How "Lobo" Hudson Made me Pee My Pants!

Okay, I didn't really pee my pants, but if I did, could you blame me? Me thinks not. Check out his latest YouTube vid:



Just so y'all know, for Lex Sabre and my next movie night, we'll be re-watching this video and holding a group discussion over muchos comida Dominicana (did I say "a lot of Dominican food" correctly?)!

Jeremy Bilding has been ROBBED!

So far, this Thanksgiving weekend hasn't been so good for our beloved Jeremy Bilding. It seemed to have started out great with him jet setting around the country showing all the hot shots out there how "hotness" is really done, but after arriving in the freezing City of Chicago, the good times began to level down.

Earlier today he had announced over his twitter account that someone out there has stolen $2153.00 from his jean pockets (I can only assume that he's wearing jeans... those are the only kind of pants I've ever seen him wear... just look to the right. Good, eh?):

"$2153 just taken from my pocket. I won't kill that person because that the humane tactic. I am going to fuck that person up SO BAD!!!"

- Quoted from Jeremy Bilding's twitter acccount @JeremyBilding

Originally Vegas winnings intended for rent and holiday gifts, the money was unable to be deposited into the bank before the incident occurred as Bilding was occupied both with traveling and attending a casting call, which is completely understandable.

It is believed that the dough will most likely be destined for some crack addicts nose and lungs. We can only hope that a good hearted crack dealer in Chicago will recognize the wad of cash and return it to it's rightful owner... but, sadly, that scenario is doubtful. Well, it's a white Christmas for someone this year.

Jeremy Bilding is currently horny and fuming at O'Hare Airport waiting for his return flight back to Los Angeles. Cinnabon was not there to give him a comforting, gooey consolation in time... or were they?

UPDATE:

It has been confirmed with another photo provided by Jeremy Bilding over Twitpic. he has found Cinnabon... but sadly, they did not have pecan.

Happy April Fools, y'all!

Here's a MadTV Suicide Bomber Spoof and another one I found. Enjoy! Don't forget to hit the pause on the music player at the bottom of the blog before you watch the videos.





And apparently, there's a movie called April Fools Day...



Hmmm... that one wasn't that funny... Hah. Made you watch.

And Off to Los Angeles...

I have good news and I have bad news. The good news is that after 54 cumulative hours, a little over a $100, three programs to get rid of viruses, two programs to get rid of adware, and one program to get rid of hijackware, I have fixed my computer. HAH!

The bad news however is that I won't be able to use my computer in San Francisco very much anymore. It's official: I'm heading back to Los Angeles tommorrow, Wednesday, the 19th. What was originally supposed to be a week long trip to San Francisco ended up being an expensive month long alcohol smothered, sleep deprived, sex filled, month long vacation in San Francisco, and I don't want to leave. Besides all the aforementioned sex and alcohol, there are other reasons why I don't want to leave. Well, for one, there's awesome shopping all over the city, and I've only experienced a fraction of it all in the past four weeks. You should see the walk-in closets... plural. Tehre's obviously a lot of space that needs to be filled. The other reason is the rent-free lodging that comes with having a town-house at my disposal. Just look at the view from my bedroom window, one which I don't have to share with any siblings or parents:



And the last reason why I just don't want to leave: the specially made memory-foam/down cushioned mattress with 2000 thread-count pure cotton sheets on the custom modern bed that I had commissioned in my brother's name when he was furnishing the house after my family bought it - if I hadn't picked this bed, he would have bought this gawd-awful flimsy canopy bed for double the cost, and there was no way I was ever gonna sleep in a canopy bed that could fall apart the first night.


I know... I know... I'm a lush. So, who wants to help me ruin the bed before I leave San Francisco? I'm not a slut; I'm a lovable strumpet. Don't look at me like that. Okay, FINE! Technically, I'm also a whore. Satisfied?

Bad Luck...

I think the planets must have been misaligned or something cause I've been having the worst luck lately. First, my computer starts going all wonkey after some stupid trojan viruses downloaded themselves onto my computer. Then some oil splatters when I was cooking dumplings a couple of days ago and causing giant flames to shoot up from the pan... easily managaed and put out with the lid. Then the next day, the fire alarms go off while I was making grilled cheese sandwiches with slices of honey roasted turkey, and now the alarm system won't reset itself. What the hell is going on?

