Life is great, and porn stars make it that much better.

Soooo...how is everyone doing? I am having a fantastic weekend. I don't have the pictures or videos yet, but I think there's enough that they can get a whole seperate post.

Mainly because of my new heroes: Christian Owen, Blake Riley, Tommy Blade, and Aaron James. Oh, which reminds me, the porn star I was asking about before is JetSet's Aaron James. I asked him. Thanks for all the help, guys. :-P

Anyways, this weekend. Ooooh, this weekend! Let's start with way earlier in the week. I'd been talking to Christian Owen over Myspace about his upcoming appearance. He suggested I should talk to Joel about coming in on Friday...which I planned to do until I realized that Friday night I was working and then I had my friend Kat's "Evil Party" birthday party to go to. I was hugely disappointed I wouldn't get to meet him. Or Blake Riley. Or Tommy Blade (who I'd heard of at the time, but could not for the life of me place. As it turns out, that's because I still haven't gotten to see any of his videos -- not even The Velvet Mafia*.)

So I find out when I get to Club XS on Thursday night that Christian Owen and Tommy Blade are due in that night and will be at the club. Not a chance I'm gonna miss, y'know? Oh, and I hung out with Tony Gibble all night, which leads me to the epiphany I just had: lots of my friends are hot, and most of us get paid for it. :P Back on topic though...when Christian Owen arrived and I saw him, I went over and said hi and he recognized me...so we met formally and then I noticed that his shirt had shinies on it and I got all distracted. I don't know, but I think he has a Bedazzler or something to make shirts like that. I gotta get me one of those.

Then I met Tommy Blade, and somehow my hair color came up and he was insisting that I was not blond. (I am.) So I pointed out that I had like a pound of gel in my hair and he should check the color in the back where there was less product. So he starts examining the back of my head.

Little known fact: if you want me to melt, run your fingers through the hair on the back of my head. You know, like Tommy was doing. Honest to God, Tommy could have been like "Hey, can I throw you into oncoming traffic?" and I would have been like "Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhh."
Oh, and he also said my hair smelled good. Which, with the products I use and the amount of them that were in my hair...I'm really not actually surprised.

And Christian Owen told me about his plans to start producing porn, which I am so excited for. And we talked about 21st birthdays and he described his in as much detail as he could. "I don't remember mine."

After I left the club, after being told by Christian and Tommy I had to come the next night (and having that okayed by Joel), I went to the diner down the street where I am apparently enough of a regular that the owner feels the need to check up on me, and wonders what's wrong when I show up by myself. I guess that's a good thing.
Anyways, I left there a half hour later properly caffeinated and with three mozz sticks I hadn't devoured in tow. I always box everything that's left over now -- no matter how small, it means there's food at home.

I woke up the next morning and soon after headed to the mall. I handed my job application into the Gap and then went to Abercrombie & Fitch where I told the assistant manager that I was putting in my two weeks. He told me he'd tell the bitch -- I mean the store manager. I'm not sure if he did or not, but I feel like he did because she told everyone what a bad mood she was in after he went into the back office with her.
And god damn was she in a bad mood. And god damn was I not putting up with it. The whole day was like a battle of the attitudes, and it sucked. I was in a horrid mood when I left work at 11:30 instead of 11:00.

I just want it for the record though: I love the person who is my manger. I just hate her as a a manager. Does that make sense? Good.
So I arrived at Club XS shortly before the four porn stars (the three featured ones and Aaron James who, y'know, he's our resident pornie, why not?) were going to go on stage. It was enough time for me to meet Blake Riley and for me to be like "Oh, hi! I'm Graham. I leave you stupid comments about how you're gonna be here Thursday...but I meant Friday." And, to his credit, rather than backing away slowly from the retarded boy, he laughed about it.
Tommy also managed to find two more of my "spots" before they went upstairs to perform.
And we all chatted about their industry, and underwear, and I'm all inspired to go get myself some new stuff. And I have some money. But I don't own a camera and that's kind of something I need. Especially, y'know, could have used one this weekend.

