From Hogwarts to Springfield.

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Last Saturday, I again played the role of cool uncle to my two nephews. We went to a mall and went to see not only one but two movies. Ever since I took the kids to watch At World's End at the Platinum Cinema (with its famous lazy boy seats), the standard for great movie experience for my two brats increased immensely. They now always expect la dolce vita whenever we go out for a movie. We have never seen two movies in a row. And as they say, there is always the first time for everything.

First up is Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I read the book in January or February of this year. I am not gaga over the series but still read the book just to keep up with the story. Harry Potter, after all, is a very likeable character. I did not like the book though. The dialogue and literary device employed by J.K. Rowling were very juvenile. Lamentable, considering that Harry Potter is at the stage nearing adulthood. Harry's readers are growing with him. I cannot say the same with regard to his literary creator. Nevertheless, I took note of the fact that there are a lot of action sequences in the film. I told myself that it would make a great movie. It is one of my most anticipated films of the year, along with the third part of Pirates of the Caribbean and The Simpsons.

I was greatly impressed with the film. I say, sincerely, that it is the best installment of this series so far. Kudos to David Yates. I hope he gets to direct the two remaining Harry Potter movies.

The best thing about the film is the performances given by nearly everyone in the cast. I give special mention, though, to Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter), Imelda Staunton (Dolores Umbridge), Michael Gambon (Albus Dumbledore), Evanna Lynch (Luna Lovegood) and Ralph Fiennes (Lord Voldremort). I have not seen such consistently exceptional performance by a cast in a science fiction movie since The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King.

Not only did Radcliffe provide a physical embodiment for the beloved Harry Potter, he provided the character with heart and soul. It was a very mature performance on his part. It is great to know that Radcliffe takes his character and his craft seriously. I also particularly like Evanna Lynch, who played the minor role of Luna "Loony" Lovegood. She was very ghostlike in her appearance, movement and dialogue. It was very effective. I never expected that from such a new and young actress.

Everyone is raving about Staunton's turn as the new mentor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and as Voldemort's new trooper. Such accolade for this accomplished actor is well deserved. While Umbridge in the book is more comical, Staunton provided the character with the evil that was enough to frighten her students, provide villainy for the noble wizards and yet not make the movie viewing a traumatic experience for the young audience (as whatever the censors classify the film, parents still brought their kids to the cinema).

And I never felt affection for an old man since Ian McKellen played Gandalf until Michael Gambon's Albus Dumbloedore appeared before the wizard's tribunal to defend Harry agains the dubious charge against him. It almost made me cry seeing his tired old body gathering all the physical strength it still has in order to ensure that the right thing is done. I also liked his fight scene against Voldemort. It was one of the best fight scenes I have seen on the cinema this year.

From Hogwarts, the kids and I had a brief tour of the mall, went to Timezone and Toys 'R Us, and then went to Springfield. The movie is very entertaining. We had a bunch of great laughs in the theater --- even from the beginning as the Simpsons theme song played and the singer from Green Day read from the teleprompter the lyrics of the song, which was nothing but "Da Da Da Da Da Da Da". It was hilarious.

Run, run. Jump, jump. Rest, rest. I was laughing off my seat.

While the movie is very much worth for the momentary laughs that it provides the viewers, I must register my disappointment with the script/story as a whole. It took the producers and creators four to eighteen years (it depends when you begin to count) to put this amiable yellow family to the big screen and this is the best story they could come up with. And where was Mr. Burns? It was his turn to implement his evil ploys in such gigantic (screen) proportions and he was relegated to the background. And all old Mr. Burns can do is unleash a few hounds.

Maggie said "sequel" at the end of the film. What a way for first words for this eternal infant.

And I'll be there again when the sequel comes out. And Mr. Burns better be there too. How about him laying his evil plans before he gets his eternal rest? It will make such a great bed scene.

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Must Blow 32: Charlie Sheen.

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The Emmy nominees were announced a few days ago. I am very glad to know that Ugly Betty, one of my new favorite shows, grabbed a number of nominations, including Best Comedy, Best Actress for America Ferrera and Best Supporting Actress for Vanessa Williams. All these are much deserved.

I am also glad to know that Charlie Sheen is nominated as Best Lead Actor in a comedy. I also really truly believe that he deserves it. He has proven his comedic timing in Two and a Half Men, and even before that, in Spin City.

