Continue reading »]]> Funny moment.

The boy asks me other day, “Daddy, why do people blog or read blogs?” He actually prefaced it with a request not to get upset. I guess he thought I might have been offended. lol He was so adorable. Anyway…

Don’t go getting irate. It was an innocent question. He has just recently started making the transition to online social/networking sites. I answered but was amused because blogging is such a pervasive part of our culture, I was surprised he honestly didn’t know.

I explained about how I got started, how it helped me, and how it has enriched my life in so many ways. He had the typical outside-looking-in look on his face but he seemed to understand. 

Give me time and I’ll convert him! heh heh

Continue reading »]]> Yeah, I’m still here I’ve just been a little busy lately and haven’t had much time to update da ole blog.  Let’s see, what have you missed?

I went down to LA over pride weekend to see the boy. I figured I’ve done pride every year for the last 7, I can miss one. Anyway, I had a very good time, to say the least. heehee I also took the opportunity to visit Universal Studios while I was there. I wasn’t overly impressed. Total tourist trap. To be fair, I didn’t visit the theme park area. That would have been more fun, I’m sure. The rest was just overpriced restaurants and trendy clothing/trinket shops. I can get that here. I did like the extra deep seats at the movie theater though.¹

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The whole Michael Jackson hysteria has me disgusted. Forgetting how it has completely obliterated coverage of any real news, I’m always amazed how selective people’s memory can be. I wonder how adoring anyone would be had it been their child he molested? And please spare me the “he is innocent” speech. I was a huge fan up until the trials. Anyone who watched with more than a passing interest came away feeling his was guilty. And just try and explain to me how an innocent man accused of such a heinous crime(s) forks over $23 million to “settle” his good name.² Yeah right!  And while I’m on my holier-than-thou horse, since when is musical talent carte blanche for a celebrity to commit crimes? I don’t have a problem w/people remembering him but lets try to keep to the truth vs fantasy. I find the similarities between the OJ & MJ trials amusing. OJ was also acquitted but everyone pointed believes he is guilty. Why is Michael Jackson any different? Is it because we dont’ want to believe? Or because our fragile egos can’t deal with the reality that popular celebrities are fallible human beings just like the rest of us.  /rant

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Work has been somewhat better as of late but still crazy busy. I’m referring to my Union duties of course. Regular work ebbs and flows constantly which is part of the reason I probably enjoy it so much. I mentioned a while back we saved our immediate jobs but there is still plenty of work to be done to make sure they stay secure. Not to mention, I still have my hands full w/daily complaints, representations, grievances, etc.  Busy busy busy.

On a side note, Thursday (my Friday) we got a misrouted VOIP call from my best friend from Houston’s hometown in Oklahoma. His hometown is only slightly larger than mine so one does not forget such things. I didn’t handle the call but it was pretty serious and it took some time just for us to track down the correct agency contact information. Contrary to belief, all PSAPs are not constantly connected.

Oh, and I am going back to 5-8’s mid month with Sat/Sun’s off. I’ll admit I was a little tempted to stay on a 4-10 shift this time. While I still struggle with my tight schedule, I’ve adjusted much better than last time. That said, my particular slot was taken so I opted to go back. I’m looking forward to longer mornings again so I can go back to longer workouts.

Speaking of working out, I’ve taken a couple weeks off from the gym, other than cardio. I strained my elbow tendon a while back and its been getting progressively worse. I need to give it some rest before I do serious damage and have to go thru some of the drama my buddy Rob did. He had to take over 6 months off from the gym. I have no desire to do that to myself by being hard-headed.

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The new roomie is completely moved in now. He seems to be adjusting well and so far its been great having him around. Even better, he paid rent w/o having to be asked! I know, shocker right? The old roomie and I still stay in touch. We were friends before being roomies and that will continue. He seems intent on staying in NYC even though he still hasn’t found work yet. I wish him luck even if I do still miss his drama at times.

I could go on and on but TiVo is calling and I’m still 4 levels away from beating the latest version of Prince of Persia on the Xbox 360. Yes, I’m still a geek. Oh, and I have some drama about the latest moto ride to share when I have more time.

1. I went to see the new Transformers. I liked it!
2. And that was a different case. I wonder how many never made the papers?

Continue reading »]]> First off, we (the Union) were able to come to an agreeable compromise last week that resulted in not only our own staffing not getting cut but also saved another 900+ jobs citywide.¹

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We had a good ride again this last Friday. We only ended up taking a couple pics. At least I don’t look like a beached whale in this one. I loved the route, we ended up going thru a lot of the windmills North of the City. I’ve always had a thing for windmills. I guess because we never had any in Texas.²

We had a our first girl join the group this last week. She was sweet and fit in well but I kind of got a kick out of how she pulled turns. I’m thinking maybe because she was so petite she has to pull her weight more to lean that big Ducati she drives. It was a bit comical watching her pull her body to the side on regular turns as if she was doing a really tight turn super fast.³ She was cool though and we had fun with her. We have another ride coming this Friday. A similar route in reverse this time. I’m stoked!

