I think Lili Von Shtupp put it best…  I’M TIRED! (and if you haven’t see this classic scene, click here to get filled in)

In the last 30 days, I’ve visited Chicago, Manhattan, Las Vegas, Dallas, LA (twice), Sydney (yes, Australia), Key West and Miami.  Just from that one month alone, I went mid-level elite in most frequent flier programs.  While the support crew at SAT has always known me, I’m now on a first-name basis with flight attendants and gate keepers at MIA and LAS, leaving me to wonder if I should be wearing this info as a badge of pride or the reason to commit myself to two weeks of immediate vacation.  If this trend of me not being able to say ‘no’ continues, I might end up topping myself (oooo, kinky) over last year’s record of 320,000 flown airline miles.

Yeah, I’m cringing slightly as I type that. Just thinking about spending that on the airlines gives me enough immediate stress to begin scheduling in more masturbation time.

Let me put in a quick plug for my Formspring Q&A page, where anyone can anonymously ask me anything they’re curious about.  So far, I’ve responded to over 400 questions, leaving me to wonder how much more people want to know about me (or if there’s anything left to answer).  While I still currently have about 5-8 questions in queue to get to, I encourage anyone out there to send in a query.  I’ve gotten everything from questions about my daily routine to my various sexcapades.  As I’ve said before, I’m an open book….  Formspring.me/BenNicholas

I did get a private question over email regarding my use of gay sex sites like Craigslist, Adam4Adam and ManHunt and if it’s something I’m on with frequency.  If there’s one thing I don’t have much of it’s indiscriminate sex.  I figure that if I’m putting myself at some risk in my escort life, it’s best if I don’t compound that risk with too many outside jollies.  Yes, I’ve explored the sites before, but I’ve never actively looked for sex, met with anyone offline or kept up profiles.  You can bet that anyone out there who says otherwise is full of shit or was dealing with someone using my pictures as their own.  Now, my experiences at places like Steamworks are famously detailed here and I’ve been nothing but honest about that.  I always play safe and expect my partners to as well.  While baths aren’t places I’m going much to anymore, as the scene has just gotten a little boring for me, they do serve a purpose for safe, clean fun.  There’s nothing I dislike more than people who paint their lives and mindset in black and white…  What makes life interesting is embracing all those intricate shades of grey.  Open your mind a little.  You might be surprised at what happens.

And speaking of Steamworks, while I was in Chicago a couple of weeks ago, I stopped in for a late-night (11pm) visit to see how recent renovations were going.  I had heard there were some nice changes to the locker and wet areas.  The club was slam-packed, but instead of it piquing my interest, it really ended up just being far too busy for my comfort level.  No rooms were available, leaving me to strip down into a locker and roam the hallways for a bit.  The locker redo is great, looking exactly like a ultra-modern version of a YMCA locker room, likely giving real pause to those with a jock/team sports fetish.  The wet areas have been totally redone in stainless steel and the steam room is now literally the size of a small house.  The whirlpool remains the crowning glory, going back into a cavernous, maze-like area, all while keeping you in perfectly clean, hot bubbling water.

I spent a little time in their gym upstairs, waiting to see if things would settle down, but quickly left.  Walking Steamworks can be fun, but now when you’re being trailed by 6 guys who stick closer to you than Secret Service agents.  Getting stalked is only fun when you don’t want there to be a restraining order involved.

Heading back to LA this week and into typically beautiful California weather: Mid-70s and the perfect weather for the vehicle I’ll be supplied with, a 2012 Mercedes SLS Roadster.  It’s perhaps one of the most beautiful cars I’ve had the privilege of driving and it’s my main mode of transport for the next five days.  If you see what appears to be a blond, muscular giraffe driving through Beverly Hills in a black Mercedes convertible, wave hello or just honk your horn.  *wink*

In the spirit of keeping current, I’ve updated my Google Image Gallery with all of my recent snapshots, muscle pics and travelogue images.  I’ve also been furiously Twittering, finally getting ahold of using hash tags.  For those interested in my daily musings and images from the road, I have a photoblog that I add to constantly.  With those three avenues, as well as the tried & true nature of 15MM, there’s absolutely no reason not to keep up with my somewhat insane, but always interesting life.

