F and I woke up promptly at 9 and had a somewhat adequate breakfast at a local diner around Folsom St. We then headed over to the gym for a killer leg workout. I hate doing legs, but having somebody there is a big help - especially when they look like are François Sagat.

When I first started going to the gym I remember going at around 5 or so and having to work in with some guy at the cables. Well, I also remember having to bend down and remove the pin from its slot and put it up really high from the original position. It was trés embarrassing. So embarrassing that I never returned to the gym during that time again for about a year. I didn’t feel embarrassed with F at all, it was just sort of reminiscent of that time. That kind of thing is in my head, it’s not real, it comes form my own feelings of inadequacy which are far from valid.

Cut to the squat machine and I was taking the 7th 45lb plate from the rack to the machine I said, “Perhaps I should just sit on the bar for you, it would be far less work and just as much weight.” An hour or so later we limped out of Gold’s and headed over to his place to discuss our next move. I felt like another movie. Not only was it an excuse to cuddle up to those shoulders again, but I felt like I needed a real scary movie. I had gotten myself worked up for it yesterday and was a bit disappointed with “Slither”. This time I chose. “The Hills Have Eyes” was a no brainer. I knew of the general idea of it; however, had no idea what I was in for.

I cuddled up to his shoulders, I grabbed his pant leg, dropped the popcorn and jumped out of my seat numerous times. This was Wes Craven at his absolute best!!!! It was an amazing movie, amazing for a horror movie. There was a really violent sequence about a third of the way in that almost made me puke and walk out. I never react that way….ever. I have seen many many many movies like this, but never had this sort of reaction. I LOVED IT!!!!!!! At the end of the movie I had to collect my breath for a moment before we left. You know when you get off a good roller coaster and you’re suprised you survived and proceed directly to the ride line? Yeah. Fucking Intense. Two fat, hard cocks way up!!!

I’m just about to retire now to the comfort of François and his bed, but before that we have an interview to complete for him. There are some questions he doesn’t understand. And upon reading them I really don’t either. “What is up your ass right now?” That was one of them. François replied “the chair?” FUCKIN’ ADORABLE! Those brown eyes are enough to make you, and I do, grab that face and just kiss him. I told him that was the most ridiculous question I have ever heard and he had every right to dismiss it… along with that one… that one and for sure that one. It seemed like these questions were formulated by a 13 yr old shut-in that hadn’t seen the light of day in years. There are benefits to doing interviews in print.

This tank top auction is really exciting. I’m looking forward to the end when things will hopefully heat up. It would be great if the pups and I could split several Ben Franklins. Speaking of pups, get a load of this adorable, sweet dog that was rescued this week in Pasadena. A friend of mine sponsored the dog and Karma Rescue paid for the adoption. At first he was just going to put the puppy up until she could be adopted, but she won him over and may just keep her all to himself. Another success story!

Meanwhile, South of Market, Johnny and François are enjoying some time together. We had lunch in the Castro, came back to Noe Valley to check the listings of local flicks. We became a little side tracked with each other and the camera. I let F pick the movie. He suggested “Slither”, he had seen it before and was very up on the idea of watching it with me.

“Is it a scary movie?”
“Oui”
“Let’s go!”

More of an excuse to slide up to those shoulders! Well I still slid up to those shoulders, but not because I was scared. The movie was, as F put it so appropriately, “cheesy”. If you have seen “Attack Of The Killer Tomatos” or “When Mars Attacks” you have the gist. From what F told me, the director was the guy from “Day Of The Dead” - it showed. I think he may have been stoned or something because it was slightly comedic, not scary like “Day Of The Dead” but did posses some gory scenes. The company was definitely the winner on this one. After that we enjoyed a bottle of Amarone and a great meal at this Italian grill downtown.

We all know that F is beautiful, duh! But after the initial cloud of lust comes down one has to engage himself in a conversation or two. I enjoy talking to him. He makes me laugh. 5 points. We share a lot of the same feelings regarding girls, the public, our jobs and the way we operate. I also found out that we sort of grew up the same way. I have never met anybody who grew up like me. It’s very comforting. I have never met anybody who shares the same lifestyle as me; yet had some hard times getting here.

Also, I have never met anybody who drinks so much Diet Coke and other sugar laden beverages. Between the Red Bulls and the protein shakes this man has a can of Diet Coke in his hands at all times. I had to get proof for my readers. On the subject of proof, I have been thinking about asking F if he would mind perhaps creating a home movie with me. You know, like Colin Farrell did not so long ago? It would be nice for us to have something(s) to remember each other when he returns to France. *wink* I better get out the instruction manual.

Rob and I had some awesome Mexican chow for dinner before retiring early for our flight this morning. Problem was I didn’t sleep well. It wasn’t due to excitement or food poisoning mind you, it was due to snoring, Rob’s. The loudest snoring I have ever heard. I was sleeping in the guest room which was on the other end of the adjacent room. Through a wall and across a room this sound carried. I was truly amazed and completely annoyed. Then all of a sudden, silence. He just stopped. I though for a moment that he might have rolled over onto the pillow face down and asphixited himself. I contemplated going in to check up on him, but decided against it. Obviously it wasn’t a problem.

We flew SouthWest and upon arriving at the gate, I was faced with a situation. Open seating. WHAT? Are you kidding me with this? No, they weren’t. It was absolutely ridiculous. I still have no idea what purpose that served and who was benefiting from the cattle call.

The weather sucked in LA and it appears to have followed us to Phoenix. Cloudy with a threat of rain. I am glad that Luca and Rob are staying here at the hotel with me. This would be a little depressing had I been here all on my own. There is a Deaf Convention here as well. It has been a while since I have signed and am looking forward to the oppurtunity to talk to some of the guys.

When I sat down in the lobby waiting for Rob to check us all in, I saw myself on the cover of ECHO, the local gay community magazine. I’m still not used to finding myself randomly publicized. Why doesn’t anybody tell me these things? Apparently they have never featured a porn star on the cover before. I must say it was quite an honor and rather exciting to see it in the hotel lobby casually displayed next to Harper’s and Good Housekeeping. It may be a good weekend after all…