Skanks in Pearls featuring Brandon B.

If you come to this, I’ll totally make out with you.  I’m not joking.

I am making my debut in the HOT! Festival here in New York City on July 28th for the new show Skanks in Pearls!

When I turned 30 this year I promised myself to make space to be creative and get back on the performance wagon.  I’ve been sponsoring everyone else making art for years and have sorta put my stuff on the back burner.  Well I don’t expect to live beyond the age of 50 (see; low bone density), so I’d better get crackin’, and Skanks in Pearls is pretty much my unofficial “return.”

We have already been featured on the Huffington Post as on of the comedy shows that you should see, and people haven’t even seen what I do yet!  Which is kinda funny that I keep getting asked to perform at events, because all I ever really do is giggle into the microphone and talk about what a dumb ho I am.

Anyway, I hope you can make it.  It’s only $5, and The Pleasure Chest will be giving away all kinds of sex toys and gift cards to those who attend, so really there aren’t too many excuses not to go and support the wonderful people I’ll be performing with.

p.s. buy me a drink after the show because I will likely be experiencing a cold sweat from being sober at 10PM on a Saturday.

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Spring Forward

Content coming soon.  Been traveling a lot and working hard.  Creativity is born with the spring.  Get ready lovers. xo

 

 

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Valentine’s Day and BJs, by Brandon B

Photo 2010 Walt Cessna

Valentine’s Day!

I love Valentine’s Day. I say it every year — people that like to whine about how “I don’t need a holiday to tell someone I love them” or “This was invented by the greeting card companies” can K my big porcelain A. If Valentine’s Day DIDN’T exist and someone said “Hey we should make a knew holiday. What if we had a holiday for love!” everyone would think that person was a genius, so bite me, it’s awesome.

I am hosting a blowjob workshop at The Pleasure Chest New York the day after which should be fun. My workshops always get such sweet feedback, and I always try to use that feedback from my audiences to keep my workshops fresh, informative and interesting. If you’d like to attend check out The Pleasure Chest’s workshop page for a list of all our upcoming workshops.

I have to go get dressed cute — my Valentine is picking me up from work today and I told him to dress goth and bring me flowers so that we can make everyone at the bar jealous of us.

Have a great Love Day!

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Saturday Mornings, by Brandon B.

I have been busy because of Valentine’s Day which is a super busy season for The Pleasure Chest, but I promise to get posting more soon. I have about 4-5 shoots lined up so I’ll be getting you some eye candy within the next few weeks.

Anyway I am popping by briefly to give a shout out to my friend Travis Williams. It’s his birthday! Travis was nominated one of OUT/GLAADs 2011 up and coming New York artists, and I have the privilege of getting to be his friend as well as live with him.

Here is a candid shot he took of me recently in our home.

(For the record I was massaging my feet, not picking them)

Bromance. Happy birthday Travis. xo

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Give Me All Your Love, Plan B by Brandon

Madonna giving me panty stains

So everybody knows that I am a huge Madonna fan.  This is usually the point when some bitchy queen chimes in with an eye roll or some snarky comment.  Well YOU can go fuck yourself.  I mean that literally; find a way to insert your own penis into your ass, move it in and out, and literally fuck yourself.  I love her.

When I was younger my dad didn’t like me listening to music.  At the time gangsta rap was prevalent and he was afraid if I listened to what was out there I might join a gang or have an orgy or something.  He didn’t want music to influence me to make bad decisions, which is a good-at-heart parenting move, but something people should learn to embrace is to talk to their children about outside influences, not try to block them from the outside world.  They’re going to hear/see stuff no matter what, and if you try to block them from it they are only going to interpret that as “I have questions about this but I can’t go to my parents, so who will I talk to about it?”  That’s where the dangerous part comes in to play.

p.s. I was allowed to listen to his music (on CASETTE. omg @ dating myself).  His music of choice was Styx, Oingo Boing, AC/DC, etc.  All good wholesome bands.

I was about 13 when my mom snuck me my first CD (CD!!).  It was Madonna’s Immaculate Collection — an album hailed as one of histories “must haves” in regards to the 80s.  She handed it to me, I was in my bedroom, and she told me “Don’t tell your dad.”

Madonna then became a symbol of untapped forbidden extracurricular enjoyment for me, and my prying eyes and ears wanted more.

I would take trips to Warehouse Records in Torrance (it was a place, I promise) and just flip through all the CDs that she had released.  The artwork on the album covers taunted me, because I was a good little boy and I wasn’t about to purchase something I was told not to.  But I wanted it.  I WANTED IT.  Then she released Bedtime Stories, and upon hearing Human Nature — a song about being repressed and not caring anymore — my itch became a scratch and it needed attention.

