Devon Hunter

Hey everybody! I hope you’re having a good week so far. An interview I gave about 10 days ago has gone live. If you would like to read it, you can click to follow this link. For the most part it’s what I’ve said before about gay-for-pay, my path entering into adult entrainment, and chocolate (HA!); however, in addition to that, we do discuss pretty shirts, porn models with whom I would like to work and why, my choice not to do scenes with women in videos, the media company I would like to start, professionalism within escorting and some nuances about why I like Janet Jackson so much. If you want to read it, it’s there. Gay Porn Fanatic has a very involved blog, and you might enjoy visiting his site for its breadth of coverage. I am including a link to his site, because although this blog here focuses on me, Gay Porn Fanatic does a very good job of providing a type of interactive directory to all topics/people gay porn related. The link to this interview will also be under the Interviews tab.

Quite some time back, I did an interview with former Titan Man, Josh O’Hara. Since that time he and I have become good friends, and I enjoy seeing him every visit to San Francisco. He’s a beautiful man, but I think we as a community should start distinguishing what we mean by that. When I say Josh is beautiful, it is because he is as kind, good, and intelligent as he is handsome. Here is a poem he wrote (some of the imagery of which reminds me of my Valentine haiku from February, 2010). I love it, and I hope you do, too.

“In Winter”
by Josh O’Hara

In winter,
there will be no children passing from my door
to play in the hinterland of the summer stricken fields.

The dandelions will continue-

as they have for centuries,

to slumber on hilltops

while

winds rage through a cold,

and wild Nantucket.

Summer is a fable here.

While calmly,

I contemplate the rising heat from your skin
that swirls into the glacial sky.

I am struck by the beauty that is you

and

I can begin to imagine
what it would be like:

To hold your hand through an Indian Summer.

Bending low. Leaning low.
Though not breaking-

Yet, falling still-

my petals

scatter with the wind

Casting me into the wilderness

Of you.

This is connected to one of my Thanksgiving meditations: “I am maintaining or improving, as well as learning to see and appreciate, the beauty in me that so many others already exalt, and I am humbly luxuriating in that Gift.” We need inspiration to persevere consistently enough to attain our goals, and visualizing the desired result is proven to facilitate its realization.

I know it will sound completely hysterical or melodramatic, but Dylan Rosser‘s work makes my eyes glaze with tears. When you hear people say something akin to, “The human body is the most beautiful machine in the universe,” they must have something like his photography in mind when they say it. Perhaps I am too much of a Toreador (or perhaps it actually is a wonderful suffering that I should enjoy indulging), but agonizing over his images is making me want to concentrate deeply, sleep and eat regularly, and exercise intensely. And isn’t that an expression of something that goes far beyond the superficial motive of looking a certain way? To me it means that I yearn to take care of myself, and that reaching a high level of fitness is a fortunate byproduct of doing so.

Is male beauty only skin deep? The Classical Greeks thought the honing of the body through sport also improved the heart, mind, and soul of the boy in question. The work ethic and commitment needed to achieve prowess and skill, along with the humility youths were expected to express, married external and internal excellence into the ideal we still fantasize about 2,500 years later: The intelligent, kind, beautiful lover. Is it fair to be dismissive and to presume that athletic male beauty MUST equate to something simple, crude, or unrefined? I have often reviled athletes, because they bullied me severely from the time I was six until I was 24 (that is, 24 for the first time). I have often lumped athletic men into the “dumb jock” category, even though I know too many men whose external beauty grows out of a commitment to other forms of excellence for me to reasonably accept this mean cliché. I want to believe that Dylan Rosser’s models are the kindest, smartest, and most enlightened men on the planet. Yes. They must be (even if they’re not). But that is my privilege as the viewer: I can transform these “objects” into anything I want. And I don’t want them to be “just” sex machines. I want them to be artists/scientists and philosophers, too. I want their physical bodies to be the tangible expression of the hearts I am giving them, whether they have them or not.

But I’m a greedy bitch like that.

Click this link to see Dylan Rosser’s website.

I absolutely LOVE this video. I have been watching it multiple times each day, because the dancers look so happy and free. I also love it when gay men act like gay men (or when straight men aren’t afraid to let loose). This video is so well done on so many levels: 1) there are a variety of bodies, 2) a variety of races, 3) a variety of movers, 4) a real sense of fun and ecstatic energy, and 5) they’re all fucking gorgeous. Period. People who say otherwise are just being hateful out of jealousy or habit (which is a symptom of the underlying reason WHY THIS VIDEO NEEDS TO BE SEEN).

This video made me feel really good on a day when I was having all sorts of self-esteem issues, and you know why? Because these are gay porn models being visible, and cute, and sweet, and seductive, and friendly, and fun. They are utterly charming here. They’re not just grunting and cumming. They’re being real people: They know the words to a sassy song, and they like to dance. I love this video, and I admire all the models in it.

I love this video so much that I posted it on my personal (not professional) Facebook, so that my friends and family could see it. I will probably share it on my blog. I already had crushes on several of the models, but now I want to marry all of them. (I’m a greedy bitch like that.) Randy Blue has some absolutely marvelous models.

I like it that we are out of the closet. I like it that Kylie has seen it and enjoys it. I like it so much that I finally broke down, went to iTunes, and bought several Kylie albums that I’d been meaning to get for a while. Sex sells. But so does happiness, and that is what gushes out of this montage.

Haters be damned. This project fucking rocks my world.

One of the topics that comes up every once in a while on my blog is the intersection of race and adult entertainment:

• Race, Homophobia, and Porn
• Race and tipping at strip clubs
• Black dancers work too hard for too little

For some time now I have been having a little back-and-forth conversation with Angel Cruz, a former model on CoCoDorm.com, a live video chat site featuring Black and Latino college guys. Angel enjoys blogging, and you can visit his site by clicking on this link. He enjoys making lists, and asked me to talk about some of the men of color who I think are sexy.

Of course, I can’t just say, “Oh, he’s hot.” That’s just not my style. I prefer to analyze and hone, so if you’d like to read a bit about the nuances that I find attractive in men, you can visit this page and see some sexy images of models who often don’t get the camera time they should. I will be filing this under the Interviews tab, though Angel doesn’t like using that term.