J is for asshole

I've been getting so much support and positive advice since I was let go 2 weeks ago that this message really took me off guard.
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Message Title: GET REAL
Nick,

Ok so you've lost your job at the XXXXXXX and now you think

you've got a career in porno.

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

First, you're not that good looking, you're old,

and you post videos of yourself pissing in your own mouth.

Do you think your coworkers weren't aware of this?

The only one who is really into you is YOU.

It's time to wake up and get a life, and have a little

pride in yourself. The road you're on now will

lead nowhere.

For someone who thinks he's pretty damn smart,

you're really fucking dumb.

J.
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Of course my first impulse was to want to immediately send a message back saying...
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!! Don't know who the hell you are but...
And then go on to dispute the fucked up things he said.

But then, I stopped, thought for a second, and I laughed. This person honestly doesn't know me at all. If he did he would know that I've been doing the porn thing for about 3 years already. That it's a part-time job... or was when I had an actual full-time job. That my old employers knew about my porn work. That I am proud of my age and don't take my looks, like them or not, very seriously. That there have been videos of me online fucking, getting fucked, sucking, getting sucked, peeing and getting peed on... for years already!

The one thing he was right about is that I think I'm pretty smart. Smart enough to know when some frustrated little asshole stumbles across one of my Xtube videos while wacking off, tracks me down on the internet, wacks off to my website and maybe even my blog, and then feels guilty for doing it, and probably a little jealous for not having the balls to be comfortable in his own skin.

You know, I'm usually pretty good at finding the good intention behind things. I look past the harsh words, put my ego aside, accept the truth in what is being said, and usually I can get to the intention and even appreciate the message. That didn't quite happen this time. Maybe I'm just feeling sensitive and vulnerable or maybe this guy really just wanted to make me feel bad. Nevertheless, I did not send back a nasty hate message. What I did send back was this...
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Message Title: RE: GET REAL
Whoever you are...
If you knew ANYTHING about me at all you would not have written this message to me. You are so NOT on the money about anything you write. Maybe you should know ANYTHING about me before you start spewing hate.
I'm not going to send any hate back in your direction. I can only hope you use the all of the energy you wasted on the hate you put into this message for some good. Sounds like you could use some of that in your bitter little life.
And please NEVER contact me again.
Thank you.
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And then I blocked his email. Which is joseph6060mk@comcast.net if anyone would like to become friends with this lovely human being who goes out of his way to kick people when they are down or maybe just send some love his way. I think he could use it.
Jeez... some people!

I hope everyone is having an AWESOME Labor Day weekend!

Please stick a buck in my crack

WARNING: This a shameless plug for my special appearance in the cage at the RAMROD bar here is Fort Lauderdale this Saturday night.

You are officially invited to stop by the RAMROD bar this Saturday night and stick a buck, or two, or ten, or a hundred in any crack, opening or orifice that is accessible to you while I am dancing in the cage.

Seriously guys...
Now that I am unemployed I need to take the money where I can get it. Even if it means pulling it our of my ass on Sunday morning. I'm not too proud to beg. My dog Cynder needs a liver transplant and my poor reproductively challenged birds just tweet and flitter around their sad, old cage all day and night wondering where there next meal is coming from. I think I saw them draw straws to determine which one will be used for food when the real thing finally runs out. Damn, I really liked that yellow canary.
So think of me Saturday night, as I trudge the 15 miles through 4 feet of snow to get to the...
Ummm... I mean, so think of me on Saturday night, as walk the 15 miles through the scorching, South Florida heat, to arrive at the Ramrod, exhausted and weak, drag my, still recovering from surgery, self up into the cage, and start grinding my poor, old, beaten up body for tips so that I can eat and survive another day in this harsh, cruel world.

Too much?
OK... so how about this.

It would be AWESOME to see you guys out this Saturday night at the RAMROD bar in Fort Lauderdale for the first anniversary of their very popular PIG DANCE. Stop by the cage and say "Hi" and I promise I'll say "Hi" back. I would be totally grateful if you would grope me inappropriately and stick a few bucks in my jock. It's not necessary, of course, but it really would put a smile on my face and some food on my plate.

Better?

Getting high in P-Town

LONG post with TONS of photos, but if you make it to the end there's a picture of a really nice, big, juicy, cock waiting for you. Don't worry... it's not mine. You all must be tired of looking at mine by now!

As promised, here are some photos from my recent vacation in P-town. First of all, let me clear up about "getting really high". I actually went parasailing! Maybe that's not such a big thing for you, but I am DEATHLY afraid of heights and I also suffer from vertigo. Really badly. So bad that I can't even lay on my back and look at the sky unless I can see a building or a tree next to me. Otherwise, I get completely ungrounded and feel like I am falling off the face of the earth! NOT FUN! You can tell by the look on my face in the first picture that I am scared shitless at the prospect of flying solo 500 feet up. That's what makes it so much fun though. I ALWAYS try to do the things that scare the crap out of me. That's the only way you truly grow in this life.



