tags and thoughts of leathercub

The song is quite cool in Cohen's own version and legendary in Buckley’s take on it (one of the few times a cover actually is better than the original). But please save us on covers on Buckley’s cover of Cohen’s tune. There is no need! Why cant anyone just covers Nick Caves track "Hallelujah" instead?

I headed out to see the Al Gore movie on global warming today. I enjoyed it.
Don’t know if this is a part of building a new platform for a run at the oval office, but he sells the message well!

Wouldn't mind seeing him as vice president one more time, behind Ms Clinton....

Yes, it’s true. I like put my hubby up in the sling and have my go at him, or once in a blue moon let him have his go with me. I don’t know why that should be political incorrect?

A friend of mine told me today that he would never have anal sex ever. He not only told me but he told me in quite a moralist tone that gay fucking was the kind of thing that makes straight people hate us. I told him that if fucking is not his cup of tea that that’s fine and that I don’t mind that others prefer oral or just belly rubbing but I need the whole package.

Most of my friends are straight and some of them have seen our sling... It doesn’t takes two and two to put things together. A straight couple has even borrowed our playroom a couple of times.

Oh well, I am thanking higher authorities that my boyfriend enjoys the same thing as me. Not hard to understand that I love him.

I was at a dinner party for bears yesterday and out of the blue a fellow came up to me and asked me if I was interested in doing porn. He had plans for a movie located in a former public bath that he was going to rent in Germany.

I declined.

I don’t think making porn is my best career move, and in these online days – it’s probably going to stick around forever.

I don’t mind porn… Hell no, I enjoy my share of pictures and videos of naked bears, cubs and chubs… I don’t know anyone who hasn’t their own Paris Hilton tape these days.

But why is something so natural and enjoyable, still so dangerous in the society?
Why isn’t a good porn flick something to put on a CV?
Why is porn something dirty?
And why is dirty bad?

Would I think less of my boss if I had seen him in an erotic or pornographic movie? Would I think less of him if I could see him enjoying himself with a hot girl or a bloke?

Don’t know if I should ask him. He is five year younger than me and he is dedicated to me as my project secretary. Nice bloke, good friendship material. The girls at the office is all over him. Anyhow my BF has no reason to be worried. He is not my kind of “type”.

I have only one type and that’s my hubby ;-)

But good boys working hard, always get good and *REWARDING* results in the end.

Haven't updatet this blog lately but so many things have been going on.

Since December I've changed employer, turned a job offer down from a competitor and generally had a good time. The boyfriend is still the same. I hope I can say that the next fifthy years or so :-)

Last month we took over a gay online store from a friend since he was planning to close it down. It went quite allright, but he finally got a design job (mac) down under (Melbourne) where his mate is. Good for him.

My ex is soon out with his debut cd. Its quite eclectic, a a fusion between drum 'n' base and Miles Davis style of jazz. With both pop, rock and folk influences. To my suprice it is sounding quite nice. Good for him.

Oh well - its off to bed here now...

I have come to the conclusion that gay porn is quite underrated as an art form. The intriguing plot and the fine dialogue make it a business with high artic value! After years of research I have found the oh-so-secret code to making gay porn! I wonder why Dan Brown hasn’t cracked this one yet...

Today I was out taking a “mocca bianco” (white chocolate mocha) and a turkey-panini at the coffee bar around the corner when four women sits down at the neighbouring table. Sitting there reading a book about corporate strategy, my ears couldn’t escape the sound of these “end-of-thirties” woman was complaining about life, love and men in general. I was like – in the middle of “Desperate Housewives” meet “Sex and the City” added with Almodovar’s “Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown”. Hurray!!! Oh well…. Their conversation was partly annoying, but to my surprise partly quite interesting as well.

One of the women lets call her Eve (no pun intended) was complaining about her lover/husband/boyfriend (don’t know his status) of the last ten years. He was nice and handy, but she didn’t feel that he could give her what she demanded of a man. Correction – her words was partner. Men were so easy persons… All though she (to keep her appearance?) told her fellow females that he was good in bed, and did nice things for her (like fixing their apartment, changing tires on their cars and stuff like that), still she couldn’t have deep conversations about the bigger issues with him.