I’ll leave you, dear readers, with some of my newest snapshots.  Enjoy:

Let’s start this edition off discussing the near-constant internet yakkity-yak about money, time and everything that goes (and blows) along with it.  It amazes me that- for some guys- after being in the business for years, they still struggle to find their niche and, in return, cannot make the living they want/need/demand.  Blame is placed everywhere but on themselves.  It’s classic problem business behavior indicating an immediate change in strategy.

Rule of thumb: If you keep doing the same wrong thing again and again, always expecting a different result, you’re probably insane…  Or a likely running mate for Mitt Romney.  I’m sick to death of hearing about ‘the economy’ driving down business (it’s not), flakey time-wasters who email (escorts, learn from your mistakes the first time) and ad listing sites increasing their prices (laws of supply and demand hard at work).  It appears to me that those who complain the loudest are also those who seem to work the least, self-promote in odd or unappealing ways and don’t focus on the core basics that create a great, in-high-demand escort.

Simply put, complain less to work more. There’s nothing sexy about someone who moans like an old lady, nitpicking and sharing every seedy, low-rent detail of their unscheduled life.  If you have the time to rack up thousands of posts on a message center, then it’s obvious you’re doing little else with yourself.

Just off of a back-to-back trip to Manhattan and Las Vegas.  Two very fun, very different places, but it gave me a chance to catch up on what’s new on Broadway and explore some new nightlife options just off of the Strip.  Highly productive I’d say, especially since I ended up buying a life-size lamp in the shape of a horse (which I photoblogged about here).  I’ve determined I’m going to charge guests in my home to have a picture with it and attempt to recoup some cost.  Sometimes I wonder what I’m thinking when I buy things like this.  Aye.

Evita, End of the Rainbow and Nice Work If You Can Get It were on the Broadway agenda this trip.  I wanted to pick three good, but wholly different, shows.  The revival of Evita poached an Eva from the last revival production in London (Elena Roger), who I saw there six years ago in the role.  Ricky Martin is Che (I missed Mandy Patinkin) and Michael Cervais is Peron (he was brilliant).  Roger simply didn’t have the notes to make the role exciting and her accent continues to be thick enough to not understand some of what she’s singing.  While she does the seductive bit nicely, she cannot muster the power in either her vocals or acting choices to make an audience believe that Eva Peron wore the pants in that relationship and was a power-hungry, scheming bitch.  Martin was a ridiculously jubilant Che, keeping a happy-go-lucky vibe from the get go and never getting to the real meat in that written role.  He just seemed lost and instead of taking time to figure out his character, he just smiled like a pageant queen to the celeb-delirious audience.  Somehow, I wasn’t shocked.  Cervais was the only lead who understood his role.  He made great acting choices and, as per usual, his vocals were clear and powerful.

Martin got a standing ovation.  Broadway, in some ways, now saddens me.  The obligatory standing O is something you’d never see on the London stage.  After the performance, I had to pop in my headphones and listen to LuPone’s version to get that thin, reedy sound of Elena Roger out of my head.  It’s unfortunate they couldn’t find an Eva who could really bite into the music.  While I’m sure it will run for awhile, this isn’t a critically sound production.

Rainbow, starring Tracy Bennett, is a polarizing play for those who consider themselves fans of Judy Garland.  It involves the last 6 months of Garland’s life, in London, as she was prepping and presenting one of many comeback shows at Talk of the Town cabaret.  While the supporting actors (her gay pianist, her 6th husband to be) were merely window dressing within the script, Bennett’s transformation into Garland is downright eerie.  While her speaking voice wasn’t always spot-on Judy (she sounded more like a Hepburn), her mannerisms and total dedication to the act were superb.  You actually begin to forget you’re watching a performance at some points.  She really just disappears into it.  It’s horribly sad to see.  The best way I can describe the show is to compare it to a train wreck you can’t take your eyes off of.  There are moments of pure genius wrapped with an outer shell of something a bit seedier.  A little give, a little take.

Rainbow also features 10 Garland songs, sung live by Bennett and in the context of her performing at Talk of the Town.  This is truly where she shines, sounding exactly like Garland and having the vocal chops to do every number justice.  Her rendition of ‘Man That Got Away’ nearly blew the roof off of the Belasco.  She’s one talented lady.

