Sunday, November 16, 2014

Mad Ramblings...Again

     Sooo… here we are again. Seems I have a way of pissing people off. Eh, it is what it is, I guess. Sorry if I freaked some people out last week. But hey, you had to get all the way to the end to get it the full story. It wasn’t my intention to freak anyone out. Ooops, Sorry. Kinda. 

     Not sure what to ramble on about today. I’ve been trying to think of something substantial to say, but nothing has really come to mind. So, I’m just gonna wing it and see what happens. Who knows what that might be? Knowing me, I’ll piss someone else off.

     Earlier this week I was challenged to post at least five pictures that made me happy on FB. So I did. I think I posted more than five. I actually could have posted a lot more. I think I might just do that on my Tumblr page sometime today. I’m in that kind of mood. 

     One of the pictures was of a plate of escargot that I had in small bistro in the Marais district of Paris. It was one of the goals I had for when I got to the capital of France. I wanted honest to god éclairs. That was at the top of the list. There is nothing better than real French pastry. I also wanted a good bowl of French onion soup. Sadly, I didn’t get that though. I’m thinking it is a winter thing. Then I wanted snails. I love escargot; one of my favorite treats. 

     When I posted that photo I got all kinds of remarks. I think you either love ‘em or hate ‘em. For those who have never had them, give them a try. You just never know, right? 

     I’ve had them and made them all kinds of ways. I had the traditional way, in shells, baked to perfection with lots of garlic butter and parsley, served with French bread to sop up all the yummy goodness. That, as I said is the most traditional way, but not the only way. 

     I’ve had them in dishes, especially made for snails. These are great if you’re working in a kitchen. You’re not having to mess with the shells, making sure that they are all sitting up right before sticking them in the salamander. When using the dishes, just drop the little suckers in the hole, cover with garlic butter and fresh parsley and in no time you’ve got these rich and delicious delicacies ready to savor. Don’t forget the bread! 

     Another way is in mushroom caps. Equally scrumptious and sometimes they are even topped with phyllo pastry and parmesan cheese. This has got to be one of my favorite ways to have these little morsels of heaven. Really need to try these. 

     There is a reason why they are often only served six at a time. They are so rich, that if you have more than a dozen, I’m afraid you’d be sick. Yes, they are that rich. So, give ‘em a try some time if you haven’t. I think that some people may be turned off by the shell, so try them another way. I highly suggest the mushroom cap idea. 

     I don’t think that I’ve said much about my time in Paris this past summer on here, have I? Well, it was a trip that I had only dreamed about, never thinking that I could possibly make it there. Well, I did and it was the trip of a lifetime. I kept thinking that I would like to actually live there for a year and just write. I came back with so many story ideas. 

      My good friend, and French translator, Bénédicte Girault, was a real jewel of a find. She arranged for me and the lovely, simply lovely, lovely-lovely, K.C. Wells, a.k.a., the little English washer woman, to do a book signing there. That was a trip. (I’ll include more photos of this on Tumblr as well) I have to say, I was a bit overwhelmed at the turn out. What I found to be a lot of fun was going to the Café, and having drinks with quite a few of them after the signing. 

     We stayed in this apartment that was god-only-knows how old. It was so old that the treads on the stairs were concave from all the foot traffic. It was great. Close to everything that we needed to be near and was on this street that was, to me, perfect. Yes, it was on the third floor, but I didn’t mind the climb. I was in Paris after all! 

     One of the highlights was going to Père-Lachaise, the famous cemetery and final resting place of many famous people, such as… 

Frederic Chopin, Oscar Wilde, Sarah Bernhardt, Claude Debussy, Edouard Manet, Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, General Lafayette, Napoleon I, Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette and nearly all the kings and queens of France, Honore Balzac, Jacques Offenbach, Stendhal, Heinrich Heine, Hector Berlioz, Marie and Pierre Curie, Voltaire, Rousseau, Dumas, Victor Hugo, Emile Zola, Edgar Degas, Gertrude Stein (and Alice Toklas of course), Marcel Proust, Moliere, La Fontaine, Amadeo Modigliani, Colette, Georges Bizet, Camille Pissaro, Francis Poulenc, Heloise and Abelard, Jim Morrison, Auguste Comte, Eugene Delacroix, Georges Seurat, Isadora Duncan, Richard Wright, Edith Piaf, Francois Truffaut and Charles Baudelaire. 

