experimental beach pics

It's fun to get a group that likes to take pictures, and is willing to try everyone's ideas. With digital photography its nice because one can click away and sample hundreds of images. Then delete the many that didn't work, flatter, or impress. And keep the ones that actually turned out, whether by intention or fluke. Above I'm trying some new editing software that puts a little haze and glossy coloration on the photo.

Naturally there's usually some either shy individuals, or not-amused-with-the-picture-taking folks. Sometimes they'll agree to take a few photos so that I can be in them too.

I recently went to an erotic art show that was amazing. Among the many things that intrigued me was the close-ups of bodies and interactions. I've decided to try a few more close-ups in the mix. Sometimes they are endearing, other times not.

Listening to the art judges panel, one juror said that she had been in many different nude or erotic photo shoots. It was her opinion that most any attractive model could stand there and look pretty, but that with pin-up girls and hot bodies were a dime-a-dozen. What really drew the artists' eyes were when the models communicated some sort of passion, happiness, rapture, or energetic something else. It didn't matter so much what they were communicating, but that they were communicating something, transporting the beholder somewhere else.

That idea resonated with me. I love to photograph nude friends out in beautiful nature. It seems that often many great photos are not posed, just people going about their business, having fun or exploring. I'll admit that I don't mind some cheeky posing - though I tend to try for the original even there. I'll take a model having fun any day over a perfectly sculpted body that is bored or non-creative. Groups with some camaraderie and playfulness often create a new exploratory energy. Combined with daring, flirtation, social amusement, and spark.

Here I tried a new editing feature involving crispness and slight 1960's coloration - not the warmth of some of the others. Over two days we hiked 18 miles with packs, and Zach's tiredness was genuine and sexy. A range of emotions and experiences with cameras clicking can produce some interesting images.

4th orgy

I've hosted 7 orgies, but this is the last one I got pictures of. Too busy at the others :). Six were hosted in my previous city where I lived, and one here so far. With the bathhouses here in my new city I haven't been as motivated to plan a group event. Why go through the planning, inviting, screening, and coordinating when I can just show up at an existing orgy? The desire to host more is not gone though, and I will be doing it in the future.

This fourth orgy was the smallest that I had in my old city, with 5 guys coming - or cumming - however you look at it. They were: Superman Shoulders Tall Guy, Muscle Redhead Rabbit, Slender Euro Backpacker, me - I'll nickname myself, for this event: Taking It All Tan Guy, and Wild Dancer With Hairy Chest.

I normally don't get so graphic, but there's something incredibly sexy to me about the strong thighs, and the actual penetrating cock. Damn.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: To many of us it's fantastic both use and be used, consensually.

cool recent experiences

fuck someone in a sling

jerk off with someone in a public place

come out to everyone everywhere

grow a braid

organize an orgy in a new city

fuck in a boat in a marina

ride naked in a bike parade

get 3,000 views in one week

start a new more intimate blog

love my lover more deeply than I thought possible

hold my anger without judging it

grieve flow

dream new unstuck scenarios 

enjoy summer in a new city

organize two successful camping trips 

host an intimacy group - as different from an orgy

serve as assistant to a sex healer

meet beautiful men intimately

start a demanding new job

discover mochas and cafes

play ukulele on the bus and get kissed by a homeless woman

start to get the knack of preparing for bottoming

set aside platonic boundaries with a good friend

start a life in a household with my darling

read several moving books

build my own family

talk back to my boss

pay off my car

start a retirement account

eat ethiopian style

communicate radically

staff a men's weekend with my honey

navigate polyamory 

startup

Walking by a storefront at midnight, a poster with a red bike stopped me mid-track. I walked back and read the advertisement for The $100 Startup, by Chris Guillebeau (who happens to be a cutie by the way). It said something like "reinvent the way you make a living, do what you love, and create a new future." Man it spoke to me.

I bought the book online. When it arrived, I couldn't wait to start reading it, so after work at midnight I read the first chapter. Big mistake. Though exhausted, I couldn't sleep for the next 4-5 hours as my mind raced over a million possibilities. I was so excited about this new way of thinking. Few things keep me up like this. New rule: don't read this book late at night if I want to sleep.

Long story short, I'm working on a few little projects that I hope will come to fruition in the near future.

Speaking of projects, sculptures by a friend Gary 

love languages

The concept of love languages has been vital to surviving and excelling in my relationships. It's a journey still in progress. I first read about it in the book: The 5 Love Languages, by Gary Chapman.

The idea is that different people communicate love in different ways. Some of us, for example, feel loved when we touch or are touched. This could be as simple as a hand on the shoulder, a hug, or cuddling. Others of us respond to words, and give words. We praise and bless people with verbal demonstration, and feel respected and validated when given verbal kindness. Likewise it crushes us to be spoken harshly to. For others words don't matter so much. Another love language or dialect would be time. Some of us feel loved when our intimates spend time with us, and give love by giving of our own time. Without this presence we feel suffocated or unloved. Yet another dialect is gifts. These folks treasure things given to them, and are exultant with gifts as little as notes and homemade trinkets, as big as trips and clothes, and shower them on others. This is their language of love. And finally the last gift is actions. Like my Dad, these people might share their love especially by doing acts of service, like making breakfast, fixing the car. They feel loved when others do things for them, as simple as washing dishes, help make food or pay a mortgage.

