Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Who Wants to Get Pounded? (Poll Results Exhibit B) – Post #46







Stars aglow like scattered sparks
Span the sky in clockwork arcs
Hint at more than we can see
Spiritual machinery

                   
~ ”Clockwork Angels,” N. Peart ‘12



Monday, 12/10/12 8:07 PM
At home

Data are the mechanics, the guts and organs, the truth and the reality.  The rest is mostly just ideological guessing.  It’s the difference between sensing the time of day and actually looking at a clock.


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This is the second installment of the results from the 2010 sex survey I posted on surveymonkey.  Last week’s blog post talked a little bit about the basics: top, bottom, vers; safe sex or bareback; and a little about fetishes.  This week, we’re looking at who likes a good pounding and who’s more into the slow & steady, while also getting more into the fetishes. 


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The actual graphs are on theorgyguy.com.

I’m a voyeur, so I was curious to see who’s into a good ass pounding vs. slow & steady fucking.  I asked the question because I was curious to see if bottoms and tops differered, but the more interesting aspect to me turned out to be how safesexers and barebackers answered. Of those who answered this question, the Barebacker and Safesexer pie charts each include both bottoms and tops, while the Those Who Bottom and Those Who Top graphs represent safesexers and barebackers.   Also, I’ve only included those who were either strictly safe or bareback, not including those who said “Depends,” in this regard.

According to this limited sample, those who bottom tend to like getting pounded a full third more than tops like to give it.  I’d have guessed the opposite, given my own experiences.  I often see tops getting their frustrations out, while bottoms intimate to me that older guys tend to be better tops because we don’t always fuck like we’re trying to split the bottom in half.  So seeing how much bottoms like to be pounded surprised me. I’m in the 76% percentile, as a top – I like to mix it up.

Safesexers here like a pounding about as much as the Slow & Steady, but the difference is that barebackers prefer a good pounding considerably more than those who only play safe.  I don’t truly know what this means, but one could infer that barebackers are more “all out,” as opposed to safesexers, who may tend to being more patient and reserved. 

But that is only conjecture.

For fetishes, the poll asked guys to name what their into, unprompted, as opposed to having them read a list then check them off.  This way, it’s more pure and unfettered by suggestion.  In reading a list, one is more likely to say, “Oh yeah, I’m into that too...and that one and that one and that one...”  I prefer to see what comes to mind.

I’m not at all surprised to see that the Gang Bang is the most popular fantasy, but seeing Bondage & Discipline at #2 throws me a bit.  I’d have figured Uniforms, Twinks, Muscles, or even Rimming to get a higher placement.  Shows how much I know (which is why I dig research).  Fistfucking, too, comes in higher than I’d have predicted.  I’d already known that Piss/Watersports is actually popular, but only because of what I do for a living; prior to that, there’s no way I’d have thought so many guys are into Watersports.

So, is any of this news to you?

The next blog post will break out the fetishes by Bottom/Top, and by Safesexers/Barebackers.  Stay tuned.


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About a year-and-a-half ago, when I moved to The East Village, I stopped cutting my hair.  I’d wanted to experience a different trip, or a different leg of my life’s journey, just to see what it’s like.  I grew my hair in my mid-teens (‘til Dad said cut it!), again in my early 20s, then again a couple of years later when I was lead singer in a rock band (in the days of Pearl Jam, et al).  At age 42, I thought I’d give it one more shot, while I’ve still got the hair to do it with.

I also did it because I don’t think long hair is sexy.  Yes, don’t.  Why would I do that?  Because I got sick of thinking of myself that way, and placing too much emphasis on whether or not others thought of me that way.  I wanted to “untether” myself (I wasn’t exactly chained) from others’ perceptions.  So far, it’s worked out nicely.  Now, I’m more about allowing myself to just BE. 

I think long hair looks much cooler than short hair, just not sexier.  For all the years I had a regular day job, whenever I’d seen a man over a certain age with long hair, I’d wonder what he does for a living to be able to have his hair like that.   I’d also admire him for being so free, which is one of my major Life Trips.

But there is something I wasn’t expecting.  Part of maturing is not being defined by that which is outside oneself, as much as what is inside; that which is actual, as opposed to projected. It’s taught me that I’ve finally arrived at that age, where the hair or the clothes don’t make me. 

I make the hair and the clothes.

I’ve also learned that guys still want to play with me, even though I no longer look like Mr. Cop/Marine.  However, I still think most guys are like me: into short hair.

What do you think?  Please check out the long hair/short hair poll to the right and let us know.


The Örgy Guy

Saturday, August 14, 2010

This Blog Has Moved

For the new blog, please visit http://theorgyguy.blogspot.com/

Thursday, August 5, 2010

EWWWW, grossss, the horizon has changes all over it! – Post #12


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Wednesday 8/4/10 9:14 P.M.
The Village Den, my spot outside


Always hopeful, yet discontent
He knows changes aren’t permanent
But change is    


I like change.  Generally.  There’s something compelling about it.  Growth.  Life cycle and all that. 

