Showing posts with label Eye Candy Reports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eye Candy Reports. Show all posts

Monday, December 29, 2008

BANNED from YouTube: Nude Male Celebs


On September 1, 2008, I released the ABOVE POSTED Video. Within a two hour Time-Span, the compilation had garnered 766 Hits, and was ABRUPTLY snatched from YouTube. I was advised that the content VIOLATED the Terms and Services of YouTube's Rules and Regulations regarding Images and 'Appropriate' material.

BLAH!

Maybe the fact that Omar Epps, Taye Diggs, Terrance Howard, Marcus Patrick, David Beckam and Seth Gilliam are all NUDE in the Video, contributed to the Prude Pull of My Project.

Nevertheless, since it is the END of 2008, and Im sort of WRAPPING UP the year, Ive decided to SHARE these rarely-seen Videos with ALL of My Socialites & Celeb.U.Tantes.

I DO, indeed, HOPE you ENJOY Will Smith's BUTT, Brody Jenner's PENIS and Chace Crawford's CHEST.

Meanwhile, I had NO IDEA that Mario's Body was so CUT, or that the Cast of Grey's Anatomy had such Plump Cakes. Pass Me a Slice...of Each.

YUMMERS!

COMING SOON:
The New XEM VANADAMS WebSite
[Leaving BlogSpot]
also
The 2009 Xem VanAdams Premiere YouTube Video

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Xem's Lil Xmas Elves...

Good Xmas Morning
SOCIALITES & CELEB.U.TANTES
We have decided to employ 15 Helpers Today to Aid in carrying gifts, loading food into the car, participating in MistleToe Games, and attending the Hippo NightClub tonight here in Baltimore, Maryland.
Santa took the Bois who have been NICE all year long. We gathered the NAUGHTY....










The NAUGHTIEST


Good Xmas Nite...

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sports & Locker Room Sunday

IAN'S DRY SPOT
written by Xem VanAdams
September, 2003
[UnEdited. UnCut.]

