Domesticity ...

I'm becoming a gardener! I have a compost heap! And with a lot of help from a good friend I've ripped the guts out of the section and am starting anew.
Just had a heap of ponga logs delivered.

Yeah, yeah - they look like shit now but they're gonna go against the ugly corrugated iron fence outside the kitchen window. I'll put a water-drip feeder line along the top (pongas grow from the top) and soon we'll have ferny canopy thingy ... add a few epiphytes and we'll have a natural-looking bush land.



Actually, these pongas look rather scrappy ... but you get the idea.

Unfortunately the weather is absolutely shit so the ponga fence can wait ...

Move Your Asses

The Weird, the Camp, and the Simply Outrageous

Unplugged

Y'know, I can appreciate someone referring to their ass hole as a pussy - a boy-pussy, man-pussy or as a love-chute or ... or any other damn thing they want to call it. But personally, I prefer to know that I'm fucking a man's ass - or better still, his arse. And I like him to accept, to acknowledge that that's what I'm doing to him - fucking his arse. I don't want him to feel like a woman. I want him him to know that he's a man being fucked up the arse by another man.

Thus endeth today's sermon.

Golden Boys