Nice Work is a new book show with tinpan Gershwin standards inserted throughout.  Much like ‘Crazy For You’ some years back (another great tap dancing musical), Nice Work revolves around the tried and true ‘boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, boy loses girl, boy and girl reunite’ plot, leaving plenty of room for large production numbers, intricate sets and, most importantly, beautifully sung Gershwin classics.  Thankfully they didn’t over-orchestrate the show, leaving the show’s two stars, Matthew Broderick (The Producers) and Kelli O’Hara (South Pacific), a chance to put their own stamp on the material while still honoring the original creations.  For fans of Tony award winner Judy Kuhn (the original Carlotta in Broadway’s Phantom of the Opera), she has a supporting lead role in this show and gets to show off her considerable comedic talents.

The rest of NYC was typical, but fun: Spent a day going to old haunts on the Lower East and SoHo, cried a little over the closing of Totonnos Pizza, ate my way through Economy Candy (with a quick, calorie-laden stop at the minimalist new Laboratorio de Gelato), picked up my seemingly always non-functional watch from Chanel and generally spent as little time as possible in Times Square.  The older I get, the less I enjoy being shoulder to shoulder with really obnoxious tourists.  And what’s with everyone taking flash photos of their food now?  Does society really have this little amount of consideration left for others around them?  Yikes.

From there, I had a quick day at home and then back to Vegas, where I was booked in a suite at the nearly new Mandarin Oriental (in City Center).  I’ve been meaning to trip report this property since it opened, but the lure of the Wynn has kept me a loyal client.  It wasn’t until my last trip to Encore that I decided a change was needed:  Steve Wynn is turning his two properties into a cesspool of drunken stupidity, thanks mainly in part to opening two new clubs and adding a massive beach aimed at competing with the Hard Rock Rehab crowd.  What it’s inviting into the hotel is killing what makes the property a class act.  While Mandarin is a non-gaming hotel, at only 300 rooms, it’s truly a luxe boutique property in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.

From the Mercedes S600 pickup at McCarren (it’s their house car) to the personalized check-in inside of your room, the Mandarin brings service to a whole new level in Sin City.  While other properties promise luxury and don’t always follow through (that’s you I’m talking to SkyLofts at MGM), MO brings that true Asian service aesthetic of privacy, calm and attentiveness, without going over the top.  I especially liked the hot tea and warm towel at check-in, housekeeping who showed up when you wanted them to (and as often as you need them) and staff who somehow seemed to know your name from the moment you stepped inside.  They made it feel effortless and for that, I will call Mandarin Oriental my new favorite spot whenever I’m in Las Vegas.

Their rooms are done in rich earth tones, sporting total touchscreen tech control, natural light floor plans, dead-silent soundproofing and gigantic bathrooms.  It was my first stay at a Vegas hotel that made me feel I wasn’t in Vegas.  I had the insanity of the strip if I wanted it, but knew I could cocoon myself in the hotel as well.  It was perfection.

Click above pics for full-size versions.

The next month is what I’m calling ‘travel insanity,’ leading me to mainly rely on photoblog postings, twitter and private emails.  I’m happy to be booked solid, but it leaves me little time to sit and compose a full edition of 15mm.  I much appreciate those who are longtime readers, lurkers, stalkers (and your very obvious IP addresses), as well as the newbies who somehow stumbled onto this 9-year old labor of love.  While the scope of it has changed quite a bit over time, I hope the entertainment value has not.  If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this industry, it’s that you can move much more freely when you don’t have a spotlight on you all of the time.  I’ve quite enjoyed pulling back from the PR machine of ‘keeping my name out there’ and giving the internet something to chatter about.  Gossip is all well and good, but eventually, it’s a tiring thing attempting to keep in the loop.

It’s just as well, considering the state of affairs:  Everytime I see who’s new in the pipeline, I cringe, remembering the names and the very different work ethic of those who gave me my first shot (and tons of advice).  For the very small percentage of us that can call ourselves courtesans, there are far too many out there now who are practically just giving themselves away.  That’s unfortunate and shows a real lack of business sense.

Wishing everyone a most excellent April.  Stay tuned, as always,

A word of advice: If you’re in Miami (or, in my opinion, forced to be in that god-forsaken city where cup size and IQ seem interchangeable) and are looking for some nice digs, you will go dizzy from the array of ‘hip’ places to stay in South Beach.  Mind you, the design aesthetic at places like The Breakers or Gianni’s old death mask are drop dead gorgeous, that I can’t deny, but their level of service rivals the French prison system.  Honestly, I’ve been treated better by chlamydia.  My last visit to a South Beach hotel made me think that somehow Anne Frank didn’t have it so bad and that I could get used to an attic if the climate control was adequate.

