New Photoshoot, Quick Update, and a Piece of My Ass

Hey everyone. Sorry I'm always on hiatus from here, still trying to get a solid internet at my place. Just need one of those valuable (not to mention expensive) USB drives so I can pick up wireless internet. Know anywhere that I can get one for under like, twenty bucks and not have it be crap? Ha!
Anyway, I moved into a new place directly in the heart of Boystown (in Chicago) so I'm exactly where I've wanted to live for ten years. Although I'm still unemployed, I can at least say I achieved one of my life goals- to live in Boystown. Now, how am I going to pay for rent next month? That's still up in the air.
I got my bikini line waxed. Remind me to never do that again, I'm still red two days later and pretty nervous about it. When is my body going to be back to normal!
Some people really need to stop being so harsh on those who do porn. Personally, I feel most do it as a last option to get money and eventually just enjoy it and become apart of it. I started off as a web cam model, then dancer, performer, entertainer, and eventually moved into online videos and dvds. (Still looking for my Raging Stallion Studio video with Tristan Phoenix!)
Still looking for a job. If anyone even knows a great studio they'd love to put me with feel free to let me know! Any help is appreciated.
I was suppose to work with a studio (Route 69 Productions) located in Chicago run by a man named Alan. I'd like to throw in my two cents about this man, since he gave me a run around for a month only to solicit sex to me. We'd been trying to meet for about a month. He was very patient and understanding that we both have lives and are busy. He apparently had signed with Titan (filming 8 scenes) and claimed he wanted me to work with him and I of course was on board. However, to my dismay, he had asked me to audition by fucking his (older) friend who has a crush on me (my dick especially), not on camera, to see how I "perform", just so he can see if he wants to use me in his videos. Last time I checked, that's not professional and I've never heard of an audition such as that before. I would love to talk to some of the other models, or models that have been approached by Alan, to see if he solicits sex to everyone- or if he just thought I'd be dumb enough to fall for him. You, Sir, will never get a piece of my ass, just only a piece of my mind.
Regardless, I continue my life to live with under forty dollars in my bank account, searching for jobs to keep me busy. Here's to keeping my head held high. Like the Goddess, Lady GaGa says herself: "Continue to love and be loyal. Stand up, continue to challenge the world."
I've just made an XPeeps as well as an Xtube account under the name "Mickey Drake" for both. Please check it out and boost my views so I can get a little bit more noticed! Anything to help a brother out, right?
Hopefully you enjoy the pictures! More are sure to come! Just uploaded a bunch more. I've been in such a bottoming mood lately, too, surprisingly! So appreciate my butt for once instead of my wang!

Stay sweet, play safe.

What's my age again?

This week has been insane! I will say, I have a new theory on blacking out. I think it's perfectly fine, you must reach a higher state of consciousness when you black out. I've been doing nothing but partying with my best gay Tad and visiting some old friends, missing them of course (Danielle), and making some new ones daily. My stage age is 19, however, my real age is 21. It's strictly played up. Sorry if that ruins any fantasy, but I can pass for about 15 years old if I really want too. I DO own a few Superman and Power Ranger T-Shirts. Hope you guys enjoy the random picture from an awesome bondage photoshoot! There's thousands! Am I the only one excited for the True Blood finale on Sunday? I'm wet just thinking about it! If anyone knows Deborah Ann Woll, you let her know I'm her BIGGEST fan. Here's hoping her character Jessica makes it to season three, even though it doesn't look too good!

Boycrush

There's the tags, ha! And my Boycrush stuff comes out on the 8th of September, keep an eye out! Also check local stores for Gunner does San Francisco for my first movie!

Fuck You

Just a little reminder, I was engaged to a fellow twink porn star a few months back. During that time, he had bought me a gorgeous set of dog tags from D n' G. He had always wanted them back, so in a big F-U to him, I always wear my D n' G dog tags in any photoshoot I do. Cheers, lover. Thanks for the bling and I still want Danielle's angel back.

Verse written by my talented friend, Tad, about me. Watch out Trina!

Sex up bitches, Here comes Mickey
When I beat off, things get sticky

I may be short, but Ill kick your ass
90% slutty and 10% class

I have a big donk and gigantic diddle
When I have a threesome, I call the middle

Ill show u mine, u show me yours
I fuck on a...ll surfaces, bedrooms, and floors

If u fuck with my man, Ill fuck up your face
Ya'll fight with words, I fight with mace

Chicago in the Summer

Well, everything has certainly been crazy. I must simply be too ditzy to have realized anything that went on this summer. There's been numerous ups and downs. Some crazy nights, some nights I don't remember, and some I'd want to forget. Chicago Pride was fantastic, hell, I'd never felt sexier this summer...I think? I'm just trying to survive and thought some of you might wanna be along with the ride for me on this crazy adventure. For the first time in my life, I'm alone. I won't have my mothers lack of support, my boyfriend there, even my best friend. I'm alone...in the city...and I'm pretty scared. Here's to updating this everyday, talking about porn, men, life, hopefully finding an actual job that doesn't require me to take my clothes off...not that I mind it, I prefer to be naked. Keep checking back, I promise you'll certainly be entertained. Time to read some Sex and the City quotes!

