sexy

Brake lights pump to the beat

of his hand grabbing my crotch, chest and feet

He can't decide on which part he wants

so we change the station

because his stupid CD skips and repeats

I feel sooooo good

better than good

EXCELLENT

I want to touch their earlobes

trace their lips with my fingers

but they don't know me

they'd probably freak out!

I can't stop dancing to the rhythm

You're right, Solange, my mind IS a prism

God's light is shining through

It hurts me that nobody sees it

Excuse me, ma'am, are you fucking blind?

I'm lighting up the street at two in the morning

and you're pretending to not see me

I am not INVISIBLE!

Let go of me, Max!

She needs to see the truth

Open you eyes, Bitch!

I'm NOT high...I'm down to Earth

I'ma whup your ass if you don't let me go...

Hmm, Max, I kinda like the way you got me by the arm...

You wanna take this struggle indoors?

The New Ladies: Male Objectification

Women are admitting to being visually stimulated

Men are becoming more vain

Gay culture is becoming more mainstream

Because all of the above is happening at the same time.

Men have become sex objects!

     Everywhere I look, my eyes indulge in six pack abs...bulging biceps...perfectly trimmed stubble...sexy scowls...boyish beauties...suggestive lumps...alpha-grade masculinity at it's most polished.  Men are becoming objectified to the point where athletic, firm asses are selling watches.  Well defined quadriceps are marketing tools for sunglasses.  Rock hard pecs are putting big breast out of business.

     The downside: I've never been so self-conscious.  I am caring about things I normally wouldn't give two fucks about.  Do I have a normal or oily complexion?  How can I add more sheen to my hair?  What's a reasonable price for a partial Brazilian wax?  For the first time, I'm considering manicures and "shape enhancing" undergarments.  Could this be why women hate being objectified?  It does make life a bit more complicated. 

It's all fun and games...

Old men drooling at the sight of you naked

Cougars begging to drink from your fountain of youth

Getting mangoes & honey eaten off your torso on a weekly basis

...until your metabolism slows down!

I spending my Monday nights chained to a Stairmaster

I've grown accustomed to praise and worship

Free dinners followed by foot rubs

Shit!

Maybe it's the free sushi that's making me fat in the first place?

It's a vicious cycle!

     I can't be a mere admirer.  I can't be the average slob jerking off to people who are actually hot.  I'll pay for the annual gym membership, the subscription to Men's Health; because I want to hold on to my place in the world.  It's the inside that count, alright.  That's what the infinite fiber shakes and enemas are for!  I have to be black and magnificent on the outside and pink and sweet on the inside; at all times!

     The pressure becomes too much sometimes; I miss the days when being gainfully employed bested the biggest dicks on the block.  All the muscle in the world couldn't compete with health benefits and a 401k plan.  

Too bad I can never go back

My nerve endings will never allow it

I can't even achieve an erection without free drinks and shrimping
Shit!

Creative Conflict: Beauty vs. Art

     This is happening too often.  I search online for art that inspires me or supports the overall concept of my thoughts.  Maybe I'm old school, but I like my art painted or if it's photography, I appreciate photos with an artistic direction.  But lately, I've been coming across more and more glamour; more and more pieces of "art" which entire value is supported by the beauty of it's subject.  It's getting to me.

The difference between art and beauty:

One compels you to find out who's in front of the camera.

The other reminds you: there's someone on the other side of the lens.      

     I appreciate beautiful people, maybe more than most.  I praise circumferences, symmetry and luster.  I worship at the temple of flesh, muscle, bones, hair, teeth, cocks, breast, asses.  Although I'm constantly entranced by the human form; I am starting to miss one of the most important parts of the body: the soul.  Flipping through pages of people posing and pointing their best feature forward; I'm growing jaded.  Scrolling through several blogs, I'm growing weary of the laundry list of hot guys and girls.  I get it: they're beautiful.

Can't we do more with a six pack?

Aren't there other qualities to black skin beyond it's blackness?
Where's the creativity?

Valentine's Day Plush

     Ever since watching Marilyn Manson's "Tainted Love"; I've had this fixation on sexy bodies with mascot heads.  Maybe it's because bunny rabbits can't talk? Or it's the perfect combination of cute and sexy?  I don't know why, but I'd love to have someone dress up for me...

     My ultimate fantasy is to get really ripped and in shape and troll around San Francisco wearing only combat boots, a jock strap and giant Teddy Bear head...That would be so awesome!  Going to the clubs and dancing my ass off.  Hitchhiking.  Fun times had by all!

(I LOVE JACK! He's makes me happy...I bet you he's hung like a horse!)