     I specifically went to visit my all-time idol, Frederic Chopin. I even listened to most of his Polonaise while standing there. Gave me goosebumps. The sculptures there are just amazing. I could have spent an entire day, or two, just wondering around. Unfortunately, I had an appointment that I had to keep with Armando Santos, Mr. Gay Europe. All I’m going to say about that is that you’ll be getting to know him a lot better in the coming months. Nope, not even going to give a hint. 

     The experience is something that I will always treasure. Honestly, there is no other place I’ve ever experienced like Paris. The closest I’ve ever come is New Orleans, which, of course, was modeled after this wonderful city. I hope to go back in the very near future. I know that I mentioned him before, but the homeless lad that we kind of helped, Alexandre, has been on my mind a lot lately. I know it is getting cold there and I can only hope he has gotten back on his feet and is no longer on the streets. If there is anyone out there who lives in Paris, and in the Marais district especially, ask around and see. I would really like to know how he is doing. The little bit of change in our pockets had enabled him to get a cheap phone so that he could receive calls for possible employment. I hope it worked out for him. 

     Do you know what is coming next? I hope so. 

     Please, do something for someone else. A reader that I’ve become friends with recently recited a story about how she helped a disabled man at a grocery store by helping him get a case of bottled water down from a shelf. She told me that while doing it she thought of what I’ve been preaching. It doesn’t take money. It takes heart and a moment of your time to sometimes help someone who can’t do it themselves. Such a simple act of kindness will not only make someone else’s day, but will make you feel good as well. 

     Keep racking up those Karma coins, people. It will all come back to you with interest. 

     Till next week, y’all, 


French Meat. :D

Sunday, November 9, 2014

I Have a Confession

     Howdy y’all. Sorry I’ve been MIA this past week. I had this stupid cold that I finally got over. Sniffles still linger, but that’s a cold for you. Feeling much better, still feel a bit weak and out of sorts, but getting there. Thanks for all the well wishes. This will be a short post this week, I’m afraid. Have a lot to do and not moving all that fast, so takes me a bit longer. 

     So…as many of you know, I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. Yeah, it’s been really rough. Unfortunately, I tend to fall into some old habits when I get really down. Of course having a cold didn’t help all that much. It only compounded things which made it worse, if you really want to know. 

     I have a confession to make. Yeah…well…here is my confession. I started drinking… a lot. I went through a gallon in two days if that gives you any indication as to how much I’ve been drinking. Sometimes I’d start right after my morning coffee. That is something new for me. I usually waited until at least after a late breakfast or even lunch. Nope, I was that bad off. 

     I’m not talking about some little glass either. I’m talking sixteen ounce tumbler size glasses. I’d pull one out and just fill’er up. Down that hatch. Glug. Glug. Glug. Yes, I’m ashamed of my actions, but I just couldn’t help it. I was pretty down. 

     One day, I had finished the second gallon, took a nap and when I woke up, I went and got another gallon. I at least waited until I got it home to open it up. It would have been really bad if I had started drinking when I was driving not to mention messy. But once I got home…damn, I went right to it. Ended up having two naps that day. I have a problem. I know it. No needs to tell me. 

     It could have been worse, ya know? If they delivered it, I’d be a goner. I would be willing to bet that if they did deliver it, I doubt I would have left the house over the past week or so. I’d have stayed in bed and just drank myself into a total stupor. Now that would have been a pretty sight. NOT! 

     So, this week I have promised myself to take it easy. I will make an effort to make one gallon stretch. We’ll see how I do I guess. I may be reaching out for support. I have a problem and I know it. I need to put on my big boy pants and just deal with it, right? Sometimes I am weak though. No one is perfect, especially not me. 

     Hey, at least I have taken the first step in admitting that I have a problem right? Things can get better. I know they will. I just need to be strong right now, which is easier said than done. Maybe I need to think about a twelve –step program. 

     Anyone know where there is a Milk Anonymous group? 

     Wait—what did you think I was talking about? Milk people. Milk. I’m a Milk-a-holic! 