So I went up to watch their performance. I am not, however, cut out to be an audience member. And I only had two ones with me. I tipped Tommy first, and then I tipped Christian and then I was out.
Jenny wanted a picture of me and Tommy Blade, so she gave me a dollar to tip him. She snapped a picture. And then his fingers curled into my hair and he yanked my head around, grabbed my chin, and kissed me. Now by the end of the night, having a porn star's lips on mine was not as big of a deal, but since this was the first one I smiled huge and disappeared into the crowd to calm down. Jenny got a picture of Tommy and I looking at each other just after he grabbed my chin but just before he kissed me.
I know, I know, they were kissing lots of people. That's beside the point, and don't burst my bubble.

So, a little while later they were playing Pink's "U + Ur Hand" and Blake started doing this jerking-off hand motion that I do when I dance to that song. As of yet, we're the only two people I've ever seen do that. So I grabbed my friend Robbie and was like "Gimme a dollar, I'll pay you back!" So he handed me a dollar, and I went over and gave it to Blake and told him that little tidbit I just shared with all of you. And he told me...well, nevermind what he told me but let's just say...I'd buy that porn with that soundtrack. :-P
So, I started to make my way back into the crowd and Blake invites me up on stage. I've talked about this before: I'm not good at being in the audience. I'd rather be on stage performing. And when I see other people performing I always just want to jump in. Soooo, I hopped up on the stage, and there I am grinding with Blake Riley. And then Christian Owen jumped up behind me. It was a Graham Sandwich on Porn Stars. Hottttttt.
So, I said to Blake "It's so weird dancing up here with clothes on" and he jokingly invited me to put on a pair of his underwear. Or I think he was joking. If he wasn't, I'm gonna be pissed with myself for not doing it. :-P


Anyways, I got off the stage because I know I can't monopolize their time. And Luke comes up and is like "I think the local yokels need to take back the stage. Take off your shirt." So I took off my shirt and he and I jumped up on stage and danced behind them. For the record, it was all his idea, I just gave in to peer pressure.
And on a side note, Luke and I are totally BFFs-in-the-making.
All three of them are great dancers, but Christian was phenomenal and I need to learn to move like he does. Seriously. Also, I need his boots. I know my feet don't go into boots very comfortably but I want his boots anyways.

Anywho after their performance I went downstairs to hang out with them some more and I heard like...orgasmic moaning coming from one of their suitcases. At first I was super confused and then I realized what it was: a cell phone ring tone. I don't know who's it was, but I definitely want that for my phone.
They came down and changed and discussed their next outfits and it was kinda cool, seeing porn stars wandering around naked right in front of me. By kind of, what I secretly mean is, it was all I could do to keep myself from jumping them right then and there.
Blake gave me a kiss when he came down, I guess a thanks for the dollar? I think I should have been, y'know, kissing the ground he walked on in thanks for the dance but whatever. I apologized for only having two bucks and only borrowing two others.
And then Christian's like "The blog you wrote was all I needed, that was so sweet." So we got talking about my blog, I realized Blake didn't know about when I wrote about him, so I told him I would send him a link. Granted, that was from when I first discovered him in June, but whatever.

Then Luke got me a poster for them all to sign...here's what they wrote:
Blake Riley: "Graham Keep it hard and tight!! :) Blake Riley"

Christian Owen: "w love Baby Graham w love Stay Real XOXO C. Owen XOXO"

Aaron James: "Sexxy ass Graham muah Aaron AJ James"

And I can't read what Tommy Blade wrote but I'm sure it's amazing. I can make out that it ends in "Tommy Blade" and I think it starts with "Love" but there's stuff in the middle. I'll keep studying it and get back to you.

So shortly after that, I finally left for the Evil Party, an hour later than I had intended to, and without time to stop by my apartment I arrived without my costume. I told everyone "I'm dressed as Abercrombie, isn't that evil enough?" and I had high hopes of getting hammered.
I had to be a DD though, so I just drank Coke. It's chill though.

Tonight I work and then it is my friend Becky's birthday party. Tomorrow is a field trip to Philly for my directing class. Tuesday my radio commercial for my Comm class is due and I have no idea when I'm recording it.
But you know what? I love my life.

