Every now and then, I like to indulge myself – be it with a “little something, something” or even something bigger. The guys from UNINDECENT make me an offer I can clearly not refuse. 8 inch cock made of Ghanian dark chocolate filled with… Whatever my hungry for sugar body is craving. The liquid, smoothly dripping fondant that comes out of the head as a creamy surprise may include fresh mint, Valencia oranges, Williams pear, Mozart liqeur, Cointreau or Irish coffee.

The black cock is made in Barcelona, Spain in the Chocolate Factory workshop and promisses an unforgettable experience of pure chocolate ecstasy. However, any attempt to play with it and put it in places where you usually would, may make things messy. Unless it’s your mouth and you deepthroat it.

The cock comes in a specially engineered self-regulating temperature container that will keep it hard on the outside and creamy on the inside.

The 8 inch cock is available for purchase here.

]]> http://www.gratefulgrapefruit.com/2012/05/09/8-inches/feed/ 0 http://www.gratefulgrapefruit.com/2012/05/08/boys-berlin/ http://www.gratefulgrapefruit.com/2012/05/08/boys-berlin/#comments Tue, 08 May 2012 15:58:54 +0000 Christo http://www.gratefulgrapefruit.com/?p=10282

You’re never alone in Berlin. Some can say the city is your date, but actually the city is full of so many dates that most times you get confused or simply overbooked. Tall, short, ripped or bearish; blond, dark or ginger; Mediterranean, American or Eastern European – because everyone is so convinced that Berlin is the new place to be, you always have the choice. It feels like a tidal wave of cocks hits Berlin every day.

When you are single and live in Berlin, there is no end to the ways you can fill your day in case you’re not working from 9 to 5 (like most of the people here). Museums, parks, galleries, 5 perfect “third wave” coffee places and infinite number of restaurants. But one of the most amazing things about living in a city like Berlin, is that time of year, when being single is the last thing you worry about.

Spring. The season of awakening, hormones and inexhaustible possibilities to meet someone – be it your best friend or a cute stranger. Spring is not just the season my hay fever reminds of its existence, but also the season of conferences, workshops and such – events attracting visitors from all over the world. So many tourists, I can take only one at a time.

It all starts with Easter. The week is marked with different bear and fetish events, however none of them is really my cup of party. Sometimes I think I went to the wrong city. Go to Berlin and have the party of your life! Contrary to the custom, I can count the parties I’ve attended on my fingers. Of course networking invitations for Fashion Week and other store and magazine launches, etc. count rather as work than pleasure. In the middle of this spring sextravaganza is Berlin Web Week. It’s that one week when the city is filthy with cute nerdy boys looking for fun.

Unfortunately this past week my schedule wasn’t really devoted to the foreign horny nerds, so I was only looking at the menu on my phone a.k.a. I was checking out the guys on SCRUFF. Maybe come weekend I will have the chance to entertain some of those visitors. At the end of the day, I love Berlin and think it’s part of my commitment, to give tourists the best time possible.

Eventually, that’s why so many people have come and stayed in Berlin. Just like my friend Nathaniel, who flew in Tegel on a research grand and enjoyed his hookup with a former Mr. Gay Germany so much that he did everything possible to win one more year of scholarship. Now, I am not a big body fanatic, but for Nathanael, the perfect guy must also have the perfect body. That’s why he works out almost every day of the week and keeps trying to inspire me to do the same. “He had the most perfect body I have ever seen in my life” – was Nathaniel’s description of the night over coffee at KAFFEEMITTE. And yet, I am still asking myself, if body image was so important, why am I not having any problem finding a hookup? Are my standards so low or do I make up in wit what I lack in appearance? At least that’s what I like to think. Nonetheless, Nathaniel was bottoming for Mr. Gay Germany and nobody could top that.

