Neil the Erotic Hypnotist on Vice!

In case anyone missed it, Brian Moylan wrote an article for Vice about Neil the Erotic Hypnotist. He goes into a lot of detail about the whole process of being hypnotized and the effect it had on him:

I don't know if I can adequately explain the sensation, but it's like my dick split open and released a million rays of sunshine all over my body. Apparently Neil's suggestions not only allowed me to be controlled in innocuous ways but also intensified my horniness and made the pleasure last longer and be more intense. That's never a bad suggestion. It was like an orgasm, but I was nowhere close to shooting. It was just like a Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally, where it just kept going and going and getting better and better and it felt so good and so foreign that I never knew if it was going to end, like I could feel that way forever. Strangely, it was almost non-sexual. As if the feelings were completely devoid from the act I was performing on my body, something from some part of a libido I never knew I had. This wasn't about getting off, it was just about an unbridled pleasure that felt like it would either drive me mad or split my brain in half.

Finally I shot. A lot. More than I have in a long time, making a mess all over a small black end table. After, I was still awash in the glow, almost dizzy—no, giddy—with enjoyment. "Wow," doesn't even come close to describing it. I've been in all sorts of dirty situations from here to Greece and back again, and that was the best orgasm of my life. Maybe it was because, as I said, the experience was somehow non-sexual. It was somehow clean. It was purely hedonistic in a way, controlled by the hypnosis, but entirely unfettered. I had to sit down.

Check out the article at:

Vice: Erotic Hypnosis Gave Me the Most Intense Orgasm of My Life

and Neil's website, Erotic-Hypno.com

Things You Can't Do When You're In New York (Part 1)

Sing along to country music alone in your car at while driving across town at midnight to buy more mixers and breakfast on a Monday night.

Experience

Sometimes I don't realize the impression I'm capable of leaving on people when I tell them about experiences I've had and things I've seen. At 24 years old, it's easy to still feel like a kid in the gay world, especially if you're like me and run in circles that include mostly people who are five, 10, or 20+ years older than me. I usually don't get along with gay guys who are my age or younger, so I rarely associate with them. I spent most of my years since turning 18 being showed around gay scenes, clubs, venues, communities. I was new, and I guess that mindset kind of stuck with me. But six years have gone by since that all began. I tend to forget how long I've been around, and that none of these things are new anymore.

I just got back a few days ago from my third MAL. I have an acquaintance who I chat with on Scruff who has been asking me questions nonstop. We have an interesting tradeoff. He's older and I ask him questions about business and real estate. In response, he asks me about leather, BDSM, protocol, and things like that. It seems funny to me because I know people myself who I would consider to be experts on these things - like Sparky or Ruff. But it occurs to me suddenly that I've been doing this stuff for five years now, and I have a better idea than most gay men of how it all works. It's strange to think that even though I consider myself inexperienced and have others I look up to, there are a lot of people who see me the same way. I guess these are things to consider when working on this blog.

MAL 2012 This Weekend!

I'm going to DC this weekend for Mid-Atlantic Leather Weekend 2012. It's going to be my third year going and I've been in desperate need of a kink vacation after the past few weeks that I've had.I've written about the fun I've had in previous years a few times before, and I'm expecting this year to equal or exceed the last ones. Who else is going?

Message From One of My Neighbors

"You live in my town now? Good, when I find you I am going to fuck your ugky fucking trash bag face up you piece of shit queen. Believe me, I am mean and I cant wait to take it out on your face. Write about that."

My stalker from six years ago seems to also be in Manhattan now.

In Which I Get Physically Threatened at Stonewall

I went to a party at Stonewall in the West Village tonight. There were a lot of good people there, but at Stonewall parties there's always an uneven mix of regulars who are usually unfriendly and tourists, along with people who are there for parties. The coat check was unstaffed so people were just bringing their coats up to the party and me and my friends left ours on a chair by the bar. Later on, as we were getting ready to leave, we found that my coat was missing.

As we tried looking around the area, this big guy, at least 6'1, who won't get out of the way starts making comments mocking us for looking. So I said to him, "Excuse me, we're just trying to find my coat, someone took it." The guy and his female friend start screaming at us and making a scene. After several tries, I get the attention of the bartender. I tell him my coat is missing, and meanwhile the guy is still screaming. The bartender says there's nothing he can do and I see that the big guy is glaring at me, a few seats down. He starts saying "You don't wanna fuck with me." So I say to the bartender, I don't know what's going on but do you hear this? I'm just trying to find my coat and this guy is physically threatening me. Do you hear that?" He obviously could hear him. Other people could too. I may lift weights but I'm 5'6 and I'm not a very physically intimidating guy.

The bartender says, "I know, but there's nothing I can do. He's a regular."

I said, "Are you serious? He won't let me look over there and he's saying he wants to fight me now."

He repeats again, "I know, but there's nothing I can do because he's a regular."

So at that point I leave because I'm not feeling safe any more. The guy watches me the whole time I'm leaving the second floor and looking like he might get up and follow. I go downstairs to the girl working the front door. I tell her I want to report an incident from upstairs and mention that my coat's been stolen and there's a huge guy who's threatening me and wants to fight. I keep saying to her, "I'm not a big guy, do I look like I want trouble? I just wanted to look for my coat and this guy started threatening me."

She says, "Well unless he does something, we can't kick him out."

I say, "My friends are still up there and they're trying to look. I'm worried about their safety. He might try to fight them."

She says, "Well there's nothing I can do. If he hits someone the bartender will kick him out. You should have checked your coat."

And I say, "I couldn't check my coat. There's no one working your coat check."

And she says she wasn't aware of that. I repeat everything I've said, hoping that I can get her to do something about the guy, but she just keeps saying, "Well there's nothing I can do about that."

My experiences with the Stonewall staff had been sub-par before, but this was ridiculous. So I told her I was leaving because I didn't feel safe at her bar (which I should add DOES have a history of violent incidents in recent years). She seemed somewhat indifferent to it. It occurred to me that I should have suggested to her that I call the police. So I just left and walked home with no jacket.

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Zuccotti Park, Manhattan, NY

T-Shirts

For a while I was thinking about making t-shirts with the name of this site on them. I think it would make a good shirt, something with the words "Break the Twink" on it. I know I would enjoy wearing it. But I'm no good at designing things so I never did it. And then I moved to New York and this whole site seemed to die down. Consequently, I'm not sure that there are many people left who would be interested in wearing one, but I feel like that would make it a better shirt. Maybe I'll reconsider it.

These are the kinds of things you think about when you're sitting around clicking reload on the Apple store website so you can order your god damn iPhone 4S. (15 minutes until Midnight in Cupertino!)