Why I Do Porn...

Hey to the other class and other bitches reading this. I'm Mickey Drake, I'm a blast, I have a lot to learn, and I'm usually always wrong. Before anyone really gets the wrong impression, I wanted to make a blog about why I do what I do. A real ass bitch has got to survive in this fake ass world, you know...

Alright, so last night I had some jerk trying to hassle me on my web cam site from Chicago, claiming he knows me and that I've slept with him. I'd like to stat a few facts to the majority of you to clear the air on why I do what I do.

First of all, most of you spoiled little bitches either live off of your parents or work at Subway, making minimum wage and being treated like absolute shit from people like me. I, on the other hand, will sit inside my dorm. Wait until I'm horny enough to jack off, turn on my web cam and get paid over a dollar a minute.

Or, I'll wait around for a month and work for about four hours being filmed having sex or jerking off and get paid probably more than you would in an entire month...for working one day.

Secondly, ALL OF YOU MASTERBATE. I don't know why people are hating on me for masterbating. You do it everynight! Probably more than I do! And you ALL watch porn. Those who are live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones...

So, to the old men that harass me on here trying to get the sites I'm on. Tonight is a perfect example of why I do not give them out.

Also, you have to pay to see me. If you cannot afford to pay to see me on my web cam, why on Earth would I send you personal videos, pictures, and other ways to get in contact with me? Also, I'm not interested in going to dinner with you either. I'm not shy, I'd make the first move on that one. But, thank you in advance.

And the dumbass tonight was telling the people on my website that my name is "Brian Carlson"...okay, you're a fool because you got it incorrect in two different ways. Those who know my real name, are important enough to know it, to the rest of you...I'm Mickey. And I appreciate that you call me that.

From doing what I do, never in my life have I felt as beautiful, confident, and happy. I have found something I'm good at and if it makes you feel important and makes you feel beautiful than damn it, let your mind run wild with what you could do. Any of you would jump at the opportunity to do what I do. And those of you who wouldn't, would without a doubt watch one of my videos and probably watch porn on a regular basis.

If I had parents to support me. I would. My "father" got out of jail about three years ago and my mother is washed up and miserable, who still thinks homosexuality is a mental illness. I do not have parents to help me out, or even have my back when applying for a loan.

So please, I don't disrespect many of you. Do not get it twisted, I am a sweet person that just so happens to do something most would label inappropriate. And I'm completely clean. Hiv negative, never had an STD, and my bodys pretty rockin'. So don't be afraid, I may do this, but I'm still intelligent about exactly what I do, and I don't care for lectures. This is my job. This is me. So, if you're thinking about harassing me about what I do for my occupation: grab a seat, grab some lube, and fuck off.

xoxo
Mickey

Does karma really exist?

On a less vicious note about how I've screwed over so many guys, I began to think...did I just screw over myself in the long run? I fully believe in karma and I'm not necessarily sure that mine is going to be the best since I did manipulate and drive probably more than twelve men mad. Sheesh, I'm a swine. All I did was survive. Would what I've done in the past ruin my future? I know my reputation is probably shot. But, it pains me to think I won't ever find that one true love. It's not like I'm unconfident or anything. But, because I faked it. I've faked hellos, I've faked Facebook comments, hell- I've faked multiple relationships, even orgasms. Could faking it lead to never truly having it? I really hope that's not the case. I did what I did to survive and go another day with a few dollars in my pocket. I worked my ass off to get to college and get my dorm paid off. Should I really be punished for trying to further myself?

Who has influenced this topic?

As harsh as it sounds and not to put blame on anyone, but I would say my mother had influenced the way that I act and how I express myself today. While I have no shield and am an open book, I feel that my strength is my ability to not care and say whatever I feel and my weakness is my ability to not care and say whatever I feel. My mother is a high school drop out and never really cared about school and raised a child as a single mother at a very young age when my "father" was sent into prison. Her lack of motivation and desire to have a great life caused her to keep herself out of gaining and education and working full time as a manager at a local Taco Bell. Through the years I became gayer and gayer as she became more lazy and judgmental. In my teenage years, I was failing miserably in high school and she didn't seem to care. Whenever I'd speak to her, she'd ignore me and continue to talk on the phone or watch the television, not even turning her head to acknowledge my being, which would cause me to loose my short temper. Finally, it was my Senior year of high school and I was planning to graduate a semester early. Unfortunately, I was not able too and went into a huge depression because I was dying to leave my house. My mother, however, once again did not care about my choices aside of who I'm attracted too. After a crazy debate, I was no longer able to live in my house anymore while choosing to be with my boyfriend and had left school to make it up with online courses.
I feel that if my mother hadn't made me leave the house, I wouldn't have had to fend for myself. I am thankful for her doing so, however, because it granted me the intelligence I have and how to read certain types of men and how to get what I want out of them, and sometimes it's not more than just materials or money, but it's rather someone to actually feel comfortable with for a night. Sometimes those "sweet-nothings" in your ear are worth while. My mother's stubborn, close-minded attitude had forced me to leave my house but in doing so had made me more of a bad ass bitch who isn't necessarily afraid of being himself. Hey, I'm a little smarter for doing something instead of sitting on Facebook (which I have the honor of doing now and am always there- Mickey Drake- look me up), it just sucks that I was 17 and not home in my own home. Can't wait to get my Bachelor's Degree and a regular 9-5 job and waft it in my mother's face someday.



