The View

I was downtown a couple of days ago, waiting to meet someone (actually, this person), when I couldn’t help but notice this man’s unusually attractive backside.

I’m afraid that’s all I have today. I mean, yes — there is the lunch date with my prisoner/ex-model, but that’s a story for another day. Maybe. That might be a story to keep for myself.

Empty

This sight makes me sad.

This chain and her pillow were the last of her things that we put away.

Oscar

Here are three extra shots of Oscar that I captured when he posed for my series, Drifters + Wanderers. They were too good not to use, so you can find them on Vir Impudicus, in the main/editorial photo gallery.

The Bulge

This was my Facebook status at one point last week: How am I supposed to concentrate on working out when there’s a hot straight guy with a ginormous dick wearing sweat pants without underwear in the weight room?

I’m still like a 14 year old in some ways. I have a pretty long list of things guys have, wear, or do that turns me on:

• Has a nice smile
• Has hairy forearms
• Rides a crotch rocket
• Doesn’t shave his happy trail
• Wears white socks
• Has a butch walk
• Plays rugby
• Plays soccer
• Plays lacrosse
• Plays baseball
• Wears a baseball cap
• Has a nice butt
• Has hairy legs
• Laughs a lot
• Uses the word, “bro”
• Drives a FedEx truck
• Enlists in the military
• Knows how to dance
• Carries his own water bottle
• Walks a dog
• Wears flip flops and jeans
• Lifts his t-shirt to reach an itch
• Winks
• Musses his hair
• Etc.

But of all that, there is one thing that turns me on faster than anything. That’s when a guy wears sweat pants or basketball shorts without underwear.

I especially like seeing guys like this in places like the grocery store or out to breakfast, when you can tell he just threw something on and walked out the door, and when he looks so casual that it’s likely he doesn’t even know that you can see the outline of his dick through his pants. This outfit, when combined with that aloof attitude, is just about the hottest thing a cute guy can do.

Hands down.

Photo in this post courtesy of Wicked Gay Blog.

Stay With Me

Here are a few photos from one of my newest shoots, called, Stay With Me. You can see the whole series on both of my websites, but I’d recommend looking here, on Vir Impudicus. Or, you can see the whole set on one page, which makes it easier to follow the story, by looking at this link.

Self Portrait

I call this photo, I Wish I Had Remembered To Wear Pants.

Motivation and Perfection

It appears that I’m going to Los Angeles/Southern California for a while at the end of September. For the past few weeks, I’ve been emailing with/talking to a guy out there (one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen, to be blunt) and he’s told me that he’d spend a weekend posing for me, plus provide me with free room and board, if I’d find a way to California.

This is definitely out of my comfort zone, but my intuition (which is rarely wrong about these things) is telling me that it’s an opportunity that I shouldn’t pass up.

Plus, being in LA will give me the chance to meet Jeremy (who publishes the magazine that’s printed my work in the first three editions), Nick (who created/published my calendar), Levi (who’s a makeup artist to the stars), and to see Seth and Scott (two of my photography mentors and dear friends, who have both moved out there).

I made a joke yesterday on Facebook saying that in order to go to California I need to lose 60 pounds in about 40 days. Yes, this is a joke — I know that’s unrealistic — but I do think a healthy month and a couple of cleansing fasts might be in order. I just need some new motivation to actually enjoy going to the gym again. Right now, I hate every minute that I spend working out, and just looking at my trainer (hot as he is, too!) makes my stomach turn.

Then I found this photo, on WickedGayBlog:

You know, I don’t expect perfection. I know that I’m too old for that, anyway. I’m never going to have abs or an ideal BMI; and I like food too much NOT to have a belly of some sort. But if I could have THIS GUY’s body, I’d be thrilled. Hell, I’d probably never wear a shirt again.

Is THAT too much to ask?

I need motivation. This photo is a good start.

Photo credit for this post: Unknown

How Things Appear

It’s ironic that the same event can have multiple perspectives. At the same time this storm was rolling into Indianapolis and killing seven people at the State Fair, Jay was driving us back home from a day trip. We followed the storm on its back side and I captured these photos from the passenger seat of a rainbow at sunset.

We had no idea that at the front of this storm, people were losing their lives.

Self Portrait at Cabin

Jay and I went to a cabin owned by two friends on the Ohio River this weekend.

Actually, we determined last night at dinner the place was really a “chateau” rather than “cabin” — five bedrooms, three stories, elevator, boat house, two kitchens . . .

Here I am, in said chateau, this morning before breakfast. This was just out of the shower, no hair product on me or coffee in me.

It was a good weekend.

Dawn, in The American People