Unsolved Mysteries

Yesterday I came home to find one of my white zebra finches thrashing around on the bottom of the cage. The poor thing looked like it was having a stroke or something. When I looked in the nest with the babies in it the mother bird was still sitting in it (she is such an awesome mother) but the father bird was not in the nest. He was the sick bird on the bottom of the cage.

After a couple of minutes he stopped moving but I could tell he was still alive. I scooped hum up and held him in my hand. He just layed there and barely moved. That is not normal at all for a finch. He should have been squirming and trying to get away for all he was worth. I sat on the couch and held him for a while while I warmed him with my breath. I've heard that warmth is supposed to be good for sick birds. I said a prayer for him, gave him a little kiss, and then carefully put him into one of the empty nests. That's really all I could do. Damn this sucked. Especially with me going away to San Francisco for a week. I really didn't want to leave this sick bird alone and have him die while I'm away. I'm thinking a dead bird in a cage with so many other birds for a while week is NOT a good thing.

This morning I looked in the next and he was not there. Huh? Did the same unexplained vortex that sucked the baby bird from the cage a few months back open up and take him? Nope! He was back in the nest with the mother bird and their babies. As I watched he flew from the nest and landed on one of the branches. He is completely fine. Thank God.

By the way, someone had asked how many babies are in there and I honestly have no idea. There were about 4 eggs when I last looked in there but I think a couple of them were old invalid ones. I finally saw a baby poke it's head up in front of the mother this morning so I know there is at least one. I've learned it's better to stay away from the nest as much as possible while the babies are developing.

I'm getting ready for my trip to San Francisco now. Sean used his new boot blacking skills to clean up all of my leather yesterday and now I have to pack it for the trip, along with all of my clothes for a week... in one carry-on luggage! I've gotten pretty good at it. Don't want to pay the extra money to check a bag. Gonna head out and buy another camera after the gym. I really need one. I want to take some photos with my friends in San Francisco and also some photos from the set of my two Bound Gods shoots to share with you guys. Hope I find one on sale because I really should not be spending the money right now.

Is it Daddy's Day?

It must be Daddy's Day today.

First I find out that some of the eggs that have been in my white finches nest have hatched. That's AWESOME news! I hope this batch survives.

Next I found out that Pantheon Productions has chose a name for the "Daddies in Suits" movie that is going to be released in a few weeks. The name will be... "Unsuitable". I really like that! I posted another photo from my scene with Ben Martin above.

Last night was also all about the daddies.... and the boys... and the sirs... and most of all, about IML 2009 Mr. Jeffrey Payne. Sean (the new SouthEast Leatherboy) invited me to a BBQ fundraiser for "Hearing from the Heart", a charity Jeffrey and his husband, David Roy, sponsor to assist those persons within our community who are hearing impaired.

Even though I live in Fort Lauderdale, I have only recently connected with it's leather community. I have to say that everyone has made me feel very welcome and I think I've made some great connections with some very nice people. I have to admit that I went to last night's event feeling a little nervous but it turned out to be a great time with some very great people. I mean, how often do you get to spend an evening with Jeffrey Payne, some BBQ, tequila, flogging and caning, all under the glow of tiki torches under a beautiful full moon?

Beyond Broken

I'm just home from the Beyond Leather Southeast Sir/boy contest and I'm completely psyched and completely broken at the same time.

I'm psyched because the show that we did went really, really awesome and Sean WON the title of Southeast Leather Boy 2010! I'm broken because I re-broke my finger (as expected) and am in a lot of pain. Not to mention the pain in my knees and arms and legs from the violent show. Sean got the shit beat out of him so I know he will be in pain when the adrenaline wears off.

It's 10:00pm and I'm on the couch writing this blog post and trying to watch Top Chef Masters. I didn't take a pain killer because it would knock me out immediately and I am supposed to go out and celebrate with Sean and the rest of the boys. Instead I took an anti-inflammatory and washed it down with a glass of Coconut Rum and some Vanilla Almond Milk.

Here are some photos of the day. I couldn't really take any pictures because I was in the show but I'll try to find some more photos and post them.

Bushido - Moretti style!

My latest Bound Gods video, "Bushido" was just released and it is so freakin creative. Seriously! Van Darkholme really outdid himself when directing and editing this one. It's hot, intense and even funny. I mean, where else can you see someone do a magical Wonder Woman spin to change outfits before he flogs himself. Ya... that would be me. The things we do for out art.

Here are some photos from the shoot which features Jason Miller and his HUGE balls as well as myself. Click on any photo to get a much larger version. (Bigger IS better!) By the way, it's my first video with facial hair. I think I like it! Maybe I'll grow it back again. Or not.
Click here if you want to go to Bound Gods and check out this video.


