Gay, muscles and a bottle of Protein.

Well, I will lie if I said that I didn’t feel the attraction, the need or rather say the necessity to improve my look. Muscular body, that was exactly what I had in mind, like many other gay men in the world -though, I will like to remark how many other aren’t really bothered by that.

The truth is that for a while I tried to beef up if I could say, though I would probably prefer to say that I chickened out, in the more realistic sense of my actions. Building up muscle is not a simple journey to the gym every day -of course, it does require at some point visiting the gym. But it also implies some other help- normally in the shape of a supplement. It’s true that I am not necessarily correct in my assumption, many of the gym-goers will contradict my opinion and reaffirm that it is possible to work out and get results without having to go into the chemical aid provided by supplement. Perhaps.

The reality may be slightly different to the idea of performing endless routines and sets until our hidden six pack appear like a box of beers in an Aussie Barbie. For many gay men, the external pressure to look like an action man lure them into trying creatine, protein and from there many other substances; some more dangerous than other.

The result, though, can be visible sometimes. Deformed or abnormal developed parts of the body shown off in some kind of freak show for the amusement of those willing to pay worship -yes, I admit I do like muscle men, but I always like to fantasize with those who you rarely see in the gay scene, like a builder in the most proper sense of it.

Still, I am anyone to criticize anyone for their aim to look different, if that’s what they want to achieve. Good on them!!

Myself, well, I accepted that my improvement won’t take me to the Mr Universe catwalk.



One of the most annoying problems in any city is the sudden amnesia that most of the local councils seem to suffer from when it comes to repair/fix infrastructures on public areas.

I was walking by in my neighbourhood and I noticed this small park, perhaps part of the nearby Business centre.

In any case, it is a small nice green area with a few benches and a characteristic design. As you can see in the photo, two trees are missing with no signs of any replacement for them -it’s been like that for a few years already.

But, that is not the only problem as you can see in the second photo. Some of the slabs on the pavement need to be re-lay.

This is one of the problems with many of the Grandeur Projects in so many big cities. They are good when it comes to promote a city and when it is election period, but it is so easy to forget about them.

So, next time you are out and about, see how many of those spaces have been abandoned. Take a photo, show them. It’s time we reclaim our streets.


One of the most popular features of internet dating is the ability to see photos of those who are looking for something more than just a nice chat about the weather or the financial crisis of Northern Rock or the continuous debate about the McCanns’ guilty status.

There is not doubt that by putting nude pictures in the profiles is one way to, apparently, the purpose of the search is become more obvious. Still, there is something about a full close-up image of a penis in a 20 inches monitor that somehow does not work like in the real world.

Erotica and imagination can together. Magazines like Playboy know that considering how many Straight men have been buying for years. The motto always has been “Imagination”. When meeting someone in a bar, we consider all the different aspects of that person, his look, his personality, his voice, his masculinity but we might just be contempt with just imagine how that person might look naked.

True that on-line dating is about fast food delivery in many cases, but there is a still some brutality in the way that people flash their cocks or the anuses in some how of bizarre photo exhibition on screen.

I might sound a bit old fashion but I think imagination is good to create some fantasia and hopefully it will be fulfilled with the right bits.


You may be forgiven for thinking that someone into any type of fetish can be some kind of pervert. Quite reasonable thinking if you have in mind some of the fetishes that people could get into, such a suffocation or pants sniffing. I am not against anyone into any thing weird as long as it does not involved harming anyone against their own will -even within the S&M.

But , the truth is that many are into fetishes that focus their life so much that it will damage their relation with other people.

I remember when I met a black guy a while ago and he told me that meeting people was a hard work for him. He was an attractive man and very pleasant to be with. The issue he raised was that men -other than those of black race- who came forward to talk to him, will mention their wish to fulfil the fantasy to be with a black man.

I am sure that could apply to those who are hairy and sometimes feel that they people they are with are more interested in being with their hairy parts of their bodies that with the person who is the bearer of that hair.

Fetish is good where it light up a undermined passion between two or more people. When the fetish is more important that the people, it makes me wonder how good that is for the person with that type of fetish.


I know I might not be the bravest person when it comes to kiss in public. Though, I have not been ashamed to do so in SoHo or in gay bars, or gay areas or as they are called nowadays, Gay Villages.

I do still not feel comfortable showing affection in such a way in any other places. I know, many gay men would say that I just have to accept the way I am and challenge the society in which we all live. Easy to say, not so easy to do, especially if anyone has to over-rule the intrinsic mental resistance that stop them doing so.

I guess the reason for all this deliberation comes from the innocent act of kissing between two straight teenagers in a bus stop in which I was waiting yesterday. The early affection game shown by these two people took me into some kind of reflection and I thought about how difficult is for so many gay men to be able to show their true feelings. Not because they don’t want to, but due to the inhibitions that we have as a result not just of our personal education but the fear of the reaction from those surrounding us.

I realised how much of the Society we need still to change. I know that I won’t necessarily be supported in this matter since, as I mentioned earlier, many gay men won’t agree with my attitude. I wish it was so easy for everyone. I am not shameful of what I am, but I acknowledge that there are difficulties to express freely all the range of feelings and emotions in public in the same way that straight people do.


Commuters in London are familiar with the underground system. It is the backbone to the transport system in the capital. It also attracts the attention of the Media and it is target for blackmailing governments as recently seen in the three days strike in London.

Although, it is the main way of transport for many people within the M25 -some of the underground lines reach areas that are far away from the central London zone-, there is another system equally important for those travelling in and out the City or in the East of London. That is the DLR -Dockland Light Railways-, which just commemorated its 20 years since the first line was built.

It might be small in comparative with its bigger counterpart London Underground System, still its importance is such that it has shaped the East London area and it will do that again in the coming years, especially for the Olympics.

Without the paraphernalia that accompanied the Tube works over the last few years, the DLR extension has been well on schedule with the upcoming Woolwich underground approach due to open soon.

Its driver-less carriages has been an attraction for those foreign tourists that felt adventurous enough to discover the Docklands. The sensation of being seated in the front seat with no driver and just the feeling of being in control of the train, has gotten cameras to flash in order to retain the unusual event for many.

More changes are on its way for the DLR such as an increase in the number of carriages to increase the capacity of the network. The latter along with further extensions of the areas covered will increase the number of people who will be able to experience the driver-less journey experience.

Congratulations for those 20 years. !!


One of the things I really miss from my country is the food. I have to admit that I have not been able to replace that urge to eat in the same way since I came to live in the U.K. It’s nothing to do with the cost of the food, which I admit is quite high for many items, especially anything that is not chicken or turkey, but more to do with the quality.

Of course, I have the choice to go to a supermarket and buy anything I really one, at a price, no doubt. But anyone who has an average food budget will know that shopping in Waitrose every day is not something all of us can afford to do.

So, normally my options will be limited to my visit to the local 24 hours Tesco. That is exactly where I went in my aim to purchase some meat, other than chicken, and I ended up in the Pork aisle. There I spent some time browsing what was on offer. After discarding many of the not so cheap or not so appealing options, I managed to pick up some pork loin chops.

Few hours later, I opened the packet, placed the chops on the pan and fried then, all of this with some kind of excitement being able as I was to escape from my chicken routine. The problem was that my happiness didn’t last long. Shortly after I placed the meat on the pan, this was the result.
As you might guess, I did eat it but I won’t say that I will be having pork very often.