I was a member of that horrible pyramid scheme BMG music.  It’s where you could sign up to order CDs via snail-mail and, unless you told them otherwise, they would send and bill you for the pick-of-the-month.  I abused that fucker like no other, and when Madonna’s Bedtime Stories was released, I decided to stand my ground.

I tried to reason with my dad.  ”It’s just music! It’s not like I am going to go out there and start having sex!”  This statement is probably hilarious to those who knew me back then.

“Human Nature IS sex!” he replied.  I stood my ground, and in the end he gave me permission to buy it.

Madonna has since been a connection between me and my mom.  Whenever I listen to Madonna I think of my mom.  Her act of treason opened up the doors to my musical life, and although I have obviously discovered other artists that I love, Madonna still holds a very dear and precious part of my heart.

I should point out that my dad, by my 16th birthday, loosened up a lot, and even bought Madonna’s SEX book for me.  He told me when he gave it to me; “I was going to buy you the video of the behind-the-scenes of the book, but I felt like that would be too much.”

Madonna’s SEX book inspired me to research other erotic-themed photography because I saw it as so romantic despite the raw sexuality of it all — which people typically view as crude — and lead to me being one of the dolls here at Darling House.  Just a little back story for you on how I got here.  Once I finish my upcoming art/erotica zine you’ll see what I mean.  Oh and yeah, by the way I am working on my next zine.  Photography by Travis Williams.  Stay tuned!

Anyway she someone just leaked her new song “Give Me All Your Love” and I am loving it.  It’s simple, it’s campy, it’s pop — It’s Madonna doing whatever the fuck she wants.

Check it out:

 

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The Lies That Save Us

I went on a date once with a guy and he told me that the fact that I am so open with my blogging scared him.

I asked him the obvious, already knowing the answer; “Why does it scare you?”

“Because if I piss you off or hurt you, you’re just going to tell the world” he said.

“Are you planning on hurting me?”

He never called me again after that.

Believe it or not, there are a lot of things that I don’t post in my blogging.  There are certain lines that I don’t cross out of respect to privacy.  Sure some people will know who or what I am talking about, but those people are my real-life friends and have heard it all first hand, in greater detail.  Everyone else…well who’s to say anyone else even cares what I write.

I recently ended a relationship that was like a poison in my blood.  I was obsessed with “being there” for this person who was going through some very difficult psychological happenings, and throughout the process there were really good times.  However, there was also a lot of him doubting me, a lot of me having to explain my actions and motives, a handful of him getting drunk and telling me he hated me and once that I was awful, and a lot of me feeling completely drained at the end of each day.  Now that we are broken up he is constructing walls around me in his head, kinda like that movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.  Except that’s a movie and this is an actual person who is very openly telling me “I am trying to forget you and all of the silly stuff you put me through.” Finger pointing, blaming, redirecting, etc…Nothing I’m into.

The movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was inspired in part by a poem called Eloisa and Abelard.  It’s absolutely gorgeous, and it makes you want to fight monsters and destroy worlds for someone.  There is a line of the poem that I really connected with in regards to this person;

“Though cold like you, unmov’d, and silent grown

I have not yet forgot myself to stone.”

Everything that I put myself through for the sake of this person was very clearly linked to my experience with my mom.

My mother suffers from a range of psychological ailments.  I believe the last official diagnosis was “psychotic schizophrenic manic depressive.”  She has been plagued with these issues ever since I can remember, and only within the last handful of years has she made any real progress on the matter.

I remember the moment I became an adult.  I was seven years old.

My dad, sister and I had returned from Ralph’s with an armful of groceries.  As we approached our apartment door we noticed that it was open and that our living room was populated by a dozen or so paramedics.  On a stretcher there in the living room was my mom, hooked up to some breathing tank thing and asleep.

She had tried to kill herself. Again.

After they left I ran in to my room which I shared with my younger sister.  I knelt down between our two beds on the floor in an oversized shirt which I used as pajamas.  I placed my entire face into the palms of my hands and began to weep.

As I sat there on the floor crying I was oblivious to the lack of emotional restraint I had.  Part of being a child is acting in extremes.  Small disappointments result in dramatic outbursts.  Bubbles floating in the air result in fits of laughter.  Your mother being wheeled out of your apartment after taking a bottle of anti-depressants results in an outpouring of tears into your hands.