Meanwhile, I was getting over an ugly breakup with a guy whom I desperately tried to fall in love with, but failed. Let me break this relationship down for you: pure passion and a couple of butterflies in the beginning, bad sex in the middle and numerous impatient attempts on his side to top me, followed by me ignoring him and ending it one day after Valentine’s day. Two days later I heard he fucked a guy at a sex party at KITKATCLUB on the day before I arrived back from holidays in Bulgaria. His “most reasonable” explanation for his actions appeared to be: “My relationship and my sexual life are two separate things to me.” That’s when I realized that I have been looking or asking for the wrong thing all along. I was so focused on finding a relationship, that love and caring and respect somehow slipped off my priority list. And still, I couldn’t help but wonder, if it was my wish and lust for relationship that attracted this guy, does it mean that I will be able to have relationships only with some freaks? I hope not.

However, this was before spring. Before the hormones, before the sweat and before the long nights, the warm air and humid stickiness. Time will tell, if I will enjoy those with anyone or a special someone. That was an unfortunate choice of words.

Image: finding berlin

Meet Simon.

]]> http://www.gratefulgrapefruit.com/2012/05/03/fur_11-simon/feed/ 0 http://www.gratefulgrapefruit.com/2012/05/03/cheer-up-in-london/ http://www.gratefulgrapefruit.com/2012/05/03/cheer-up-in-london/#comments Thu, 03 May 2012 17:06:36 +0000 will http://www.gratefulgrapefruit.com/?p=10258

It’s ok to feel sad in the city, especially when that city is London. Cloudy skies, grey buildings and mean (and lean) men might be bringing you down. Local or tourist, just follow these five steps and dry those eyes sailor, you’ll be fine:

Quit

Quit smoking, quit your job, quit Facebook, quit bad friends, quit fast food…go out and find your zen. Take up yoga, salsa, Spanish or sailing and keep busy.

Realise that it could be worse:

Face it, you’re in London. There are far worse places to be in the world, such as Paris, where the bill for a distinctly average coffee will have you shouting out oh la la or where you’ll be in constant fear of being mugged. Celebrate being in England with a civilised pub lunch or walk along the Thames, pretending you’re in a film/bad TV show.

Shop 

The benefits of retail therapy are evident: you won’t just feel better but you’ll look it. Strutting through Covent Garden, Portobello or the hallowed halls of Selfridges is the perfect way to erase those blues. N.B. Avoid debt though, it probably won’t help.

Shave

Use your time of sadness and self-indulgence to shave whichever body parts you see fit. Look good and feel swell with a £7 haircut on the Tottenham Court Road or shave from home in the comfort of your own bathroom. Light some candles and unwind to London’s Gaydar radio before following the next step.

Dance like it’s 1983

Get trashy in Soho. Follow Time Out’s helpful guide to gay nights in Soho and sweat out your stress. If you’re a fan of 90s classics and cheap drinks, you’ll most likely end up at G-A-Y Late bar, which can be quite depressing at times.

Have you met Jimmy? He’s been around for about 4 issues now and doesn’t plan on going anywhere. JIMMY is one of a few zines from LA focusing on queer culture while stroking a hairy chest. The zine’s creators Jimmy (quite egocentric to call the zine after yourself, don’t you think?) and Brent Freaney. After they reached out to me and I initially fell in love with their idea, we had a chat about masculinity and the smell of paper.

JIMMY in a single sentence: 

B: JIMMY is an independent publication made by a small group of thoughtful queer men who live east of Vermont Blvd. in Los Angeles.

J: A queer zine with beard appeal.

Why did you start publishing JIMMY?

J: All the great queer zines come out New York, San Francisco, or Berlin. Only a few were being made in Los Angeles, but it’s good here in L.A. and people should know it.

The best part of working on a print product?

B: It’s nice to work on something that will exist only in real life, in someone’s personal space.  It’s tangible.  The idea is old as shit…you get to hold it, you get to feel it, and it becomes a visceral experience that you can’t really get through the internet. Unless you’ve found yourself in a Grace Jones YouTube K-Hole… that’s kinda visceral.