I may probably be only one of the dozen few remaining Charlie Sheen fans. And maybe the only one in this country. Though I use the term "fan" very losely. I have not erected a website for Mr. Sheen, dedicated a blogspot nor a photo gallery in his honor. Neither am I inclined to do that in the near future. I do not also line up to see his movies, eagerly, on the first day of showing. The last film that I am aware he made, Scary Movie 4, I watched on DVD.

But I am a fan of Charlie Sheen. I am a fan in the way that I like him as an actor and when I happen to see him onscreen (whether it is Two and a Half Men or some old movie of his from the 80s) I stick around to watch.

Blame it on the infatuation that I developed for this actor during my puberty. When I was a teenager, I harbored a man-crush on this guy known as the "Ma-Sheen" (in reference to his infamous virility). That attraction has not left me.

But admit it, Charlie Sheen is a man's man. His romantic and sexual conquests are legendary --- and very much enviable. Wasn't he the same guy who got Denise Richards to marry him? And he still looks good, even though he is already past forty.

I also found out earlier today that Charlie Sheen is the second highest paid actor in primetime television. While Oprah (no last name required) remains the queen of TV and the corresponding paycheck, William Petersen (Gil Grissom on CSI) is the highest paid actor with a whopping earning of $ 500,000.00 per episode. Charlie commands $ 350,000.00 per episode of his 30-minute comedy.

So why am I happy for Charlie? It's not like he needs it. Right now, he has peer recognition and the money. And I just read somewhere that he is again engaged to a dazzling pretty blonde fiance.

I am should stop writing now. Because I am really, really jealous.

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Emmy Snubs. It is notable that the Emmy snubbed in this year's race my favorites 24 and Desperate Housewife. Only Felicity Huffman is nominated as Best Actress. Heroes led the nominees in the drama category though I stopped watching this show a few weeks back. The build-up of Heroes is so dragging.

On the money side, Eva Longoria is reported to be the highest paid housewife with $ 200,000 per episode. I guess the producers know what keeps them on top of the ratings in spite of the lackluster script and storyline in the second and third seasons of the show. Ellen Pompeo, surprisingly, earns the same amount per episode. I am asking why, considering that she is the worst thing about Grey's Anatomy.

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Imperative! Mating Season and Undressed Rehearsals.

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G was in my dream again last night. We were in a courtroom and we were waiting for the judge to arrive. I came in late and G appeared both happy and relieved to see me. It appeared that she was my client in that case, though it was not clear what the case was about. When I went to where she was sitting, we exchanged a brief smile and I squeezed her hand the way I always used to when I was happy to see her (again).

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I recently bought two Bel Ami videos and they are both keeping me up all night the past two weeks. I highly recommend them to all Bel Ami enthusiasts.

The first video is Undressed Rehearsals. It is a compilation of outtakes from previous Bel Ami releases. As I previously blogged in my July 16 entry, the best part of the film is the scene featuring Josh Elliot and Marc Vidal. Josh is one of my fantasy tops and he proves in this scene why he remains to be a favorite.

A revelation in this video is budding porn actor Luke Hamill. In an earlier scene, he plays bottom and then in another plays top. I like him better as a top. As I said to myself as I watched him in action, he fucks like a teenager. I said that because Luke appeared so eager when he fucked his lucky bottom. He was also as quick as a jackhammer in his thrusts.

There are plenty of reason to like Mating Season. Its cast is roster of fresh, young meat: Josh Elliot, Renato Amoroso, Davy Paxton, Roman Prada, Johnny Surabaya, Joey Amis and (again) Luke Hamill.

The best scene in this video is the blowjob series. Joey Amis takes post in a comfort room that, conveniently for the filmmaker, does not have walls. One by one, the group of young studs having a drink in a neaby open pub come to him. Instead of taking a leak, they deposit a different kind of bodily fluid. Almost all of them cum in Joey's mouth. Roman Prada leads the boys in this quasi-orgy. You would think that this scene would take an eternity --- considering that (if my count was precise) Joey took in nine juicy dicks in just one sitting. But the scene must have run for not more than twenty minutes as the young boys (most are introduced only in this video) ejaculated quite quickly. Typical. And Joey is such a lucky guy.

