"Balloons? They're sperm."

The production crew just got back from a casting trip to LA. During the trip Danny, one of the new guys, was stopped by a TSA agent who was curious about the "balloons" on Danny's arm. What else could he do but remove his shirt and display his recently completed tats - an ejaculating cock and stream of sperm swimming across his body.

Sperm-geoisie

A disgruntled model has decided that Paul is the root of all evil.

After numerous threatening and "articulate" messages labeling us as Sperm-geoisie, fuck-up-titutes, Paul has provided all TIM employees with personal protection devices.




We've already had a few confused and shocking mishaps.

The Copa. (Don’t Fall in Love.)

Lyrical snapshot from Barry Manilow’s smash 1970’s hit or pithy, incisive double entendre about last week’s sad, little piece of legislation from our Do-Nothing Congress which was ultimately and thoroughly castrated by one very farsighted activist judge in the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Third Circuit last week. More accurately, it’s the smash hit ruling of the 2000’s passed down last week following it’s failure to pass the House nine years ago. It is, of course, H.R. 3783 - The Children’s Online Protection Act. Even its august-sounding name rang of high mindedness and good intentions and challenged skeptics, dared them really to show their faces in opposition. Yet, in the end it went down in flames. Of course that’s exactly what was needed - some abstract, Feel Good name that touched on all that is sacred and pure in our country. Like, hmm, our children! After all, who wouldn’t vote for it? The Bill was the perfect crystallization of the times - propaganda as political discourse: “You’re either with us or you’re against us!” “We have to fight them over there or we will be fighting them over here!” “Wanted: Dead or Alive!” And even beyond its epistolary shallowness (if you read the bill, you’ll see how subversive it really is), it allowed Americans to think – if even for one brief second – that the personification of our darkest fears (fears so horrible we couldn’t even talk about them let alone debate whether the bill actually addressed the issues at hand) was sent to the dustbin of legislative history. The bill did NOT protect children. What it did was filter out important information that young people need access too – health, sexuality, etc. – all in the guise of protecting children from online predators. Of course, who doesn’t want safe children? But let’s not ever again consider throwing the baby out with the bathwater. That wouldn’t be very safe at all.





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Freedom of Speech

Or anti-porn conspiracy?
The debate continues over the recent federal ruling by Judge Lowell Reed Jr. Some see this as benefit to First Amendment rights, others frame it as a moral argument. Numerous conspiracy theories have surfaced.

Whichever side you take the issue is far from resolved. First amendment lawyer Reed Lee states "It is unlikely the case is over. The government will almost certainly appeal."

Nice Precident Set

A federal judge recently overturned a 1998 U.S. law that makes it a crime for commercial web site operators to let children access "harmful" material. It'll probably be appealed.

"Gentlemen, you may smoke."

"I've always loved a good cigar, especially during and after a great fuck. Mixing pleasure with pleasure is what life's all about, if you ask me." Paul's passion for cigars has led him to think about producing a line of his own cigars. With "prototype sticks" coming in from various cigar rollers, Paul's been a happy man these days. If any of you guys love cigars and have suggestions about how you'd like Paul's to turn out, get him the word directly at paul@treasureislandmedia.com .

We interupt this broadcast...

A cable news program featuring Tom Brokaw was interrupted with several minutes of hardcore images. The station based in Phoenix promises a "rigorous investigation" into the act of sabotage.

“I thought it was the TV, but when I looked up, there were these images.”

Sounds like a normal day at the office.

Mario. Over Here.