That being said, I found my new holy grail of Miami hotels this past weekend.  While not located on Collins Ave, it’s on the bay and has spectacular views.  It’s the Beaux Arts, and yes, while it’s Marriott-owned, it’s also stunning.  It’s on the three top floors of the JW Marriott, incredibly quiet and designed with such stunning, clean beauty that I immediately wanted to live in the room and have all of mail immediately forwarded from San Antonio.  For those of you who have stayed at the MGM Grand Skylofts in Las Vegas, this room had some of that same Tony Chi aesthetic, but done with much higher-end materials.  Bang & Olufsen tech, touch-sensitive LED faucets, Molton Brown bath products, gilded Fleshjacks…  (okay, well maybe not THAT great.  Just making sure you’re still paying attention).  Bottom line: Skylofts was designed for yokels who only splurge once a year to think they’re Vegas whales.  Beaux Arts hides you away from the world in luxe digs and ensures every surface you see or touch is beautiful and top-quality.

The bummer about being in Miami right now is that it’s Winter Party week, attracting every Florida meth addict, as well as a contingent of gay men who haven’t gotten the memo that the circuit scene died sometime just after 1999.  Going to the Winter Party (or White Party, Black & Blue in Montreal, etc) is a lot like opening up a time capsule of collagen-deprived despair:  Every overly-tanned, 40-something ‘boy’ is doing his best to look as fit as possible, while completely negating health benefits by abusing enough drugs to make Keith Richards want to Friend Request them.  You soon realize why the music all sounds the same… Because no one’s sober enough to really give a fuck about quality. As long as the beat goes on (thanks Cher) and the lights keep strobing, these guys can continue to live out their fantasy that Studio 54 never really closed.

On a totally different note, I noticed that for the first time in a long while, I was named Coverboy of the Day on the M4M Review.  It’s always nice to be recognized for doing something that you really love and I’d like to give a quick shout of thanks to Daddy and his crew for the press.  It also bears mentioning the awesome review from Fosterchow, a man with such skill for writing that he literally has followers of his prose.  I remain, as always, impressed by his way with words.  He’s basically become my very own Emily Bronte… That is, if Emily Bronte wrote poetry about submission, getting duct taped to a wall and random acts of piss play in Wuthering Heights with Heathcliff.

Some housekeeping news:  I’ve added new images to the galleries and have been making a concerted effort to ‘tweet’ more often, trying also to more effectively use hashtags.  The photoblog continues to serve up a smart-ass storm of randomness from the road.  While I’ve slowed down a bit in daily answering on the Formspring Q&A, I do continue to get some great questions.  Always feel free to submit a question, as it continues to be a fun, free and anonymous way to get to know more about me.

As a last ditch effort- satisfying a final term of my community service- to ween some of you from the evil clutches of Bravo Television, I highly recommend The Hunger Games trilogy.  Yes, a book.  You remember what they look like, right?  I plowed through all three in two days flat, loved that the author didn’t resort to Twilightesque, pseudo-Harlequin romance novel bullshit and that the plot moved briskly, giving every character just the right amount of background.  The film version is sure to soil my experience with the book.  As in most cases, the book will likely spank the movie in every way possible (Also see: Jurassic Park, Jaws, It, Andromeda Strain).

I did not mention any of John Grisham’s book-to-film adaptations as his plot lines are flimsier than a fat kid in yoga class and after you’ve read a few of his books, you can basically just guess the outcome for all of the others.  Sadly, the movies of his books IMPROVE on the content.

… And yes, I’m even including The Firm movie as an improvement.  *shudder*

Be well fine readers. Thanks, as always, for your continued patience in me getting the gumption to update this blog.

Every shot featured on this page was taken within the past two weeks.  Always fresh, always updated.

Merd… Christmas is here, which means there’s a 90% chance that I’ll have to worry about Amazon.com’s ability to deliver on-time, as well as really ramping up the stalking-factor of my UPS man.  You know, the usual:  Being overly friendly with him, feigning interest in the NFL, sharing false communal laugher at lewd comments about attractive local females (thus killing the shred of heterosexuality I may have had left) and offering- well, bribing- him with free concert tickets.  It’s just my way of ensuring I get things on a speedy and expeditious basis.  There’s nothing worse than having to suffer through the never-ending UPS pickup line at one of their base stations.  It’s truly akin to passing a kidney stone, or at least having to watch an entire QVC segment with Marie Osmond and those damned creepy porcelain dolls she sells.