One scene that should work for me but didn't is the one featuring Renato Amoroso and Thierry Aulin. Renato is at the top of my favorite porn actors ---in the pinnacle with Lukas Ridgeston and Pavel Novotny. I don't know but his scene just did not have the effect on me that it should have. Still, Renato remains beautiful and his cock just as inviting.

The last scene is also very much worth my time. Ever since I saw Davy Paxton's photos spread in a Mandate Bel Ami special, I have been looking forward to seeing him in action. In this scene, I get to see him fucked by Josh Elliot and the scene is beautiful. While the pair makes love along a post, a string of three other actors fuck nearby. This orgy is one of the best that I have seen so far.

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A Lesson from Aga Muhlach.

Ultimate Filipino leading man Aga Muhlach (SpeciMen 05) is back in the spotlight. He was notably gone from TV and the big screen in the past two or so years. The fatherhood bug bit him. He spent most of his time at home tending to his wife, Charlene, and doting on his perfectly beautiful twin kids.

But it was not the callings of domestic life that shun Aga from show business during that brief time. It was the deposit of flabs that accumulated on his stomach, waist, arms and face that did it. In short, fatherhood made him fat and his projects and endorsements almost instantly left him. He made no movie during those times. His TV show got cancelled. He lost endorsements to younger male stars who were willing to shoot commercials half-naked (even if only to sip coffee in the morning). It was a gloomy period for the king or romantic movies.

But now he is back with a new movie and TV show. And what welcome he is being given. He has graced the covers of at least two major magazines. Remarkably, the celebrity profiles found inside these magazines centered on how Aga has lost weight. And Aga ---to me, quite stupidly---allowed himself to go along this bruhaha and consented to have his pictures taken in various states of undress (quite unnecessarily considering that he is Aga Muhlach).

As I have told my friends, the lesson from this lamentable series of events is this: Even if you have the face of Aga Muhlach, won numerous awards as an actor, proved to be a professional co-worker among the cast and crew, established box office records, you will not be employed if you have a flabby stomach.

That is the after-effect of Marc Nelson's (SpeciMen 04) shirtless billboards, the gym culture that now pervades the 20s to 40s crowd, and the countless Bench and Calvin Klein advertisements that line up the highways and pepper the malls.

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Post-Script. As a self-conscious gesture, notice that in the new Jollibee commercial Aga did not dip the fried chiken in his favorite gravy before taking a bite. Someone was definitely counting calories during the shooting.

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Ups and Downs.

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Woke up today with a sore eye. Just one - the right eye. I was almost crying on my way to work. It really hurt. Like a shrapnel or piece of glass or stone is lodged in the eye. While driving, I would apply eyedrops to ease the pain. Still, it hurts and my vision is somewhat blurry.

I recount my days backwards.

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Tuesday - Yesterday, I attended a hearing in Quezon City. After I reached the office, I was again asked to attend another hearing in Quezon City. The senior lawyer handling the case is finishing something urgent. I comply. The hearing did not push through as the judge had to attend a conference.

I did not want to return to Makati. Carless Tuesday for me once again. I called up Quincy if he could pick me up and maybe we could do something. He did not answer his phone. I sent a text message instead.

Quincy was sleeping, having his siesta. Nevertheless, I met him in the parking lot after an hour. We watched In the Land of Women in the nearby mall. Neither of us have seen the newest Harry Potter movie but I was able to elbow him into watching this drama.

I really doubt whether Meg Ryan can do a serious dramatic role. She ruined this film. She over-acted. Clearly a fish our of water. On the other hand, Adam Brody did a respectable job carrying the film. At first, I felt like I was still watching Seth Coen on the big screen. It did not take long before I was able distinguish the character and know that, this time, the guy up there on the screen is Carter Webb. There is life after The O.C. for him after all. Carry on, Adam.

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Monday - I am still rebelling from the fact that until now, I have not received the memo from the partners informing me that I am receiving a raise in my basic salary. Every year in the last four yars, around May or June, I am given a raise. It's been two or three months delayed. I am pissed.

So after my hearing, although it was still quite early, I did not bother to return to the office. I went to the gym instead. I intended to ask Trainer Ben if he could accommodate me in his schedule as my personal trainer. Sadly, he was not on duty.

