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Hate (2 of 3)

Hate (2 of 3)

This post comes with a heavy heart because I write it about someone I considered a friend. In a way, we were loosely business partners, as I supported his products on my website. Business changed in the last couple of years and, growing vocal protests over me, forced my friend into an untenable position.

Or so it’s conveyed to me.

Look, I know there’s a bunch of flakes online and I’m all about exposing catfish Open-New-Window-External. And people lie. You can’t tell liars via e-mail or Twitter. But I have no reason to believe Jeff is telling a fib, as this issue has developed. I sort of feel sorry for the guy.

I’m also sorry Jeff couldn’t find the strength to stand up.

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Those of you online, especially on Twitter, will recognize Jeff as Str8Cam. He’s a hot, muscular straight guy who jacks off online to what was once thousands of horny admirers.

Those numbers have dwindled since the rise of Xtube.com, Tumblr.com and other free sources of porn. Jeff needed another source of income and since his gay-for-pay philosophy extended only so far as jerking off, he landed on a potential gold mine in the form of a lubricant that looked like, felt like and smelled like cum.

Jeff began marketing it at Str8Cam Lube.

Now Jeff isn’t the first to come up with such a thing. Bad-Dragon.com Open-New-Window-External, which offers unusually shaped dildos, also offers its own CumLube (even before Jeff). I’d ordered from them. But Jeff — being directly supportive of a the gay community despite his own disappointing heterosexuality — caused me to switch it up.

Being that I’m a barebacker (and many of my readers are fans of the raw sex and like some spunk), Jeff created a fan base for his product, which he started a second line called SpunkLube to attract a straighter audience.

In the course of my writings, I explain how Jeff’s product might be used as a tool in deceptive practices. By the way, I’ve also discussed the use of many other brand name products including Durex Rainbow Colored CondomsDurex Rainbow Condoms, Vaseline, etc., in similar methods.

Jeff didn’t know I included him. Neither did Bad Dragon nor Durex.

When Jeff started getting harassed, it was brought to his attention. He e-mailed me and I added a statement to the “offending” page Opens new window of a page on this blog.

Threats continued against Jeff and his products. Even though his products are condom safe (and plenty of lube makers create condom-unfriendly lubricants), Jeff is being punished for something I’ve written.

Jeff has asked me to take my posts down. He’s asked me to remove reference to his products. I won’t.

What I am doing is explaining to you all, dear readers, how someone has been unfairly maligned for something that they have no right to be.

Jeff-Str8CamJeff is a public figure and he gets naked and jerks off on camera practically daily. And while I may be suggesting his product be misused, it’s no different than someone not following the recipe on the back of a Duncan Hines cake box or playing Monopoly with my own set of rules.

Why people have chosen to single-out Jeff, I have no idea. It makes me wonder if there’s some retribution because Jeff, in his non-judgmental approach to all gays — even barebackers. He chats with us all on Twitter.

While I don’t make a dime from this, allow me to suggest you all still support Jeff. But please, do not purchase Str8Cam Lube Open-New-Window-External or SpunkLube Open-New-Window-External from a store. Purchase it directly from Jeff’s websites. And if you’re really feeling generous, join his jerk-off website at Str8Cam.com Open-New-Window-External.

If it upsets you a little too much, consider purchasing Bad Dragon’s CumLube Open-New-Window-External instead. It’s practically the same thing.

And if you’re one of the bullies fucking around with this muscleman’s wallet, fucking stop it.

Postscript

Show Jeff some love. Follow him on Twitter and tell him you support him, his products and his right to sell to whomever he pleases. And if you’re a barebacker, let him know that too. His Twitter name is @Str8Cam Follow on Twitter.

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How I Performed on My 2012 Resolutions… FUCK!

How I Performed on My 2012 Resolutions… FUCK!

12 Resolutions for 2012 Opens a new window from this blog and I’m five for 12, or there abouts. A few of my resolutions were rather vague. Let’s step through them one by one and see where I fucked up.

porn12. Fuck a Porn Star

For the third year running, this has been on my list and for the third year, fucking hell, it’s failed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’ve met porn stars virtually who promise they’d let me fuck them but it never happens that we’re in the same town. In fact, I’ll tell you a couple of secrets. I got so desperate last year to fulfill this I gave a particular porn star (who I’ll be kind and won’t name him) gifts that amounted to enough to warrant him a promise to fulfill this particular desire.