Click here if you want to check out the Bound Gods video "Bushido".

What NOT to do.

I pulled up into my driveway 2 days ago, turned off the radio in my truck, turned off the ignition, opened the door, and was greeted by the suffering face of my next door neighbor. Do we ever see our fucking neighbors unless there is a problem?

"Follow me", she says.
"Ugh."
I follow her into her back yard and she points at a root that is coming through the ground.
"Your tree is ripping up the foundation of my house and breaking the pipes."
"Ugh.

OK... first of all, we live in South Florida.... at sea level. There are NO FOUNDATIONS to houses.
If you dig 2 feet you hit water!. So that is complete bullshit. And second, the tree you are talking about is about 3 feet from my pool. It's been there since I moved in over 10 years ago and has probably been there a lot longer. So no freakin way it has broken any of your pipes.

That's what I'm thinking.
What I say is...
"I'm so sorry about that. I had no idea. I have no roots on my side so I really had no way of knowing."
Now I'm sure she's the one who had gone into my backyard the other night, freaking me out and making me think it was my ex, and leaving the gate open.

"I'll have the tree removed by the end of the week."
"Ummm... but your tree is destroying my house and..."
"I will have the tree removed by the end of the week."
"Yes, but... ummm..."
" I will have the tree removed by the end of the week."

I think... "Bitch... I have lived next to your fat ass for over 10 years now and anytime you ask me to do anything I do it. What the fuck do I need your grief now? Just go back in your fucking house, have another beer, and leave me the fuck alone so I can start cutting the tree down."

I say... "I'm very sorry", again, and walk out of her yard and into my garage."

FUCK!!!

So I've spent the last 2 days with a sawsall cutting the branches off of the tree. HUGE and TALL fucking branches. And then cut through the double trunk of the tree. And knocked it all down. And carried it all to the curb for fucking bulk day. All by myself. With a broken finger that I am supposed to be resting.

I posted a little video of some of the fun I had. I hope YOU enjoy. Ugh.

This little piggy...

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Miami Pride

Here I am with Chris Porter on the Hotspots Magazine float.

Yesterday was the 2nd Annual Miami Beach Pride parade and festival. I was lucky enough to ride on the Hotspots Magazine float with a bunch of the Fabscout guys. It was the first time I've ever been in a parade and I have to say it was a lot of fun. About half way through we got a little bored of just hanging on the float so we all jumped off and handed out safe sex kits and Fabscout promo materials to the onlookers. It's amazing how many friends and fans I ran into.

Unfortunately, I also ran into my ex's friend and coworker and he proceeded to give me some information that really put a damper on my mood. It took most of the day to even get to a calm point again. My fault for letting things get to me. I should just be able to let things roll of my back. But, I'm not there yet.

The rest of the day was filled with tequila sun and friends. I guess it was a good day after all. Here are some photos from the event.

Here are Howard and the Fabscout boys waiting for the parade to start.
My friend John is really, really tall. Here's me trying to measure up to him.
This is how tall he really is (and how short I really am.)
With my friend Michael.

The Color Purple

It's all about The Color Purple here on my blog today.

First, last night I went to see the play The Color Purple at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts. The movie was such a powerful and HUGE story and I was worried that the play would be a "loose" adaptation turned into some Andrew Loyd Weber fluff piece. Kind of like they did to Wicked. I have to say that it was fucking awesome!

The second round of The Color Purple is not so awesome. I had another Cheerbeating practice this morning. (I'm doing a live performance to help out a friend in the upcoming Sir/Boy contest.) It was our last official practice and we were videotaping it. I've been holding back until now but I told everyone they had to really give it their all at this point. And that's just what I did. I went into Master Nick mode and basically kicked the shit out of my friend. It was freaking HOT as hell and everyone watching was blown away.

As soon as we were done I looked down and was not too happy to find that the pinky finger in my right hand was bent at almost a 90 degree angle at the upper knuckle. WHAT THE FUCK! The same thing that happened to my toe in the Naked Kombat match I did with Tyler Saint had now happened to my finger. FUCK!

Everyone came over to see and I proceeded to bend the finger back into it's original shape. I could feel all of the broken pieces grinding into place. It was now straight and I let go of the finger. And it immediately snapped back to a 90 degree angle. FUCK! Up until this point I didn't feel any pain at all. It all rushed in at once. OUCH!

I ended up breaking a pencil and using it as a splint on the side of my finger to keep it straight until I got to the hospital. Paperwork, x-rays, splint, gauze, bandage and pain killer prescription. It was a bad break. The whole top section down through the knuckle was broken. FUCK!

