Saturday Is a Porn Day

Matthew Rush
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There's a rugby song with the lyrics "Saturday is a rugby day." This past Saturday, I had to substitute the word rugby with porn.

It started Friday night at krazyoke. Jason Adonis called while a gaggle of us (including fellow bloggers Jay and Jeffy) were at a local watering hole singing.

Jason was supposed to be in Southern Cal. but ended up not going so he wanted to stop by. He showed up and of course we commenced with the smooching.

Throughout the night, people commented that we were "such a cute couple" and "why don't you get serious about him?"

Here's the problem. Although JA is very hot and we click on a sexual level, there's nothing else there. The three hours we were together at Apollo's we may have exchanged 10 sentences. At least half of those consisted of him telling me he wanted to fool around.

So, that's the story. There's nothing wrong with it -- it is what it is.

So, I dropped George off at my place to get his car. Then I went upstairs and showered off the stench of cigarette smoke, packed my bag of tricks and went up to JA's house, yadda yadda yadda I managed to pull a ribcage muscle and only got three non-consecutive hours of sleep before rugby practice in the morning.

I swear to God his house abuts a goose farm. I heard squawking from what sounded like geese all friggin night. And I'm used to having my wave machine--I need it to fall asleep. And by the time I finally fell asleep JA woke me up for Round II.

After rugby practice, I went home and showered and got ready for my photo shoot with Erin's (a girl in our art department) girlfriend Tracy and Lifetime Falcon Exclusive Matthew Rush.

We had them dress up as Superman and Wonder Woman. They both looked great and Matthew ended up being a very sweet guy. He looks better in person than his pictures. I felt kind of bad for him. I think there's a certain sadness about people who's income is derived solely on their looks. Of course, this could be me projecting....

I went home after the shoot and took a one hour nap. Then I watched Something's Gotta Give and got ready for The Arizona Fetish Ball.

I was covering the fetish ball for X Factor. I met our photographer Edward and his boyfriend Dale outside the venue.

Needless to say, I stuck out like a sore thumb--I wore jeans and a Pearl Jam t-shirt (just in case anyone had a rock music fetish). I guess everybody else's fetishes consists of wearing lycra, leather, studded jock straps and pasties. Although I'm a very open minded person, some of the fetishes just freaked me out.

One guy put hooks in his chest, stomach and legs. They raised him up on these springy coils and then bounced him around. His skin was stretching out so far I thought it would rip. It kind of made me nauseous and I had to stop looking.

There were other exhibits and shows too--like guys zapping girls with electricity or flogging them. It was a 99 percent hetero event. And almost all of the people in collars ended up being guys. The girls definitely wore the pants at that event.

So that was my Saturday. I've had enough porn and fetish stuff to last me for awhile. At least until next weekend. ;-)