As you know, porn stars are always good on their word.

Not.

This particular person ended up not fulfilling my desires despite the promise and, well, my payments went unfulfilled.

Another porn star, who does condom-only porn, visited Atlanta and said while he won’t get fucked raw, he does fuck raw. I decided I’d get bottomed. Then he searched my e-mail and, well, he said he’d fuck me raw but pull out to cum.

What’s the use in that?

I’m getting closer but not quite there.

 

11. Meet My Meat (and Boy, Did You Ever)

This one I’ll give myself because, despite passing 45 years of age — just this side of ancient in the gay world — I fucked so much ass this year, I’m sure if it had been cunts, about 30 baby Marks would have been in various stages of gestation. Based on my calculations, I bred close to 250 asses including many in Georgia and California. Of course, I happened to breed several dotted all over including Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and Texas.

Next year, I hope to do more traveling with a new job and breed even more in a lot more states. I really hope to hit New York City, Chicago and Seattle.

 

surfer10. More Asian Invasion

Rice was nice this year. Fucking hell if I didn’t get a lot more of the delicacy. Thanks to my travel west, I saw much more Asian ass. In fact, the exotic ass lined up for my might white cock.

Okay, so my cock is 7 inches. But to a tight-ass Asian, it’s perfect.

Highlighting the Asian ass I took has to be the Asian surfer Opens a new window from this blog and the Las Vegas mystery man Opens a new window from this blog, both included in the best fucks of 2012 Opens a new window from this blog. But much more ass sat on my cock in 2012 to make it an Asian invasion year.

Arigato, although that’s just the Japanese version of “Thank You.” There’s so many Asian flavors to say thanks, I’d spend too much time figuring them out.

 

my-trainer9. Shape It Up

Yea, fuck that. My lovely, tragically straight trainer abandoned me and I never found someone to replace him. Therefore I lost momentum in the gym and never quite returned and boosted up my starting point in 2011.

 

8. Shocking Myself

Yea. Not going to happen. Nothing too kinky for me.

 

7. Tattoo Time

Yes, I did it. On my right calf. Exactly what I wanted. Hurt like hell.

 

boy-grindr6. Curb the Curmudgeon

The photo to the right is the boy I wrote about last year, perhaps on a whim. Turns out he violated one of the most important issues for which I require for all those I fuck Opens a new window from this blog and he lied about it Opens a new window from this blog.

This year happened to be the year of men lying a lot to me, especially as I had to write about catfish Opens a new window from this blog more and more. The term “catfish” Link Opens in a New Window comes from the documentary of the same name and refers to those who lie about themselves, normally creating an elaborate persona. For a catfish, being dishonest about one issue isn’t enough. One must create a complete world.

I’ve had too many catfish this year to pin up the curmudgeon. I doubt everyone.

 

5. Roll on Rollercoasters

I got a few in but not enough.

 

4. Occupy the Obvious & 3. Punch Back

Well, Obama won and all is right with the world. Right?

Fuck that.

My job is a hellish nightmare and the condom Nazis continue their assault, with even more cyber-attacks on my website Opens a new window from this blog and worse. How disappointing. The effort to get a job in an accepting environment continues to elude me and, well, punching back has only left me bloody and bruised. Standing up for my rights doesn’t seem to work.

 

2. Mentoring a Man-Boy & 1. Connect

I made strides in this area and might make some more, but still haven’t found one dedicated to sticking to getting to know me and letting me getting to know them. I’ve met a few, even had coffee here or there. But nothing has clicked yet and made it work.

I’ll start texting someone and suddenly the enthusiasm will fall off on their part — not mine — even before we meet. Do they expect me to be all about the fuck all the time? No. It’s sometimes boring. Their loss.

As for the mentoring piece, I speak with many who think it’s just me fucking them. Maybe offering a tip or two then moving on. I think that’s why the bottoms of today truly fail me.

Mentoring is a long-term process. I guess men think they can get all they advice they need off the Internet these days (and goodness knows I provide a lot of sexual advice here with poppers Opens a new window from this blog, gloryhole etiquette Opens a new window from this blog, stealthing tips Opens a new window from this blog, bottom commandments Opens a new window from this blog, sleazy Atlanta Opens a new window from this blog and much more.

I see mentoring as a more personal guide, seeing what this person’s attributes are and exploiting them for that person’s personal gain.

Oh well.