What?  You’ve never seen Marie, her insane face-lift and those dolls?  Exhibit A:

Thankfully, the madness will all be over in a week and 2012 will be here:  A year that will encompass many good changes for me, but overall, I think it’s going to be one amazing year.  After logging nearly 350k miles on airlines this year (not counting private travel), I think I’m going to take the first half of 2012 easy.  No more overnights to London.  No more weekend flings in Singapore.  If there’s one thing I now realize, it’s that no matter how much money you’re being paid, there’s no price you can put on treating your body well.  Abuse, in any form, will come back to haunt you later in life.  At 30, it’s time for me to not only worry about keeping my body in shape, but my mind clear and my goals within reach.  I’d say that sounds like a pretty clear-cut and attainable New Year’s resolution.

Above:  The body is staying put, but the blond hair is going.  It was fun while it lasted.

Just spent a week in Manhattan and ended up joining a new gym, as my visits to the city are becoming frequent enough to warrant it.  I now have four gym memberships.  Is that a sign of insanity or just the overwhelming want to look good naked?  I’m now a member of David Barton Gyms, allowing me access to all of their locations across the States.  If you haven’t seen their website, take a quick look at it.  It’s unique to say the least.  Very design-oriented, yes, but the equipment is top notch and the classes are really creative.  Naturally, it’s THE gay gym in New York City, but thankfully, people seem to really want to stay in shape there and not just cruise the locker room while on Grindr.  I do like the live DJ who spins several times a week there.  The atmosphere is clubby and social, but it’s obvious that people go there to sweat.

My first week at the club gave me an interesting window into the typical New York homosexual’s workout routine.  While my goal is to remain as balanced and proportionate as possible, it appears that many out there don’t share that idea.  In the words of Jerry Seinfeld, what’s the deal with gay men who don’t work out anything past their waist? Are abs and arms really all that someone needs anymore to get laid?  More importantly, is that a healthy way to train your body?  Take it from me, someone who does squats twice a week and could suffocate a strong adult with his butt cheeks:  Guys are sexy when they don’t have stick legs.  Another not-so-secret:  After legs days the testes produce the most testosterone, leading to greater growth in ALL parts of the body.  If you cut off the legs from your workouts, you cut out a whole lot of muscle-building potential.

I didn’t have a chance to see any shows while I was in the city this time, but kept kicking myself after I was back in San Antonio for missing Stephanie Block in Anything Goes.  From the clips on YouTube, it looked like she was an equal (if not better) replacement for a vacationing Sutton Foster.

Got an email from my cellular company the other week letting me know I was eligible for an upgrade.  Already?  It felt like I just bought the HTC Thunderbolt, but who was I to argue if they wanted to knock some cash off a brand new device?  I jumped on it like Piers Morgan on a hacked voicemail.  I ended up getting Google’s new Galaxy Nexus, a 4G LTE phone that, so far, has been eons better than what I was using.  It required no extended battery.  No endless firmware updates. Nothing.  It was great-to-go right out of the box.  In only a little over a week, I’ve laid down hard for this Google phone- So quickly has this device made me its techno-bitch, I now realize why the French bleated like sheep when Hitler rolled into town.

If you’re looking to fight Christmas Day boredom with a stunner of a blu ray disc, I can’t recommend Adele’s Albert Hall concert enough.  She’s in good voice, great personality and her set is simple, leaving the real show (her voice, the songs) to shine through.  In a world where Britney Spears can somehow sell out her world tour with nearly 100% lip-syncing, it’s amazing to watch an artist like Adele show people how it’s really done.  I once feared that our generation would never find its own Judy Garland or Peggy Lee, but rest assured, Adele can easily carry that candle.

Starting the day after Christmas, I’ll be wrapped in the quiet confines of Amangiri for a solid week, likely letting some email pile up and only responding to those who have my personal email and/or contact phone number.  I promised myself I would take some of this holiday for myself and I’m actually doing it this time.  I was an inch away from making this a Santa Fe-based Christmas, but Aman made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.  For more info on this stunning resort, you can click through to their website above or read through some of my past experiences there (with many included pictures).