I looked over my shoulder suddenly, I’m not sure why.  There was no sound, no shadows.  I’ve always had this gift for being able to tell when someone is behind me, just enter the room and I can feel you there.  Standing in the doorway was my dad who had just seen me in my room.  He stood in the doorway briefly, sighed, and walked away to take care of my sister.

The expression on his face made me realize how alone he must feel having to do this whole parenting thing on his own.  Suddenly, in that moment, I straightened my back, the tears stopped almost immediately, I wiped my face dry and went to help him with my sister.

My childhood was put on pause when I was seven.

I would spend a lot of time with my mom listening to her.  It’s not something that my dad had a lot of patience for.  My dad is a laborer, and a damned hard worker, but when it comes to feelings and the emotional stuff he often struggles to relate.  So I would sit with my mom and just let her talk.  It was sometimes tame, sometimes obvious unrestrained ramblings.  I would piece together all of her stories and find tangents between them.  I would hear what she was saying but then also seek out where it was coming from and why.  I have been a psychoanalyst ever since I was seven.

It was difficult at times but I was there for her, and that alone showed how much I loved her.  We developed an insanely strong bond that remains in tact to date.  I was by her side and I always will be.

Now as an adult 2,500 miles away, it interests me to look back at the types of men I have dated in my 29 glorious years on this planet.  It always seems that I end up with someone who thinks of themself or is perceived as a “lost cause”.  I think I’ve learned a lot about my habits with dating recently and, yes, I think I have been drawn to people like this because of my desire to fix everything with everyone, ever.  I have limitations though, and realistically I can only do so much for someone.  And also realistically, I really didn’t feel right in a relationship.  Not just that one specifically, but just in general.  I have so much going on in my life right now, and I felt guilt as the realization crept upon me that I have not allowed for there to be time in my life for a monogamous relationship — and worse; I felt guilt that I realized I am ok with that.  I felt guilt around deciding this, because hey if I could be there for my mom then why not for a boyfriend.  Well you know what the difference is?

THAT’S MY FUCKING MOM.

Don’t ever treat me like shit.  I wont tell the world your name, but chances are the people you’ve encountered already know exactly who I’m talking about, and I’m done being blamed for your issues and insecurities and my life style.  I never blamed us not-working-out on you, but you seem to love to blame me.  It just didn’t work out.  Some things just don’t work out.  Why does someone have to lose?

Travis and I are getting in to the Fleshbot awards and after party for free.  I’m going to have coffee with my pal Buck Angel and (hopefully!) do a photo shoot with him next week. My Swamp Witch friend in Arizona has surrounded me with wards.  Today I danced on my bed and wore wolf paws.

It’s finally over, my life is back to normal.

 

 

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Shapeshifting

 

I attended the Sacred Sex Roundup on Friday where I was to speak on a panel about spirituality and sexual identity/orientation.  I believe the entire thing is going to be online soon so I’ll let you know when it’s posted so you can see how idyllically awkward I am in real life.

After the panel I received some very nice feedback on my presentation.  Words used to describe me were “captivating”, “compelling”, and “hunk”.  I’ve never been called any of those before, so it was really exciting to hear and it made me feel really positive about the panel — which ended up being a very interesting conversation.

At one point I revealed to the audience that I was half Native American.  People are always surprised to hear that, I’m not sure why.  Oh wait I know why, it’s because my skin is as white as a porcelain.  But yes, it is true…I’m Native American.  Hopi and Cahuilla to be precise.

When I was young and studying my roots I came across ritualistic shamanism and shapeshifting and studied it pretty heavily for a handful of years.  Shamans are individuals that communicate with the spirit world in order to handle situations in the physical world.  They don’t deal directly with medicine, exactly, but rather work to heal the spirit, which then translates to healing the body.  Interesting little side fact — gay shamans are considered two-spirited shamans, and are actually revered as especially powerful as they successfully exhibit the traits of both the masculine and feminine.  Gender fluidity runs rampant amongst many shamans and is actually highly respected.

There are a lot of theories behind shapeshifting, ranging from fairytale stories to lore to actual practice.  To successfully shapeshift isn’t necessarily to turn in to a bird or lion or snake.  Rather it is to focus on the being (be it animal or otherwise) and what qualities it is about that form that you wish to adapt into yourself, and by doing so you “shapeshift” into that being and adopt its qualities and skills.

Anyway, there really isn’t a specific point to any of this I just wanted to share a little about my background.  This Halloween I have shape shifted into a tribal wolf.  Hear me roar!

Oh I also shape shifted into a blonde for the first time ever.  What do you think?

