Scratch; I claw at the dirt and let it live under my nails. I grab the stones and lay them all around me and around me they consume me. Flora springs forth from rock cocks and lays firmly beside me. I’m a slut for this floor; I let it abuse me with grainy texture and rough hands, and I see him there. He thrusts one hand inside me, his fingerprints are in my blood. Scratch; no amount of rubbing will remove him from inside.
You’ve seen it; the clouds charge the sky. They are dark and thick and low; black and grey. Each mass churns into itself and off the rest. I wait for it and it comes; a breeze around my body, squeezes my waist, fills me up. I want that magic and by wanting I take and I let it inside of me – unprotected sex with the wind. It fills me up. I am intellect and knowing. It’s then that the clouds excuse themselves and the sky, bright and blue, welcomes me. I see him there, staring down, and I stare back. He sees me as I am – the beauty of a flower’s petals fluttering lightly, the danger of a storm. You’ve seen it; the magic in eyes the moment between the lightning and the thunder.
I come from California; there the Sun wraps the city in a blanket of heat – an idol in the sky. Nobody would tell you because nobody knows, but the lord of Los Angeles is the Sun Himself. Nobody worships the streets or Hollywood or The Coffee Bean or the 405. People don’t go there for the celebrities, honest. People don’t move there across the country for the beach itself. Los Angeles is ruled by the Sun, and he blesses the people with burned flesh and warm faces and shade. You cannot move to Los Angeles and expect to ever know this as I do, as I have been born in to it and am of Him. The explosions and gas tumbling millions of miles away is implanted beneath my bones. I keep it in my heart and when I kiss you, when I look at you, when I’m inside you, when you’re inside me, when we’re fucking, you are the recipient of love fueled by pure fire. I come from California; scratch my skin, feel the flame.
Imagine; I went to the ocean at night. Looked to the black water. Saw the broken reflection of the moon, streaks of cold bright whiteness shifting. Let the smallest of the waves race over my feet, and on contact didn’t feel temperature or wind or sand. Focused instead on the force of its fluidity. Felt instead my body inviting. Each swirl and leap, each wet embrace intoxicating; I have been poisoned. It’s not meant to kill, I can tell. I let it in, and he was there. The insisting waves moved fast around and across me and I saw him. I see him now, and my body is covered in moon kissed tide armor. My skin reflects all light and drowns all sound. I’m out to sea. I see him here. Imagine; come to the ocean at night and find us.
I stand before you awake.
I open my eyes, awake.
My eyes are open, awake.
Photo 2011 JM Darling
This summer has been incredibly busy for me. I moved into a new apartment and my old POS computer refuses to connect to the wireless router; spoiled by decades of being fed the internet directly into its ass like an information super highway enema. So I apologize for the lack of posting, I promise I’m still alive and working on being sexy.
Speaking of sexy, check out that photo above. That was taken by Travis Williams and I think it is just delicious. He has a beautiful natural eye for space and lines and color. He’s also the only person I know that will get drunk with me on a Monday.
Anyway I’m doing this performance tomorrow for The Chat Lounge. The presentation is the same No Homo presentation that I did for the MOMENTUM conference this past March in DC, except this time I’m not taking myself so seriously. I’m not very good at serious. Serious conversations usually involve words that are more than three syllables long and those words can kiss my very white ass.
Something else that can lick my fanny is sleeping on the floor. For the last two months I have been without a bed. It’s a long story but anyway the point is I’ve been sleeping so horribly that my face and hair on any given morning since the start of July has been somewhat akin to Ms. Bellatrix Lestrange.
“TAKE ME TO STARBUCKS!”
Anyway I encourage you to stop by and enjoy the free food and get ripped at the bar. Some Darling Housers will be there and we will be streaming the performance live here on DarlingHouse.net, so if you can’t make it you can still fap to my hilarity from the comfort of your own home.
Be sexy xox
I am a Taurus. Taureans are known to be patient, reliable, determined, self-indulgent…They can be slow to start but once they are in motion nothing can stop them. A Taurus is slow to anger but once they’ve had enough, it’s no mystery why they are symbolized by a bull; strong, angry, stampeding.
My process is much like the definition of a Taurus. I don’t enjoy creating things for the sake of creating something. I am really only interested in creating something — be it a piece of art or a performance or whatever — when I feel that it is organic and pure expression.
It’s strange…I don’t feel that I am a creative person, but rather that I possess creativity from time to time. That may sound weird but..I don’t know if I can explain it.