There is a little bit of all of them in us. But some communications are stronger or more pronounced in each individual uniqely. And we might have a couple of them that are primary.

Again, they are:
1. Touch
2. Words
3. Time
4. Actions
5. Gifts

My top two are touch and words. I feel very connected with touch, and reach out to people a lot that way. My personal belief is that most men, regardless of sexuality, have this as one of their primary love languages. I also equally value words, and give them as tokens of love, and receive them keenly when sent my way. The other love languages are not as important, or central to me, though still a part of life in general.

Fortunately my partner's top two are also words and touch. But many partners "speak different languages."

A particularly enlightening idea is that we might be mis-communicating if I am speaking in one "language," while my partner is speaking another, one or both of us feeling unloved. Perhaps my partner likes me to spend time with him, while instead I shower him with gifts and words. Or would rather I touch him. He would feel more loved if I learned his "dialect" of love and spoke to him in his "dialect," reaching to his heart more centrally.

Think about what your parent's love languages are, and different people who are close to you. With not too much thought it will become apparent. And then think about how you can proactively increase the love communication with your partner or partners by communicating in ways that they feel touched. And tell them about how you feel loved, and ask for it specifically, taking the guess-work out of this magic of relationship.

These tools have saved me many-a-time, and I've shared it frequently with intimates to our mutual benefit.

cool places

cool places I've been able to go to recently in the last few months:

• local erotic bakery
• voodoo donuts 
• club z bathhouse 
• steamworks bathhouse 

• rain city jacks (masturbation club) 
• polyamory discussion group 
• sacred sexuality discussion group 
• fuck fest 

• ukulele class
• tai chi
• naked men's yoga
• teatro zinzanni 

• wassa african dance 
• ecstatic dance 
• awesome local cafes 
• discovery park 

• hoh river valley rainforest
• beach rock stacks 
• cascade mountain range 
• museums of flight and art 

• fire island 
• vancouver 
• buenos aires 
• my old high school 

I mention these because part of the delight of life is discovering sweet spots and funky offerings in various neighborhoods and geographies. Genuine pleasure and appreciation. Thank goodness people are unique and creative in their endeavors. Thank goodness nature is diverse and beautiful. Some things you do them once, others many times. This is the time to get out there, explore, relish.

voodoo donuts' cock n balls

really? 

bacon and maple glaze 

little projects

Walking by a storefront at midnight, a poster with a red bike stopped me mid-track. I walked back and read the advertisement for The $100 Startup, by Chris Guillebeau (who happens to be a cutie by the way). It said something like "reinvent the way you make a living, do what you love, and create a new future." Man it spoke to me.

I bought the book online. When it arrived, I couldn't wait to start reading it, so after work at midnight I read the first chapter. Big mistake. Though exhausted, I couldn't sleep for the next 4-5 hours as my mind raced over a million possibilities. I was so excited about this new way of thinking. Few things keep me up like this. New rule: don't read this book late at night if I want to sleep.

Long story short, I'm working on a couple little projects for the near future that I'll say more about later. It's been fun working on it.

after a great mid-morning moment

catching crabs on the beach

A new friend, let's call him Sexy Abs Uncut Party Planner, invited me to go to a nude beach with his partner and a friend of theirs. We found some crab shells along the way and thought this might make a funny picture with a silly caption. I unfortunately forgot my camera, so we only took a couple with phones.

Two of us kayaked out to the area, myself and his partner Beautiful Ass Conversational Guy. Great to be out on the water and summer sun. Once on shore we set up an umbrella, also with Slender Conductor Quiet Cutie. We enjoyed chatting and laying out on a couple sheets together. Couldn't have asked for a better experience with such sweet guys. Looking forward to many more.

why I love him

at night his breathe I hear

soft rustle pattern

innocent my babe

his smooth shaven skin

sometimes in day

I catch him looking at me

or feel his glaze

on my back

and know he's loving

and admiring me

my tall broad-shouldered prince

is more than I imagined

I never thought

life would be this good

it keeps getting better

hell ya

it gets better

beyond my sweetest dream

the thought of him

melts me

chokes me

catches my throat 

I won't lie

sometimes I'm furious too

and I can't believe

that he didn't see it

or that he forgot

or whatever

sometimes I don't know

why I'm mad

or sad

or withdrawn

or snappy

or in love 

and still

he's at my side

sees me

sits beside me

on our second date

we decided

that if we got together

we wouldn't break up

over parking spaces

or toilet-paper brands

or silly little things

however attached

we'd grown

up to now

some things are more important

we decided

we want eachother

more than little things 

part of me can't explain

why I love him

as if he has to do something

to merit it

as if actions

are more important than being

part of it's because

I was born to love

as was he

and are you

to feel bonded 

my heart rate rise

when I sit on a plane

miles away

and draw up his image

holy in my heart

when we grow old

when his broad shoulders droop

smooth skin wrinkles

beautiful thighs thin

I think I'll love him more

us golden beings

still holding hands

deeper connected now

calmer

less rushed

centered

blessors

our bed

still a place of magic

our nest our repose

he still loving to me

I still loving him

listening

putting up with

tolerating

celebrating

he deserves the very best

in him a golden child

an ancient divine

that commands my respect

my adoration

my love

I think I'll sit with that question

take a lifetime

to explore it

man I love him