Living here in NYC, for instance, every season is my favorite.  By the time it’s winding down, I’m looking forward to the next one, my new favorite season.


Here are three changes going on now:

Change #1 The Orgy Guy
ERUPTION, PEAK, THE XTUBE PARTY, SIR, HOOK.  Those are the current parties. They’re held at a space called The Club House (whereas, if I were to change venues, I’d rename the new space).  Now, with the blog and Twitter and the porn and whatever else coming, in addition to the parties, it should collectively have a new name.  And so, I’ll henceforth be going by The Orgy Guy.  Look for emails to come from a new email address, and the blog is moving to http://theorgyguy.blogspot.com/.  All posts from this blog have been copy/pasted to the new one.  I hope the few followers I’ve got will move with me.

It’s a sitcom reference.  Know which one?


Change #2 No More Emails
Or at least a lot fewer.  I’ll send the introductory email when I  put guys on the list, and maybe one or two a month after that, but I won’t be sending them out once or twice weekly with the schedule and updates.   Guys who most want to come – who are the guys I prefer to come – will find their way to the blog for updates. I am sending an email concurrent to this post, to invite the guys on my list to join.

Change #3 LOTTERY Parties (1st one on Saturday, 8/7)
I’ve recently been doing something different as an incentive to get more guys coming in the first hour, getting things going earlier.  For the most part, it’s worked very well.  I’ve got a new one, which I think is going to be an even more effective tactic.  It’s called LOTTERY.  It should be well received.  If you’re on the list, look for an email with the info. 

And so...

The Orgy Guy



(TA-DA)

           Ö  <– butthole and balls

I wrote last week about how I’ve joined Twitter. I’d thought I was like the last person alive not to have a Twitter account.  Turns out that wasn’t the case; I’ve asked at the parties and not one is on Twitter.  This is a way for guys to see how the party is going, while it’s happening in real time.

So please join me in making the switch to http://theorgyguy.blogspot.com/

Thank you for your support.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

On Monogamy – Post #11




Saturday 7/24/10 11:50 P.M.
Post Rush Concert - The Train Ride Home to Manhattan

On a road lit only by fire
Going where I want, instead of where I should
I peer out at the passing shadows
Carried through the night into the city
Where a young man has a chance of making good
A chance to break from the past
The caravan thunders onward
Stars winking through the canvas hood
On my way at last      --Neil Peart ‘10




In relationships, as in life...

Nah.  Too high school essay and way too serious.

Did you hear the one about the boyfriend and his ass chastity belt?

But a little more serious than that!

OK.  There was a time when monogamy was so important to me that I would drink myself to sleep on any of the nights I didn’t spend with my then-boyfriend, because I was afraid he could be, at that very moment, fucking another guy. 

There ya go.

And talk about control issues.

There were eighteen years between Nixon and me (that was his name, and he has since died of cancer).  He was 49 and I was 31.  Very different places in our lives.  He didn’t think monogamy was that big a deal, while I probably thought it was the most important part of a relationship.

These days, as a single guy, I’m much more on board with where Nixon was. Is a relationship something to get sentenced to?  Why would I want to keep someone I love from that kind of enjoyment?  But maybe the most important question, why add more hurdles to an already precarious situation that is being in a relationship?  Issues are not like car mileage, to be recorded and measured and collected.

They are like potholes. To be avoided.

It’s a lot more fun to have group sex with your boyfriend than to pass out drunk and scared when he’s not around.  I’ve seen lots of couples at sex parties – certainly at mine.  I can’t ascertain how good a relationship is, but they do seem more sophisticated and secure to me.  They participate together, they participate apart, then they check on each other.

There are also guys who are there on the down-low, with the boyfriend out of town.  My guess is they don’t have an open relationship.  But, to the unsuspecting boyfriends out there, you should know that they never fall in love and I’ve never heard one say, “The sex is better than with my boyfriend.”

It really is just sex.

By no means am I generally advocating that open relationships are the way to go; if both are happy with monogamy, it makes sense to stick with what works.  But if it’s not working, you might want to give up, give in, and give it a try.

With rules, of course.

If I’d have known this back then, I could have saved a lot of tears, a lot of beer money, and, perhaps, even our relationship.


I miss you sweetie. 


If you don’t know what the HOOK party is, check out the “Parties and Ideas” tab.  We’re going to have the first one on Tuesday, 8/3.

Guys often ask me if I could forward their email address to someone they played with at a party.  If they don’t ask or if I don’t know who they’re talking about, they have no choice but to hope to see the guy at another party.  With HOOK, you’ll be able to anonymously exchange email contact information with only the guys you’re into and who are also into you.

I’m really excited about it.  I hope you’ll join us.



TCH is now on Twitter, where you can check on updates during parties.  I’ll post what’s going on.  In order to follow me, you’ll need to request access, on Twitter.  You’ll also first need to be on my email list.  My screen name there is @TheOrgyGuy.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

An Ode – Post #10



Friday 7/16/10 7:35 P.M.
The Pier (at a table this time)

I’m sitting here watching these little kids knocking and kicking a beach ball around, and it occurs to me that I was about the same age when I organized my first group sex thing.  I must’ve been five.  At our backyard barbecue, I corralled two girl cousins and two boys from the block to watch me piss behind a bush.  My (much) older brother came around the corner to see what was going on, my observers scattered, and I couldn’t get my pants button snapped.  Alas, it was a clasp, and by the time I figured that out, he was spreading the news.