J: Print is forever. OK if not forever, at least you keep it around longer then a blog post you’d never go back to. I totally enjoy collecting independently published things. There’s a certain love that goes into them. Pulling a zine I’ve had for years off the shelf and revisiting it feels almost as good as getting it in the mail and pouring over it for the first time.

What makes JIMMY distinguishable from other queer zines?

J: JIMMY is about Los Angeles. It doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s equal part sexy and sweet. B: I think we try to make JIMMY a little more adorable than other queer zines.  We get the raunch factor in there, sure, but we also try to focus on day-to-day lives of queer men in the community we live in…  We want to showcase the work of men that you want to husband.

Do homos actually need another queer zine?

B: Yes Yes Yes!  If not for anything more than satisfying some weird obsessive compulsion so many homos have to meticulously collect the weirdest shit.

J: YES. We homos are always sifting through media for any golden gay nuggets we can find. For me, coming across a new queer zine is like hitting the jackpot.

What defines masculinity for you?

B: A hairy chest

J: Like any good performance it comes with its own props. Mostly body hair and bravado. I’m seriously turned on by masculinity, but don’t underestimate how sexy a beautiful, nelly boy can be.

Would you buy or mock a gay wedding magazine?

J: To each his own, but I’d probably mock. My parents are happily still together, but I think, for the most part, getting straight married is dysfunctional. Why would would the gays wanna do that to ourselves. I’m all for having the right to marry, but I don’t need a magazine selling me petit fours and matching white tuxedos.

B: I don’t know if I would mock a gay wedding magazine (I hate all the print work that goes into Wedding things), but I would for sure buy one.  Are you kidding?  I’ve been trying to be married since I was 14. Shit, maybe I don’t need the magazine, I already have it all picked out (including denim kimonos please and thank you)

What newspapers or magazines are you subscribed to?

J: New York Times and Radical Faerie Digest B: I get Monocle monthly, Fantastic Man and McSweeney’s quarterly.

What are three things printed matter can’t live without?

B: I have a collection of all my boarding passes I keep really close to me, old 30′s books for design inspiration, and Darrin Klein’s Box of Books.

J: I agree with Brent, my passport is definitely one. You’d think in our digital world they’d be relics by now, but it’s still so satisfying to get a stamp in that printed book. I also love my collection of “The Male Figure” physique magazines from the 1950s. And every time AA Bronson personally gives me one of his zines I feel like the luckiest boy in the world.

What project have you planned in the near future?

B: Issue 5′s up next and then it’s on to some other one-offs that we have up our sleeve…  small quantities, super special, etc.

J: Yeah we’re working on Issue No. 5 and a couple other limited edition print projects. Oh and we might be silk screening speedos for this pool party called Summertramp so keep your eye out for a banana hammock with our name on it.

“These are Polaroid pictures run through a partially broken SX-70 camera that I purchased from a yard sale. The camera sometimes spills out 2 pictures at a time and the film often gets stuck in the gears, exposing and mangling the images in unpredictable ways. Over time I’ve figured out how to control and accentuate aspects of the camera’s flaws but the images themselves are always a surprise. Each one is determined by the idiosyncrasies of the film and the camera.”

Friday night saw my first ever visit to the Guggenheim Museum in NYC. The head honcho museum that spans worldwide in Venice, Bilbao, Berlin, and Abu Dhabi. Showing was a retrospective of recently deceased sculptor John Chamberlin that I was able to privately view that night. The rotunda featured his many sculptures consisting of recycled car parts. The main event for me however were two of my favorite contemporary drone artists Julianna Barwick and Grouper (solo project of Portland, OR musician Liz Harris) playing their material as a collaboration with the current exhibition.

