Oct 21, 2015
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Do you remember that radio contest a few years ago on 98.7 KISS FM? Well, I won it. I was the 98th caller and I won a trip back in time to have a date with a dead person. This was the prize for the radio contest.
Oct 19, 2015
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Pop music, with all of its overkill trends and subsequent backlashes, its phony sentiments and asinine narratives of emancipation through shopping, can quite often seem like the lowest common denominator of all art forms. Its habitual, vampiric mining of the underground for fresh blood to be diluted and sold on to wan tweenagers has left the reputation of our undeniably melodic friend tarnished, maligned as irrelevant, corporate white noise.
Oct 16, 2015
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So yeah, I once I once hooked up with a guy who pissed in my mouth. He told me to swallow as it came gushing down and furthermore, I wasn’t to let a drop drip out of my mouth. I didn’t do it to be submissive but because it gave my sexual partner pleasure. Which of course in turn turned me on. And I took pride in that. And I also took pride that I didn’t spill a single drop coming out of his blasting garden hose!
Oct 14, 2015
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Recently I craved a better understanding of a specific word, a curiosity sparks when a word tickles my fancy. The word that triggered my craving this time happened to be “sodomy”. I usually associate that word with sperm from antiquity and other classical vulgarities. What can I say? I’m a classy guy. And to still my craving for “sodomy”, I found relief in its etymology.
Oct 12, 2015
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October means many things for us in the northern hemisphere: sweater weather, people making played-out jokes about white girls’ coffee preferences and another season of American Horror Story. Although unsure of what the characters of AHS: Hotel will offer, we do know one thing; Nobody will bat an eye when we tell them we've inevitably begun swooning over some sadistic masochist played by our Man Crush of the Week: Evan Peters!
And who the hell am I? If you’ve been following the blog at all, you may have wondered out of which horny hole this perverted punk has stepped. I won’t reveal too much – a bit of mystery is sexy, right? But a few things may be in order.
First, I was born in that part of the world that most people think is actually Canada, but it’s not. I was born in Alaska. Who would have thought that place could produce more than oil and Sarah Palin – two decidedly unsexy things.
Second, I’m no stranger to sex on screen. I appeared in two arty porn films with DVD releases: one in San Francisco and one here in Berlin. There may be other footage of me out there, but if so, I don’t know where. And yup, I moved to Berlin from gay ol’ San Francisco, where I learned to be a proper fag and how to be a writer all at the same time.
There’s more from San Francisco coming your way via Dandy Dicks, so stay tuned.
But I left San Francisco. And took my heart with me. Five years now in Berlin and I can’t think of a better place to be. I’ve been making it here as a writer ever since and I’m happy to report there’s no going back.
I think I’ve given you enough of the basics. More you’ll just have to find out either through this blog or a little Google. But I hope with that you stick around Dandy Dicks – for this blog and of course, the boys!
Walter Crasshole