     Sheesh…so much for support.
     Have a grrreat week, y’all. 


Sunday, November 2, 2014

Pushing Back

     What can I say? Ha! Plenty. One of the reasons why I took myself off Facebook is because I thought I would open my mouth and really spout off. Not a good thing. When I am this angry, it is best that I just step back, take a deep breath, give myself a time out and then think about what I want to say. 

     To the dismay of most, I have a pretty thick skin. Spending over thirty years in a professional kitchen will do that to you. Don’t believe me? Read Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential. You want to know what tough is? Read that book. 

     Yes, I may have lit a firestorm off with a guest post blog on Love Bytes, but it surely wasn’t intentional. 

      Somehow, my words were taken the wrong way. In no way, shape or form did I mean to put any female down, especially female authors. For fuck’s sake, one of my best friends is an M/M author who happens to be female. I read her stuff all the time. If I see something that I think isn’t quite right, I tell her about it. Don’t believe me? Ask her. 

     I will say it once again: If I offended anyone, I am sorry, it was not intentional. 

     Years and years—and more years—ago, when I was but a wee child of like four, I remember my father saying something to my mother about not liking something on the television. Granted, this was years before remote controls and as I remember the T.V. was actually black and white. My mother’s response? Then get up off your ass and change it. 

     I feel the same way about books. If I don’t like a book then I put it down and move on to the next one. I sure as hell don’t throw a pissy fit and cry about it. One reason why I stopped doing reviews. Sorry to say, most of the ones I was given were total crap. I had a hard time saying that. Not only did I not want to hurt someone’s feelings, because I know what it takes to write a book, but I also felt that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, then it is best to not say anything at all. 

     After reading some of the comments left on that blog, I’d say some people didn’t get that lesson. Yeah, I can’t point too hard. I often don’t say very nice things, but I sure don’t say them to be hurtful. Or at least I try not to. Of course, I know where most of it came from, or rather who. Bitch has been riding or after my ass for almost two years now. She really does need a new hobby.

     Now it has come to my attention—again—that I have been accused of bullying and now even assaulting Zathyn Priest. That is an outright lie. I never bullied the man and never touched him until the very last day of GRL at the breakfast where I hugged him and even kissed him on the cheek, although he did have a cold. Yes, there were witnesses. WTF? AND if that wasn’t bad enough, I’ve also been accused of bullying Kade Boehme at LAST year’s GRL. That would have been difficult since I only met the man this past summer. I had no clue as to who or what he was till then. 

     Just more twaddleness—or would that be twaddling?—to add to the list of GRL. Oh, don’t worry about not allowing me to come to another GRL. I have no intention of ever going again. I didn’t even want to go this year and would have cancelled had I not promised that I would be there for others. Plus it would have meant leaving a roommate high and dry. I graduated high school many decades ago and reliving it isn’t something I care to do again, first time was bad enough. So you can keep that shit. No need to worry, I won’t be going again. 

     Yeah, yeah, I can hear the gasps and groans from here. ‘Oh Max, what have you gone and done now?’ Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? Just not my style and quite frankly, I really don’t give a damn about what anyone thinks of me other than my family and close friends. I’m fairly certain they know I’m not a bully or a chauvinist. Pig yes, just not a chauvinist. 

     Now, as to my future…well, that remains to be seen. I think I am going to give this whole retirement thing another chance. Heaven knows I have enough to keep me busy without having to deal with all this self-publishing stuff. It is a lot of work, in case you didn’t know. 

      Between all the whiney ass bitches blasting me, the piracy of books, and the issues with Amazon and ARe, I’m just not sure it is worth it anymore. I’m at the age where all I really want is peace. If I do choose to write again, it will be for me. It will be what I want to write. I will write as an openly gay man with decades of experience of being a gay man. If someone wants to read it, then fine. If they like it, fine. If they don’t, then move on. You can’t  move on, then just whine to someone else, because I really don’t give a flying rat’s ass. I have a life. If you don’t, that's not my problem. 

     Anyway…thanks to all who have supported me and continue to buy my books. 

