Today’s gratuitous pic of naked actors

Naked actors blog, Scott Caan naked, Sam Huntington naked, William Macy naked

This photo was taken during the film shoot of “In Enemy Hands” and taped on the door of Mark Walhberg’s trailer at the sound stage next door (he had made an insult about their film as he filmed “The Italian Job”). The photo includes actors Ian Somerhalder, Scott Caan, William Macy, Matt Lindquist, and Sam Huntington. Can you match the ass with the actor?

Happy Labor Day!

 

An open letter to my readers…

DAN’S NOTE:  I just couldn’t resist this post.  Although I have bitched about all the media coverage this pathetic man is getting, don’t necessarily agree that bathroom cruising should be a crime, and that in-the-closet Senators should have the right to stay there if they need to, this man’s anti-gay bias needs to go.  And, I forgot that middle America still cruises for sex in rest rooms.  Thanks, Senator, for reminding me of that practice.  So, this entire incident has made me think …

Dear DanNation Readers:

I am not gay.  Thank god my husband and friends are mostly gay, but I am not! Although I plead guilty to the crimes of living with a male lover and sharing a bed with him; looking at hot guys walk down the street; occasionally taking a peek at the nice hairy ass next to me at my gym’s steam room; frequenting bars known for only serving queers and their hags; downloading videos on my home computer that involve two men, ropes, gags, whips, and tit clamps; kissing handsome boys in gay vacation spots like the Russian River; stripping down to my underwear with Kalvin at bars full of bear-like men; dancing with my shirt off in other men-only bars; attending gay and lesbian film festivals; attending at least two Cher farewell concerts; listening to Judy, Ella, and Sarah Vaughn; and, wearing at least three skin products every day — I am NOT gay!

But the one thing I don’t do is cruise for men in rest rooms — that WOULD make me gay.  I don’t know about you, but the caliber of men I see in most airport rest rooms is not up to par – what do you think? 

Rest areas are another whole story, though.  Yum! 

But, I am not gay.  Although I plead guilty to all of the above charges, I am not gay.

Thank you for reading my declaration.

Yours sincerely,

DanNation

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I am a seeker of pure light and consciousness and ask that you be the same. Also, I have a pet ox. He is a house ox and my totem animal and eats at the table and likes to give kisses. If you will be annoyed by his gentle loving kindness and cannot respect his sacred animal nature, or accomodate his nocturnal advances, then this is not the place for you! First month, last month deposit and please no dogs. Thank you. Contact me by thought energy if you are interested and I will respond promptly. Whole Foods is nearby.

   
   
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Burning Man burns early

The joker below set Burning Man on fire early.  Usually, the Man would burn this coming Saturday night.  During last night’s lunar eclipse, this arsonist took a blow torch to the iconic sculpture.  Since it was not yet full of fuel and fireworks, crews extinquished the fire quickly.  However, the damage was quite extensive and burners will rebuild in the next 72 hours.  They need to kick this yahoo’s ass!  I will have to give him credit, though, for the most ridiculous mug shot ever!

See more details here at Laughing Squid.

Rolling on the river

On Saturday, I headed about 70 miles north of San Francisco for a relaxing night of camping on the Russian River in Guerneville. Fortunately, I was invited by friends J.R. and Kalvin and we met up with their friends Andrew and Chris. While we did camp, we set up our tents in the back yard of The Willows which is a two-minute walk to the gay life in downtown and replete with showers, a hot tub, and plenty of gay softball players (they were all in town for a tournament). The somewhat communal showers certainly fostered multiple showers per day for all of us; the clear curtains and one stall with two showerheads did not leave much to the imagination.

Kalvin and J.R. brought their musical instruments and serenade us all in the photo above. I believe that this was during the 17th chorus of “Michael, Row the Boat Ashore.” You gotta love gay weekends on the river!

Is it possible to be clean and dirty all at the same time?

Oh, those familiar pings in my strings

Oh my!

I was sitting at my desk today and got an email from a friend which said the following (from Violet Blue at sfgate.com):

Making the e-mail rounds a few weeks ago — and sent to me by more than one high-profile local sex educator — was a snarky list of ways to “enjoy Burning Man at home.” The list included many observations about the experience, like:

  • Before eating any food, drop it in a sandbox and lick a battery.
  • Stack all your fans in one corner of the living room. Put on your most fabulous outfit. Turn the fans on full blast. Dump a vacuum cleaner bag in front of them.
  • Buy a new set of expensive camping gear. Break it.
  • Get so drunk you can’t recognize your own house. Walk slowly around the block for five hours.
  • Have a 3 a.m. soul-baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms, a crocodile and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if you’re hallucinating. Lust after Bugs Bunny.
  • Cut, burn, electrocute, bruise, and sunburn various parts of your body. Forget how you did it. Don’t go to a doctor.
  • Pay an escort of your affectional preference subset to not bathe for five days, cover themselves in glitter, dust, and sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig, dance close naked, then say they have a lover back home at the end of the night.

