Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Open Forum Wednesday: The Pic Thing

In my question-and-answer series yesterday was an inquiry from a reader about how to hook up with guys online without having to provide a photograph. I spent a good deal of this weekend clearing out my pending-replies folder of my email box, and I was a little surprised to find no less than four emails—all from different people—asking pretty much the same question.

Here’s one, which I’ve gotten permission to reproduce here:
Mr. Steed, 
I am a married guy who really envies the way you go for and get sex. I have been straight for the last twenty years after some ‘experimentation’ in high school, and I think it’s time to start integrating my gay side more, or I think I’ll go completely nuts. All I think about is gay sex. It drives me kind of crazy that I can’t get any. 

I’m not a bad-looking guy, I work out three times a week and have a fit build and a good chest. My position in the community is too important to risk putting pics out there, though, and it bugs me that guys want to see pics before meeting. I’m not into pic-swapping. I want to meet. It seems like no pics is a deal-breaker for most men, though, and I can’t take that risk. 
How can I meet guys online without showing any pics? I’ve tried Craigslist, etc. 
Thanks.
Before I get to my tough love, I’d like to express sympathy to all you guys who wrote in with similar letters (and they were all very, very similar). I understand you’re in a tough place, trying to negotiate that tightrope between your current life and your own sexual desires. It’s obvious, though, that none of you are content with the way things are; if you were, you wouldn’t be hunting for sex on the side, nor would you be writing me to ask for advice.

The simple reality, however, is that there are vanishingly few people who will want to meet you without knowing what you look like. That is the immovable object against which you have to labor. I wouldn’t meet you without a photo. Nor would I meet you with an obviously out-of-date photo, a murky photo that looks like it’s been shot with a crappy cell phone cam in the dark, or a shot only of the tip of your cock. I’ve been burned too many times by guys who’ve represented themselves falsely.

If you want to meet men online, you need to have a clear shot of yourself and your face. It can be that vacation photo from earlier in the spring, or a shot you’ve taken especially for your profile or ad sitting on the stairs. But I need to see a photo so that I can make sure you don’t look like an axe murderer, a creepy playground guy, or one of those men who claims to be 46 when it looks as if you’re 70. (I’ve got nothing against 70-year-olds, mind you, but I do dislike liars.) That’s just the way it is.

Guys who talk about how they’re simply too important and high-profile to have pics absolutely baffle me. Unless your name is John Travolta or Tom Cruise, you’re simply not that special a snowflake that you can’t share your face. (And if your name is John Travolta, you’re not really doing that great a job at hiding your needs, frankly.) There are a lot of married men who share photos of their faces with other men. I’m one. There are a lot of teachers, politicians, policemen, and other high-profile career men who have photographs of themselves. If we were in the nineteen-fifties or sixties and homosexual blackmail plots were still a current literary device, I might understand. But we are well past those days.

Perhaps you might not want to share your face photo on Craigslist, where anyone can stumble across it and link to it. That’s understandable. But you can choose another online site that requires membership, like Manhunt or Adam4Adam—your wife, your minister, your parishioners are not going accidentally to stumble across them on a site like those that requires a membership or account. (If they do, they’re looking for the same thing as you, you know.) You can even place your photos under lock so that you can pick and choose who sees them, if you’re really that worried. But guys are going to want to see your photos, and you are going to have to share them at some point.

The essential crux of the dilemma with these gentlemen is that—and I don’t mean to be cruel, just honest—they want to have all the benefits of scoring online tricks, without taking any of the risks. To someone who’s never posted a photo on an online profile before, I understand that it’s a daunting prospect. In reality, though, it’s a risk so minimal that once you’ve done it, you will be totally baffled at why you thought it was at all scary. Without risk, you’re unlikely to get rewards. No guts, no glory. That’s simply the way it works.

So no, I’m afraid that I can’t offer any of these gentlemen the reassurance that there is a foolproof way to get sex online without taking the slightest risk. If these guys want to get some, they’re all going to have to give.

What do you guys think? We’ve discussed the pic thing before the past, but would you have any different advice to give? Am I being too harsh? Or is my advice pretty much on-target? Let’s hear your experiences in today’s open-forum comments.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Return of the Attention Seeker

As a lot of you already know, I spent yesterday afternoon nuts-deep in one of my readers. Since I spent all afternoon and a good chunk of the evening with him, I didn't get much of a chance to write an entry for today. I'm hoping you'll all forgive me, though, when I share a few photos of the encounter with you.

For the record, the lucky recipient of my 10-day load was Franco, whom we'd all seen before in the entry entitled Attention Seeker. He definitely will be getting more of my attention in the future. I was pushing these photos out onto Twitter as I was taking them. I never knew that uploading a photo while rimming could be so complicated. That's multitasking for you. And a sign of true devotion to my (piggy) readers, of course.









Monday, October 17, 2011

Monday Thank-You

Aren't these nice?


Not the cat. The trunks.


One of my readers bought them for me.


He got them from my Amazon Wish List.


They fit really well.