     I finally found that bicycle shop that I’d been looking for while riding the lovely, simply lovely, lovely-lovely, K.C. Wells and wonderfully snarky Lauren around town while they were here. Monday, I’ll take it in to be refurbished for that poor kid down the street. Might see if he is available to help out with some yard work around here so that he’ll have a little pocket money for xmas. I’ll let you know how that goes. 

      For those of you who read my mad ramblings know what is coming next. Go forth and do something for someone else, please. It is getting cold out and we still have way too many young people, gay and straight, out on the streets, homeless. Show them a little love, won’t you? My charity of choice is Lost and Found in Atlanta. They take in gay youth who are homeless. They always put up a Christmas Wish list for these poor kids. Search them out and see what they need. While out shopping, pick up a little something for some poor kid that has basically nothing. A lot of times it is just underwear.

     Have a grrreat life y’all. 


Sunday, October 26, 2014

I write for me first, then you...

     Wow…where do I start? 

     GRL was last week and it was, as usual, a whirlwind of people and activities. Last Sunday I was traveling, so was unable to get a post put up. There was just too much going on. I’ll try and catch you up, so this may be a long ass blog. Well, for me at any rate. 
Thank you Meredith Russell for the great photo.

     So Gay Rom. Lit. What can I say? It was so good to see so many friends. I do say friends instead of readers and authors. It is amazing to me how much my life has changed since I started writing. When I first started out, my writing was really crap. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever think anyone would want to read my stories. A lot has changed since then. 

     Last year I was scared to death. I've never been much of one to be out front, dealing with people. Putting myself out there for people to talk to? Uhhh, not my cup of tea, as they say. So you can only imagine what I was going through. My Hero had been out for a bit and did really well. My nerves were shattered. People knew who I was and I knew nobody except for a very select few. 

     This year it was much different. Although I was a bit nervous, I was more excited to see people who I had made friends with last year and then over the course of this year online. It is great to put actual faces and voices to those you meet from FB. I received so many hugs it wasn't even funny. That is what I like best about GRL. 

     Met several new people who I also admire, like Zathyn Priest. What a cool guy. Need to read some of his books. Got to meet Ethan Stone and his other half, Demetri. What a cute couple. They were both so nice during the book signing. These are just a few who I so enjoyed spending time with. There were so many others as well. Over all, it was a great weekend. Lots of fun. Lots of laughs. 

     Now for my UGH…, which I hate.

      As many of you know, my book Going Home, was pulled from Amazon and ARe, in less than twenty-four hours from one another. I can only surmise that it was reported for the ‘taboo’ content that was clearly stated in the warnings. I even went so far as to mention these warnings days in advance of the book being released. 

     From experience, I have learned that rarely do readers complain about the content of books. However, it is fairly well known throughout the M/M writing community that some authors or some of their minions get jealous of other writers and then will go after them either in reviews or in some cases, flagging such type books and getting them removed from selling venues, such as Amazon. I truly hope that is not the case, but my gut feeling is that it was. 

     Now I know that neither Amazon nor ARe pulled my book because of the sex scenes. I know that some were a bit on the raunchy side, okay a lot on the raunchy side, but then my other books, equally as raunchy in parts, are still there, so that only leaves the content about the close, personal relationship between two of the characters. 

     I’ve read several comments as to why I think and feel, as do some others, that this is discrimination. If you remove the sex scenes from this book, you will be left with only the relationship aspect of it, correct? Let us start from that point, shall we? 

     IF indeed we can agree to start there, then it is really quite simple. There are a hell of a lot of books that should also be removed from Amazon that have the same type of content. I will list but a few of them.

1. Hamlet by William Shakespeare 
2. Flowers in the Attic by V.C. Andrews 
3. Like Father, Like Son by Robert Scott 
4. A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin 
5. In the Barn (Taboo Forbidden Erotica) by Selena Kitt (who says she has sold over a million copies) 
6. Incest to the Fourth Power by J & S Coleman 
7. Dream Boy by Jim Grimsley 
8. Baked by Sean Michael  
9. Daddy's Little Boy by Alan Holloway
10. Hotel New Hampshire by John Irving 
11. Moon Tiger by Penelope Lively 
12. The Cement Garden by Ian McEwan 
13. The Color Purple by Alice Walker 
14. Ada by Nabokov 
15. Moll Flanders by Daniel Defoe 
16. Oedipus Rex by Sophocles 
17. Metamorphoses by Ovid 
18. Sleepwalkers by Stephen King (which is a book and a movie) 
19. Taboo by Willa Okati 
20. Brothers without Borders by Leiland Dale 

     Now, from the list you can see that some of these titles have been around for quite some time. I do not see them banning William Shakespeare anytime soon, do you? Color Purple? Or how about the ever popular Game of Thrones? Anyone care to argue this point? Could it possibly be because of the sex of the two main characters? 

