First things first. Yes, these photos were taken by me, yes..

First things first. Yes, these photos were taken by me, yes actually me, that's what the little black remote that makes your camera go off thingy is in my hand in all of them. I actually forgot to takes nudes apparently. Someone or something must have interrupted me to make me screw that up like that. I took them on July 3 this year. Reasonably new. I used two different cell phones. I got a request for them, so I am putting them up. Don't worry, and there will be plenty of nudity of me posted today. I'm not that shallow to leave you hanging like that. Just give me some time. It's Monday for fucks sake. On top of that, I spent the day at the beach yesterday, and that's almost like a hangover. It wipes the energy out of you for a day or so. Let me start by saying, if I can strip a nut on a bolt, it's crappy steel. I am putting together my home gym so I can fuckercise, or exercise, whichever seems appropriate at the time, and the nuts keep stripping—a colossal waste of my time. Everything else is rock solid and ready to go as far as materials and construction, but they must have spent a penny on a dozen nuts because they are that cheap. So, I got up this morning and went down to Daytona Nut & Bolt, and I like that name, it just sounds like sex doesn't it? Anyway, I went there and got 100 lock nuts for eighteen bucks. Tried a few out, works like a charm, no matter how hard I yank on the wrench, they don't strip. Should have it done today, hopefully. It will make for some interesting pictures, don't you think? So, I went to the beach yesterday with Juliette, and she posted a bunch of pics on Twitter so you can go there if you want to see them. We did some flashers, not too many, Beach Patrol was watching us. Many people don't know it, but the Beach Patrol are actually police officers, so you can't goof around with them too much. He stopped in front of us and hung out a while, I don't think to check us out but to keep us from losing the tops. I could be wrong. For those of you who don't know, Juliette and I used to be more than just friends, and who knows, we may be "more than just friends once again. I do miss my alone time with her. I also have a guy who I used to see for a little while. I didn't think it was serious, I guess he did, at more so than I did. We took some risque photos together, you know, me blowing him, him sticking his dick in me, that kind of stuff. He never showed his face, but obviously, mine is clearly visible. I think he's trying to coerce me into getting back together again. He kept hinting around at it. Then he sent me a few photos along with these exact words, "I would hate for these to get out." To which I wrote back, "I'm posting them on Twitter tomorrow. Should I mention your name along with them?" He wrote "Lol. come on every time I see a Jeep, I think of you and your body." I replied, " I saw a package of baby carrots, and it made me think of your dick" I never heard back from him. Another problem solved. Does he honestly think I give a crap about him outing me? My face, body, name, it's all over the internet. It has been so for almost two decades. I don't hide anything from anyone, and it's one of the reasons I have been able to be successful not just in porn but in life in general. I don't pretend to be someone else. What you see, read, watch, that's me, folks. I know it weirded out my closest family members, but they have come around, and it's now awkward at all anymore. In fact, in some cases its become a bragging right. Go figure on that. Life is to short to worry about other people's opinions of you. Sure, people talk about me behind my back. I know that. I also understand that the reason they do is that my life is infinitely more interesting than theirs. I'll take that as a win. Are their people who hate me? Absolutely, I am positive of that. I am also positive I one hundred percent don't care. I will mark that as win number two. Younger folks are brave in groups. They will say stupid things. I was asked in Dunkin Doughnuts the other day by someone in a group where none of them were old enough to buy cigarettes, for my phone number. I replied, "Why? You need a babysitter?" He took some shit for that one. I learned early on, never make a wisecrack to someone you don't know. They may be more full of shit than you are.