I was surfing about the net this morning. Mostly blogs. And news, surely. I came across a lot of gay blogs. And most of them - 97% - only post pictures of more or less naked men and some even real pornographic material. Most of the verbal posts in these blogs are mildly said: shit.
Then there are some perfect ones, with great entries concerning the old evergreen stuff: love, life and universe.


What I wonder is: do gay people really have nothing else to talk about but cocks, muscles, arses and who they've fucked is who is still on the list?? Because usually when I do come across some of these gay "communities" these seem to be the only conversation topics. Ever. So why would I expect that the blogs these poor souls have would be any different?
My concern is: do they have nothing else to talk about? Are they intellectually so inferior all they can do is search for hot pics and repost them? Perhaps that is not the case at all and men and their body parts are the only thing they think about. Their sole purpose of living. Seeing other man's nipples, arse cheeks and dicks… Try to seduce them, and if not jerk off later in the privacy of their bedroom or public toilet. And then move to the next “victim”. To satisfy the next sexual urge and getting more and more frustrated.

Or is it that people just want to see sex? On the television, in the cinema, read in books and magazines, watch on internet. And they find that great. If everything else is crap there is a perfect solution: just throw in some sex and nudity and success is procured. I even saw a review of an opera performance (!) where the main role was sang by a tenor who was on stage completely naked, save a calf skin over his right shoulder. The Royal Opera's new production of Wagner's Das Rheingold features an opening scene with nearly nude Rhinemaidens, wearing only blue pubic wigs (!) and long hair. So sex and nudity also in the most strict and rigid of the art forms. To attract new audiences? Why would be exposing tits and cocks on operatic stage be such a draw for younger listeners? They surely get more from seeing a peep-show.

And then we have the famous rugby players. Years ago they’ve decided to make a calendar of the players – probably just the most sexy ones, almost nude. Needless to say the women and gays went nuts. All those gods au naturel! And so they are called Dieux de Stade. Only this year, some of them went the full monty. Some of them I’ve chosen for this blog. Well decide for your self… I still think: less is more. And: fantasy makes wonders…

Here I am again. I was in one of my favourite countrier: FRANCE! I went there on business to one of my favourite cities: VERSAILLES! Well favourite only because of the glorious chateaux. One of the greatest architectual and human masterpieces of the world.

I love going to France. People are nice, the coutry, even Paris smells so nice, and the people know how to live their life. Even if they are poor or not so fortunate in life, they seem to be happy. It's a terrible generalization and it is entirely possible that I just idealize the French and their culture. Which might have something to do that I grew up reading about the pinacle of their culture: Louis XIV and Versailles. Listening to, strangely enough, Bach.

Altar at the Chapelle Royale

Whilst being there I had a chance to go the the concert in the Chapelle Royale in the castle of Versailles. It was great being there and being a part of the audience in a place which one normaly just sees with 1000 othre turists as one of the visitors of the museum. Exciting!!

Anyway this is my photo story of the comming back home.


I left Versailles by train, the station called Montreuile.


When you take a train to Versailles from Gare St. Lazar - therefore Rove Droite, it means that you'll be traveling slightly above the city and this gives you a perect oportunity to see the whole Paris and see how big the Eiffel tower actually is. Remarcable. And it's still here since 1889. They wanted to destroy it after the World's Fair. It stands as the biggest building in Paris -320m and on the right hand side you can see the second tallest building - Tour Montparnasse with 210m. Impressive 7,300 tons of iron!


A typical Parisian house with the balconies - this one on Rue de Rome (where I went shopping for books and music):


From Gare St. Lazar I took a fabulous Paris metro to Gare du Nord:
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There I took a train back home. A known red TGV train called Thalys:


The first stop of the train. The photo says all ;)


Well the rest of the trip was a bit of a bore. Train stops, train travel. And as soon as we came to the Lowlands it started to rain. Typical. Anyway, when I came to my hometown I forgot to take a pic for you. I was just anoyed by everything and could not wait to come back home where Cmoko was waiting and I could not wait to hug him for a long time and press my kiss-hungry lips to his warm mouth. Which is exactly what happened. And now we're just off to bed :P

I read news today, like I do every single day, unless I don't have access to media. Which I do, almost every day. And some days (like today, cause I'm still ill, goddamn-it!!!!) I spent a lot of time online. And because I have a laptop I’m in bed too. Which means that here and there I dose off a bit. ;))


And then I read horrid news about the following: 18-year-old boy was found guilty of sniper shooting (where else but in USA) and was sentenced for life imprisonment. OK fine.