 

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Work vs. Werq

Oh em gee, I have been a busy little man.  I just wanted to stop by and tell y’all that I will be speaking on a panel this coming Friday the 28th here in New York at the Sacred Sex Roundup. I will be speaking alongside some very impressive individuals, including my friend and co-worker Ignacio Rivera from The Pleasure Chest.  It will be broadcast online for those of you that want to watch but can’t attend.  Cool!

Anyway, I hate posting without giving you something to look at, so check out my costume from my Halloween Orientation party this last Friday

Before:

And after:

Ahh I enjoy life, I do.

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Cups and Hurricanes

“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”

-John Green, Looking for Alaska

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The Desperate Kingdom of Love

When I was 19 I had an emotionally abusive boyfriend that enjoyed manipulating reality to absolve himself of guilt or responsibility and directed due blame at me.  He’d turn every issue into something that was, actually, my fault and he enjoyed controlling me, and I — 19 years old — didn’t see it happening.  After I left him for a witch I met that worked in the same mall as me at Hot Topic, I fell in love but he wasn’t able to do a relationship, so we ended in a flurry of tears.

Every guy I dated after that was either perfect or awful.  Cody was a good boy.  Larry was insane, but to his credit so was I at the time.  After a handful of relationships, both good and bad, I came to understand things about myself that weren’t healthy that only manifested when I was with someone; jealousy, possessiveness, hypocritical thinking.  I had a boyfriend when I first moved to New York, and we broke up almost immediately.  I am told by everyone who has known him the last five years that he has turned into an arrogant sketchy asshole.  He was a good boy when he was with me, but I was, again, crazy.  I e-mailed him last year to tell him that, despite the pettiness on both sides of our break up, I hope nothing but wonderful things for him.  Maybe that was a weird thing to do?  I don’t know.  All I know is I don’t need a grudge in the back of my head; it happened, it’s over, and sometimes things just end; the end.  Bury the hatchet.  Bury the hatchet.

I took five years off from dating to focus on me.  Well, me and work.  I realized that I had a lot of work to do on myself before I could have a meaningful, healthy relationship, and so I began doing things that made me happy and that I enjoyed.  I read somewhere once “If you are looking for love, don’t.  You’ll find love when you start doing things you love.”

In these last five years I have found my smile.  I see colors that I never saw before and I hear sounds in silence.  I discovered that this feeling I’ve always had in me was a love for life, and I wanted to share that love with the world.  My friends feel it — I surround my friends with love and joy and I never want to see them upset.  My life is busy but simple.  Everyday I come home and sit on my roof and watch the sun set.

So I finally met someone that caught my interest for more than a minute.  He is a wonderful person and extremely beautiful, and when I’d make him smile I felt as though I owned the entire fucking galaxy.  But there were problems, and the problems became bigger than me, and in the process my smile was misplaced.

I’m not really into posting boohoo woe is me stuff.  I am not a being of regret and despair.  Come to me for a smile, come to me to laugh till your face hurts, dance with me and hold my hand.  I do not root myself in negativity and complaining.  I took five years off and realized this; we really don’t have much time at all.

But I guess you can say that this is an exception to the rule.  I am sad, for multiple reasons.  Forgotten feelings got hurt,  tears shed.  So this is a reality blog, and my reality right now is this; I met someone I liked, it didn’t work out, and now I am bummed.  There I admitted it, I’m not immune.

I sometimes wholeheartedly believe that I am dumb.  Everything seems like it could be so simple to me, and everyday I think of all the things I want to do and I do them.  But I must be dumb because I don’t see too many other people out there doing that.  I’m going home each day happy and thinking “I did that day right!”  Meanwhile it seems that everyone else in this city spends their time complaining and being cynical.  I will not waste my time with that.  You may go ahead and complain, I will have wine.  Also I take a free annual IQ test online and consistently score above 150 so go fuck yourself.

I have a habit of putting myself out on a limb for a guy that I like.  I am a pretty tough cookie and can take a beating, and perhaps I stay in the game longer than I should.  I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.  I know this city, it’s a tough place to date.  Everyone is jaded, nobody trusts anyone else.

I am a difficult person to date, I’m told.  I get it, I get it.  But I’m a nice person.  I’m a good egg.  That’s all I promise; I’ll be good.

I can feel my optimism returning to me.  I know what is there for me tomorrow; a friend who lives five feet from me who will always cherish me as much as I cherish him, a memory of a beautiful boy smiling at me in the shower, the sunset falling down on my roof.

I was in the process of making him a CD because I am that gay.  This was the first track I added to it, I would listen to it on repeat everyday when I walked around the city, but now it just makes me miss things.

The Desperate Kingdom of Love

I’m going to bed.  I hope I dream of being able to fly.

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