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People have been asking about the boy. Yes, I’m still enjoying being a new daddy. No, I ain’t sharing those stories.⁴ What I will say, he is as charming and endearing as ever. He always seems to put a smile on my face and a chub in m pants. What’s not to like? Seriously though, if he lived closer, I’d be in trouble.

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I got more than a few emails about the last post. Some people felt I was “attacking” religion. Two things, read it again and I don’t care. I’ve picked my side and completely comfortable with that.

1. The caveat is 2 ballot initiatives in November have to pass.
2. Texas and windmills, yeah right!
3. If you’ve ever ridden a bike, you know that you can almost do anything with a bike just by shifting your body weight.
4. They ARE juicy though.

Continue reading »]]> I made it back from Chicago last night in one piece. The flight home was mostly uneventful. I sat next to this straight couple. The guy happened to work for a company that supplies gear to police and fire personnel. I own a pair of their boots. He was already dozing by the time I sat down but the wife was a total chatty Katy. I did come away with a nice gift certificate for free gear though!

I had a good time in Chicago. Everyone seemed dramatically surprised I wasn’t staying the whole weekend for IML.¹ Well, I didn’t go for IML, I went to see the boy. I actually booked time off so I could go, but since I have yet to replace the roomie, I couldn’t really justify spending the money. Well, free airfare and a very inexpensive hotel room made it worth while.² The entire trip cost me less than 400 bucks.

I did hit a snag when I arrived at the B&B. First, there was no one to meet me. I had to go two doors down to a bar for my keys. Not the end of the world, B&B’s typically don’t have staff running onsite 24/7. The bartender was polite enough but kept getting customers and I stood there for about 15 minutes just waiting. Then, the outside door key to the hotel didn’t work. The final straw was when he opened the door to my room. The room was so tiny the rickety full-size bed totally dominated the space. Even worse, the room was smack in the middle of the living area, shared a wall with the office, and the bathroom was two doors down the hallway. Oh no no no, uh-huh, no sir, no-ma’am, no siree-bob, this would not do! I visualized my plans of some quality quiet time with the boy going down the toilet.

At this point, I can feel my temper start to rise. I take a few breaths to calm down. Its probably a character flaw but I am quick(er) to anger when something I pay for is not to my liking, especially when I feel swindled. And I definitely felt swindled. I was promised a queen or king bed with a bathroom inside the room. I was also specifically told the room was secluded and sizable. I managed to swallow my anger long enough to politely ask to have the innkeeper call me as ‘soon as she was free‘. He clearly got the message. My phone rang within 10 minutes, she was on her way back to the inn to meet me.

By the time she arrives, I’ve ticked off everything wrong with the room and was fully prepared to check out and go hunting for another hotel. She starts off with “well, I can’t always guarantee accommodations when you book thru a 3rd-party“. I’m thinking to myself, “3rd-party? How the hell was I supposed to know it was a 3rd-party? The guy said it was a ‘sister hotel’ and was intimate with the specs“. I’m literally close to boiling at this point. I don’t know if she was just being nice or could see the seething storm building on my features but she quickly offered to try and accommodate me. I’d already taken the opportunity to peruse the rest of the inn and wasn’t overly unhappy. It was pretty much as promised except for the god-awful room. Anyway, she finally gets into the computer and says there are two rooms left, one on the 3rd floor next to the kitchen and the suite. I immediately said, ‘show me the suite‘. It was “garden level” which means below ground for those not into the lingo. The room was horribly decorated in Cubs colors but was very spacious, had a king size bed, included a bathroom, and was definitely secluded. I didn’t need to see the other room, I took it. To her credit, she ate the cost difference minus a $50.00 service charge. Problem solved. I felt my anger evaporating as I quickly settled in.

The boy arrived an hour later. I’m sure I don’t need to fill-in the details from there. *eg* The deal was I got Thur/Fri with him and then he spent Sat/Sun with his friends at IML. Besides being a very sweet man, his eagerness to please was very intoxicating. The twist here is I didn’t feel the need to use that to my advantage. Just the contrary, I mixed my natural aggression, a lot of tenderness, and a little teasing together for a mixture he just could not seem to resist. heh heh heh Yeah, I’m having fun with it and so is he.

Sadly, the two days flew by and before I knew it, it was time to go our separate ways. My flight Saturday wasn’t until late so I took the opportunity to take in some of IML. Chris (my buddy Wildcuddler from twitter) was there so we hung out, had lunch and surfed the waves of men at the leather mart. It was good to see him and hang out. He did his best to get me to stay longer. I was tempted but that would cost significantly more than I wanted to spend.