     You can't judge the same because of the sex scenes, you say? Uhhh, you truly believe that? Then you obviously have not read much general reading then. I can also name several books, heterosexual of course, that get quite graphic by some rather well known, bestselling authors. Ms. Anne Rice for one. So don't even try that with me. 

      For those of you say that is a hard limit for you? Well, I didn't write it just for you. I write for me first and then those who might like to read it. It is the characters in my head that dictate what is going into a story. The people in my stories actually write the book if truth be told. 

     If you don’t care for what I write, then move along please. There are plenty of other books by some brilliant authors out there for you to take pleasure from. I’ll even recommend a couple of hundred or so if you would like. I will take no offense if this isn't your cup of tea. 

      However, let me make this very clear, for those of you who want to go and give a book a two star rating, or go off on a rant because of content - you only show others how closed-minded you truly are. Look at it this way: you aren’t giving a true review of the book but only a review of yourself. Trust me when I say this: I laugh. 

      I write as a gay man. I write what I know. I write what is real. I write for me. I write from a gay man’s point of view. It is really that simple. 

      I am truly blessed that there are people out there who enjoy what I do. To those, I thank you and am truly humbled. 

     Thank you so very, very much.


Because I fucking can.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

How to REALLY Tip a Stripper.

     Howdy, y’all! It is going to be a rather short blog this week. I’m trying to get ready for GRL and some other things, so my time is rather limited. Can’t wait to see old friends, and make new ones this year. See y’all there. 

     Recently, I saw a post with instructions on how to tip a stripper. I nearly fell out of my chair, literally. Now those who know me know I can sniff out a gay strip club or go-go bar from five miles away. Ask anyone who attended my GLR party last year. I’ve been going to male strip clubs for more years than I care to admit. I will say this much: I was going long before this… person, who was probably still in diapers. 

     Anyway, first off this: “I only tip $20.00 because I can afford it.” Well how faa-faa-fucking-faa for you. Do you have someone lighting your cigars with $100.00 bills too? HELLO, this is the real world. “Because I usually know the guy”. Well aren’t we just special? Sounds like collecting, if you ask me. 

      Second: “Be respectful.” Of course be respectful, but they are doing this job with their eyes wide open. They expect a little groping and such. Of course, don’t go clawing at them, and ladies, watch your nails please. That is a big complaint with strippers. They expect to be touched. They have basically given the invitation. Otherwise they wouldn’t be doing it, now would they? 

     Third: “Paper cuts, especially with dirty money, hurt like a bitch.” Uh… most of American money is primarily made from linen. Unless it is brand new, paper cuts are pretty much a non-issue. Most every male dancer I’ve ever known showers almost immediately after a show anyway, so the chances of getting a staph infection are very small. If you don’t feel comfortable pouch plunging, put it in the waistband, or if they are wearing an arm or leg band, put it in there. They’re usually not shy. 

     Most dancers fold their tips in half, long-ways. If you plan on ‘taking the plunge’ then fold it in half the other way again. The chances of getting cuts are slim to none, even if the bills are new. Go forth and tip with confidence. 

     I have to say, the dancers at Club Bliss last year were thrilled with my GRL party. They complimented me about our group over and over for months afterwards. I am sure that this year won’t be any different. Okay, now about the party I had planned while in Chicago this year - it’s been cancelled. The powers that be were pretty unhappy with me for scheduling it when I did, although that wasn’t intentional. I tried to move it over to Wednesday night, but that proved to be rather problematic. However, stay tuned… there are other Cons that I plan on attending next year and I’m already planning a major blow out. 

