Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
So what happens when you have a swimming pool, a jacuzzi, slow salacious beats pounding to the throbbing of your main veins pulsation... I found myself running out of lube. Unfortunately I did not restock on the 10kg drum of Assegai because I was not planning an all men rock star party.
So here are some other house hold goods one can use if one has run out of Assegai:
1- Egg whites - it tends to get a little sticky and the smell is subtle but, hey, I can still smell it.
2- Jelly- make it a little thick, its quite a bit of fun if you enjoy eating
3- Natural, low fat, unflavoured yoghurt - works in the morning, you know, to perk you up for bacon and toast.
So my favourite was the jelly, you can make buckets of it in different flavours and have yourself a delicious little orgy.
What lube not to use?
Never use substances that contain any oils as lubricant for anal sex! Lubes that contain oils are a no-no for two reasons:
- Oil causes condoms to perish – they become weak and are far more likely to break, and
- Oils remain inside your anus where they go rancid (bad) and collect bacteria and dirt. Gross!
Here are some examples:
- Body lotion
- Hand cream
- Cooking oil
- Baby oil
- Olive oil
- Aqueous cream
- Hair conditioner
- Hair gel or hair food
Some people use spit as lube, its not recommended, although it doesn’t contain oils it is not slippery enough and can make sex uncomfortable and cause a condom to tear.
Obviously you must never, ever use semen (cum) or pre-cum as lube! Remember that HIV and other sexually transmitted infections (STIs) are spread through semen and pre-cum!
Till next time
Friday, August 13, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
It was a boiling hot day in Cape Town when I got the call... "Juanne, your dad has stage four cancer". My mind went blank while trying to soak up the information that my dad has been showing symptoms of an illness for two years and only now they diagnose him with cancer... and just for anyone out there that knew as little as I did, Stage 4 is like really really bad. The cancer is in ones blood stream at this point and it is slowly spreading to the rest of the body.
So I packed my car and drove the 1400km back home. The chemo left my dad weak so I came home to help him run his business and just add some moral support. It was late Autumn so the garden was looking good still. We have this small court yard at the entrance of our home where my dad had actually built his own Koi pond from scratch. I decided to get my green fingers to work. My train of thought was if maybe I get stuff to grow around a feature in the garden that has life maybe it will just give my dad the extra mental boost he needs to want to live or at least fight to live.
It was a matter of days before I rushed him to the hospital and as he sat in the back seat extremely hesitant to get out of the car I caught a look in his eyes I have never seen before, of fear. He looked up at me as if he knew this is going to be the last time he gets out of this car. My heart cracked down the middle like frost splitting cold, hard rock in two. I had to encourage my dad to get out the car and go into the hospital when all I wanted to do was race him to the sea. Sit with him and watch the sunrise over the Indian ocean one last time.
A few days later I went into hospital. I was down playing a stomach ache when suddenly it dawned on me it could be my appendix and it could end potentially fatal if I don't have it removed. While I was being tortured in the Springs Parkland Hospital my dad slipped away...
I immediately wanted to leave the hospital that very morning and as I stepped outside I felt the freezing cold air burn my face. It was the night of the black frost. Everything died. Every plant around the pond was dead, life seemed to stop. I was surrounded with death, a black, bitter and icy death.
I told him as often as I could that I loved him, way before The Big C! I spent as much time as I could with him but no matter how you spent the past when the future is no more the pain is the same. It takes its toll not only on the person with cancer but everyone around that person. One thing, its a fighter and you HAVE TO FUCKING FIGHT BACK!
So, I am back in the East Rand, well Far East Rand to be exact and in the need to take a step back from all the all gay activities I have been so prone to attend I decided to hit a little whole in the wall called Black Dahlia. I went on a Thursday night because they host some DJs from a crew called Buttjigga that pound some Drum and Bass. I love Drum and Bass! I find it really really sexy some times to hear a different beat to move my hips to.
Now when I arrived a heavy metal band was playing. They were alright, a little juvenile in their approach to rock but I liked their style. Eventually it was time for the DJ's to play their set and naturally I was on the dance floor Jigga'ing my Butt! Very confidently the lead singer of the band is dancing right up in my space. At first I was a little weird ed out that I was so aggressively chased but being a man it only lasted a second before I thought "Damn, this is HOT!"
Needless to say that I was totally surprised to be hooking up with a hottie in a place that sold Wellington Brandy by the gallons... although Wellingtons is probably the reason I had a kiss and a tickle in a some what less than desirable toilet cubicle. Oh well, all in the name of HOT.
I am looking forward to this Thursday, lets see what Boksburg has to offer me.
Till next time.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Now Citrus Lounge is a very awesome venue with all its circles, the dance floor could stand to be a bit darker especially when Mark Stent's set is dark house and banging away. The music was awesome! That mans body is so awesome behind decks and when you feel the rush through your veins his music set vibrates the bones that holds you all together. Fantastic!
The crowd were fairly responsive to the whole fetish, fantasy idea. I think the whole thing would work better if the Jozzie boys will get over their insecurities and just slip into something a little bit sexier or fun for the event. Show those tattoos, bare some flesh, strap yourself into a harness or just drag it up if all else fails. I always try show flesh but this winter has been unkind to me so the party had to settle with me showing off only enough shoulder to see my tattoo and only enough chest remembering to keep the nurple-that's 'turned on nipple'-nurple, covered.
The party was a Kinx party, I remember Kinx from my film school days where on occasion I would need some leather paraphernalia or a big black dildo or even just when I wanted to look at a really hot man, I would go over to Kinx for a peak.
It was a good start to a season that promises to be filled with golden showers and morning glories...
Till next time
Happy hunting and good gardening!