That’s all I remember.



This is for that guy at sex parties everyone tries to avoid.


Ode to Inappropriate Guy

Hey now Inappropriate Guy
Why must you talk so loud?
No one wants to hear you say
How much you missed your dog today
Inappropriate Guy
Yeah, Inappropriate Guy

Hey now Inappropriate Guy
Get your finger out of there
He's still checking in his clothes
And that’s not even where it goes
Inappropriate Guy
Yeah, Inappropriate Guy

Hey now Inappropriate Guy
How could you not possibly know?
With guys who beat you off with stick
You somehow think they want your dick
Inappropriate Guy
Yeah, Inappropriate Guy

Hey now Inappropriate Guy
No comments while I’m screwing
I know that it’s a party
But you sound like my Aunt Marnie
Inappropriate Guy
No, no, noooo, Inappropriate Guy

Hey now Inappropriate Guy
You’re purposely standing in the way
Stop grabbing at the joint
Oh please just get the point
Inappropriate Guy
Stay out of the sling, Inappropriate Guy

With guys who beat you off with stick
You somehow think they want your dick
Your paisley jock is way too small
And, yes, we know your dick is too
Inappropriate Guy
Get your own poppers, Inappropriate Guy

Now now Inappropriate Guy
What was your email again?
Please stop with all the questions
And no to “private sessions”
Inappropriate Guy
You realize that’s your nose you’re thumbing?
There aren’t any parties coming
Inappropriate Guy

No, no, noooo, Inappropriate Guy


Sunday, July 11, 2010

Is that a Virgo in your sky or are you just happy to see me? – Post #9


10:04 P.M. 7/11/10  
Sidewalk Café

Are you a Pisces, Aries, or Virgo?  And can I be your friend?

Seems you guys like (group) sex more than the rest of us.  


At the last four parties, I’ve asked each guy for his astrological sign. I would expect, as a “rational,” science-based type of thinker, that one hundred guys would divide up pretty evenly by month born, with regard to their respective sexual propensities.  This has been the case with water, air, and fire signs, but not earth signs:  


Again, this is only with one hundred guys.  With one thousand, I’d expect the percentages to draw much closer to each other.  It’s not like they’re that far apart.


But, in the order of the zodiac, check this out:






Why would guys born in September seem to like group sex so much more than guys born in August?  If these differences hold up over time and larger numbers, I won’t necessarily believe it’d have anything to do with the gravimetric positions of stars and constellations.  But is it any more believable that it would be due to having to wear winter booties, at a year old, rather than sandals? 

I don’t know, but so far, so fun.


Thursday, July 8, 2010

Type Righting – Post #8



“It’s not the heat, it’s the inhumanity
Plugged into the sweat of the summer street”

--Neil Peart, 2002


5:44 P.M.  Back on the Pier

Twice, today, I’ve felt in harmony with my environment.  I’m pretty sure those were the two times the temperature hit 98.6 degrees.


Ever since I announced that TCH is primarily for men over 35, the feel of the parties has been better.  The younger guys who’ve come have been more sophisticated; no more walking around with that “deer in the headlights” look or asking a lot of questions.  I think the older guys are more comfortable, too.

The TCH brand is sanctuary.  This is the place to forget your worries for a few hours, to de-stress, to stop having to negotiate the day.

It’s all about the vibe, man.

I used to be a high school English teacher.  It just takes one student walking in with a late pass to change the dynamic of the group.  Takes some maneuvering to get the class back on track. 

A sex party can change, too, with enough guys.  If “Brian” has a prissy attitude, arms folded and eyes given to rolling, someone’s going to pick up on it and pass it along in some way.  Then, say, “Alan” joins the party with a big smile, bringing his joie de vivre into the mix.  He may become the proverbial straw that helps stir the drink.

I do look for a type at my parties; the type that’s fun and respectful of others, and who realizes that he’s actually the one responsible for his own good time.  I want a wholly masculine, grown up tone.  No less important is the “random factor.”  Guys whom I can picture as a cop or a dispatcher, a boss or his employee, an executive or the man who dumps his recycle pail.  That guy in I.T. who says Hello at the coffee machine.

As long as they’re real and as long as they don’t all look and act the same way.  Like some Twilight Zone episode. 

Or no change in temperature.


Some preliminary conclusions may be drawn regarding the astrological signs of partygoers.  Here’s the chronological list, for last night’s SIR party, of the guys by arrival time. They’re color coded by earth, water, fire, air. Note any patterns?

Sc
V
V
Sc
Sc
Ar
Ar
Can
Can
G
V
V
P
P
P
Sa
P
Sc
Li
Li
Ar
T
Le
T
T
G
Sa
P
V
Ar
P
V
Sc