Anyway, I've been cutting down on all the parties and clubbing and all the bars for the past few days because I've been trying to fix my damn computer. Well, I have been going out and playing around with this hot Irish guy, but I've been spending more time at home. I just want my computer fixed damn it. Bah... maybe I should just blow someone from Geek Squad and get them to fiddle around with it... uh... by it, I meant my computer.
Ya nasty!

By the way: HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY! If you don't have any Irish in ya, then I suggest you follow my example and get some in ya soon.

I'm ConfLused...

Confused (adj): having lost one's bearings; unable to think with clarity or act intelligently.

ConfLused (adj): having been put in a situation where one loses his freaking mind.



So... I'm freaking confLused. Last Friday,I went to the Nob Hill Adult Theatre in San Francisco to see Ricky Sinz and do naughty things like photograph myself sucking his penis (ummm... you can see a picture of that below if you must) before I started barhopping and headed out to see the two Tristans (Tristan Phoenix and Tristan Jaxx). Besides a short photo shoot of Ricky in a shower stall separated from the outside world by window panes, I ended up filming him performing in a that same shower. It was a good night overall filled with a few hundred pictures. Pictures to follow when I finish organizing them.

Anyway, I didn't become confLused until I got home and transferred all the photos and video files to my computer. That's actually when I found out that the 10 minute video of Ricky Sinz showering, talking nasty, jacking off, and smacking his dick around, was a 699 MB QuickTime Movie file. I was hoping to put it onto XTube and embed it into this blog, but XTube only accepts files 50 MB or smaller. I don't really know all this technology stuff... sooo... I don't know what to do. From what I understand, I can do a few things: (1) change the file to a WMV file, and (2) reduce the face of the video - I don't even know if I said that second part right, but the video screen is twice the size of any normal video file I normally see. I'm sure there's other things I could do, but I don't even know how to do the first two things I mentioned.

Until I can figure out what to do with the video, here's a handful or so of all the photos (click on the pictures to enlarge):










I didn't really blow Ricky... I just had the girl he's been fooling around with in San Francisco take a lot of pictures with my mouth on his dick, his dick in my mouth, his dick aiming down my throat, and all that good stuff... and I mean a lot of pictures. I had to prolong the shoot as long as I possibly could... didn't I? Teehee.

Damn My Broken iPod...

... damn it to Hell!

Yeah... so... fun stuff this morning! I just got home. I haven't slept since I woke up at 11 AM yesterday (March 4th), and my iPod broke very early this morning and I spent pretty much the whole day trying to correct this injustice that the gods have decided to torture me with. I went to the Apple store in San Francisco at 10 AM this morning - which means I had already been awake for 23 hrs by that point (and alas, I had bid adu to my sanity by that Spring hour) - and after an hour, they finally tell me to sign up for an appointment. So, the earliest time I could fit into todays schedule was at 12:50 PM. What the hell?! An hour and fifty minutes later? Why couldn't we just do it "first cum, first served up in a martini glass" style? Sometimes, corporate America abuses the damned internet to mind-f&%k us!

So, what did I do with that time? I went shopping for new evil toys at Mr. S Leather - which, somehow, has become my local hang out when I'm not doing anything during the day - and I ended up leaving an hour later with a copy of last month's Instigator Magazine (Wot?! I already had this months... teehee). On the up side, I believe I would make a very imaginative and sadistic vengeful god... what, with all the visions of destruction I had racing around in my exhausted brain after what happened with my damn iPod - this would be the third one I've had to replace to this day, by the way. This is why I would never make a good Buddhist no matter how Chinese I am (and yes, I am half Chinese, and no, the other half is neither Caucasian or Japanese).

Anyway, when I get there, I waited again until 1:15 PM, 25 minutes past my appointment time, but luckily I get this really hot guy, and he ends up doing all these tests and stuff that's way beyond my league when it comes to Apple products (I use a PC... I don't care if Mac's are better. I like my computer. It's a Panasonic Toughbook and it's tiny with a DVD player and CD burner that pops up with the mouse pad... If it was an ass, I'd fuck the opening of that drive) and he finally decides to just give me a new one even though my files with Apple apparently were never done correctly. Gawd, I wanna give that hotty a hell of a blow job for making this a helluva lot easier! Thank you Anonymous-guy-whose-name-I've-already-forgotten-even-though-I-wanna-make-you-shoot-your-wad-like-the-volcano-that-destroyed-Pompei! Seriously, this is so not because I'm a slut. I was just excited because I didn't know geeks came in the color of hot with a nice bulge in his jeans... but then again, this is San Francisco!

And that's another crazy sleepless morning in the life of Kyler Coy!