     Winter is coming soon. Please remember those who are less fortunate that you are. The homeless youth in major cities are especially vulnerable this time of year. They will engage in all kinds of risky behavior to eat and to get somewhere warm. Most major cities have shelters for homeless youth, and some even have ones that are especially for LGBT youth. Please be as generous as you can. 

     Remember, when you help someone else, you’re helping yourself as well. 

     Can’t wait to see everyone in Chicago! 

     Have a great week, y’all! 


Sunday, October 5, 2014

Will We....Or Won't We?

     So…here I sit looking at this big blank page, once again. Now what? I’m sitting here with my coffee, watching the news letting my mind wonder. 

     Crap! Snow! In Chicago. UGH. I don’t do snow. I blame Matt Boston. Once again he’s gone and done his flippin’ snow dance. So when y’all are up there, shoveling snow…all winter…again, you know who to blame! He did it last year too.

     Eeep! Another commercial for limp-dick syndrome. Awww…how nice. An older couple dancing to a vinyl record, an oldie but goodie. How sweet. Ummm… I wonder… 

     When will these companies start showing gay couples doing the same thing? Probably not in my life time, but then I said that about gay marriage too. Never thought I’d live to see that. That’s happened, so maybe? 

     Naw… not gonna happen. Why? Because men are pigs for the most part. However, it would be nice. Two grown adult men holding hands sitting on a bench, all snuggled up together. A quick fade to black. Fast. That damn little blue pill has kicked in. 

     What they aren’t going to show is them jumping into bed. Hair pulling, ass smacking, biting, and one screaming “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” Yeah, we all know it’s gonna be happening. Dirty, raw man sex. What else they aren’t going to show is the aftermath. Matted hair, the bed a total disaster and two men snoring, drool from one of their mouths sliding down onto the pillow. Yeah, the reality of romance. 

     Oh, and what about the Bath House Queen. Oh, I can just see that one now. The guy has probably spent hours whooshing and douching himself into a stupor. Balls shaved, hair just right, brush, flossed and mouth-washed himself almost drunk. Pops a couple of little blue pills, some vitamin C, D and K, makes a quick cocktail and he’s off to the races. 

     Just imagine that cartoon wolf, drooling and foaming at the mouth, his eyes popping in and out of his head and he races to the Bath House, where the wonders and delights of hot raw man-sex await. The chance of finding that one true love, in between rabid fucks of course, but so sure that he’ll be there none the less. 

     Fast forward six hours later, and here comes our hero, looking like something the cat threw up, dragging his worn out ass out to his car. He looks down at his now deflating, sore, somewhat raw dick with a big silly grin on his face. Four hours? Run off to a doctor if it lasts more four hours? Yeah, right…that’s gonna happen. Pfft…a gay man’s dream! Yeah, we’ll never see that commercial either. 

     Oh, what about the White Party twinks? You think they won’t be going online and ordering their own little supply of little blue party pills? Hell, you can get those things online, don’t act so shocked. Yeah, them twenty-somethings will also be using the Mr. Happy Dick pills. Sure they will. I mean, what gay man doesn’t want to have sex for hours and hours…and hours on end? Pu-leeease, Mary…you know they’re doing it. Think you’ll see an advertisement showing that? LMAO Nope. 

      This takes me back to that whole demographic report that Absolut Vodka and Ikea did years ago. Very quietly, they started slipping ads into gay newspapers, magazines and other free rags. Why? Because their study showed that gay men had more disposable income than the average household. They also partied their asses off, and of course, we all know fags like to decorate. Yes, we’re fabulous at it too! 

     So why won’t we see Viagra or Cialis targeted towards gay men? Simple. The American public isn’t ready to see two men holding hands, walking off into the sunset. Why? Pfft. Men are pigs and everyone knows it. They know what’s gonna happen. Yep, head banging into the wall, hips slapping hips, ass smacking, balls swinging…for hours on end. Yep…we know…all our minds will go there. 

     Nawww, we won’t be seeing those commercials anytime soon. Whew…I think I need a cold shower now. 

     Now then…I have a few friends that seem to be suffering from depression. I listen, I do the awwww in all the right places. I try to be a good friend. My advice? Get up off your sorry ass and go do something for someone else who has it a hell of a lot worse than you do. Quit your wallowing in your own self-pity, put on your big boy/girl pants and do something for someone else that really needs the help. Spend that time on those people instead of trying to crawl up on that cross getting splinters and then crying about that too. Come on... pull yourself out of that pity pool and do something productive.