Tonight I’ll also be taking the time to answer through a mass of Q&A questions that I’ve let sit for far too long.  I apologize about that.  Up to nearly 400 answered questions about my life and views and I’m shocked that people still find things to ask.  Very shagadelic.  As always, I thank you for taking time out of your day to interact…  Even if it’s just to read and lurk around.

Also, I’ve added new photos to the online BN Archive and continue to photoblog daily.  I’ve also been making an effort to ‘tweet’ more often.  It’s not easy being a smart ass AND attempting to say something meaningful all in 140 characters. How the hell do normal people do it? I’ve now realized that Twitter is for people who’s attention spans have been so decayed by Bravo reality television that they can no longer write full blog posts.  There’s something just a little tragic about that.

Here’s wishing everyone a happy holiday and safe upcoming 2012.  To the small group who I am ridiculously blessed to get to spend time with on a regular basis, I appreciate you more you could ever know.  I am thankful to those who I’ve made real, lifelong connections with.  It’s through those friendships that I have become exactly the young man I’ve wanted to be.

Be excellent to each other,

BN

It’s a little odd leading the kind of life that involves closely relating to people, all of them beginning as strangers who I may or may not opt to see more than once.  You see, in escorting, there are an abundance of time-wasters, stalkers, ner’do’wells and other folk who take great pleasure basking in the time you take to pay attention to them.  Time is money in this world and the time I spend giving them a glance is time I’m taking away from someone who actually deserves it.  Sadly, these are people who usually have very little going on in their own lives, so they attempt to live vicariously through mine- Whether that be in a positive or negative way.  I think we all have this kind of person in our life, but for the escort, it’s a real skill to learn how to not only ignore them, but to banish them completely.

Over the last 8 years, I’ve worked hard to not only build up a spotless reputation as an escort, but also as someone who has done things his way from early on, refusing to play the game that so many other, less successful escorts, get wrapped up in.  The prime rule:  Know your target market.  Saturate it. Close the deal and deliver a fantastic, quality product.  That kind of mindset has allowed me to see a very small circle of guys who are brilliant and very, very special to me.  They keep me traveling the world- 300,000+ miles on airlines this year alone- and I wouldn’t want it any other way.  Life, as it stands, is exactly what I’ve made of it.  I’ve worked hard in my career, hard on my body and at age 30, I’m right where I want to be.  I’m in my prime.

I think much of this public reaffirmation comes from an email I received not too long ago, which blindly offered me a full-package redo of my advertising campaign online.  After thinking about it, it’s not really something I need.  The people who see me now have seen me for awhile, but those who know of me, but haven’t made a connection yet likely will never do so.  After eight years, 70+ stellar reviews and a continued full schedule, I don’t think it’s wise for me to spend my time attempting to make people happy who’d rather just be bitter and fool themselves.  I wish every male escort who’s worth his salt would realize who they’re catering to and accept nothing less.  The vast amount of guys trolling for $100 trade on Craigslist is out there, but frankly, not the kind of ‘client’ that most escorts are looking for.  If you have to wheel and deal on a simple hourly rate, you probably shouldn’t be seeing an escort to begin with.  Onward and upward.

Some design tinkering has been done with the photoblog and so far, the emails have been positive.  It’s a little less clean, but it’s a lot more interesting to look at.  I’d like to start tinkering with this blog in the near future, but it’s a little tougher when most of it was hand-coded years ago.  I would need to figure out how to move the insanely large archive of blogs over and then work on the design aspect. Lots of interesting new things out there in blogging, but for some lazy reason, I’ve always kept the look of 15mm the same.  Perhaps it’s time that changed.

After getting email from another escort I know in Chicago, he suggested I take a look at the Don’tFuckWithUsNow escort blacklist blog. I had heard of it years back, but never took the time to sit and look through it.  Aside from it being a pretty entertaining read, it amazes me how much highly personal information is in these reports, eventually picked up by Google search bots and posted clear as day on Al Gore’s internet for everyone to see.  It seems to me that anyone with anything to hide may be shit out of luck if they incur the wrath of a scathed male escort.  The moral of this story seems to be to always pay your debts, treat those around you with respect and be careful how much personal information you share with a total stranger.

