Is spring cleaning supposed to make you bleed?

Because the pain from my pulled muscle, my aching back, my arthritic shoulders and fingers, and my aching heart wasn't enough, I thought it might be nice if I made a big gash in my leg too.

Ugh. Yesterday, while breaking up the rest of the pieces of a mirror I was throwing out, I managed to send shards flying everywhere and one big one ended up taking a large chunk out of my leg. Other pieces cut my hand and fingers. That sucked. It took a while to get the bleeding to stop and I cleaned it up and bandaged it. I haven't looked at it yet today and I really don't want too.

Believe it or not, my pulled muscle is just about better today (that was fast!) and I'm feeling pretty good all around. Trying not to think about the romantic drama too much.

So it's back to spring cleaning now, back to the gym in a couple of hours, and then my much needed meditation class tonight.

Spring Cleaning

I woke up this morning and the first thought I had was, "What a fucked up dream". Then I moved and my stomach and balls hurt. Ouch. Then my heart hurt. Ouch. It wasn't a dream.

That means no gym for me today. I have a shoot in about 2 weeks and I really wanted to push it before then, but I need to heal from this injury first. It's actually a little better today so I don't think it will take that long. Hopefully, I will be back at the gym tomorrow. I was also supposed to have a practice rehearsal for the Sir/Boy competition show I am helping a friend with. Unfortunately, I had to let him down today and cancel.

So I am spending the day doing Spring Cleaning. Time to clean the trash that's been cluttering up my house and my life. The photo above shows a huge garbage bag of tapes that I've had for decades now. They are basically the soundtrack to my life in the 80's and beyond. Every tape I looked at had a person, place or situation attached to it. Wow. It's amazing how much we have locked away in the file cabinets in our brain. I thought about donating them to a thrift store, but they don't even take them any more. So into the trash bags they went.

I'm trying not to focus on the recent hurt to my heart. A friend of mine, who has been going through some rough times lately, sent me an email today about my new heartache with the subject header... "Life Sucks!" I wrote this back to him...

"I'm trying not to get down or get stuck obsessing about it. I have too much to do right now to do that and no good comes of it. So I'm not going to go with the title of your email... "Life Sucks!". Life doesn't suck. Sometimes people suck and sometimes situations suck. Life is beautiful. It's a gift. It's temporary. I'm not going to get stuck wasting it on anger and bitterness. I'm not saying it's easy. It's hard to move forward when you feel like the rug got pulled out from under you... again... and you feel like a fool... again... and you really just want to crawl up in a ball and fade away. But I'm not going to do that."

So it's time for Spring Cleaning. Getting rid of the old, no longer useful things, and making room for bright new things.

My right nut hurts

Today started so well. I slept late after working on a web project till 3:00am, spent some time with my dog and birds, and met Tim for lunch. We ate outside and the day was beautiful. I hadn't seen him a a while. Things went downhill quickly from there.

I discovered someone I opened my heart to again, and trusted, betrayed me again. They say doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. I'm fucking crazy.

I put my emotions on the back burner and headed to the gym to bang some weights around. I was just about done with a great back workout and I pulled a stomach/groin/oblique muscle really badly. I can hardly breathe or move and my balls are killing me. Well... just the right one. My shoulders were already hurting like hell from all the weird weather we've been having. Arthritis suck.

I'm trying not to think about any of the pains in my body or my heart tonight. Netflix delivered the DVD "Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium". I'm just about to hit play. It's supposed to be a light and whimsical movie about a magical toy store. Fantasy. I could use some fantasy right now. And a vicodin.

Wanna build an ark?

I woke up this morning to find a HUGE storm raging outside. Thunder, lightning, torrential downpour. I though I was going to have to build an ark! I heard there was even a tornado a few miles from here.

It was a good excuse to stay in bed with my dog. She was happy about that. If she had her way she would never get out of bed.

While I'm talking about pets here, I have to mention that I have a new pet. A new UNWANTED pet. Last night when I got up to pee and drink some Almond Milk I saw a big ole rat scurry from near the big bird cage. THEY'RE BACK!!!! Fuck. Time to call the rodent removal guy. That fucker is NOT coming on the ark when it's done. I just hope I still have some time left on my rat removal guarantee from that company.

Happy now?

I took care of the front lawn. Happy now?

Truth be told, I am an awesome neighbor. I've been living in my neighborhood for over 20 years now and I've been in my house for over 10. Unfortunately, I don't make enough money to hire people to do the lawn or the pool. So sometimes they get out of control. Especially when I travel so much, when my back goes out, or when the weather doesn't permit. All of those things happened at once this time. If anyone would like to volunteer their services to do my lawn or pool it would be greatly appreciated. Otherwise, FUCK OFF! LOL (I am kidding, of course. I'm proud of my house and I feel HORRIBLE when it doesn't look nice.)

There are many, many houses on my block with lawns that are much worse than mine. I just had the sprinkler system updated and I am waiting for the guy with the stump grinder to come and take out the rest of the old tree roots that I couldn't get to myself. As soon as he does that I am putting in all new grass. I will maintain it and it will look great until we have our next big drought and it all dies... again. It never ends when you own a house.

Got Weed?

It's official... I'm that house that everyone on the block looks at and curses about. I found the above "NOTICE" hanging from my front door.

In my defense I haven't been able to get...