Even though I was sitting there minding my own thing, I admit that I the conversation was interesting, anyhow – their cocky voices overloud my more strategic thoughts. At this point I was interested in what the other girls would tell her… Well one of the girls agreed, and said that she couldn’t understand why men were so easy headed, and that all “sport and cars” was all that men ever cared about. And the other girls joined in, sharing stories about the men they’ve been with and telling gossip about other girls they know for about 10 minutes…

At this time I was getting very bored with them and was about to leave, when I heard Eve once more complain about her man, it seemed like he didn’t understand why he only should use a quite small amount of shampoo (lets call it “Dermahair” – as I don’t remember the Brand) from her shampoo bottle, and only use it at his hair and not all over the body. For her a bottle of “Dermahair” last at least six months. And when he is as naughty to use her Shampoo he could respect that when she chooses “Dermahair” over budget line shampoo he could respect her so much that he didn’t use it under his arms…. One of the other girls said in support “As you said earlier Eve, men don’t understand such complex things…”

I was almost breaking out in laughter, complex things… yeah right.
Bigger issues… yeah right…

I was expecting bigger issues to be like discussing Kierkegaard’s ”ego-theories” or Descartes self-knowledge’s or something like that and not about how to use a Shampoo .

Just outside of the coffee bar - out on the pavement I realised how fortune I was for being gay! I was gay! Hurray I am gay! All you straight guys out there have my sympathy!

let it snow
let it snow :-)

Me and by bf are back after a couple of great days in Paris. We had a good time with time to both relax and to do that “tourist thing”. Walking around in the streets of Montmartre is recommended, some parts of it is still hosting to a more red-light district clientele (from not so risqué Moulin Rouge to Sex warehouses with everything a bear could want…). Someone told me that the building of Sacre Coeur was done to bring salvation to those lesser privileged and those lacking morality…


We also had time to visit the Bears Den Paris ( www.bearsden.fr) where the staff was nice. The local and the visiting bears were cute as hell. After twelve at night the dance floor in the cellar got quite filled… And so did the darkroom (or more accurate “dark corner”) – at least it seemed that way when two local bears (that was standing right besides us) were giving each other handjobs (a free live show that you want see on either Lido or the Moulin Rouge) – I guess the darkroom was crowded. Well at least that could explain the price of the beer (4 Euro for 0.25 L).

Some of the highlights were the elevator up to the top floor on the Eiffel Tower and being on top of the Arc D'Triumphe. Besides that the new “great arch” and especially the “Mémorial des Martyrs de la Déportation” is worth a visit. The later one is a museum/monument over the 200 000 that was deported to concentration camp during the German invasion during the WW2. The monument that feels more like a chapel than a museum is not only a place honouring the individuals that was deported (homosexuals, gypsies, jews and other ethnic or minority groups) but it is also a museum telling us that history should not be forgotten.

I love Paris in December…

I’ve been to France a couple of times before at the Riviera (Cannes and Nice), but never visited the Paris. Some of you might think that’s shameful *grin*, and I actually don’t know why my feet haven’t touched the ground at Champs-Elysées. But that would soon change as I am heading there this weekend!

For a couple of months ago a friend of mine asked if I would model for a T-shirt design. He told me that the T-shirt was going to be artistic and tasty, and that no one except for perhaps my boyfriend would recognise me. After a week of so, I told him that I would give it a go if he promised me that I we would upload the photos to my pc, and that I could see (and accept the use of) the new result before it went to print. I was actually quite impressed of the photos he took and they way he modelled it into a T-shirt design (it actually ended up as two T-shirt prints).

A month ago it was launched and I got two free T-shirts as a gift (one for me and one for my hubby), I also got a baseball jersey with the other print.

Last weekend I was at a bear party in Germany wearing my new T-shirt. Everyone asked me about the T-shirt, where I bought it and who the designer was …


Little did they know that the model was right amongst them!

It’s been a year or two since I first was introduced to logging and God knows that much has changed over these years. Blogging first time around was quite simple, more like a wall you tagged with your graffiti, all in “standard text” and certainly no colours! Well enough about old times….

This blog will contain tags and thoughts of various kinds from my personal view. No subject to small and no subject to far off :) Oh, well perhaps some. So be aware that anything for sexual fantasies to political views will be aired my personal blend.

So who am I?
Well some people would describe me as a bright and funny person, somewhat kinky (love leather…), curios and cute guy... (at least my bf think so :-)). Sexually I have a preference for cub’s, chubs and bears… But I am not out on the market looking since I have the hubby of my choice.