Afterwards, I went to V-Mall. It happened that the shop importing Lord of the Rings Sideshow collectibles is on sale (until July 29). I bought the 12" dolls of Faramir (which just arrived) and Aragorn (which was released last year). Hooray for my LOTR collection! Woe to my bank account!

Experienced a few hassles during the transaction. My VISA card was rejected -thrice- even though I knew that I still had not reached my credit limit. It is good that I am not the type of person who gets embarassed when my card is rejected. Then, I had to go to an ATM machine to make a withdrawal. I went to neaby BPI machine but it was out of service. Typical of this bank. I looked for another one wherein the queu of users, thankfully. wasn't very long.

I got home early and took a lot of sleep. After I woke up, I ate dinner while watching the pilot of Brothers and Sisters. I really liked the first episode. It is truly promising. I will tune in again next week to see what happens.

There were excellent performances all around. Calista Flockhart, I welcome you back with open arms. The hiatus from Ally McBeal served you well. Kudos, too, to Sally Field and Rachel Griffiths (you are better here than as the nympho in Six Feet Under). I also commend actor Dave Annable as the resident hottie of the show. You stood there and you were beautiful. The fact that you acted with intensity (as required by the scenes) is a mere bonus for me as a viewer.

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Sunday. - As usual, started the day by waking up late and then went to the gym with friends. Very late lunch at a pizzeria. Too tired when I got home. I tried to join my nephews as they watched Scary Movie 4. I dozed off in the middle of the film.

After I woke up, I went to my own room. I discovered, in shock, that my nephew (only 11 years old) stumbled into my collection of porn DVDs and video hidden on top of my bookcase as he was looking for a toy he suspected I hid. My reaction was one of anger. I berated him for going through my things. I also told him --in my most commanding voice --- that he will grounded for a month. No candies and chips. No going out with his friends or inviting them in for Gameboy and PS2. And he will not be joining us when we see The Simpsons and the fifth Harry Potter movie in the coming Saturday.

I felt guilty afterwards but I decided to keep the punishment as I handed down. It must have been very traumatic for him stumbling into my hidden treasures but the shock of my anger is sure to supplant what he saw just seconds (or minutes) before.

Went to sleep again and then in the evening was able to catch, while channel surfing, a videoke contest on TV. One of the constestants is the delectable Brent Javier. He can't sing. Ha ha. But I tuned in until he was eliminated. He was gone on the fourth round.

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Saturday. - Woke up very, very late. Started the day disappointed as my friend failed to secure tickets to the Platinum Cinema (which has lazy boy seats). We planned to watch Harry Potter there but it was not to be. They still met to watch the movie somewhere else. I decided to stay at home for the whole day. Went to sleep for a couple more hours. In the evening, I fixed my finances, balanced my checkbook and checked my credit cards purchases. Been spending outrageously lately.

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Friday. - Went to the gym twice today. First, to start my day and before I went to my hearing. Sadly, not many hot guys go to the gym that early. I saw international pop singer Billy Crawford, though, consulting with his trainer, as I left the weights section to go to the showers. I was not turned on.

Went to the gym in the evening again. Roman, the guy I have been checking out in the last month was there again. He is obviously gay but acts masculine (and remarkably, not in the way or for the purpose of hiding his being gay). Maybe, like me, also bisexual. I call him Roman because his jaw and pouty lips remind me of porn actor Roman Heart. I think his name is Joey, though. But I am not sure.

As luck would have it, we were assigned adjoining lockers. It was a lame opportunity to get a whiff of him, watch him dress and undress and admire his physical beauty up close. Roman always wore Calvin Klein underwear (bikini briefs or boxer briefs), Adidas shoes and short shorts that remind me of basketball players in the 1980s. Today, he was unshaven. The bit of facial hair was quite sexy and I still preferred him without those.

And I almost forgot, they both sport such enticing bubble butts.

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To Bi For 18: Lucy Liu.

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Dear Lucy Liu,

Hi. How are you? I haven't seen you in quite a long time. I miss you. Terribly.

Where are you now? What do you do with your time? What has happened to your career? Did Charlie's Angels kill it? I would think so.

So many questions. They need answers. I guess you have time to answer them since you aren't busy. You have not made a movie for quite a long time. When was the last time, Kill Bill, Volume 1? That was four years ago (2003). And I don't see any trailer or press of your upcoming movie.