Hang on: he was 17 when he did the crimes and those were: shooting spree in and around Washington DC. The shootings occurred at gas stations and in parking lots outside supermarkets, restaurants, and schools in a rough circular pattern around Washington. The victims were apparently selected at random, crossing racial, gender, and socioeconomic categories. The locations of the attacks always had close freeway access.
Malvo and Muhammad. Happy together? A father figure?

The boy’s name is Lee Boyd Malvo and had a very difficult childhood. Even though the defence tried to prove that the boy was brain-washed by a man called John Allen Muhammad, who was also found guilty and sentenced to death. The boy was looking for a father figure, but was reported to be of a very violent nature anyway.
Arrested Malvo

I was really disturbed by this. A boy of 17 who should be studying his maths and geography went around and killed 10 innocent people. Why? Did he think it was fun? He had nothing better to do that day, so let’s just kill some people? Did he really want $10 million? So would he then stop killing? Did he think that those people don’t deserve to live just because they are not Muslims? He didn’t really know they were not Muslims actually.

He had a hard life growing up, ok. But what is wrong with the society that breads people like this and men the like of Muhammad who take these young boys, give them rifles in the hands and say: here, shoot some people. We’ll have a jolly time. Bonding and all…
Even if he wanted bonding, trusted Muhammad, he could not really believe that killing 10 people and getting $10 million will make a world a better place. Firstly not, because people like these two live. Secondly $10 million does not even come close to begin making a world a better place.

I feel sorry for him, I really do. Perhaps he would have been a great economist, lawyer, artist, perhaps a politician, or just a good average citizen if he grew up in a different environment and came in contact with someone who would stimulate knowledge and goodness in him.

And then what will become of him? He will be in prison for the rest of his life. Becoming more even more violent and a bigger bastard. Will he live to be 30? I’m afraid not…


Poor victims. Doing whatever they were doing, suddenly shot dead on the floor. Had no idea what happened. Had no idea what they had comming. Pax vobiscum!

What I found out yesterday is, that it's more interesting to read the comments on the people's blogs than the original posts. Why would that be so?

Humans are communicating animals (well to be hones which animal isn't) and we live through interaction. Blog entries offer us a bone to chew on and then we go and write more or less inteligent comments... oh what fun :/

Well anyway, I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I have a really nasty cold. Goddamn it! Constant headache, blocked nose and my voice sound like as if I were a bear. Cmoko doesn't mind... :D

I think that the biggest pharmaceutical invention of the century would be an invention of an anti-cold pill. You begin to snease and caf (private joke; for those unfamilliar the proper word is cough) and start feeling all sicky - hop, you take the pill and voila, you're all fine and dashing as before.Alas and alac we'll have to wait and to be quite honest, I'd prefer if they developed pill against AIDS, cancer, Alzheimer etc ect...


My diet at the moment is: a pill of vitamine C and a pill of vitamine E, 6 pills of Echinacea, about 4 pills of paracetamol, gallons of tea and other beverages per day. And about 6 sprays of "Eau aromatique" for nose bought in a very fancy private pharmacy in Lyon. Which I start to doubt if it really works... it is supposed to unblock my sinuses, but they keep getting more and more full. hmmm Any other suggestions???



Anyway this is how my immediate surroundings looks like these days:

A certain experience from a few days ago made me think about a saying: behind every successful man there is a successful woman.

What made me think that? A very important woman in my life, Milady to be precise, took matters into her own hands and started doing things I was only talking about for ages. She made the whole plan of attack, drew deadlines, gave tasks to every one of us. Hurrah! I was just talking about it…

We need to realize that the more successful the man is, more successful the woman is also. He gets a promotion, she goes with him. And to be honest, the other way around to. But the trick is that they also bear almost no responsibilities. Fair enough.

And sometimes the women do take things completely into their hands. They become bosses. And my question is: why do they always have to dress like men? Jackets, trousers, some even wear ties. Why can they not be feminine? Do they think that they have to imitate men in order to appear authoritative? I don’t think so. It’s all in a personality. It’s all in self confidence, being certain we can do it.

I remember when I was young I loved seeing woman in charge of men. There was almost an erotic attraction to women in charge. Being all bossy and giving orders to men. Strange, since I knew I was gay already at the time, but there was still some fascination in seeing a successful woman. Perhaps also because it was such a rare sight... who knows?
I love this saying: There’s a difference between knowing the path and walking the path!

Stop thinking and start doing it. In order to know your dreams you have to wake up!