Ian was only 5'9, but his thick chest and horse shoe, arched thighs were cut like smooth pieces of mahagony brown fire wood. He had dark, curly hair, two penny round dimples, thin cut side burns, and long, thread-like eye lashes. He had pretty boy looks, but the sexiest, mandingo, Valley-thug bravado in our entire senior class at North Palisades Senior High School. His voice was deep like a dry, Saharan ditch, and he had the attitude of a fighting bull when he was leading our school football team to yet another statewide championship. He aint take no shit off of nobody. Afterall, he had a 3.6 GPA, his father was the top nuerosurgeon on the West Coast, and every football scout from the major, Division 1 schools across the country were courting Ian to start in their Fall, opening lineups. Ian lived the good life. He drove a classic, Red, 1962, Porsche Roadster, and never let anyone ride shot gun. The front seat was set in place to cushion his gym bag and prize, Dan Marino ,autographed football. Ian's family had a lot of money saved and invested, but he didn't dress the part. Everyday, Ian would wear a pair of loose fitting gray sweats, a tight, white, wife beater, and a pair of fresh, butter tims. I use to stand at the top of the second floor hallway every morning just to watch Ian walk down to his locker alongside his power plunging teammates. Ian's wife beater would cling to his chest like a hot steam engine. I could see Ian's nipples bulging through his top like two brown fingertips reaching out to be touched. Ian would carry his black, athletic bag in one hand, and his muddy, pig skin football in the other. He and the other football players had a 7 o'clock, mandatory workout with the coach each and every morning before the first bell wrang. The sweat from running up and down the testosterone cutting football field would pour from Ian's forehead, straight down to the crevis of his neck. Ian's gray sweats hung low, almost directly under his thick, brownie, banana-nut butter ass cheeks. As he walked, I could see his ass thrusting beneath the top of his crisp, white boxers; especially since his waistline was soggy and damp with beads of dirt & grass stains.
Every morning, between the final call time of their morning workouts and the sounding of the first period bell, the football team had exactly twenty minutes to shower and change their clothes. I knew for a fact that Ian showered every morning with the team because he always walked into our first period History class smelling like fresh baby powder and genuine clean, Cool Water cologne. Pebbles of water would still be dripping from the ends of Ian's dark curls, and sometimes he would have tiny mounds of soap foam still drying on the lobes of his tiny, pretzel ears. It was always so cute how Ian's arms and hands would still be so ashy from the rough, sages of water that blasted from the shower room stalls. The first thing that Ian would do before opening his textbook is that he would pull out a small, travel size bottle of pink, baby lotion, and he would lather it in his palms before smoothing it out onto his skin. My dick would bulge like a fire hose everytime a drop of lotion would ooze down the side of Ian's lotion bottle, and he would catch it on his middle fingertip before pulsating the drop over one of his dry spots. I was tired of teasing myself by laying in my bed at night and simply pretending to be a fly on the Men's Locker Room walls. What I wanted, and what I needed was to catch only a glimpse of Ian's naked, sex stabbing body, standing wet amongst the backdrops of weathering steam, and masculine, brute company. I wanted to pretend, if only for a second, that Ian could be more than the man of my teenage desires. I had to see him and smell him in the essence of his thuggish, school boy, all- star charm.
As the team piled into the locker room one by one, each carrying their gym bags and towels draped across their shoulders, I nervously paced up and down the hall until it was clear of the other students. Today was going to be the day that made high school worth the four years of hiding my sexuality. After number 42, Charles Weston, entered the big,swinging, green and brown doors, I plunged my way behind him. My heart was beating faster than Ian's rapid speed on the grassy terf. I could feel every pound and blood vessle streaming inside of my body. I didn't know what to do now that I was through the first layer of swinging doors, and I certainly didn't know what I was going to do if I got caught. I stood in the corner of the Locker Room foyer for a couple of seconds as I tried to calm myself. I was torn between getting my ass kicked by 26 muscle bound football studs, and kicking my own ass for being this close to Ian's naked flesh and turning around to walk the other way.
As I heard locker doors slam shut, and streams of water hitting the hardwood floors, I knew that I had come too far to turn back now. My plan was to walk straight toward my old gym locker and pretend as if I had to get something important out of it. I didn't know if there would be a new lock on old number 126, but I didn't care. To see everything that I had come this far to see, I was willing to do just about anything. I could pretend that my locker is stuck, and that I couldn't get it open. Either way, I only had to get my glimpse of Ian. I counted to ten in my head, and stormed my way into the Locker Room as if I were the new team quarterback. The room was filled with thick, lines of white steam and forest fire smoke. I could hear the loud antics of horseplay and drum thumping voices echoing from every direction. The walls were sweating testosterone. My dick was dripping cum as every loin inside my droors plunged upward. I immediately walked to my old locker,number 126. The lock was still on it, but of course I didn't know the combination anymore. As I played with the dial of the lock, pretending that it was Ian's rock hard nipples, I began to let my eyes wonder the room. My locker stood parallel to the entrance way of the shower room. I could see just about everything. I was on the verge of physical combustion. I could not believe where I was now standing, and what I was finally doing.
As I stood at the locker, fondling with the lock, stallion after stallion walked passed me; dicks slinging, ass' thrusting, muscles pulsating, and water justa' drippin'. All of the white boys were walking towards the shower room already. Many of them weren't too cute, but their bodies were. To my surprise, a few of them had pretty nice size pieces. They didn't even pay me any mind as I held my head downward to allow my eyes to mentally capture their naked bulges that never seemed to pierce through their khaki cargo pants when I checked for them in the halls. OH MY GOD!!! As I turned away from the shower room to adjust the thick wood that was growing in my own cargo pants, Ian walks into the same aisle of lockers that I'm standing at the end of.
Ian catches me as I'm caught in a deep, sex savvy stare at his entire being. He smiles quickly exposing those adorable, penny round dimples of his that I'm so in love with. He says," Can't get that locker door open my man?" I didn't know what the fuck to say? I quickly looked away from him and started jumbling the lock again."Nah, I can't. This shit fucks with me everyday", I said. Ian opens his locker after banging at the door once and says to me, "Just keep juggling it. It usually gives way after you tug it a few times." He had absolutely no idea just how many times I've tugged at my dick, thinking about him, giving way to a palm full of nut everytime I would bust. Just then, Ian begins to undress. I had to watch.
Charles comes around the corner yelling to Ian about a change in the play book that coach wanted to remind the team about. As Charles is talking to Ian, and the two of them are trading off football play suggestions, Ian begins to casually strip off everything. His shoes were already off when he first entered the aisle of lockers that I'm standing in. He had already placed those on the top shelf. As Ian took off his whife beater, it wripped. It tore off of his muscles like a wet newspaper being unwrapped from a hard, glass vase. One line of sweat trickled down the spine of Ian's back and landed at the tip of his waistline. Then, Ian tossed the shirt inside of his bag, and slowly pulled his gray sweats down as he bent over, still chattin' it up with Charles. I was about to bust. Not even two seconds later, Ian turns toward his locker, throwing his sweats inside of it, and pulls down his white boxers. Ian's dick was the size of a five pound sledge hammer with a huge, mushroom shaped clamp at the tip of it. His balls hung like two chocolate covered candle apples on a stick. His ass was phat and bubbly like a thick, mud pie cut in half, and I wanted to stick my tongue between it.
Ian grabbed a towel out of his bag, shut his locker door, and told Charles that they would continue their conversation after he got out of the shower. Ian came walking towards where I was standing, and stopped in front of me.Just then he says,"If you want me to help you tug that, meet me at my car after I get out of football practice this afternoon." He grins, pats me on my ass, letting his middle finger rub the crack, and he walks away. I knew I couldn't hold it back any longer. My nut erupted inside the warmth of the patches of my pants, and I just clutched the lock as hard as I could. I knew then that Ian would be able to have me in any way, shape or form that he wanted to. I would now be the one to help him spread that baby lotion all over those hard to reach, dry spots. My high school years would be complete.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

