burial - kindred. perfect for a little urban exploration
so another weekend in Melbourne. great city but for work it was just more of the same "you're so hot. you're just what i've been looking for but I'm going away worth the family in a few days and you won't be in town by the time i get back, when are you returning to melbourne?" enquiries
apart from the immediate '2 days? there's plenty of time to fuck before you leave' response that i say aloud but never reply with, it also begs the question: "why the fuck are you telling me?" thanks for the compliment and all but unless you're making a booking i really don't care. i doubt if i shoot you a message in 3 months time you'll respond with the same amount of vigour. which, after all, isn't that much if they can't be fucked booking me now anyway
like all smaller gay cities, Melbourne is just frustrating and backwards. it's not as bad as Brisbane, Perth, Adelaide or Hobart but many appointments made in the next 2 or 3 days generally they will all cancel. they've blown their load and they move on. by now i don't place much faith in bookings anymore. sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you just get fucked around. so i've learned to never let it interrupt my plans or rule my day
in these types of cities where homo-respression is relatively high potential clients are difficult, persistent and love to bargain. the best is guys sending pics of themselves lounging in various positions in the bedroom. they are about as erotic as whales who have beached themselves between a comfortable duvet and fleshjack, taking photos of themselves with their phone as greenpeace volunteers roll them back into the sea. they fancy themselves as quite a catch and they expect a discount or a little extra overtime or maybe i'll just wanna come around and fuck 'em for free
he describes himself as 'good looking' and 'hung' but was neither. why try to score a freebie when there's thousands of guys out there online begging for it? maybe they like rejection with a slim chance of success. who knows. but i get this all the time
another thing we seemed to get all the time was young ladies with the tips of their hair dyed pink. not a clear pink either, by like it was done at home and washed out. if it was bright and vibrant i could understand but it just looked like every second lass in town had come fresh from the country fair bobbing for beets
the real event of the trip was some final photo shoots in a disused warehouse. it was the last time Murdoch, the Elk and I would be together for a while in Australia. Murdoch has an upcoming exhibition during a leather fetish week @ The Laird. so we thought we should get some filthy stuff done. an old asbestos ridden warehouse did nicely. here's some of the shots
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