I was lucky enough to meet Jennifer Coolidge (best known for the "bend and snap" in Legally Blonde). It was also an awesome surprise to run into my friend Conner Habib who was celebrating his birthday with a very cute guy. One night I ran into Johnny Gunn at one of the bars. It was great to get the chance to reconnect, if only briefly. I also got to see Madame out on the street with the guy who does the show with her since Wayland Flowers died. And, of course, it was Great to hang out with my friends all week!




Here are some of the sites around town. The "ladies" in the next photo were in drag from the minute they got to P-town till the minute they left. The street is always busy with bizarre characters on bicycles handing out fliers to all the shows that go on every night. The town doesn't really take itself to seriously as you can tell by the names on some of the stores. And, yes... as the picture shows, I was sexually assaulted and beaten by drag queens at Tea-Dance one day. Go figure!







The parade that they hold for Carnival is AWESOME! The theme this year was "Summer of Love ~ Peace, Love & GoGo Boots!" Let me tell you the costumes were over-the-top! My friend Jim looked just like he stepped out of the 60's with his cut-off jean shorts, cheezy mustache and fro and topped it all of with a can of Tab! My other friend Gabriel had the BIGGEST fro in the parade and looked like some kind of big, dark, mod, savage. Of course, gay icons Varla Jean Merman and Miss Richfield each had their own float... OK, pick-up truck, in the parade. My friends Jan and Val had a house on the parade route and did their yearly tradition of doing the "anti-theme". Instead of love and peace they did "war" and decorated the whole house like the set of the TV show M*A*S*H. You can see the photo of them in their M*A*S*H costumes. AWESOME!







Of course, there were some other... activities... that went on during my P-town vacation that I won't go into detail about. Let's just say they were VERY memorable! ;-)

Back from the land of Doom and Gloom

You are all officially invited to The Miss Loca-Motion Pagaent 2009 tomorrow night at the DEPOT bar.

It's going to be a fun and crazy amateur drag contest benefiting The Wellness Center of South Florida. Oh... and I'm going to be one of the Special Guest Judges (Lord help me!). So come out and show your support!

See you all there at 9:00pm tomorrow night!

On the personal side of things...
I'm scrambling to try to put my life together... Filing for unemployment, checking on my 401K and ESOP money, finding out about health insurance, updating my resume and building a online website of my portfolio, emailing the porn companies and trying to get some more work with them and looking into starting my own at-home web porn company. GOD it's a lot of work!!!

Truth be told... I had a minor melt down last night and was briefly sucked down into the "woe is me land" of doom and gloom. But I smacked myself in the face, got my shit together, and I'm back on track again this morning.

Thanks for sticking with me you guys! I'm finally going to post some photos from my trip tomorrow. I was lucky enough to get some cool shots with a couple of well-known celebrities and I'll also post some photos of me where I'm high as a kite! (Don't worry... I'm not about to go tarnishing my squeaky clean image. LOL)

When life hands you lemons...

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Welcome to the ranks of the unemployed

It happened yesterday. I can't say I was surprised. I can't say I'm happy. After 19 years with my company I got canned. Talk about having the rug pulled out from under your feet.

So what do I do now? I've already started looking for a new job and putting my online portfolio together. Jobs are scarce and applicants are abundant. In the mean time I have bills. Lots, and lots of bills. Like most Americans I have no savings. I live... lived paycheck to paycheck. That means I'm about one from complete financial catastrophe.

I went ahead and kept my appointment to finish most of the work on the lower part of my new sleeve. It really came AWESOME and I have to say the pain was not so bad this time. Probably because I had just gotten the phone call about being let go right before he started work on it and I was still numb.

I'm putting all my efforts into getting more work now. Sending emails to whatever connections I have. Talking to friends about the possibility of some new ventures. So, I can't say that I'm panicking yet. I should have moved on from my old, "stable" job years ago, but fear held me back. Every year it got worse and worse and the people I was surrounded by got more bitter and horrible to work with. It got to the point where I made my own little bubble to protect myself from them and their negativity. That's no way to live. I really do believe that this was meant to happen. That it will take me to the next level in my life. New doors will open and I will be happier than I have ever been. I just have to not let fear hold me back. Right now I feel ungrounded. But you have to be ungrounded if you want to fly. I'm ready to fly!

Cumming home

After a week of HOT sex I got home yesterday and was forced to take matters into my own hands. My libido is in overdrive right now. I usually cum at least 5 times a day. 8 times on the weekends. Is that normal? Hell, I don't care... it works for me!

Here is a little video of load number 3 yesterday taken after I got home from my night at Newark airport. Remember, I'm taking this with my iPhone and I do the best I can. I usually set it down, press record, and go to work. I tried something different this time. I think I like it... feels more like you're really there instead of just peeping from the sidelines.

A for the end of my trip... We got bumped up to first class for the 2 1/2 hour flight back home. Of course, it was 6:30am and I was tired and stinky from a long night of trying to sleep on the airport floor. No one else ordered a Mimosa or Bloody Mary and I didn't want to be the lone alcoholic. But the OJ was fresh, the croissant was warm, and the seat was comfortable; so no complaints here.