After lunch, I had to make my way to the airport and head for home. The trip was totally worthwhile and I had a great time even if it was short.

1. International Mr. Leather
2. God love my friends for hooking a brother up!

Continue reading »]]> Well, its official. I’ve become a Daddy. I was ‘adopted’ by a boy this weekend. But I’m getting ahead of myself, I’ll get to that in a bit.

Warning, while not explicit, this post is also adult in nature. Click thru if you dare.

For a long while I was actually uncomfortable being referred to as a daddy.  IMHO, too many gay men today try way too hard to make themselves appear hyper-masculine instead of just being themselves. The end result is often a very laughable contradiction. I’ve often battled with the idea of masculinity because I previously fell prey to such stupid thinking and believed that I myself wasn’t masculine unless I represented the stereotype. I no longer have such illusions and no desire to mold myself into such a restrictive stereotype. That said, my interaction with the boy this weekend has clearly shown me that I have some ‘daddy’ tendencies. And even though I’ve never really felt like the stereotype, I’ve always tended to be aggressive during sex (regardless of position).

For me, sex has always been about the connection. When someone can naturally slip into a role, the energy is much more intense and I find that very erotic. I’ve always been able to tune into that energy very well. With the energy comes trust. I like knowing a guy puts his total trust in me not to hurt him.  I’m discovering said trust brings out my aggressive-but-tender side in force. You see, from my point of view sex is meant to be enjoyed by both parties and that takes a slightly different approach than the selfish “stick and shove” mentality. Having no relational aspect of pain and sex, I have no interest in inflicting pain on someone during sex. Don’t get me wrong, a little pain can be good and I clearly understand the line between the two can be blurred somewhat.  But there is a line and for myself it is a pretty clear line.  Once you reach it, the sex goes from enjoyable to not and we are done. If you continue, the outcome is not pleasant.¹

Ok, back to the weekend. A guy I met last year at the Bigmuscle party was in town from LA for the weekend. He had emailed recently, said he was coming to SF and wanted to see if I we could hang out. I didn’t think there was any real sexual interest. I just assumed we’d spend some time socializing. We met at the gym for a workout then hung out talking afterwards.

Fast forward 2 hours, we were going our separate ways, saying good bye and he gives me a very soft but passionate kiss. It surprised me as I was expecting a very typical polite kiss. This was my lead to kiss him again and again and again and again. *g* We stood on the street corner in broad daylight, oblivious to everyone around us, kissing for about 15 minutes.

The fact he was older (42 to be exact) was completely forgotten to me as it was so obvious he had the boy mentality. Not the whip and beat him sort of thing but just aggressively submissive to please me, if that makes any sense at all. I can’t really explain it but picking up on this seemed to bring the daddy-mode in me to the surface quick, fast, and in a hurry! We both had plans that evening, of which we both canceled so we could spend “time” together.²

When he arrived, his absolute eagerness and hunger was obvious. For the first time in a very long time, I found someone who’s intensity in sex equaled my own! That in itself was enough to guarantee a really hot time. The twist here is I was totally consumed with playing the daddy role for him. His raw energy was like an aphrodisiac to me and the fact he clearly wanted to be dominated and lead completely overwhelmed me.

About 10 minutes into it, he blurted out that from now on, “I was his daddy”. I took on the role without a second thought and owned it. From that moment on, I was his daddy and he was my boy. Not only that, I found myself wanting to be his daddy. There was this moment when he seemed to be almost crying he was so eager, hungry, and reaching out to me. He brought out traits in me I didn’t even know I had. And while I was my normal aggressive (and demanding) self, there was a tenderness in my approach that was very intimate for both of us. I found myself wanting to fuck, hold, please, dominate, hug, and kiss him all at the same time. Needless to say, over the next 3 hours we spent a lot of time exploring and enjoying each other (My sheets and even the padding were completely soaked in sweat). Even after the sex, we continued the roles somewhat and I couldn’t get enough of it. Nor could he it seemed. It was truly one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

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We spent time together last night and then about an hour together this morning before he left. I’m still examining the mix of emotions and desires he brought out of me. If anything, it has shown me there is more to my id than I previously thought. That will take me some time for me to analyze.

As I mentioned, he lives in LA so it isn’t like we’ll be dating or spending a lot of time together. However, we continue to talk and text since he has left and his excitement and eagerness continues unabated. For my part, I have decided to take on the mantle of being his daddy and explore where it leads me.

1. The one guy who tried to force it one time got a punch to the nose for his effort.
2. He was so cute texting me several times, each time moving the time closer and closer.