I could be wrong (I probably am) but I think I've ascended from fan to friend for these four amazing porn stars. :D And I'm totally seeing if I can get them to perform in Providence for my 21st birthday party. But not on my 21st so I can remember it.
I dunno though. I feel like I talked about myself too much, but then, what else is new? I gotta learn to turn that off. :-P

(*Does anyone else really not find the idea of an actual, literal gay mafia all that far-fetched? Maybe it's because Rhode Island practically operates like a very civilized and non-violent crime syndicate....you know, it's like an extreme of the "it's not what you know, it's who you know.")

What's the buzz? Tell me what's a-happening...

I get it, ya'll don't like how I'm not posting......so let me tell you what all has been going on.

I got cast in the fall main stage production of Gint. I was up for the lead, but the damn script....the minor characters are more difficult to play and require a greater ability to have variety. And for that reason I was not cast as the lead -- which is a good thing, I suppose, except for the one little detail: It looks shitty not to have leading roles on your resume!!!
Okay, over it.

I'm slacking in my core class. The professor is allowing it. "I need you guys to watch this video, but just in case you can't see it when it's on TV I'm going to give you the answers to the worksheet in class." Yes, that's how I'm earning my participation grade. Dead serious.

As for my little adventure back home to Rhode Island this weekend...it was because I had a film gig. For a web series. And it sounds like it will be the first of several appearances I have on the series. My video isn't even out yet and the character is already getting involved from his Bebo...
My friends Kat and Katie came with me. To make the weekend even better, it was my mom's birthday. And the last full Waterfire of the season. And the Dark Lady was having it's Gay-sha block party!

In other news, a few pop culture things that irk me:
The Backstreet Boys have too many things in common with their songs. For instance, their two most recent "hits" (that I know of) are "Inconsolable" and "Incomplete". Can we get a new first syllable, boys? Aside from the similarities between the words themselves, both songs suck. Course, I have never been a fan of them so...maybe I'm biased?

Next on the agenda: Chris Cocker, or whatever his name is. The boy weeps in the defense of a tragic mess and, dare I say, a lost cause (Britney Spears) and suddenly shoots to stardom. Can I just throw this out there: he's OBNOXIOUS. His hair is bad. His face is bizarre. I'd rather listen to nails on a chalkboard than his heinous voice. And could you be any more....(for lack of a better word) gay? Seriously, get a personality and follow it up with your sexuality, not the other way around.

Aaaaand, on a totally seperate note...how's this for exciting: Expressmen Interviews My Friend Tony Gibble!

Pretty Person of the Week Returns!

Soooo, it's been a long time and I had to come up with someone this week and it was tough. There's a lot of pretty people out there. But I'm figuring, it's been weeks. It's time to do someone so gorgeous that when I see pictures of them, my jaw simply drops, my heart beats a little faster...

...and it can't be any of the people I've done already who that's true of either. So at first, I'm thinking porn stars. There's some gorgeous ones I haven't featured yet....but then it hits me: that's stupid, I just did a porn star.
So I went on Gerry Garcia's Myspace. He's definitely hot, but he's not what I was looking for. He is, however, the photographer for Industry Los Angeles -- which shoots the hottest, best pictures with the hottest models. (Although, nobody's told him about Tony Gibble...yet.)

I went through Gerry Garcia's top friends looking for the perfect model to reintroduce this segment...and I think, I may have found the perfect one. He's not solely a model -- he also does interior decorating (though not for cheap enough that I could bring him into my apartment, I'm sure :P) Meet Preston.

Aside from his other talents, he himself is gorgeous. Let's just start with the broad shoulders, muscular chest, and general sexiness. (You know I'll harp on the face later.) He's toned to perfection -- not too big, but definitely big enough. And he's got a perfect complexion! I'm sure he tans, but he doesn't just tan...he tans perfectly.

He and Gerry Garcia did a photoshoot for Instinct Magazine. I don't know how much you guys all know about Instinct, but it is THE magazine. I love it, I wish I was subscribed. If I had any money to spare, you bet your bottom dollar I would be subscribed. Anyways, back to Preston...
I do like his goatee, it accents his jawline and his chin and you know how a good jawline slays me, right? It does. But the man is also gorgeous without the goatee, as he demonstrated in those photos for Instinct.