HE Should NOT Be Your ENTIRE World...

One of the WORST mistakes that I EVER made in my life, was Falling-In-Love and spending 80% of My Life with that Individual. I DONT REGRET Falling In Love. I DO, However, REGRET NOT spending SIGNIFICANT, QUALITY Time with ANYONE Other than HIM.

For FOUR years of my life, circa 2001-2005, I practically IGNORED the existence of My LifeLong Friends, and even my Family, to certain degrees. Its a COMMON MISTAKE made by MANY while they're still YOUNG. However, its a MISTAKE that can not only CO$T you the Ones who LOVE you Most, but ULTIMATELY, it can CO$T you, YOURSELF.

One IMPORTANT LESSON I LEARNED, if nothing more between 2005 and Present, is that MY FRIENDS and MY FAMILY are the STRONGEST and Most SINCERE Support System that I Have. People SAY it ALL-of-The-Time, but in my instance, TRUTH rings Loudly. In turn, I AM the ONLY Soul who KNOWS and UNDERSTANDS My Spirit, BETTER than Anyone other than the Creator.
When we involve ourselves in relationships where EVERYONE is Shut Out of our lives, aside from the Individual we're sleeping with, we are CUTTING OFF a SUPREME Filter. One can NOT breathe Fresh Air shut away from those who have breathed Life into their existence.

Its SAD that during 2005 and 2006, under great circumstances, I had to ReLearn what Life was TRULY about, living as a Single Man, surrounded by a World that is just as Open and Free as the Wind that Pushes us along Life's journey. I had to TRY and REMEMBER what it was to exist as XEM, without Friday Night Dates, Couch Cuddling Sessions, Long Car Rides for No Reason, and Holiday Shopping for 'That SPECIAL One'. INSTEAD, what I did, as OPPOSE to REPLACING those times, altogether, is that I began to participate in those SAME activities with My Friends, My Family and By My Damn SELF.

It's DIFFICULT to NOT involve someone you're 'In-Love' with into EVERY ASPECT of your life. It's HEALTHY, actually, to involve your Partner/Boyfriend/Husband/Lover/Girlfriend/Wife into the Social, Personal, Romantic and sometimes, Business layers of your daily existence. HOWEVER, its ALSO IMPORTANT to carve out a section of LIFE that is solely based upon your INDIVIDUAL Growth, Maturation and Space....To BE.

It is UNHEALTHY to All-of-a-Sudden abstain from participating in activities, events, and extra curriculars that existed in your Life BEFORE you embarked upon a NEW relationship. It feels comfortable and cozy to be In-Love and to have a Special Someone. Just REMEMBER that at ALL times, You WANT TO BE PREPARED TO STAND ON YOUR OWN TWO FEET If the Unfortunate DOES present itself. Accordingly, you want to have maintained on-going relationships with EVERYONE who has always meant so MUCH to you, for they may end up being the Shoulders upon which you rest, during the initial period of Break-Up SORROW.

The 'Love of Your Life' should be a Major PART of Your Life. He nor She should EVER be sanctioned as Your ENTIRE Life.

SPEAKING FROM XPERIENCE
Xem VanAdams

Friday, October 24, 2008

Too Cute To Be GAY?...What A Waste.