OK... never mind. There is no excuse. I am just a bad neighbor. And it's not the first time. Or the second time.

Does anyone have a rusted out, broken down old car I can put up on blocks on my front lawn to complete the picture?

Did he or didn't he?

I wore this tee shirt (which I had custom made) to the T-dance at The Manor which was featuring awesome DJ Tony Moran tonight.

It's 1:15am and I am heading to bed. I'll leave it to your imagination what that means. ;-)

Oh boy! It's time for the Crappys!

In case you follow that kind of thing, the 2010 Erotic Video Awards, also known as the Crappys... I mean the Grabbys, announce their nominations the other day.

Ugh.

Best Porn Star Blog: NOT ME!
Best Versatile Performer: NOT ME!
Best Supporting Actor: NOT ME!
Hottest Cock: NOT ME!
Best Porn Star Website: NOT ME!
Performer of the Year: NOT ME!

The list goes on, and on... but my name doesn't.
Eh, maybe next year. Unless I break a hip. I wonder if there is a category for that!

Actually, you guys know by now I'm completely... well almost completely adjusted to being the guy in the shadows. (Actually, come to think of it, I have had a lot more fun in the shadows. You can get away with a lot more shit back there!)

What I am really happy about, is that my friends at Steel Mill Media have been nominated for the movie "Bullwhipped" which I'm very proud to have been a part of (along with Tyler Saint and Tober Brandt.) I really hope those guys win!!!

I'm also happy that the Hot House movie "Masterpiece" was nominated in several categories as well even though it feels like I did that move like three years ago.

Congratulations to ALL of the nominees.

A very bushy Thursday

The internet was down yesterday so I couldn't do a St. Patrick's Day themed post. It was going to be a good one too.

So here is a picture that I just took of my cock with my trusty iPhone. (Yes, I broke another camera. That's 3 this year!) I know it's not as witty as the St. Patty's post probably would have been so I'll ad a joke to go along with it.

What does the city of Brooklyn, NY and a girl in tight jeans have in common?

They both have a Flatbush.
(You may have to come from New York to get that one.)

Anyway, my bush is anything but flat right now. I'll probably have to do some strategic grooming before my upcoming Bound Gods shoot. Maybe I'll do a little video to go with it. Or maybe not. Sounds a little gross on second thought.

Just another day...

I spent the weekend volunteering at the Fort Lauderdale Pridefest. It was just the right job for me too. Serving beer from the taps on the Budweiser Beer truck! One for me... one for you. Two for me... one for you.

By the time Sunday night came around I was feeling no pain so I went to an awesome Pridefest Closing Party at The Manor featuring DJ Abel. FREAKING AWESOME!!! I danced my ass off and, contrary to recent comments, I didn't break a hip. (Thanks guys for all of those really nice and positive comments on my last post. And Blacknoon.... I have NO IDEA why that freakin video was flopped!)

After the fun filled weekend I had a mellow day of web design (still working on that massive real estate web site), enjoying the company of my pets (including my new Beta fish named Fishy of course), and lunch and then dinner with friends. Not a bad day!

I posted a stupid little video of my day above. You'll notice that I finally had my filthy truck cleaned and got some new tires on it. I hope you enjoy the surprise towards the end provided by a very cool waitress at Rosie's Bar & Grill.

Mother... I mean Fatherfucker!

I just read a comment that someone posted on a recent shoot that I did and it really made me feel bad. Actually, it really made me feel MAD!

The comment was: "According to reports, this Nick Moretti is 46. Isn't that a little old? I mean he's hot, but i don't want to watch a man as old as my dad fuck...sorry."

OK douchebag...

First of all, the "reports" you are taking about are from my lips. I proudly and freely talk about my age in interviews and on my blog. So... FUCK YOU!

Second, you just watched the video that I did, thought I was hot, and shot a load. WHAT THE FUCK? What else do you want? Again... FUCK YOU!

Third, if you're dad is hot can I please have his number because I probably want to fuck him.

Oh, one more thing... FUCK YOU!!!

Here is a video of my old ass stroking one out for your dad.

Mr. S Leather ROCKS!

I got an email from my favorite leather & fetish store, Mr. S Leather, featuring the photos from my recent shoot with them. Click on the image here to see a clearer version of it.

CLICK HERE to go to the Mr. S website.



CLICK HERE to go to the Mr. S website.

WInter Party 2010 - The Beach Party

Great weather. Good friends. Beautiful boys. Great times.

Really Piggy Dance

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This picutre of the money I made shaking my ass in the cage at the Ramrod last night, laying on lube covered rubber sheets, accompanied by a 1/2 used bottle of Jungle Juice poppers, sums up the night. I guess I have to acknowledge it was a pretty successful night after all. I think several other boys would agree.

I'm heading down to the Winter Party Beach Party on South Beach in a few minutes. Who needs sleep when there is sun, music, hot boys, and fun to be had! I need to have a little fun after all the work I've been doing lately.

Hope everyone is having as great a weekend as I am!

I'm Bi... who knew?

Bi-coastal that is.

Take your pick... Nick Moretti in the cage at the PIG DANCE at the Ramrod in Fort Lauderdale or Nick Moretti (in spirit) at the FURR party at Club 8 in San Francisco. Whatever you choose to do tonight.. HAVE FUN!!!