Now, his face. My favorite part of anyone. There's really not another word to describe it other than "strong". Even his eyebrows just sort of exude this confidence and strength -- which is of course incredibly sexy. His eyes are very intense -- also hot. I don't really need to describe this when you can look, I just like to talk about people's faces. Especially when they're nice to look at like this one is. Strong jawline, strong cheekbones (funny, when I said that about Erik Rhodes, he said that was a new one to him, am I the only person who notices cheekbones?), amazing looking lips.

This is one of those boys where you have to stop and think like...is there anything wrong with him? I mean, there's gotta be something right? Or you think...why don't we have anyone like that around here?I know I usually just do one post for Thursdays so you can all oggle extra, but I have such things to tell you! Expect a second post today (but expect me to post-date it so that it comes before this one!)

Disclaimer: Pictures were all found on Gerry Garcia's Myspace and on Preston's. I'm waiting for the court summons over my use of them. :P

Revamping Random Wednesdays!

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

This is the very first Cyanide & Happiness -- a comic strip that honestly, it does not get weirder or more random than that. I've decided that I will be posting random (but funny) Cyanide & Happiness strips here on Wednesdays...because they're easy to find every week. :-P

Oh, and I wrote a new post over at Glamorous! Check it out, I think it's actually fairly good.

I was wondering though: are any of you any good at making banners? I know last time I asked it was because I wanted one for Best Gay Blogs, but this time it's because Tony G wants to put a banner of my blog on his site (sort of as a thanks for the post about him, I guess...he was soo touched, which made me feel really good. :D). So, it'd be awesome if someone with the talent could e-mail me or comment and I could give them a picture to turn into my banner.

Here You Go...

Before I start, I just want to let you know that I wrote more of Glamorous last night. Go check it out!

Anyways, Adam mentioned last week that he prefers real people to the stars I usually post about. Now, because I am shallow and almost all of my friends are super attractive it wouldn't be hard for me to do a pretty person of the week from them....so, this week, I am obliging Adam and posting about my friend, the model Tony Gibble.


You've seen him before if you've been reading for longer than two weeks. Where? Mardi Gras. (And you know anyone who can still look that good in horizontal black stripes is niiice. Because, seriously, not even I can pull off horizontal black stripes, sleeveless or no.)

I'm gonna start off explaining how I was fortunate enough to meet this guy. It's one of those "fate" things, I swear it. See, I'm in H&M buying underwear for work and he's in line ahead of me. There's another guy (who I don't know who he was but whatever :P) playing with this adorable kid nearby. Tony and I were both watching so I said "He's adorable" and thus, Tony and I struck up a fairly typical in-line-at-the-store conversation about Tony's son (who is adorable, if you didn't pick up on that. :P) And from the couple of times we've discussed his son, it sounds to me like Tony is one dad who knows what he's doing without being the embarrassing uncool father. We should all be so lucky, right? I know that's not the kind of father I got stuck with. :P

Anyways, I ran across him via a friend on Myspace and was like "Crazy, it's a small world after all!" and then a few weeks later we ran into each other at the club where I was working. That was a truly awful night but Tony really helped me survive it and kept me smiling. He's a total sweetheart, with a sense of humor to boot.

Obviously he's self confident (you have to be do the kind of photos he does, everything from high fashion to artistic nudes!). And is it hard to see why? He has an amazing body and the CUTEST smile! And, as you'll see in the next picture, he looks really good in multiple different styles of hair!

He is great at getting emotion through his pictures too. Like in the one above and to the left there's this innocent-ness that, trust me, he's faking (:P), but it's pretty clearly there.

In short, aside from being drop-dead sexy, Tony's a great friend, a good father, and an all around great person. And, yes, Adam, he's real.

So, I'll just finish this up with a couple more of his hotttt photos:
Awww, look at him glow!! :)
His modeling career really is going quite well, and I hope he continues to become more and more successful. Imagine him on the cover of GQ or something! That'd be up there on the list of most exciting things ever.

As for any photographers that may be stumbling upon this post...I'm sure he'd love to work with you! You should visit his site (click on his name at the top of this post or click the link of the sidebar!)
Not that I'm like shamelessly advertising for my friends here but your portfolio is not complete without Tony in it. :P