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Improvements at Atlanta’s Inserection Adult Bookstore

Ground Floor Layout of Inserection Cheshire Bridge Atlanta

After my last update on Inserection Opens a new window from this blog this summer, I wondered if the adult bookstore would recover. Surprisingly, the recovery has happened and it’s much better.

It’s not perfect. The air conditioning works, the beds in the hook-up rooms have been repaired and the seeming dominance of meth addicts appears to have lessened.

I doubt it’s the $1 addition to the cover (now $11 to get in on weekdays). Maybe the door people are better trained or recognizing the addicts.

The crowd seems still too top-heavy, although I’ve kept to breeding except for an occasional abortion Opens a new window from this blog. In fact, I’ve got a good couple of entries I need to write up soon including a raw fuck in the darkroom on the ground level and a beautiful married man upstairs in a hook-up room.

I post to Craigslist when I head to Inserection and I always get four or five e-mails from locals asking what to expect. I usually refer them to this website. To expand upon reviews and update, I wanted to provide a little more information including a couple of “maps” of the ground floor and upper level.

You can read the updated review and learn more Opens a new window from this blog.

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Beware the Haunting of Gay Ghosts

Beware the Haunting of Gay Ghosts

These Gay Ghosts… The Continuing Bullshit over Photos, Honesty and Me

Of late, I’ve been so lucky to engage with some interesting conversations. The introduction of Kik Opens a new window from this blog as an option to get in touch with me produced many more inquiries along with the normal production of e-mails and other messaging. Generally, I’m grateful.

But yet again, I get a message that just sends me over the edge. It seems to be a frequent of late.

“How old are you?”

Visiting my blog (where you are right this very moment unless you’re reading a feed), just click the About Me Opens a new window from this blog page in the navigation. All my basics appear there. My age and stats. None inflated or improved to make me seem younger, weigh less or more athletic or hung than I actually am. The cock pics are mine. The avatar pic on Twitter is me.

It’s so fucking easy.

However, because I put myself out there, so many people expect that I shall continue to give and give and give with no expectation of anything in return. As people get in touch, many begin with a barrage of questions (again, some available answers online) but mostly with an expectation that I shall give them a personal rendition of everything about me.

No fucking way.

Even as I get to know people, we’ll exchange a little and I’ll mention things like my next post about my last hook-up has gone online. I’ll get a response inquiring about what happened. I’ll let them know it’s ONLINE.

“I know, but I’d rather hear it from you.” Or, my favorite. “I just don’t want to open my browser.”

What? You’re too fucking lazy to open your browser and type, “iblastinside.com”?

I even get asked for people to send them a link.

WTF?

I actually enjoy meeting the people who read my stuff and getting to know them. But if it just doesn’t chap my ass (and currently, my ass is chapped Opens a new window from this blog thanks to one hook-up) that people won’t share a single iota of themselves back. Or they share just enough.

I’m not exactly your everyday porn producer and I don’t have the backing of any major studio. I do this myself. I’ve had death-threats from what I’ve posted — some may be legitimate and some possibly not serious. Over time, I’ve used my gut to weed out the liars.

But in the last couple of years, the sophistication of those who develop online personas has indeed risen to a level worthy of any fictional novel.

I wrote of my Catfish in Las Vegas Opens a new window from this blog (you need to see the documentary “Catfish”  Link Opens in a New Window to truly get the reference, spoiler alert if you click the link), but he hasn’t been the only one to fool me. A retired woman in late 2009 and early 2010 provided quite an elaborate scheme, duping me and several others, using photographs and the voice of an underaged employee to assist in the con. I had several entries a while back but took them down since they exposed the young man and the woman’s family including her grandchildren.

Many others have come along and I’ve rejected outright.

As I’ve written about hot or not photography Opens a new window from this blog and the lies men tell Opens a new window from this blog, I’ve got a strong bullshit meter now.

Fuck if it’s not going off all the fucking time now.

The excuses are a lot of the same and some new ones. The new one that just gets me — coming from youthful (but legal) 19-year-olds to 25-year-olds: I have anxiety about taking my own photo.

Take a Xanax.

I’ve been chatting with this one hottie via Kik in Chicago. Or he says he’s in Chi-town. He sends me photos of people he fucks. Photos of his roommate. Of his roommate’s half brother. But when it came to sending a photo of himself, fuck if suddenly he had an anxiety attack and couldn’t send.