I stand corrected. I just logged on to imdb.com to check my facts. It appears that you have made a couple of movies since that killer film with Quentin Tarantino. Domino. 3 Needles. Where were these films released? In Pluto, when it was still a planet?

So, I stand corrected: You have not made any significant film in the last couple of years.

Lucy, darling, don't do this to yourself. Or to your career. You are very beautiful, sexy and talented. You can get any role that you would want to lay your hands on. No other actress can project the spunk that you could. Remember your work in Ally McBeal? You could silence an opponent with just your stare and the wave of your hair. And everybody knows that lawyers are not easily silenced. They like to talk. Or more precisely, they like their voices to be heard. And you were also excellent in Kill Bill. If my assassin has your looks and pizazz, I will be the one to hunt her, lay myself down and willingly allow myself to be slayed.

So why are you in a movie called 3 Needles instead of Memoirs of a Geisha? Is there a problem? Are you not getting along with your manager? Is Michelle Yeoh eating into your share of Hollywood parts? Or is George Clooney, in whose always welcoming arms you were once seen, in any way responsible?

I cannot promise you that I can do anything about it. But, still, I want my answers. I am trembling in my loss and my fear. I love you, Lucy Liu. And I don't say that to mean that we need to set an altar date. Though, it can also mean that way. I love you in the shallow and inexplicable way that we ordinary people love celebrities like you.

Come back into the limelight, Lucy. Re-assume your place in both fame and infamy. There are a lot of us ---horny and hungry--- waiting for your next cinematic appearance.

I miss you, Lucy. I really do.

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Breck Orshal, aka Gabe, in Action.

As I wrote here earlier, Breck Orshal is one of my favorite Playgirl models. As it turned out, he has made a crossover to become a full-time gay porn actor and goes by the name Gabe. I disclosed that finding in this journal a couple of weeks back.

I again found a few photos of Breck, a.k.a Gabe, in scenes taken from gay porn. I downloaded them a few weeks ago but, for no particular reason, held pasting them in this journal until now.

He is here with a guy named TJ, as the site from which I found them identified the lucky partner. He does things to Breck that, obviously, have also been played in my mind a couple of times before.

Here they are finally retiring to bed.

Here is TJ singing his personal anthem, care of Gabe.

And Gabe giving it all he's got..

Trying to reach the climax.

And climaxing, finally.

I am both aroused and envious. Some guys have all the luck in the world.

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Guilty Pleasure: Matthew Davis.

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Here are some of the basic qualifications that I find irresistible in members of the same sex: neat, jock-like, boyishly cute. I don't consciously look for those qualifications whenever I check out a guy. Nevertheless, when I look back and ask myself what endeared him to me, I find that those are some of the assets that did me in.

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Take Matthew Davis, for example. It would appear that Hollywood has a lot of guys like him. The movie industry virtually churns them out every second. Ordinarily, I wouldn't take notice of him. Or else, take one long look at him and then forget it. Yet, I still am able to single him out among the throng of other goodlooking guys and be able to say, Yeah, this guy is special.

Matthew Davis, whether I like him or not, has the three qualifications that I like in a guy. He is neat, jock-like and yet boyish. That is why even though I do not intend to like him, I find myself liking him.

He first got into my radar when I saw him in Legally Blonde. He was Reese Witherspoon's boyfriend who dumped her with the oh-so-honest line, You're not smart enough, sweetie. I found that so cute and gutsy. A real eye opener for the girlfriend. Anyway, back to Matthew, I loved and hated him in that film.

Fast forward six years and Matthew Davis is again a source of guilty pleasure. Once a week, I try to get home early to catch him in What About Brian, a new show. Sure, Barry Watson is cute. But the reason I tune in to watch the show is Matthew Davis. He is the magnet that attracts me to the show.

So every week, I watch Brian, and everytime Matthew enters the scene, I feel some tingling sensation stir inside me. And I like that sensation. So like Pavlov's experimental dog, I try to repeat the experience every week. I try to ignore the fact that the story is predictable, that my time is better spent doing something else. For an hour every week, Matthew Davis brings me an inexplicably welcome feeling and that is good enough reason for me.

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Talking about guilty pleasure, here is one that gives me so much. My Julian of the Day:

Isn't it as beautiful as a sculpture? Michaelangelo must be turning in his grave.

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Must Blow 31: Rafael Verga.