GayVN Bondage Fun: Tony Buff's Quick Arm Bind

It's crazy how I'm still blogging about the GayVN 2008 weekend, but I am. I don't remember if I blogged about this yet, but after the unofficial after party at Powerhouse, a bunch of us (mr. Pam, Chad Donovan, Rod Barry, Derek da Silva, Antonio Madeira, Tony Buff, FiveStar, Chris Steele, Ross Cannon, and me) headed over to mr. Pam's Playhouse to drink some more, even though most of us were already competely hammered (yes... me...). Anyway, while we were there, Tony Buff displayed for us all how to do a Quick Arm Bind on Derek da Silva, and of course FiveStar. Well, here it is (but before you press play, it would be wise to scroll down to the bottom and pause the Playlist music player):



I am sooooooo hot for Tony Buff. He is basically my ultimate daddy fantasy!!! I would totally be his boy with Derek if he asked.
If you look very closely while Tony is binding Derek's right arm, you can see me for a millisecond drunkenly wiping down the counter in the kitchen and getting ready to take some pictures there. And now for some of those pictures (in chronological order) of the little drunken gathering:


In the center is Derek da Silva. On the right is Tony Buff, and on the left is FiveStar, the lovely person who filmed the video for all of you.

Here, we're in the middle of filming. As you can see, the camera is up on the right.

While the bondage demonstartion is going on, mr. Pam shows off her talents on a banana. To the left is Chad Donovan, and on the right is Antonio Madeira.

mr. Pam get's Antonio's attention.

If you were paying attention to the video, this is where Tony pulls the rope up around Derek's crotch.

Here, Tony narrates as he's about to bring the rope up to Derek's neck.

The last pic.

There are more photos from the night, but I'll spare you Rod's drunken photographs or mr. Pam which he took with my camera. (Seriously, if you saw them, your mind would implode from all the randomness that is Rod Barry's photography skills... or lack of. Luv ya Rob... would love you more if you were gay!)

Grrr... I'm Restless!

I normally don't like to post so soon after having posted an interview because I don't want to take attention away from industry news and stuff... I'm restless and I'm angry. Some people know that I usually can't sleep at night (I'm a night owl... duhhh. How else do you explain my rampant partying and sexcapades?), and because I haven't been sleeping and there's nothing to do sometimes, I've been reorganizing all of mine and my brother's stuff in the master bedroom cause he's straight... and so he's naturally a messy, unorganized wierdo. Well, after going through the nightstands, the closet, the cabinets, etc., I've been finding shit from the past two years I thought I've lost. I've been finding designer watches, jewelry, colognes, lotions, skin care products, and other trinkets and baubles. He even stole a condom box designed by Alessi that I bought a year and a half ago when I was in college... and after living through Hurricane Katrina, the amount I paid for this shiny object cost me what was in those days a small fortune. Ummm... by the way, I'm easily seduced by shiny objects... teehee.


Where was I? Oh yeah... what the fuck, dude?! When I was in Germany and I needed money cause I was running low on funds while I wasn't getting paid since I didn't have a German visa, he only lent me $300... and with the conversion rate to Euros, that's nothing. But all of a sudden, there's like $7000 worth of missing shit that's been turning up all over the place, and half the shit is ruined. The watches don't work, the cologne bottles are empty but still in the cabinets, my condom box is scratched up and it didn't even seal tightly like it's supposed to. Does he know how many people I've had to sleep to get just half of these things? I am sooooo PISSED! The worst part about it is that I found three condoms in the condom box. An Ultra Thin Trojan (Yay for the next guy who'll be fucking me), and two Durex condoms with Chinese characters on it, which obviously mean they were purchased during one of his many trips to Shanghai where he works. Not only do I dislike Durex condoms cause they seem to suck for guys with huge dicks... and me loves some o' that huge dicks, but they were made in China. Do you know how many Chinese people are out there in China? Any my brother chooses willingly to trust Chinese condoms?! Seriously... I had to throw them away!

I've decided that for revenge, I'm stealing either the antennas off of his remote control cars that he's spent months building (by the way, he's 10 years older than me) or I'm stealing one of his Hermes ties and one of his Jim Thompson ties. I know the former would be a bitchier thing to do cause each one of those cars cost a couple hundred... but I don't think I can pass up the ties... They have a shiny sheen to the fabric. Damn! Why do I have to be so easily seduced by shiny objects?!

And just so you stay interested... here's a reduced picture of my ass I took Wednesday night/Thursday morning cause I couldn't sleep:

Damn...