I’ve gotten a lot of emails about my current supplement routine (ie, the ‘what the hell are you taking to create that body’ message):  It’s pretty simple guys…  I don’t eat after 8pm, when I do eat I make healthy choices and I drink a couple of Muscle Milk Light shakes a day.  42 grams of protein. I also cycle on and off of creatine and nitric oxide.  When the creatine holds too much water in my body, I briefly use diuretics to flush my system out.  Here’s rundown of what I’m currently taking:

http://www.amazon.com/CytoSport-Muscle-Light-Batter-Pound/dp/B002SG7NAO

http://www.amazon.com/Diurex-Relief-Water-Caplets-30-Count/dp/B003Q5WSYW/ref=sr_1_1?s=hpc&ie=UTF8&qid=1321984779&sr=1-1

http://www.amazon.com/M-R-I-NO2-Platinum-180-Caplets-Bottle/dp/B003CFB2AM/ref=sr_1_18?s=hpc&ie=UTF8&qid=1321984815&sr=1-18

http://www.amazon.com/Twinlab-Ripped-Extreme-Ephedra-Capsules/dp/B001G7QFE6/ref=sr_1_1?s=hpc&ie=UTF8&qid=1321984856&sr=1-1

Heading to Manhattan tomorrow for a week or so, home in San Antonio for a day and then heading to Singapore where I’ll eat my weight in noodles and take care of my Christmas shopping in one of their many insane underground shopping malls.  Traveling through the rest of the year is going to be constant , but I think taking some time for myself in January is just the thing:  I’m considering some ski time in Utah or going back to Amangiri in Arizona.  Not really sure yet, but I know I want something relaxing and not city-based.  We’ll see.

For those who are fans of old musicals, I’d recommend not missing the chance to pick up the recently released blu ray version of My Fair Lady. The picture is superb.  The sound, if you are connected to a surround system, is fantastic.  Just watched it last night and I still think that Rex Harrison’s Higgins is one of the best musical characters ever. On the same musical plane, West Side Story was also just released in high-def format.  I haven’t had the chance to watch it yet, but considering it’s the quintessential American musical, I’m sure it’s great.  With the youthful resurgence of WSS (thanks to GLEE), I hope that more of the young’uns take time to watch the amazing original.  I think what GLEE did West Side Story was criminal.

Glad to see the uproar over the ‘new’ iPhone is nearly done with.  Why people would line up at an ungodly hour for anything, much less a cellular device, that’s outdated even before it’s out of the box is beyond me.  No 4G LTE speeds is a deal-breaker.  It doesn’t matter how fast the phone can process things if the network speeds are slow as molasses.  This opinion, you realize, is coming from someone who owns a Mac and has in the past owned iPhones.  I think the ‘cool factor’ of Apple devices is waning.  What people want in this day and age are devices that are functional and make life easier…  Not just pretty pieces of aluminum.

… Oh yeah, and did you hear that Steve Jobs died?

I’m also excited about this week thanks to my first Academy screener appearing in my mailbox.  Don’t ask me how I’m able to procure such a thing, but thanks to the connection, I’ll be getting a constant stream of Oscar-bait films to watch at my leisure.  If that’s not the cat’s pajamas, I don’t know what is.  Just posted a slew of new images to the Google Gallery, updating it with all of my new images and some travel pics too.  I’m spending the rest of my night getting caught up on my Formspring Q&A website (sorry for the delay) and plan on heading off to bed sometime before the sun rises.  I’ve got a morning date with a stair machine, as well as some free weights, so I can’t spend too much time surfing free porn sites.  MUST GET WORK DONE.

Here’s wishing everyone an excellent and thankful Thanksgiving,

BN

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Yep, new pics coming soon… This is a sample from the set.

Just got back home from a far-too short trip to the UK. Leaving tomorrow for a long weekend in San Diego and then spending the next week in Manhattan.  Lots to talk about in the next posting, but for now keep track of things on twitter and the always-on photoblog, both linked on the left-hand menu.  Lots of unanswered questions on the Q&A (apologies), but I promise to get to as many as I can on tomorrow’s flight to the West Coast.  I’ve also got my black running tights in from SlickitUp.com to put together one wicked S&M costume for Halloween (neoprene harness, black spandex pants, 50-eye combat boots).  I’ll snap some pics and make sure to post ‘em up.  For now, I’m a bit jet lagged, so I’ll just keep it simple and wish everyone a great week.

To sleep, perchance to dream,

BN