So I wanted to thank the reader who chose them. It was a thoughtful gift, don't you think?


And that's all I really have to say for now. Thanks, kind reader!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Reader Asses: #5

I am up to my elbows in ass.

Okay, sometimes I mean that literally. Tonight, however, I'm talking metaphorically. Thanks to my original call for photographs of your backsides, I've received so many of my readers' asses in my mailbox that it's almost overflowing with juicy, round, full, rimmable, fuckable ass.

By all means, don't stop sending in those photos. I'll keep posting them as long as long as I keep receiving them!

Let's see what we've got to display, this week. Be sure to thank this week's participants in the comments!

Boiboi21






There's something about the basic, all-American jeans drop, isn't there? It's reminiscent of Bruce Springsteen's Born in the USA album cover, crossed with the back half of Michelangelo's David. And Boiboi21 here has the perfect specimen, don't we agree?


Playpigtop






August members of this week's ass safari, I must ask you to lower your voices as we round this next corner. We have a rare sighting of a top man bending over and showing what lies between his cheeks. Shush, for the slightest noise may send him scampering back into the forests from whence he came.

Aw, who'm I kidding? I see tops showing off their asses in photos all the time. Of course, by the time they send me those photos, they're usually not looking to be tops any more. Playpigtop, thanks for sharing your hole with us all!

SirLancealot






In days of yore, knights of olde would . . . hrm, no.

Get a load of HIS round table . . . no, let's not do that one.

How'd you like to plunge your sword between them sto . . . eh.

Just stare at SirLancealot's beautiful ass so I can skip the cheesy Arthurian puns, would ya?


Ian






Ian is 29 and hails from Northern Ireland. He was very specific about the fact that as an unschooled American, I am misspelling the very British arse as ass.

It sounds much dirtier as arse, doesn't it?

However it's spelt, Ian sports a nice one. I love that ridge of fur running down its length. Thanks for the arse, Ian!


Sleazy Jake






I know, with a name like 'Sleazy Jake,' how can the ass be anything other than spectacular? Jake lives up to all expectation, too. He wanted me to share with the world how sleazy he is, and how much he craves sperm deep in his guts.

Um, I'm packing my cock rings and my bag, Jake. See you in a few hours.

If you'd like to see more of Jake's photos, they're available online. I know I've spent many a pleasant moment looking at them already.



Thanks to all this week's participants!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Spunked Saturday

A loyal reader made an arrangement with me this week to send a pair of his underwear for me to decorate with several of my loads.

I thought it would be kind of rude not to let him know the underwear arrived yesterday, safe and sound. As for my part of the bargain—well, you can see for yourself.


There'll be more to come. (So to speak.)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Thursday Thanks


To the generous person who sent me a Target gift card this week from my Amazon wish list: many thanks. As always, I like to show my appreciation for gifts from my readers in a visual way.

In this case, draping the gift over my semi-erect dick seemed appropriate.

I already know what I'm doing with the gift. Sad to say, it's something entirely geeky.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

My Shorts, Revisited

Remember that pair of shorts I crusted with cum and gave away in a contest a couple of weeks ago? (Jase, you should've had them in your paws by now, my friend!) Well, these ain't them.

What they are, however, are another pair of shorts I made for a very special reader shortly thereafter, and dropped in the mail for him. He promptly donned them, took some snaps of himself wearing them, and sent me the results so that I could post them for Breeder's Readers to see.

I think my cummed-up briefs look pretty good on this guy. What do you fellows think?

Monday, September 6, 2010

Labor Day Well-Wishing

Gentle readers,

I'm still a little bit down from the events of the weekend. Judging from the website statistics of the past couple of days, everyone's out of town or at the beach anyway. So in lieu of an entry today, let me just wish all of Breeder's Readers a most happy, warm, and sandy Labor Day, and safe travels to those of you fortunate to be spending the holiday in some nice vacation spot.

Oh, and a click-to-enlarge dirty photo:

Monday, August 23, 2010

Dirty Instamatic Monday

These photos are from a lunchtime restroom encounter I had several years ago at a favorite cruising spot. You can see the guy sitting on a toilet seat in one of the photos, in fact. We crammed into a booth and had some fast-and-dirty suck-and-fuck action before anyone could catch us.

As always, clicking on the photos will take you to a larger version.





Monday, July 5, 2010

Dirty Polaroid Monday

(While I'm on the road today, enjoy these old dirty photographs of mine from 2001.)








Sunday, May 30, 2010

Your Sunday Morning Consolation Prize

It's a holiday weekend, and no one's around. Additionally, my internet connection has been up and down all morning like a stripper working a pole, and I haven't had an opportunity to work up a post.

So you'll just have to make do with these photos of me playing with myself from a few minutes ago, won't you?

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Yes, I'm fully aware my bookshelves are a mess. Thanks for reminding me. Have a happy holiday!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Saturdays Suck

In honor of hitting my hundredth follower yesterday, this morning I'm posting a photo of myself in action.

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That bearded face is mine, if you wonder. What'll happen when I hit 200 followers? I'll have to find something to top this, won't I?