... I'm out of cigarettes. What the fuck!!!

I know I'm bugging the shit out of my brother's friend - who is staying at my house at the moment cause we let him - by walking by his door over and over again cause I'm acting all obsessive compulsive by cleaning every gawd damned thing in the house. Geez... I know I fucking rubbed a few out already, but he's French, his wife isn't here tonight (and she's Chinese, so I know he likes rice) and I really just wanna fuck him. Hehe... maybe I am a slut, but y'all should just pretend that I'm a lovable strumpet anyway.

Still awake...

As the title says, I'm still awake. I've suddenly been struck by a vicious case of restless insomnia (I know that was redundant, but I'm tired, I can't sleep and I don't care). I don't know if it's some spiritual boredom, or if Eric Rhodes' depression is spreading, but I'm just unhappy right now.

As you may know, I've been travelling constantly, and I was hoping it would get me out of my funk, but all that nasty crap has somehow caught up with me. So, after being kicked out of Germany (well, I was kindly asked to leave, but I'm just as bitter), I went to Amsterdam for an awesome party. I had fun, got fucked up, got fucked, and left for London. In one day, I saw the British Museum, Big Ben (seriously, I've seen bigger) and parliament, Westminster Abbey... blah blah blah. In New York, I went to my regular hangout, O.W. in Midtown East, and got fucked up almost everynight and shopped everyday and went to an orgy during the Saturday I was there where I fooled around and got fucked by 30-something hot guys (I only got fucked by four guys, I think, and while using condoms of course, but I gave a lot of head to everyone else). In L.A., I got fucked up at Here Lounge then got fucked somewhere else... and then I was told to go to San Francisco. By the way: I'm not a slut; I'm a lovable strumpet.

And now, in San Francisco, I'm sleeping in a giant custom made bed, watching TV, and being a bum in a three story townhouse near Coit Tower for free. Why the fuck am I sooo restless right now. I don't really know what to say. I've thought about everything I did today, which was pretty much nothing compared to a normal person's day, and it makes me feel even more fucke up. Judge for yourself if I should feel the way or not. Here was my day:

I ate three glazed Entenmann's donuts before I walked a couple of blocks and bought Blake Riley a congrats card for his big win - Blake, if you're reading this, sorry, but I fucked up this sweet gesture which was supposed to be a surprise by blogging about it - while talking to my friend Alex about his job, his clients (not escort clients, but actual clients related to his job), and how cute Matt Dallas is cause the new episode of Kyle XY (ABCfamily 8/7c with repeats at midnight) was on today. Then I spent $120 on a brick of six year old Chinese tea in Chinatown... cause I choose to ignore the fact that I'm broke from all the flights I've been on. Then I went back to the house and answered e-mails for a few hours while watching the tube with porn playing on my computer, all while waiting for Kyle XY to come on. I cooked and ate a NY Strip steak. After that, it got really, really boring... I jacked off three or four times to straight porn cause I couldn't think of anything better to do, acted obsessive compulsive and cleaned the house, drank eight pots of tea, ate a pint of green tea ice cream, flossed and brushed my teeth four times, flirted and turned down sex and escort clients on-line, and smoked half a pack of cigarettes... none of that in any specific or planned order, of course.


Yes, that was a little too detailed... but it's all on my mind for some stupid reason... especially the donuts, the steak, and the ice cream (so sue me... I had a fat day). Seriously... WTF. I think I'm fallen into this funk 'cause I just don't know what my future is going to be... and I'm afraid to move forward after failing to actually live in Germany like I originally planned. Now, I have no plan, not enough money, and no job. I'm a frightened fag with nothing to do.

Suggestions, anyone?

If I actually post this, I'm going to be surprised... oh fuck it. I don't care. I'm posting this blog even if it makes me sound like a whiny bitch. I admit it, I fucked up back in August by moving to Germany and relying on that plan to work without having an alternative plan. If saying that makes me a whiny bitch, then so be it, cause at least I have $120 worth of tea, vodka-redbulls, and cigarettes while I ponder shit over.

Moving Back to the USA

So, I recently found out that my German visa got rejected. Well, it's not technically rejected yet. Apparently, under the current requirements, I don't make enough money to get a visa. Ich bin ein English lehrer (I'm an English teacher)! Since I work on independent contracts as a free-lancer, and the government says I have to make a 1000 Euros more than I currently make, and I have to get these contracts in by the 8th of February, and because no one wants to hire someone who doesn't yet have a visa, I can't find enough contracts to make 1000 Euros more than I do now. And though I have enough money to support myself without having any job at all, they still won't even give me a non-working visa. WTF?!?