I’m sorry. But I’m more than a little bent. It seems one Mario Vasquez – hot Nuyorican, season three finalist on painfully successful American Idol, thing most likely to end up in your mind during a good wanking – has been served his papers by none other than El Señor Ignoramus, Magdaleno Olmos, senior nothing accountant at such and such firm that produces said über-extraordinary smash American hit. The thing is, though, really! How fucking stupid do you have to be to admit that the God of Hotness, Mr. Vasquez himself, pulled out his pimienta con los huevos, juiced the jack and manhandled you and, now, instead of shouting from the mountaintops with glee, you admit you were “harassed?” I am down on my hands and knees praying to Sweet Baby Jesus every night that THAT will be pawing its way into the next bathroom stall I occupy. I don’t mean to get sacrilegious here. Everybody is entitled to his opinion but if anyone should be sued here it should be Mr. Olmos - for Ignorance in the Third Degree. Mr. Vasquez may be but a distant memory of American Idol contestants gone wrong. (He dropped out suddenly and unexpectedly in Febraury of 2005.) But, damnit, he deserves to be watched! His constitutional right to freedom of assembly is surely being violated here. (Cue ‘being violated’ joke.) And I, for one, stand behind you Mario. Preferably naked with a big tub of anal-safe lube and a morning ahead that doesn’t scream: Get up! You got to go to work now!




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Here's the funny thing....

From: "xxx xxxx"
Date: March 13, 2007 12:23:36 PM EDT
To: xxx@treasureislandmedia.com
Subject: Re: xxxxx suggested I write to you

I'm impressed. You suddenly jump out as being unusual: You are a gentleman for asking. Thank you!

And yes, you certainly may post my previous memo, as well as this, in addition to the photos.

Here's the funny thing: To all the world, when you look between my legs you see my "privates". The thing is, though they seem like mine, they actually are already the property of the museum. And of course, the museum wanted Elmo and his balls in order to put them on display - and charge admission to see them - along with the penises of whales, horses, bears, etc. I gave up the privacy of my sex organs when I gave up ownership of them. I will be giving up possession of them soon as well.

So yes, you may share photos of Elmo The Penis and his testicles/scrotum as you like.

- Salami

Just when I thought I'd heard it all....

From: "xxx xxxx"
Date: March 11, 2007 4:04:48 PM EDT
To: xxx@treasureislandmedia.com
Subject: xxxxxx suggested I write to you

I'm a 60-year-old straight man (okay - I'm not homophobic) who has decided to have my male genitals cut off and placed on display in a museum.

That's probably unusual enough, but additionally, I would very much like to witness through the whole process seeing my cock (named "Elmo") and balls become famous. I really don't care to have any fame or publicity for myself - just my genitals. In fact, I prefer to remain anonymous while Elmo gets wide exposure.

Your acquaintance, xxxxxxx, suggested I contact you. He mentioned that you might have some ideas that we could both benefit from.

Elmo has already been donated to the penis museum, which is located in Europe, and technically is their property, though the surgery to remove Elmo and his balls hasn't been done yet. I am planning on finishing some tattoo laser removal work before the surgery. As soon as Elmo's removed from my body, he will be plastinated fully erect then delivered to the museum for permanent display.

Elmo and his testicles and scrotum are a bit larger than the average. I'm attaching a couple of photos...

- Salami

Meat Gazers

In the army, guys who blatantly stare at other guys' crotches in the shower are brazenly called "meat gazers" and, of course, labeled as fags. A new eyetracking study sheds some interesting light on these lingering glances.

Participants were asked to look at the image below and directed to look for information about the players' sport and position.


The study found a distinct difference in focus between men and women. Men tend to focus on private anatomy as well as the face. For the women, the face is the only place they viewed

It seems ALL men are meat gazers.

On “On Porn and Society”

It’s been several months since Paul Morris/Treasure Island Media and MOC teamed up to bring you a different perspective on porn, society and how the two seem to fit so well together. Looking back I think we’ve hit on something. Porn, in all its infinite varieties, seems to outgrow its skin with each passing day looking for wider and more validating audiences. Porn is everywhere and it’s a victory for every free-thinking individual out there. Hypothetically speaking, if porn ever were to be silenced the results would be disastrous. Sex would literally go underground forcing its participants to engage in what would then be called Illegal Behavior. And we can barely imprison people fast enough now! You can’t criminalize sexuality. Or, perhaps, you can but not for long and not without consequences.