My entire body feels like churning paint on the inside, various shades and textures. My inside writhe and struggle seeking a means to escape and manifest in the form of a creation. It’s not like this all the time; just periodically, randomly. I feel like something takes over my emotions and my thinking, and all I can do is close my eyes and feel what it is wanting to do. Pieces of the puzzle begin to manifest and I do my best to document them either physically or as a mental note. I don’t feel like I am creating when I am in this state, I feel like I am channeling. Giving birth. Possessed.
Anyway, I probably sound crazy, I just wanted to share some notes I’ve made recently, since I am once again brewing. There is a force in me that needs to be manifested someday soon. It’s indulgent and theatrical. It’s sensual and ecstasy embodied.
Today is my birthday! You know what that means; my pact with the devil to be able to rely solely on my looks for all eternity requires that I offer a sacrafice, which will take the form of lots and lots of champagne. But it also means it is time to announce the winners of my I HEART BRANDON birthday contest REALNESS.
The photos I received were amazing and varied. I had no idea that I had such fun, creative, and sexellent readers! There was no way I was going to be able to choose from the pictures as they were all so unique and great, so I had to enlist the assistance of my friend Kasey to pick the winners.
Thank you to everyone who submitted, and an extra special thanks to those who enclosed a birthday message to me. Your words touched me internally in a way that I am not accustomed to. I really appreciate all your continued support and I am honored to be able to give back to you on this very special day. Thank you!
And the winners are…
Faster kill pussycat! I think there’s a snake on that plane…
I announced today on TheINQUEERY.com that I am having a contest for my birthday. April 30th is officially B-DAY. My B-DAY to be exact! And what better way to celebrate than to give away some of the products that I have come to love and admire (especially during the winter cuz honey I am not getting my snow boots on for some booty).
Upon announcing it I was approached by several toy companies that wanted to share in the Brandon B celebration too! Sliquid is upping the ante by contributing my new favorite water-based lubricant, Sliquid Organics Oceanic as well as some other lubes of theirs that are great, JimmyJane is offering a fantastically strong Form 2 vibrator, and The Pleasure Chest is paying my electric bills and rent so that I can afford to do giveaways such as these. Other prizes include a grip of Tenga Masturbation Eggs, and the B-Bomb buttplug from Tantus — which I am sure was named after me.
The rules for entering the contest are similar to the rules for entering my ass: TELL ME I’M AWESOME, BE FLIRTATIOUS, and BE YOUR FUN SEXY SELF. You can see the details here.
So what are you waiting for? How will you show me you love me…
I mentioned before that I am on the cruise sites often when writing and that I usually am just there to chat and mess around. I don’t really hook up the way people assume I do, I just like distractions. I get bored when people contact me and clearly don’t have anything to say, though it is a cruise site so I’m not knocking them for it. It just gets so boring being met with the same conversation starters over and over again:
These one-liners put the responsibility for the conversation to go somewhere 100% on my shoulders. I typically just say thank you if it’s a compliment, otherwise I’ll just ignore the e-mail. Unless they are abnormally hot, then depending on how much I am procrastinating (NOTE: as I write this entry I am actually procrastinating hard core) I will try to get some sorta banter going. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, and sometimes things are just weird and make me giggle.
I thought I’d show you what me putting off work looks like. It’s nothing extremely entertaining or smart, but it’s Sunday and I am hungover so deal with it. Keep reading if you’re interested.
Did you guys see my new pics? I look so innocent! Check them out on The House Blog.
To Shave or Not to Shave?
Once upon a time I told myself that I would never do three things: Work in the food industry, do my own laundry, or become a model. Modeling was never something that I felt as though I had a natural gift for. I was trained as a comedian and comedians aren’t usually portrayed in the sexiest of lights, but now I need to find a balance.
I used to be scruffy for a long time, and back in LA that made me edgy, dangerous, and cool. Then I moved to New York and visited Williamsburg where everyone was scruffy and I just felt like I melted in to my surroundings. I decided to represent the babyfaces of the world and ditch my scruff to show off my stunning skin, however recently I have been wondering if — for the sake of becoming the sexiest sex bomb possible — I should accept that New Yorker gays prefer the scruffier look and go back to the fuzz face?
Here are some shaved/not-shaved pics of me from the past….watch the video above and examine the pictures closely…any opinions either way?
All photos 2007-2010 Walt Cessna
On Sunday I am shooting some new content for PLAN B with Joshua Darling. He has this amazing ability to capture romantic eroticism in his work and I am honored to be working with him. After just one shoot he posted to his Tumblr, calling me “a timeless poetic beauty.” Oh he spoils me so…
To see the shots from our first shoot go visit his Tumblr and check out his other amazing shots of other Darling House models.