So, I'm moving back to the USA at the end of this month of January. My roommate also has to move back to the US since under these new conditions, he won't be able to renew his visa. So, I'll probably be in New York for the beginning to middle of February and then I'll be in Los Angeles until the summer, when I plan to move back to New York. This is technically both good and bad news. I was already planning to move to New York in a few months, but since the visa office only told me this new development with my visa this week, I basically have no time to prepare. So in regular gay tradition, I went shopping. I bought a new black cashmere coat!



So, here's a picture of me with all my stuff packed into three boxes (behind me) and a suitcase. I'm wearing my new cashmere coat (You likt it?)! Awww, the shelves where I house my many teapots (behind me) are empty... so sad.

Watching On Fire!

About an hour ago, I was watching Jet Set's On Fire! with some friend's. I know I'm reviewing this film in a few weeks, but I couldn't help but preview it with a few friends, a sexy Brazilian lifeguard/firefighter included. So, I met this hot Brazilian stud at the Townhouse, a bar in Midtown East in Manhattan. I usually go either to the Townhouse or O-Bar since the two are so close by to my Manhattan apartment. It's convenient.

Anyway, somehow, while watching the film, a few of us got a little excited and I ended up giving an hour long blowjob to the hot Brazilian guy. I used all my tricks including fast repeated deepthoat lunging (I'm Asian... I have no gag reflex) and a few other unmentionable tricks. I wish I ahd my camera with me, but I couldn't find it, otherwise, you would have seen this guys hot body and dick (six inches thick, seven and a half inches long, torpedo dick). Sorry y'all missed it.

As an early review, I have to tell you all that what spawned the show was the third scene in On Fire! where Jeremy Hall and Sebastian Young were in a rape/hazing scene with Braxton Bond. This is a movie not be missed. PRE-ORDER IT NOW!

Photos from New Year's Eve

It took a while to alter a lot of these photos, but I had to. The files are so large that it would take forever just to upload a single photo. Well, without much adu, here they are:


This was the first photo I took that night. I tried many times to take a picture of Blake Riley, but the lighting was impossible to work with my flash. Well, eventually, I worked it out and made him pose (cause I can be a demanding bitch when I have a camera) and this was the end result: Blake Riley surrounded in a stunning blue light. He made me promise to send him this photo for his MySpace page.


Though his name was on the flier, I totally did not know Benjamin Bradley would be dancing that night. I took this photo right after I hugged and kissed that hunk on the lips. Though he retired from porn, I can't help but be a fan. I ended up taking multiple photos of him throughout the night.


I actually ended up taking a photo while he was changing outfits and preparing for his second set on one of the stages.


Pictured here is Ben and Rob Romani. This was actually right after I met Rob. I had been partying in his private cabana for over an hour before we actually met and talked. It was only after the party when I found out he was the owner of Ridgeline Films.


Ben Bradley being made to pose for my camera. All the dancers and bartenders had the same white make-up all over their body. It was a bit strange in my opinion, but they were all still very hot.


Here, Ben is on the bar dancing above the dancefloor.


Another photo of Benjamin Bradley on the bar.


During another dancing break, I took a photo of Ben and Lex Sabre. Lex apparently had been wearing a vest that he originally bought when he was in high school. Vintage is always in.


Here's a photo of Brett Wolfe, David, the friend of Lex's who I think works as an architect and is currently house sitting for Christian Owen, and Lex himself. We were all lounging in Rob Romani's cabana.


Brett Wolfe, David, and Lex again.


Here's my attempt at an artsy picture of David and Lex.


Rob Romani licking Lex. I couldn't help but take a picture.


I was surprised when I ran into Collin O'Neal while talking to Blake Riley. I couldn't help but take a picture of them together. I'm a maniac with a camera.


This was the picture I ended up taking five seconds before midnight. This is Collin O'Neal with his boyfriend Neal from Colorado.


MIDNIGHT! Aren't they cute.


Collin's boyfriend and I were clowning around with the free Ginch Gonch underwear the bar was passing out after midnight. Don't we look cute?


I made Collin and his boyfriend pose.


More posing. Should I be a photographer?


Another pose. I really don't remember where they got that necklace. I think I found it in a box of party supplies.


The last pose I'm posting. I took way more photos of those two but I'm not posting them all.


Me and Neal clowning for the camera. My hair was a mess by that time.


Here's the last photo I'm posting. Do I look fucked up?