It is time to go Brazilian once again. Aside from Leandro Becker, Kaka and soccer, the only other thing that immediately comes into my mind when I hear Brasil (that is how the natives spell their country's name, which I prefer) is Rafael Verga.

I do not know what Rafael Verga does for a living or what he contributes into this world. However, he came into my consciousness when I stumbled into some of his steamy pictures. The pictures were shot two, three or fours years ago and were featured in the famous gay pilgrimage site, Terra's The Boy.

Verga's appearance in The Boy must have been his passport to instant name recognition. Why not, he was sizzling hot in those photos. His eyes pierced the camera right into the viewer's underwear. He was skimpily clad, which flaunted his faultless physique. And even the towel was left to slide on the floor. Who wouldn't take notice?

I know I did.

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After his stint as The Boy, Rafael appeared in several other magazines. There was an instant craving for more Rafael Verga and he did not disappoint.

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Rafael Verga next set his eyes on establishing a modelling career. From the campaigns that he represented, it did not look like he had a difficult time to be signed up as the face or (more appropriately) the body of certain products. He became an underwear model for several brands. His pictures littered the streets of Rio De Janeiro --- from newspapers and magazines to hulking billboards.

The next time I saw Rafael Verga was when I opened a swimsuit issue of Out magazine. His inclusion in such global magazine only serves as a testament to the universal appeal of his beauty.

Any personal connection to Rafael Verga? Yes. I am so glad that he added me as a friend in his myspace account. Of course, like anyone who checked out his profile, I was so so happy to find out that his sexual orientation is bisexual. The info just feeds the fire of my longing and fantasy.

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The tralier of In the Land of Women, a drama starring Adam Brody (formerly of The O.C.) is being shown on TV. It will open next week. I have made a mental note to drag Rachel into seeing the film. I don't care if the movie is crap or is a real tearjerker, I just want to go see it in the theater to send a message to Hollywood producers that Adam Brody is a bankable star. Like putting my vote in or stamping my seal of approval.

I totally like this guy. It will be great ---for both us--- if he finds a career after The O.C.

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Gabriel Garro and The Gerund of Sex.

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I was in the mall last Tuesday night. At one time that we were window-shopping, I locked eyes with this guy who was coming from the opposite direction. I began to check him out from a distance. He was hot. He must be a regular gym goer as his pecs bulged on his shirt and abs that were quite imperceptible from afar. He had an unshaved beard of about two or three days. It just made him appear a little rough but not dirty. He wore shirts and denims pants. Shoes must have been Converse. He must be in mid to late twenties to early thirties. Quite hard to tell.

As I said, we locked eyes. When he passed me by, I looked back to check if he checked on me, too. He also looked back my way. For the second time in that slow minute, we locked eyes. I sensed him make a pivot, walk to my direction and follow me. And that was when I made my error. I placed my hand around Rachel's shoulder as we descended the escalator. The guy must have turned away when he saw me make such gesture. The very next moment I looked behind me, he was gone.

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Anyway, the image of this hot guy stayed with me during the night. I can still even picture him now.

I knew it was a botched opportunity for anonymous sex. The guy, in the mall on his own, was certainly cruising for a quickie.

I don't know but soon thereafter these verses kept coming into my mind:

Tasting a man

Licking him from head to toe

Skipping no inch in between

Savoring the salt and the musk

Relishing the nipples and the skin.

I edited mentally and decided to keep all verbs in "-ing" form. Thus, entitled the stanza-poem, The Gerund of Sex (First Stanza) afterwards. I have not added to the poem since Tuesday night. Definitely, the verses were inspired by the moment.

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The photos appearing in this entry are those of Gabriel Garro. He is a celebrity in Brasil. I just don't know whether he is an actor, athlete or commercial model. He may even be a rocket scientist but it would not make a difference to me.

The guy I saw last Tuesday do not look like him. They have no resemblance whatsoever and they are handsome and hot in their own ways.

I saw these pictures of Gabriel a few months back. When I saw them, I immediately told myself, This guy looks like Trainer Ben. Trainer Ben is a handsome one-on-one fitness instructor in my gym. I have been meaning to get his services as my personal trainer but I have not found the courage to approach him . He seems aloof.

Still, I have lewd designs for TB (as I baptized him).