Pornography is a way for society to understand its relationship with others in a forum that’s non-judgmental but taps into a very primal urge particular to men – the need to sexualize things. That’s normally not bad but when it can’t find a healthy outlet – which pornography does do for a good majority of its viewers/participants – we end up with goat lovers and all other manner of sexual deviancy. Thank goodness, then, for porn.

Pornography remains precisely because we don’t know what we as a society would do without it. Its elimination – or the threat thereof - would be, to those opposed, a final nail in the coffin in the war against sexuality and, to those in favor, it would be one more reason why pornography needs to be validated and will likely be very soon.



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Hampton Drill Sergeant Forces Trainees To Dress Like Superman And Perform Sex Acts

I don't see anything wrong with this.

"Sounds like a tagline for Treasure Island Media"

Paul was doing a random session on the web and happened upon this:

"On a lighter note, I was supremely entertained by the following quote from an article in Sunday's Los Angeles Times about cloned beef and some of the science used to perpetuate the genetic line of particulary hardy or desirable breeding stock (it was a really good article; I very seriously loathe food-technology Luddites, even though some of my bests friends are in that camp):

UC Davis animal geneticist Alison Van Eenennaam pulled out a photo of a
stout, jet-black Chianina bull from Canute, Okla., named Full Flush — one of the
most sought-after sires of recent times.

"He was not able to satiate the desire for his semen," Van Eenennaam
noted.

Sounds like a promo tagline for Treasure Island Media."

Paul couldn't agree more. And he knows how the admirers of Full Flush feel...

Thanks to Kusala blog.

When Does Porn Harm?

I wrote recently on MOC about efforts underway within the church to address the growing phenomenon known somewhat generically as “porn addiction.” And by generic I mean the slightly vague notion that when an upstanding, churchgoing male member of the congregation is discovered whanking off to pictures of Jenna Jameson and/or Dawson rather than banging their wife of 15 years who’s started to falter under the weight of middle age, he has a “problem.” But discounting for a minute that guys – all guys, gay or straight – respond visually to erotic images – there really is a line beyond which the safe, healthy desire for sexual material becomes unhealthy. Even dangerous.

I know because on Saturday night my obsession for sexual material – in this case a cute, Hispanic kid I encounter in the alleyway behind my apartment complex – would soon turn into a surreal crime scene. I’ll spare you the needless details but the plot was a bait and switch. The boy tried to lead me outside – behind the building where I wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on my front door – while his partner snuck into the apartment presumably to rob me. The plan backfired of course when, not understanding why the boy refused to meet me at the back gate and seemed to be purposefully hiding around the corner, I quickly ran upstairs only to discover – in a very creepy When-a-Stranger-Calls sort of way, that the partner had in fact made it upstairs into my place. (I noticed through the reflection in my television that the bedroom door had been closed.) Needless to say after a series of police visits, incredulous and incredibly annoyed neighbors and a nervous, sleepless night the event – which started out as a sexual obsession – passed. And I realized that maybe settling down with a partner and dealing with the weight of middle age might not be such a big deal after all.





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Damon Dogg About Town

Damon and Paul took a break yesterday to hang out around Union Square. Paul snapped a few shots of Damon.

The Dogg loves San Francisco.


Calling his family to let them know that Damon Blows America 8 is "a wrap" and now he gets to blow all the guys in a completely new town.


Grooving on Market Street near Damon's favorite cigar store. He can't wait for the Chinese New Year Parade down Market this Saturday evening, welcoming in the Year of the Boar. Both Paul and Damon like the parade because it happens at night (one of the last night-parades left in the US).


The Dogg just after he's scarfed down a huge juicy hotdog at his favorite stand (on Market near Stockton, across the street from the Apple Store). Paul and Damon get hotdogs there at least once a week.