corey spears

The luckiest time continues to repeat

If you were to wake next to me,

you would find that I am waking with a smile

though the amount of breaths that have passed

through me since then are innumerable much to my

chagrin.

all I have are parasympathetic expressions that

lead me to a beach with miles

of sand like talc.

I am on your shirtless back speaking freely into your ear.

38 miles and mouths that press together

and I still taste YOU on my breath now

The sea is on both sides of us

one side is silent while the other is spectacular

and symphonic.

Each ripple of your musculature matches the sand as if both can

only be arranged be arranged so perfectly by nature.

And though envy pours out of me

in the form of her and him,

I walk away with you

and you hold my hand.

Pride Gayness is full blown

there ARE men having sex in the bathroom of my friend Clay's house.

They go to the bathroom during Gay Pride weekend and fuck around.

Why not, do it out in the goddamn streets?

This is your weekend to go out and kiss just like straight people do, all night long and in front of people.

Just wait for tomorrow night. When my friends go out. Trust me. There will be no HIDING in the bathroom or behind the building.

We are coming out, we are coming proud and we will do the do. Do it as it should be done and we will be legendery. Triple F.

That's why I have the password to get into the abbey and none of you fools reading this do.

Get out there and be FUCKING GAY and stop being losers. Get out of the bushes and do it right in the streets!

Peace Out.
Thank you - P.S. Quit your 9 to 5 bullshit and very important gay jobs. Quit your fucking self depleting work, just to have a job to live in this hellhole. Get out there and find what it is you are there for! Whether it be a bad boyfriend, a same sex lover, a dead end job with someone's production company, a few movies, a retail queen, a SAG award, 5 years w/Major motion pics and see if you find yourself fullfilled. I DARE YOU.

Another Guest Blog

Heather Graham strikes again....enjoy!

As I stumble into my boudoir at 12:30 in the AM, I am struck with a question that has been haunting me for the past 2 hours:

"In Los Angeles, on a Wednesday night, should you be able to go to a gay bar and see a stripper’s dick hanging out for God and country to see. And better yet, is it right to be able to grab said strippers cock and do everything but suck it for a mere dollar."

Because honestly, I was shocked and thrilled to find that such filth actually exists on the West Coast. Now, for my brothers and sistah’s in the East, a free swinging phallus on top of a bar might not be news worthy, but here in the City of Angels, it’s front page. Especially when the cock belongs to a gorgeous Latin/Persian/Israeli what have you Adonis. Beautiful body, lips to filth, close shaved head, and a horse cock that stayed 8 inches for at least 2 hours. Now, I know you might be asking yourself, "Where can I go find cocks out on a Wednesday night?" Well, besides Corey’s patio where he is trying to entice the straight that lives across the way, you will have to take yourself on down to… hold it… hold it… MICKY’S! 

I know. You’re saying, " I only go to Micky’s when I get kicked out of the Abbey," but friends, I tell you tonight has change my entire concept of right and wrong. "Wrong" usually being inside of Micky’s, and "right" usually being outside of it. Quick back-story, Chu Chu Minelli asked me to meet him at the Abbey at around 10:30pm. Fine, I go meet him and he’s already three silk sheets to the wind, with some white boy already half-way in it‘s Asian lady panties. He shoves a martini down my throat, and then we’re off to Mickey’s. Anthony, a true hunk of a man, runs the night so we get in free. 2 for 1 drinks, fine, whatever. All of a sudden Chu Chu is literally taking his pants and panties down and flashing his ass to the entire bar in a Beijing Bump & Grind. Two seconds later he is out the door with his nights "sponsor" to get fucked in the ass, and I am left there in a cloud of golden dust.

So I’m thinking, finish cocktail, and go home. I mean, the music is fabulous, the dancers are cute, but it’s W-E-D-N-E-S-D-A-Y. Go home, take a dump, and go to bed. But then all of a sudden on stage number 1, this heavenly beauty gets up in what can only be described as a black sheer sarong, and begins to flop his cock like a metronome. And every beast in the house is running up and grabbing his dick and jerking him off for A BUCK! I mean, say what you want about the state of the economy, but a dollar for a JO is pretty fucking good. What makes it even more delicious is that when he’s facing the audience, you can see the head of his dick hanging down between his legs FROM THE STREET! And an hour later, I am still transfixed by this stud that with a smile for every customer, is getting fondled to filth. I thought I was at The Cock in the EAST VILLAGE for Christmas sakes! (PS – how in the fuck can you close that bar? Get your shit together NY!!!)

So I guess to answer my own question, if there are cute boys without hang-ups, that just happen to have horse-cocks, then why should that dollar bill stay smoldering in your pocket on a cool Wednesday night? "Bartender, can I get change for a twenty?"

Muah!

Heather Graham