     Now, go. Have a good day. See y’all next week. 


'Cause I like it!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Men are Pigs and we LIKE it that way.

     Sooo… I thought I would do a carryover of sorts from last week’s blog post. I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Scott Spears. Scott is a friend of mine and as you can see, a very hot looking man and a porn star. 

     He was good enough to agree to an interview and let me ask him some personal questions. I guess what I wanted to do here was to show another aspect of the gay male psyche. 
Scott Spears

     Without further ado… heeeere’s Scott. 

AGE: 39 
ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio (October 25, 1974) 
HEIGHT: 6' 1" WEIGHT: 210.2 lbs (7/06/14) 
HAIR: Brown 
DICK SIZE: 8.5" x 6" cut 
HIV Negative: 9-18-2014 
Gay, Str8 or Bi? Gay 
 PREFERRED ROLE...? Versatile 

Max: So, Scott, when did you first get into doing porn?

Scott: January 17, 2000. My first film was Catalina Video’s Head Coach where I played a janitor that spied on the wresting team and was videotaping what goes on in the showers to blackmail them until I am discovered… Very professional group of guys, hot models, great production team. 

Max: Do you mind it being called porn or would you prefer something more like Adult Entertainment? 

Scott: Porn is good 

Max: Did you watch porn before you started? Why? 

Scott: Yes, I loved the BDSM Roger Earl type films showing the gritty hardcore side of underground films. I have always been into leather and fetish related events. When I fantasize, it almost always includes leather, slings and hot hairy muscle guys… 

Max: Do you see a difference between the older gay porn and what is being produced today? 

Scott: Yes, more time was spent on productions when I started. When I started I would be flown out to Los Angeles or Palm Springs first class on the airline, have a great hotel room, expense account, handler, gym trainer, and the sets and acting was great. Some of those I still get but not all of them. The productions had elaborate sets as if you were working on a set in Hollywood. Tons of people on the set - lighting guys, director, makeup, food table, etc.. Each scene that was filmed was done over and over until it was perfect. Sometimes we would work on one scene for a day or couple of days. Catalina was, as the time, the top studio to work for and they did it exactly right.

Max: How do you feel about more and more women watching gay adult films? 

Scott: I love it. Am glad that women like watching men having sex. The barriers have been broken a lot lately… 

Max: Do you watch porn, if so what do you gravitate to? 

Scott: I like to watch leather sex types of films, usually involving a dungeon, sometimes cigars, but always hairy muscle guys… 

Max: What kind of porn turns you off? 

Scott: I am not into twink porn or young guys. I have always dated older mature lumberjack types of guys and so my interest is in those types of films. 

Max: What do you like about doing adult films? 

Scott: I like to travel, meet people from around the world, porn actors have a different sense of sexuality. We can have sex for hours and hours really getting into the other person(s) and atmosphere. 

Max: Do you try and separate your personal life from your film life? 

Scott: I did at first but I don’t anymore. I am my brand. I now just try to treat everyone like I want to be treated like a person with respect for who they are and what they do.

Max: What is your opinion of M/M literature? Read anything lately? 

Scott: I prefer to read M/M literature written by men for me. Just a preference. I read all the time. Latest book I read was a Kindle edition of My Hero. Have you heard of it… lol Thanks for the plug there, Scott

Max: Do you have a humorous story to share while working? 

Scott: Sure. I first time I flew up to NYC to work for Lucas Entertainment. I got up to NYC a few days early to stay with friends and enjoy the city. Lucas got me a temp membership at David Barton gym to pump up prior to shooting day. While there I ran into some guys who had worked for Lucas who tried to tell me Lucas made a mistake in casting me. I started to have self-doubt. The next day I arrived at the Lucas offices very unsure of myself. The office assistant handed me the paperwork needed for the shoot and as I filled it out Michael Lucas walked in, looked at me, and disappeared down the hall. I started to hand my paperwork back and leave but then the assistant gave me an enema set and showed me where to douche out. Michael again appeared but said nothing and walked down the hall. I felt like getting on the elevator and leaving but I stayed and kept remembering that it was Lucas who called me about the film and not the other way around. I then got cleaned out and put on a robe and waited on set, doing my promo stills with the photographer and waiting on my co-star to arrive. It was a complete secret who I would work with that day as the director and photographer would not tell me, only that the other actor would be wearing a robe. In walked Michael Lucas in the other robe. The scene was the hottest one I have ever filmed and a true fantasy that became a reality. I almost listened away a great opportunity to be a Lucas Entertainment man... 

