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Hey, masturbators -- Brooklyn Jack is back on the air.

If you're wondering why I was silent for so long, there are a few inter-related reasons.

First and foremost, I was deeply in the grip of writer's block. Those who've never seriously undertaken writing either as a profession or a hobby may assume that the ''blockage'' is just another name for a lack of inspiration, or possibly a euphemism for laziness. To some degree, writer's block may be a bit of both, but if you don't know what it's like to have words flow effortlessly from your fingers, to have your brain ready to pop from all the inspiration swirling around inside, it'll be difficult for you to appreciate just how frustrating and demoralizing this ''blockage'' can be for a writer.

In my case, the blockage was aggravated by the depressing circumstances of being unemployed and living with my parents again -- hardly the ideal arrangement for a bright young pornographer. It's very difficult to focus on writing about fun stuff, like male/male sexual play, when in the back of your mind is the nagging thought, ''I could be mailing out resumes or doing the MS-Word test at a temp agency in the time it will take me to compose this post.'' Astute readers may object that it's perfectly possible to do both the job-hunt stuff and the j/o-blogging in the same day, and they'd be correct -- but you know, the human mind is a funny beast.

So, what was the mental Drân-O that finally unclogged the writer's block? Well, first, I must light a votive candle and thank the miraculous healing powers of hot male porn. Last Thursday, I went into D.C. to register with another temp agency and to attend a networking luncheon. While I was in the city, I decided to stop by Lambda Rising, which is not only the metro area's best source for gay/lesbian literature and other paraphernalia (e.g., shit with rainbows on it; Bear Pride™ lighters), but also a good place to buy a wide range of periodicals featuring naked men. I skipped the titles like Honcho and Mandate, after a cursory inspection revealed (a) lots of shaved chests and (b) too much badly-written textporn. Instead, I ended up purchasing a "Steve Kelso Calendar Classics" photo-only compilation, and a German import called ''Alcazar,'' which offered amateur shots of die heißen türkischen und arabischen Männer showing off their furry bods and spurting cumloads for the camera. (I believe I've previously mentioned the salubrious effect of male chest hair on my libido.)

The much-needed dose of Vitamin P, and the generous loads of sperm that the fresh, high-quality porn coaxed out of my throbbing dick on Thursday evening and subsequent days and nights, gave me part of the motivation I needed to start writing again. The other big kickstart was a letter that recently appeared in the Washington Blade, D.C.'s gay paper -- it was from Bill Weintraub, creator of the Heroic Homosex site. Bill's online writings were part of the inspiration for the Brooklyn Jack site, and he has often challenged gay men who share his sexual tastes (which I do) to be more vocal and public about the fact that they enjoy mutual masturbation and related stuff like cock-to-cock and frot, but they don't enjoy anal sex.

I've been sexually active for about 12 years now, and out of the closet for ten, and I'm really tired of ''thinking of England'' during anal sex (neither bottoming nor topping has ever been a real turn-on for me) just to please my partner, and I'm tired of explaining that, yes, I've tried practicing with a dildo, and I'm tired of praying that guys I date won't express an interest in anal, thus forcing me to fake enthusiasm for it if I want to keep seeing him. Finally, I'm tired of the effort it takes to find men who are eagerly looking for mutual j/o and frot (with maybe some oral as a side dish, or maybe not), not merely because those activities are safe, but because, like me, they find it really super duper hot to watch another man masturbate, or to stroke his throbbing penis for him, or to put the two erect shafts together. So, I figured that the solution would be to write an editorial to the Blade saying what I've said above -- it'll help spread the masturbation message to a wider audience than I've been able to reach with this blog. It may attract some new readers to the site. It'll get me a byline, which is not a bad thing for a freelance writer. And if I'm lucky, it may even get me a date or two -- I figure there's gotta be other men in the area who feel the same way I do.

So, guys (and any lurking chicks apart from Farfalla), I'm glad to be back. Get your dicks out and let's have some fun strokin' the manmeat...