Before the doctor even came in with the x-ray results, this nasty doctor's helper came over to put the splint on my finger. I showed him how I had kept it straight with the pencil on the side and he told me that was very nice and proceeded to put my finger in the splint, in the bent and broken position, and tape it up. Asshole. I told him that it would permanently stay that way if it wasn't straight while it healed. He said that if I wanted it straight I needed to go to a hand surgeon and get surgery on it. Asshole.

This woman asked me how I broke my finger. They need to make sure it wasn't domestic violence. I told her, "I was doing a performance and it got injured when I fell." She asked if I was dancing. And I said, "Yes." You must be good", she said. I responded with, "Ummm... apparently not, I fell and broke my finger." What a stupid conversation but what was I going to tell her? "I broke my finger when I was beating the shit out of my friend." Ya... that would have went over well.

As soon as I got home I dropped off the pain killer prescription and picked up a smaller splint and some skin colored tape. I undid what the asshole at the hospital did and did it the right way. I've broken so many fingers... and toes... and ribs... and legs... and... My point is, it's not my first time dealing with this shit.

So now it's 9:30pm and the Oxycodine I took over 2 hours ago still hasn't done anything for the pain. It's time to ad Coconut Rum and Soy Milk (my favorite drink) to the mix. Don't worry... I'm not going to get messed up tonight. I have to wake up early to get down to the Miami Pride Festival tomorrow because I am riding on a float with lots of other dirty porn stars. If you're there just look for the only hairy guy. Or just look for the idiot with the broken finger. Guess I'll be waving with my left hand.

Rotting death with a bow

I'm heading to the dentist right now. I can't remember the last time I've been to see one. 6 years or more. NOT GOOD! I take good care of my teeth every day but a dentist visit is way overdue.

Speaking of teeth... I got Cynder from the vet yesterday and they told me, again, how bad her teeth are. She's old and last time I had her teeth cleaned they handed me a baggie with all of the ones that fell out during the procedure. AND they charged for all of them. Almost $1000!

She only has a couple of teeth yet and I'm not sure putting her under the anesthesia at her age is a good idea. So I think she is just going to be a little stinky. I actually nicknamed her while I was talking to a friend in San Francisco about how much I missed her. The horrible nickname was... "rotting death with a bow". God is that mean. But I love the stinky little dog.

Here is a photo from yesterday's Cheerbeating Practice. Yup... I'm a sailor. I have to give you guys an update tomorrow on the really great stuff I have coming up. I just found out some GREAT news yesterday. And I finally did my taxes. Ugh. That's another story.

Back from San Francisco

Sorry that I haven't posted in a few days but the internet was down at the Armory and freaking AT&T service SUCKS in San Francisco. I've been completely out of touch!

The Bound Gods shoot went awesome and Adam Knox is absolutely beautiful, sweet and HOT as hell! I posted a couple of photos I took with my iPhone. Hopefully, I will be able to save some money for a new camera soon because the iPhone does not take good photos in the dungeons of the Armory.

The rest of my trip was just dinner and drinks with friends. Mellow and quiet. I completely steered clear of anything porn related. Just wasn't in the mood. I did have one break-up related funk but I didn't let it take control of me.

I have to say that coming home to an empty house was not the most uplifting thing. Cynder is still in the kennel and I miss her so much. I really love my birds but they could care less if I was there or not.

It's after midnight here and I am heading to bed. I'm COMPLETELY exhausted and I have to wake up early to get Cynder, then go to cheerbeating practice, the gym and do my taxes. I haven't done them yet. Ugh.

Fun down the hall.

It's a cold and rainy Sunday here in San Francisco. I'm just hanging at The Armory and doing some web design work. It's actually pretty peaceful except for the screams coming from down the hall. Check out the video I've posted to see what I'm talking about. Sometimes I even I don't believe my life.

Tomorrow I shoot for Bound Gods again. This time with Adam Knox. I posted some photos of him here. DAMN is he HOT! Needless to say, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's shoot. You know I'll keep you guys posted on it.

Finding Center

After spending all day Thursday getting my house and my self ready for my trip to San Francisco, and dropping my dog off at the kennel (God, I miss that stinky little dog) I managed to get two hours sleep before it was time to head to the airport.

The flights on Virgin America were great and a very sweet flight attendant hooked me up with some Champagne and Orange Juice. When I saw the name on the Champagne bottle I knew that things were going to be going well. Sometimes life sends you a sign. Why not on a bottle of alcohol?

The stepped out of the airport in San Francisco, looked up at the beautiful blue sky, and felt the warm sun hit my face, I knew what I was going to do. Head to Doloris Park!