The Good, 'Fine' Ones are either Married or GAY?
Im Sure You've OverHeard Sheila, Renee and Khadijah Gossiping about it...
How OFTEN do WOMEN sit amongst one another and Chatter about how 'ALL of the GOOD Men are TAKEN?'
How OFTEN do you Hear WOMEN sitting amongst one another, shaking their heads from Side-to-Side, making claims that certain men are 'Too Cute or Too Fine' to be Gay? HMPH!
I wasnt aware of the 'Fact' that Gay men were suppose to be unattractive and unappealing to the female population. I USE TO take it as a compliment when women who were first meeting me, would find out that Im Gay, and say, 'What a Shame. I had my eye on You.'
Now, as I get variations of that same verbal statement, I have to ask myself, what Shame? Gay Men in America are treated by Women, as either the BEST FRIEND, or the ARCH-ENEMY, of sorts. Some women have a DIFFICULT time accepting the notion that a Successful, Educated, Attractive, Cultured and Worldly man, can happily live his life alongside the likes of another man who holds the same level of alluring qualities. Somehow, it has become a universal falsehood that Gay men are extremely effiminate, ultra-sexual beings, who are all running around in Nightclubs and Bath Houses, fucking, getting high and contracting HIV in dark alley ways. Its 'Acceptable' when a man who may fit the stereotype is identified as being Gay. However, some women seem to find a sense of discomfort swallowing the pill that comes in the shape of a Tall, Dark and Handsome specimen who is just as Masculine and secure in himself, as that of his Boyfriend, Partner, Lover or Husband.
He's Too Cute to be Gay? Apparantly, women IGNORE the fact that a large percentage of men who they watch every night on Television, every weekend in Movie Theaters, and listen to every day on Radio Stations across the country, are closeted, GAY men. The sad notion, is the fact that these men are being trained by their agents, managers and publicists to maintain their discreet lifestyles, as to continue to APPEAL to their female fan-base. I think its Incredibly SAD that the Sexual Identity of men, is used as a measuring tool in determining their Masculinity and Appeal as a Male of Standard amongst mainstream society.
Too often, Ive heard women say, 'Well, If he is Gay, it would be such a Waste.'
While there are many women who embrace their Gay brothers, friends, stylists, co-workers and associates, there are Plenty others who despise the existence of Gay men and Gay couples, overall.
Gay men are NOT competing against women for the romantic and emotional connection of other men. An attractive Gay man can NOT 'Steal' a True, HeteroSexual man from the clutches of his woman. A Handsome, Intelligent, Successful man who is attracted to other men is far from being a waiste. In fact, he broadens the spectrum of 50% potential for lifelong unions amongst the Gay community. What some women DONT understand, is the SAME way they can look at an attractive Gay man and find him appealing, a Gay man can look at a woman, and find her just as appealing. The ONLY difference, is that a Gay man isnt plotting how long it will take him to sniff the panties, in comparison to their HeteroSexual counterparts. Gay men have the ability to still find women attractive in such a way that isnt Sexual or full of Lust.
The attraction can be innocent and flirtatious, and remain just as fun and inviting as a one night stand...without the morning after regrets.
He's Too Cute to be GAY? How about...He's Too Cute NOT to be...
LP!
[Lauging Profusely]


Saturday, October 18, 2008

David BeckHam & Chad White OUT

The OFFICIAL 2009 DAVID BECKHAM Calendar
Keeping The Temperatures HIGH All Year Long...


AOWW!
OUT Magazine
Presents
ICARUS

Starring The Industry Male Model Icon:
CHAD WHITE

Photographs by The Acclaimed:

Francois Rousseau

Check My Archives to see PREVIOUS POSTS of CHAD.

...Id be Reaching for The Cakes Too...



'Life Without Photographs are Moments that Never Happened'[August, 2007]

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Emerald Eye Candy

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Friday, September 19, 2008

Syrai Ocean: Young,Black & GAY in America

The Living Legacy
of
My SYRAI
[SeaJae Mugler]
Coming THIS Weekend:
The XCLUSIVE VIDEO Interview...

Syrai Speaks

to

Acclaimed Writer/Blogger/Filmmaker

XEM VanAdams-Lumumba

A New YouTube Video XCLUSIVE...

RAW. REAL. REFLECTIVE.


Syrai's Story about being...

YOUNG, BLACK & GAY in AMERICA

copyright(c)2008



ALL Photos SHOT-DIGITIZED & EDITED
by
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The Living Legacy Continues...



'Creation is Representation' [Xem; August 2008]

'Knowledge and Artistry ABOVE My own VANITY' [Xem; July 2008]

'Im Drenched in Love and Showered by Support'[Xem; April 2008]

'Life Without Photographs are Moments that Never Happened'[Xem; August, 2007]