For another guy, this one in D.C., I get a limited number of photos. Three maximum. Then he become indignant about providing more, being insulted if I ask for additional images as if I am somehow asking for them to send me $1,000.
These guys haven’t hesitated to send me photos of with whom they fuck around. In some cases, the images will have come from amateur websites, blogs or Twitter accounts. Of course, my own photos are being used by others. We cannot stop that. There’s a guy in Pennsylvania who uses my cock pic in his Manhunt profile and, quite frankly, short of driving to Manhunt and whipping it out, there’s no way of proving it’s mine.

They lie and speak of others stealing their identity.

How to prove it?

It’s like a family whose loved one has keep kidnapped. I need “proof of life,” so I generally ask for an unusual photo that they might not have handy. For example, get me a photo of yourself in your underwear, showing both nipples, shooting a bird with your left hand in your bathroom mirror.

The only problem is if they’ve got another source for photos — meaning another guy on the hook like you — they can get you one quick from him. Your best bet is to establish where they or are some interesting fact prior to the photo — like the kind or color of underwear they’re wearing.

For one of mine, the underwear changed color

Still, those aren’t the only excuses one gets. Today, I received one of the most unusual: I can’t send or receive photos or visit your website until after 5 p.m.

Seriously, what the fuck?

He claimed to know nothing about me so it was “fair” for us to discuss everything because we both knew nothing about the other.

Even if his little story were true, as soon as the clock struck 5, he’d be able to find a whole shit lot about me.

Another bottom told me yesterday that his Grindr wouldn’t allow him to upload photos. I mentioned e-mail probably worked. He didn’t think about that. But no volunteer to send since he was “discreet.” I could drive 20 miles to his place and see his offer and, if I didn’t like, I could leave.

I met a local the other day for coffee who had a similar situation. The gentleman invited him over and he drove (get this) 42 miles one way. When he arrived, the man opened the door: Unshaven, unbathed and in a bathrobe.

That wasn’t the worst part.

The man unfortunately had some medical condition that forced him to use a colostomy bag Link Opens in a New Window. All of these were issues neglected to be mentioned. And the fucking asshole hoped that the bad medical condition would call out for a pity fuck. He didn’t get one.

I call bullshit on people without pictures.

Bullshit about viruses eating all your images is just that — bullshit. Your computer crashing and taking everything, same thing.

You’re talking to someone who knows enough to know a lie.

You don’t know how to attach and send an image? GET THE FUCK OFF THE INTERNET.

As for using a work phone or someone monitoring your phone, um, don’t be a damn idiot about that too. You’re e-mailing or messaging me on it. And just keep in mind, I now have the number. I could call or message at inopportune times and tell whoever answers what’s going on with you.

If you’re going to give excuses, then expect to be getting fucked some other way by me.

Moreover, the clear text messages or e-mails from that same damn phone will get you into a whole lot more trouble than sending G-rated images of yourself.

For all the gay ghosts, the fakes who love to trick me, there are those who are real and don’t mind being on the up and up. Like this Midwestern guy who’s just plain slutty and doesn’t mind letting me know it. We shoot the shit, Skype, text, whatever. And someday I’ll fuck him. Breed him. Put him into my camp of those carrying around my DNA.

Do you have to be 19 years old and a twink? No. He’s not. And every time I talk with him, he gets hotter. He doesn’t have to make shit up. He can tell me about his fucked up hook up or he can show me the video of his really hot breeding.

I’m not summoning a spirit with him. He’s real.

               

There will be a follow-up piece Opens a new window from this blog for my little Chicago friend and just for him. 

What Gay Porn Needs

What Gay Porn Needs

Do you pay for porn?

Let’s be honest. You probably don’t. Oh maybe you’ve got a monthly membership somewhere or you do a pay-per-view every once-in-a-while, but paying for porn? Naw.

When’s the last time you bought a DVD?

2008?

DVDs are going the way of the compact disc, which is almost as dead as the cassette, which is fading like vinyl records, which has almost met the fate of eight-tracks. Some of you kids out there probably never even heard of eight-tracks or can imagine a day when your song actually got interrupted to switch tracks (not that you even know what a “track” is). You probably don’t even recall having to buy a whole album in order to get that one song you liked.

Lordy, I’m getting old. And my brain is getting addled and off track itself. Getting back to the point.

Porn needs a reboot.