Do you know how much the pings and strings of my heart started pulsating?

You don’t understand! Perhaps you do if you have read my blog for awhile. Basically, I am a true and blue burner. Burner (with a capital “B”)! This is the second year in the row that I haven’t attended Burning Man. This weekend, I will walk around San Francisco and see cars and trailers loaded with PVC pipe, tarps, wayward furniture, and large coolers leaving our fair city for a 6-hour journey to the Black Rock Desert.

The first time I went was 1995. There were only 4,000 attendees then and I had read about the event in Details magazine. I was living in Los Angeles and decided to load my vehicle with Budweiser, some lawn chairs, a tent and tarp, and lots of beef jerky. I drove for 12 hours on 395 until I hit Reno. I then took a left at the I-80 Pyramid Lake exit at about 1 a.m. to journey to the unknown. It was at that first Burning Man that I began to discover myself. I also met some awesome friends with whom I camped until 2005 (pictures above).

After 10 years, a move back to San Francisco, a new relationship and job, and slight burnout on the event itself, I did not go last year. I had meant to go this year but other activities caught up with me. And it is that time of year.

As I was reading the email and related article, I felt that I had made a bad decision. About life? Career? Everything? Perhaps.

But one thing is for sure — I have let it all catch up with me without a scant thought about journeying back to the Black Rock Desert. It is my place. I have learned so much about myself in that uninhibited territory. I kissed boys there for the first time, and, for godsakes, ran around in a tiny leather harness and/or sarong (see above, again). Yes, it is dusty. And quite miserable at times. But that’s the beauty of the event for me. I am always challenged to survive at the event. I need to remember that one of the reasons I moved back here was to be closer to Burning Man. I totally have let it escape from my soul. What am I thinking?

A faint pain went through my heart today when I read Violet Blue. Burning Man is something that I can’t quite explain to any of you who are reading and haven’t attended. I found my own experience there and was quite good at taking Black Rock City home with me over the years to adjust myself and my thoughts. It helped me cope for one more year. I felt love and inclusion and creativity all for a $250 ticket. I don’t want this post to sound trite; I mean what I write. I just wish I was heading up to the Nevada desert this weekend.

Instead, my great friends J.R. and Kalvin have invited me to the Russian River to camp on Saturday and I am looking forward to a new experience. It will rock.

And, I need to let the same feeling overwhelm me everywhere else. With that said, I am planning to go in 2008. No doubt about it.

Anyone want to join me?

The Jimmi and Dan Variety Cast #24: Slamming it with Ragan Fox and the City

Ragan Fox joins Jimmi and Dan as they discuss threesomes, podcasting, Perez Hilton, and other hot and gay topics. We are excited and honored to have this veteran podcaster and blogger join us today!

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Nasty Boy Beach is over…

nude boy beach

Well, it’s Monday and I am writing a quick entry to let you know that I am alive.  I have had a rather tumultuous week both personally and professionally but things should normalize this week.  I won’t go into details here, but learned a lot about myself recently – both good and bad.  I guess it is these learnings that drive growth in us as individuals.  As a result, my blog and other normal habits went to the back seat.

On a sad note, a friend and I decided to take advantage of amazing summer-like weather here in San Francisco over the weekend and went to Nasty Boy Beach - the formerly hard-to-reach north end of Baker Beach (also known as Golden Gate Bridge Beach) where gay boys go to folic nude and play with each other in improvised driftwood forts.  The National Park Service has begun a cleanup on the hillside above the beach and as a result have redesigned the trails leading to the beach.  Once fringed on both sides with poison oak, steep, and unmaintained, the trails for years made access to the beach quite difficult.  As a result, it became the popular nude gay beach.  As of last week, the NPS opened the rebuilt trail, which now consists of wooden stairs, neatly terraced gravel, and trimmed back foliage.  We were stunned to see parents with their kids joining the few nude men there on Saturday.  It is the end of an era.  While my friend indulged in nude frisbee with new friends we made there, the beach has already changed.

I have a great week coming up on my blog.  Jimmi and I have two shows this week, one of which is the “sexcast.”  We received a number of terrific submissions and will include those on the show.  If you have a story to add, it’s still not too late — please call our listener line at (206) 350-0699.