What resemblances do Gabriel Garro and Trainer Ben have? First, the hair. Trainer Ben's hair is cut and worn exactly that way. Second, the pecs. The pecs are TB's most valuable asset. I always try to get a glimpse when he removes his shirt in the locker room so I am more than acquainted with how it looks like. Third, the eyebrow. Theirs seem to grow in the same length, direction and volume. Finally, the facial expression of always seeming to look afar.

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With looks like that, would you blame me if I lose count of how many crunches I've done when TB walks by?

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To Bi For 17: Angelina Jolie.

Don't get me wrong. I still firmly stand by my earlier statement that between Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie, I'd choose the former anytime. The neat, next-door image of Jennifer is completely sold on me. And with regard to their then tug of war over Brad Pitt, I still take Jen's side. What Angelina did was utterly wrong. As for Brad, he deserves to go to hell for that.

But I am not as unforgiving with respect to Angelina. I still harbor a crush on her.

Angelina has her virtues. The lips are foremost of them all. I don't think anyone has ever seen such kissable lips as those which Jolie puckers. Her lips are full, and red, and almost always moist. If I ever get a chance to kiss Angelina, I don't think I will ever disengage. Brad and Billy Bob have to wrestle me before I would let go.

Angelina is also a very fine actress. I truly believe that she deserved her only Oscar for Girl, Interrupted. She gave a very lively and empathic performance in that movie. It is lamentable, though, that she has not made any good film since Girl, Interrupted. I did not appreciate her efforts (and the films too) in The Bone Collector, Lara Croft: Tomb Raider and Original Sin. At least, Mr. and Mrs, Smith reminded us why she continues to be a bankable actress: she can raise a man's libido without the need to shed to her clothes. She was infinitely sexy in that film. An effortless and consummate seductress.

While much (bad) may be said about Jolie's decision-making as far as her career is concerned, she must be commended for the choices she has made for the direction her life is going. She has dedicated herself to a life of service to better the quality of lives of others. She has become a goodwill ambassador for the United Nations.

I do not know, though, what to make of Jolie's propensity to adopt children. I doubt if it will really help a child's development to be thrust into the excesses of celebrity life. Maddox as the next Lindsay Lohan is not far off the mark. The tabloids have reserved page one for the child's first school suspension and the paparazzi are already on the hound for the kid's first public display of affection --- or rebellion. On the other hand, Mr. and Mrs. Pitt have tons of money to send these children to school, feed them and provide them shelter.

With the power tandem of Jolie and Pitt, they have assured themselves that they will be a force to reckon in Hollywood. And that they will be in the scene for a long time (imagine Warren Beatty and Annette Bening). I just hope that there'll be a bearable and respectable Angelina Jolie movie in the near future.

That, for our and her own sake.

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Revelation: The New Man in Town.

The new man in town, whose teasers I placed in this journal a few weeks ago, is now revealed. His nom-de-porn is Todd Winters, but he also goes by the name of Tristan Thrust. I prefer the first fake name, Thrust is just so porn.

I first discovered Todd on the cover of a porn video. The movie is called Take One for the Team and he was creditted as Todd Winters. I was easily seduced by his looks, so I bought the video.

I enjoyed the video. Todd registered well on screen. He was in the opening scene and he got fucked by a now adult Czech porn actor Andel (who appeared in Freshmen in the late 1990s). Todd again appeared in the closing segment. This time, it was a threesome and he fucked some ugly old actors. Todd very much looked like a jock so his casting provided credibility to his role (and by extension, as a jock fantasy material).

Since he looked like a male model, young and neat, he was easily my crush. After seeing the film, I wasted no time in looking for pictures of Todd. I couldn't find any. I was resigned to the conclusion that he might have made one film out of a dire need for money and then easily left the porn industry after realizing that he cannot stay in it for the long haul.

That was a year ago.

Last month, I stumbled into the web site of Unzipped magazine. The site has an impressive archive of previous issues and one of the albums available free online featured Todd. He was credited as Tristan Thrust in the site (and the magazine) but I knew for certain that he was the same Todd Winters who was the object of my fantasy and web search. Of course, I downloaded all the photos available.

Unfortunately, the archive had no available cock shots. Just half-naked front photos and impressive butt shots (which I featured in the separate teasers).

Anyway, I am still very grateful to have found these photos. Todd sure is sexy in these.

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