I'll post same photos from my P-town trip as soon as I download them from my camera and phone. I even have a photo of my good friend Conner Habib and a hottie he was hanging with when I unexpectedly ran into him walking down the street.

Time for a change?
I went back to work today to find signs that my "real job" may be coming to an end, VERY shortly, after 18 years. I'm thinking that it may be the right time to start up a pay site with original content. What do you guys think?

Heading home! Umm... Never mind

Here's a video of Joe (usually referred to as "the ex") and I on the water taxi to the Boston airport. Vacation time is officially over. But that's ok. I had a GREAT week and I'm ready to get home to my puppy and my birds.

Unfortunately, Hurricaine Bill has another idea in mind for me. I was bumped off my first flight and I've been delayed for 8 hours already. at least I finally made it to Newark airport... Where I'm going to be spending the night at Newark while the storm passes. I bought some M&Ms, Twix, Kit Kat and Reese's bars and I took a pillow and blanket from my first flight.

I guess I'm in for a long night of annoying announcements, loud floor cleaning machines and bright airpot lighting. Maybe if I get bored with watching Robot Chicken episodes on my iPhone and reading my Harry Potter and Meditation Guide books I'll look for some ABS. (Just kidding. And SHAME ON YOU for knowing what that is! LOL)

Ferries

I went on an awesome Sunset Tdance Boat Cruise yesterday. Hot men and boys dancing and grinding to sexy music. Trapped for four hours on the boat, what was I to do but join in. Here's a video of me hating every minute of it.
God, I love my life sometimes.

Faries

This poolside Tdance had a different kind of... Ummm... "guys"... Grooving to their own special beat. I fucking LOVE it!

Dick is the answer!

I guess I found out the answer to the pizza or dick question. Tasty!

Pizza or dick?

The clubs and bars in Ptown all close up at 1:00am here. All the guys just spent the last 4 hours dancing, drinking and God only knows what else and they are horned up and wanting to get laid. Gay men... go figure!

So everyone heads over to Spiritus pizza for a slice of pepperoni pizza in hopes of finding some man pepperoni to end the night off with. (See the video above.) Truth be told, it's kinda like the "Blue Light Special" at K-Mart. Everything is up for grabs REAL CHEAP. At that point it's probably better to stuff your mouth full of pizza, instead of cock, and call it a night. It helps that the Pizza is AWESOME at Spiritus. I grew up in Bensonhurst Brooklyn in New York and Piza is ESSENCIAL there. Even more essencial than cock! The pizza in Fort Lauderdale, where I currently live, sucks. Something about the low altitude or the humidity that makes the dough not rise. Whatever the reason... it sucks.

So if it's a choice between piizza or dick at the end of the night I'm gonna have to think long and hard. If it's long and hard it just might win though.

Are we there yet??

Just went for a bike ride through town with Jonathan at Matt and ended up at the jeddy. We locked up our bikes and walked... and walked... and walked Here we are when we finally decided that there was really not going to be a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow. So we watched seagulls eat crabs, talked about last nights adventures, and high-talied it out if there. We are now comfortably settled in their house drinking margaritas and talking about last nights adventures. I guess there were a lot of adventures last night. Maybe I'll post some pictures of my adventure last night. Maybe.

T-Dance

TDance at the Boatslip is a blast! Great music, hot men and a beautiful, waterfront setting. Here I am hanging with friends from Lauderdale. As you can tell Matt arrived today and he"s sporting some new facial hair. HOT!

This place is crazy! The power to the WHOLE town keeps going out. Gotta say things definitely got friendlier at the TDance after that happened. Oh... and I was just walking down the street after dinner and Madam (the puppet from Wailen and Madam) rushed by. Where the hell else does that happen?

Tonight were all off to a leather party at a club called Purgatory. Hmmm... let's see if we can turn up the heat in Purgatory.

Does the P in Ptown stand for Porn?

So I think I figured out how to post from my iPhone. If you can see this... It worked!

Slept two hours last night. Up at 5pm. Two flights. 2 boat rides. And I'm here! The video I attached is the ferry arriving in Town. What a beautiful, peaceful place. That was until I got to the Inn I'm staying at to find Jake Deckard in the lobby checking in also. Turns out he's my neighbor here. I've actually met Jake a couple of times already. The first time was my first public appearance as Nick Moretti. I jumped on stage and sucked his dick. Ya... no big surprise there. Except for all my friends watching who didn't know I had fine porn yet and didn't expect me to be sucking cock on stage in front of them. They're used to it by now.

My friend Matt Rush arrives tomorrow and I'm sure it's gonna be a regular porn convention by the end of the week.

Right now I'm grabbing dinner after going to a waterfront T-Dance where Master Nick was apparently very recognized by many hot muscle daddies. Sometimes life is good! In about 15 minutes I'm going to see Alec Mappa's show. I met him at the GAYVN Awards a couple of months ago. No... I did not jump on stage and suck his dick. I had balcony seats so that was not an option for me. I have a front row seat and I wonder if he will recognize me from our meeting. Like he didn't meet a hundred other porn stars that weekend. Should be interesting. I'll let you guys know tomorrow.