Julianna was quiet banter wise and somewhat aloof of the audience in front of her. That didn’t, however, stop her from delivering a truly angelic set with her beautifully looped samples of her church choir voice layered on top of simplistic beats. She had a fitting video of overlaid shots of forrest being projected behind her giving an ideal representation of the location she wants her music to bring you. I could pick out songs from her recent album “The Magic Place” with songs such as “Prizewinning” and others.

Next up was Grouper who played her newly finished project Violet Replacement which consisted of multiple tape recordings of field sounds lead into a large mixer with tons of reverb. She sat quietly on the stage for the entirety of the set, and the crowd followed suit. The product of these tapes was insanely unearthly sounding and dark and had me with my head behind my legs with my eyes clothes for the majority of the time.

I love natural acoustics and the rotunda’s atrium allowed for the sound to travel and naturally reverberate against the walls of the museum. I was a little disappointed that the museum had closed off the rotunda during the set, as no one was allowed to leave the bottom floor once the music started. Sitting to drone music is hard and it can make you sleepy (especially after those drinks at the Library on Ave A and generally walking all over Chinatown that day), and I really wished we were allowed to experience the current exhibition while taking in the music. Drone is such an inactive listening experience that it truly is heard better when you’re putting your mind towards something else like studying. Anyways, take a look at more of the breath taking photos as brought to you by BrooklynVegan‘s Amanda Hatfield

 Tumblr can be a major pain in the ass sometimes (don’t ask), but it can also lead to finding amazing acquaintances with artists from around the world. My friend Julio Torres is one such artist who comes from an unusual sector of the world. In the region of Baja California, Mexico lies the boarder city of Mexicali. There Julio is apart of an artist collective known as Mexicali Rose which serves as a nexus for artists, journalists, activists and the like for both sides of the boarder between Mexico and the US.

Julio’s work along with others from Mexicali Rose were chosen to be represented in SoHo gallery Aritsts Space. Here’s some more info on the group:

“Founded by Mexicali-born filmmaker Marco Vera in 2007 as an audio-visual workshop for neighborhood kids in border-adjacent Pueblo Nuevo, the workshop quickly expanded to include craft and trade classes, a community gallery exhibiting the work of local and international artists, a cinema club that showcases the work of Mexican and foreign filmmakers, and a radio station formed to provide a free and uncensored platform for local youth.” -Artist Space

It makes me really happy that a NYC gallery would take such a prolific yet seemingly unknown local art center and put their work on display. I was so happy to see that Julio would have things on display so I ran on downtown to SoHo to check it out. Julio’s work along with a few others represented the underlying but still very vibrant queer culture that exists within Mexico.

Check out more from the show’s pamphlet and if you’re in NYC go check it out! It’s open until May 27th.

Last night I watched an excellent lecture (twice! first watched, then went to bed last night listening just to the audio) by London artist James Bridle. The, title as he explains, does have a reference to Rhianna, even though he messed up the wording a little bit. Here he talks about fascinating ideas of coded spaces, bot intimacy, gay cyber cruising, and the German made up word: Straßeblickfernweh or “street view wanderlust”. He also explains his “ship a drift” project. I was completely entranced by this lecture and I highly recommend it. This guy has easily made my “artists to keep a watch on” list.

He also has a Tumblr, which I had no idea I had been following for almost a couple of months now!

I personally know 3 women who would immediately strip to pose for Pascal Möhlmann. But that’s not the point.

Although you might think otherwise, Möhlmann doesn’t see his work as erotic and based on fetishes. He doesn’t see a narrative in there either. Pascal ended up living in Zürich after he met his now wife at a party in Basel some years ago. And just because the town was so small and provincial the couple decided to move to the city (as much as this could be said about Zürich)

His Gallery of Idiots catalogue includes the first 27 of all idiots in an ongoing speed painting project with the same name. However I’ve selected some of his earlier works that also capture the real essence of Möhlmann’s work, which focuses on egoism, selfless worship and male domination.