I don’t mean we need it in 3-D IMAX or hook up our Fleshlight to a USB port. Porn needs to change.

Look, I love porn like everyone else. I’ve watched as Treasure Island Media and other places try to capture the magic of “Dawson’s 20 Load Weekend” by adding more loads and more hot guys and more dirty talk. Or just film more scenes and put them out there. More niches for the fetishes that drive people to pay a little. We think that foot or diaper or foot-in-diaper fetish might get more people interested.

Look at the explosion of Tumblr, XTube and whatnot, though. It’s all free. Fucking free. No one wants to pay.

Essentially, I am a porn website. Sure, I have a little more than porn on here, but getting guys to jerk off is what drives thousands of people every day to click on one of the iBLASTinside websites (including this blog, the Bareback Brotherhood Opens a new window from this blog website and the BarebackWiki Opens a new window from this blog). I’ve added some advertising to see if I can recoup some of the cash I’ve expended to assist in my own little adventure.

[alert style=”green”]<b>Do you know how much I make?</b>

<sarcasm on>Oh I’m rolling in the dough.</sarcasm off>

Annually, I get a little more than $300 from advertising. The cost to run everything? In excess of $750 annually. That doesn’t include the time investment. And let me be clear about that time investment. The time I spend writing is mostly for me and a kind of catharsis and relief. However I spend several hours every month maintaining the sites working to stay ahead of the ever-evolving cyber-attacks.

In other words, this is not a lucrative adventure. BBBH, the Wiki and this doesn’t even break even. [/alert]

Thankfully, my sites garner enough attention and I get enough satisfaction to keep me up and going. Moreover, it’s from this place and my perch that I can sense what is needed.

While the DVD goes the way of the dodo bird and for-pay porn slowly descends, I can tell you my little ad adventure isn’t working out. In my other so-called “real life” career in marketing, I can tell you that advertising in the traditional way doesn’t gain the attention from consumers it did in “Mad Men” days. Further, consumers distrust advertising more and more. Even in the digital realm, getting a consumer to “click” on an ad is close to impossible.

How can gay porn get the viewing audience to tune back in and actually pay for it?

Creating Demand

Demand must come at a level where the consumer is willing to part with some of that cash. That means more than insert tab A into slot B.  Demand is an emotion and, while lust works on many levels, it’s amorphous when considering just as good-looking men reside for free a few other places on the Internet.

One must combine that lust with other craving emotions to drive consumers to pay to view.

Multi-Use Content

Porn companies would take the moments and snap photos and, of course, write a scene-by-scene description of the action.  Reusing this content allowed extra cost benefit to the bottom line.

But multiple uses for the same content doesn’t have to be different mediums. There’s other options to using content and reaching different and new audiences.

Cum-Generating Performance

Porn really is about the viewer shooting his wad and then tuning out. Treasure Island Media sort of figured this out by adding the cum scenes onto the DVD as a separate feature. Now with online porn, everyone moves the slider or we watch 1½-minute videos with what we want. We get bored with sucking for half an hour before the fucking starts.

Then there’s sites like mine. Men read mine for the story, the plot, the set-up. Today’s porn doesn’t really bother any more with the shitty concepts of the pizza delivery man or cousin sleepover, although we all seem to want it.

Porn must bring back the plot (but not in a crappy acting way) and make men cum but not before it’s time. And if men only have 1½ minutes and want to squeeze one out to our content, we must know how to provide that.

Keep Coming Back

The way porn worked is by a loyalty system. Men become loyal to a studio, to an actor or to a director (or perhaps some combination thereof). A love of everything mega-bottom Dawson or anything from Treasure Island Media or super UK director Liam Cole. Generating enough content to keep consumers jacking means a close to impossible situation because capacity is only so much.

That’s why people by droves have switched over to XTube. Now finding people to whom they sort of like and can subscribe, the content is delivered as soon as another crappy video gets posted.

Admittedly, some videos aren’t that crappy.

Put the Formula Together

I know I’m being vague. It’s on purpose because I’ve got solutions (multiple) that could create a lucrative experience and reboot gay porn. Fuck, let’s call it adult-oriented entertainment.

If I type it all here, some fucker at some studio would take it, put his spin on it and run with it. Ideas can’t be copyrighted or patented. I can’t get a payday by giving it all away.

It’s time porn step it up and someone in it decided that pushing the boundaries was time. We need a change.

I have what gay porn needs.

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