So I got my ride to The Amory, dropped off my bags, walked to Doloris Park (with a quick detour to a gourmet market to pick up some Whitefish Salad, Pita Chips, Dolma and Mozzerella Balls with Sundried Tomatoes), dropped my tired, old ass down on the grass at the top of the hill.

The boys were all out in groups, smoking cigarettes and whatever else and drinking beer or wine. While I was waiting for my friends Jesse and Dane to show up I put on my headphones and meditated to a guided meditation on my iPod Nano. A few minutes later I realized I had found center. After days and days of being sad, and a little lost, I had found myself in a place where I was completely at peace. I wouldn't change a thing.

My friends showed up and we had a great day of talk, and food, and drinks. A guy selling brownies was nice enough to sell one to us. Yup, it was one of those kinds of days.

After the park we walked to Castro and did a pub crawl and finally ended up at this Thai Restaurant that makes great Pumpkin Curry. Some more walking around, and a couple of bars later, it was about 11:30pm (2:30pm my time) and time to head back to The Armory for some sleep. What an awesome day. Here are some photos from the park.

Cheerbeating practice

Today's practice for the Beyond Leather aka Southeast LeatherSIR / Leatherboy contest was our best practice yet. The current International Mr. Leather, Jeffrey Payne, came to the rehearsal and rumor has it he got a stiffy during the performance. I have to admit it is pretty extreme and HOT as hell. Here's a picture of boy sean after practice (which I dubbed Cheerbeating practice). We are both covered in bruises and welts. Fun!

An update on the Tranny Attack Bird situation...
The poor injured bird was completely better after he rested up a while in the cage with the other canary. I put him back in the big cage with all of the finches and the evil tranny bird started to attack and would not stop.

FUCK THAT! I scooped up the evil tranny bird and put him in the small cage with the other canary. That canary is in his own separate cage because he was attacking all of the birds when he was in the big cage. So the two evil fuckers can live together. Why should the poor nice finch have to suffer? I'm hoping that once the evil tranny bird loosed his beautiful, long tail feathers he will go back to being humble and nice again. Fucker.

When tranny birds attack.

I came home today to find one of my birds injured on the bottom of the cage. It's probably the most beautiful bird that I have. Because it's the male of it's kind, every few months it grows a very, very long tail and becomes even more beautiful. About 2 weeks ago it started growing it's tail again and now it was at it's peak of beauty.

As I was watching, it's mate swooped down, she rammed right into him, and then flew back up. It kept doing that. Obviously, this is why the poor bird was injured. My eyes followed the attacking bird. What the fuck! The female mate had a long beautiful tail. Damn! I guess it isn't a female.

So I guess that's the problem. The two males are in some kind of domination war and the tranny one is winning. They have gotten along together for over 6 months until now. But I guess the former female bird is now feeling all proud and beautiful.

What to do? I would like to cut the mean one's long tail feathers off and make him look ordinary again. See how he handles that. But of course I would never do that. I ended up moving the injured bird to the smaller cage with my other canary. Poor thing. I hope it gets better and that I can put him back with the other finches.

My Easter kinda sucked. I'm still pretty messed up over the recent heartache and it sucked to spend another holiday alone. I did the best I could though. I took myself on a date to see "How to Train Your Dragon" in 3D where I had an Easter day dinner of peperoni pizza, a HUGE bag of very heavily buttered popcorn, and a giant Diet Coke. The movie was AWESOME!!! Later that night I watched "Where the Wild Things Are" (HATED IT! Put that little fucker on Ridalin and call it a day.) and ate MSG free take-out Chinese food. I was half way through when I got a call from a woman saying she had found my wallet in the parking lot of the Chinese restaurant. I didn't even know it was missing! Nice. I'm not really doing that well right now. Still trying to find center. I'm hoping that my trip to San Francisco on Friday will give me the distance from this recent problem that I need to put it in it's place.

Sometimes you feel like a nut!

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2 New Videos released today!

Two new videos, featuring yours truly, were released today and they could not be more different from each other.

The first is called "Unprofessional Behavior" for Cocksure Men. In that one I play a model who seduces the photographer played by HOT AS FUCK Devin Draz. Lots of sucking and flip-flop fucking. CLICK HERE to check it out.

The second is called "Flogs for Fuck II" and it is for Bound Gods. This one has Tyler Saint and I as Doms competing for who gets sexy slave boy Jake Draden and it features Bound Gods FIRST DP! CLICK HERE to check it out.

Here are some images from each shoot to wet your appetite.














CLICK HERE to check it out "Unprofessional Behavior" on Cocksure Men.

CLICK HERE to check it out "Flogs for Fuck II" on Bound Gods.