Thanks for sharing, Scott. I guess I’m going to have to go and find that scene now.

Rapid Fire Questions: 
 1. Favorite cocktail. 
Vodka and anything… Right now it would be Vodka, sprite, and cherry juice with a couple of cherries thrown in, but anything with Vodka works. 

2. Top or Bottom? 
Versatile. I almost always bottom but I like to top once in awhile, especially if I am in bondage. Nothing gets me harder than my hands cuffed behind my back, a spreader bar between my legs, and tit clamps while fucking a hot guy… 

3. Preferred guy to do a scene with? 

 I like another hairy guy that takes care of himself in the gym. Like I said before, most of the guys I date are lumberjack types or foreign guys. 

4. How do you like your eggs? Sunny side up almost always… 

5. Favorite book? Necessary Luxuries by Atlanta author and friend Topher Payne. 

Notes: Film clip is courtesy XXXtra Large by Channel Releasing with costar Marco Montana 

Pictures are from my most recent photo shoot by Keith Bailey at Parliament Resort in Augusta, GA (Date of shoot: 9/5/2014) 

I’d like to thank Scott for taking the time to do this little interview. Here is a clip from him most recent film. Enjoy.


Now… as most of you probably know, there are quite a few gay dating/hook-up sites. Not long ago I read a marketing report from one such site, one that is worldwide now. What I found most interesting were some of the demographics that they exposed. The answers go from 1 being the most populoar to 5, least popular 

What age group was most desired.
31- 41, 21-31, 41-51, 51- 61+ 

What body type was most searched.      
Fit, Athletic, A little extra, Bear, Thin. 

Body hair.                                             
Average hair, Hairy, Slightly hairy, Natural, Little hair, Trimmed, No hair. 

5’10” – 6’2” 

White, Latino, Black, Asian, Other 

     Now the report goes on and on, getting into quite a bit of detail. However, as you may notice, gay men prefer men older, hairier and pretty much average type men. The summary of the report shows that gay men want to DATE average guys. 

     This reminds me of a conversation I was able to take part in several years ago in one of my Sunday Bloody Mary hangouts. The gist of it was that that men wanted to go out with pretty much average guys. Yeah, they like looking at the gym bunnies and the Colt models, but overall, wouldn’t consider dating them. Why? Simple, really: they intimidate the average guy. BOOM! There it is! They like to watch them, jack off and that’s the end of it. 

     Does this give my female reader’s a little more insight to the gay male? I’d like to know. 

     Now, as many of you may already know, I released my own anthology last night. There were some formatting issues caused by Createspace, but I think I’ve got those taken care of, thanks to my bestie.

     I included some oldies and some new that have never been published. Also included is one that I wrote just for this book. I hope you will enjoy. Let me know. And please, remember do to reviews, not just for my work, but for each author whose work you enjoy. It really does make a difference. Don’t worry if you think you can’t do a decent review. If you like it, just say so. No big thing. 

     Earlier this week, without really thinking it through, I kinda announced that I am now in a relationship. Little did I know it would cause such a commotion. Poor Emmett and I were over whelmed by all the attention and well wishes. Thank you one and all. 

     A Dante update: I’ve been accused of spoiling him to the point where he won’t come when called to go in. Sorry, John. Not really. He he he. Yeah, so I give him carrots and apples, rub that spot he likes right behind his ear. Is that really spoiling him. Perhaps.

     Kind of a long post this week. Hope y’all enjoyed it. But now it’s time for me to wrap this up. 

When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, whoa, nothing is going right. 

     GET OFF YOUR ASS and do something… for someone else. It won’t take much.

     Until next week,

'Cause I likes it!