On the street where i live

Hark at me, one minute i'm posting nothing but text. Next i'm uploading video.
Don't get too excited, i'm bored and have nothing to do tonight.
Anyways I thought i would write a little more about the area that i live in. It helps fill in a few gaps for anyone reading this blog on a regular basis.
Thankfully BBC News kindly helped me out by doing a piece on Oldham last night.
My parents where horrified by it. But most of my friends found it hilarious, especially the Council approved way of having a drink at the end.
If you look really carefully it's possible you may in fact see me in the background somewhere staggering about.

The place has changed a bit over the years. My Mum and Dad just want it to be like it was 30 years ago.
Please god no !.

The first time

Nothing of any relevence happened today so i think i'll just write any old crap, fill in some detail about my life for anyone who reads on a regular basis. I must do that more often in fact. It's better than posting that my kettle broke or what i had for lunch today.

When i was a kid i saw a cowboy film with Red Indians in it. They were all naked from the waist upwards and something inside me stirred to make me feel all funny and curious, i didn't know why at the time but it seemed exciting and strange.

For a short while i had a thing about cowboy movies until i realised that not all of them had half naked Indians in them, and worse still some were actually more about the cowboys. Last night there was a John Wayne film on telly and in it were those same Indians i remembered. All topless and running around waving tomahawks.

It didn't make me want to knock on off whilst watching or anything like that, but isn't it weird how something so innocent can take you back to your childhood ?. It also reminded me how as you grow older and experience more things sexually, stuff that would once blow your mind suddenly becomes normal, and you need something else to get that same kick.

The first porn film i saw, then the first gay porn film, the first time i went into a gay bar, the first time i kissed a boy, my first sexual experience. the first time i felt my skin against someone else's.

It's still fun and exciting, but not quite as euphoric is it ?. The first time is always the best. you just don't realise it till the second time.