PS: How do you put pictures on this thing? Anyone have a clue?

The Club Head

This past Friday I of course did my usual “Let's party at a bar” just to get by for the night and be able to get some sleep after a few drinks. I had gone with a few friends and for the first time, a coat. Normally, I'd leave my coat and wallet at home- but for some reason I had brought both with me. After standing at the coat check annoying the lesbian for about a minute, I chose to keep my wallet on me rather than leave it in my coat. As I continued to drink and flirt with just about every man in there, I found one long-haired, blue-eyed, surfer boy who I had previously seen about twice before. After seeing his friends and himself eye me, I decided to hit on one of my less attractive friends to lure him in by thinking my standards are low and he'd have a chance. As I've seen him throughout drinking and dancing throughout the night, I finally had noticed him on the dance floor. After leaving my friends I decided to dance next to him, dancing alone. I sensed him watching me with each punch, each beat, each dip, and after about thirty seconds of dancing alone I had his arms wrapped around me. After teasing him with my name and if I'm single, I went back to dancing with my friends, hanging onto them as he watched and bit his lip. The Club Head, however, isn't necessarily jealous of other men. Because, he too is dancing, flirting, and getting drinks bought for him. After teasing again for another minute, telling him each of the songs he adored were my favorites and dipping it low for him (showing off a much needed exotic dancer move), I had him buying me drinks. After dancing with him for a bit, then moving on the man next to me to cause the only amount of jealousy, I had him entirely focused on me. To keep the attention of the Club Head, play with his jewelry (a true Club Head will always be decked out in jewels, real or fake) and teach him a new move that no one on the floor is doing yet. Don't be afraid to be uninhibited with him because he's probably seen it all. If he doesn't seem to be into his hair, play with it. He wants to make sure the attention you have is fully on him before he starts his pampering, so make sure to call him by his name multiple times. Name repetition is solid. In fact, the more times you say someone's name, the more psychologically attached they are to you.
Then after having a few wild dances, one to one of my favorite songs “That's Not My Name”, my small waist and big butt was finally used against me. Girl jeans tend to have smaller pockets, especially for a big wallet- so, my wallet had been lost. After accusing a transvestite of stealing my wallet; I continued on with my fun and entirely dropped talking to the club head after telling him that I had lost my wallet, completely forgetting every bit of conversation I had with anyone that entire night.
After waking up with soiled bronzer on my face, mascara running from one eye, and a horrible case of bed head. I picked up my cell phone to found out it had lost the rest of it's battery life. After another deep sigh, my friend (whose place I crashed at) let me use his phone to put a hold on my credit card. Finally becoming aware of all of my surroundings, I realized that my dorm key, food plan card, and school, as well as state identification were lost and gone. After going back to my building, I was told to go to another Columbia College building (the University Center) to try and get a new food pass so I was able to eat for the day. While going into the University Center, I expected nothing more than a new pass.
It was unbelievable when one of the security guards had grabbed a folder and pulled out my wallet. Saying that a young blond-haired man had came by around five in the morning, saying that I had told him I dropped my wallet and found it. Thankfully, I lied to him about where I lived, because it brought it to the wrong building. Inside my wallet, my three dollars was taken out, but replaced with a fifty dollar bill and a phone number written on a napkin.
Unbelievable is the only word I can say. Someone told me I must have good karma, I spit out my drink laughing.
Moral to the story is: to attract the club head you must toy with his mind and his body, but on a different scale than every other guy. He won't necessarily care if you're dancing and flirting with other people, because he does the same thing. He does, however, care if you love the same songs he does and will continue to take drink after drink from him. Soon enough you will have him obsessed with your body (if you can dance, or at least can fake it for two minutes) and have him buying you drinks while desiring your attention. If you can dance, you already have a shot at luring the Club Head. If you can show no emotions towards him flirting with other people, you're already on your way to a night of bottle service from the gentleman. Stay tuned next time as we discuss how to lure and toss the Sugar Daddy! One of the most challenging type of men out there, who will feel he has more power over you than anyone and who plans on having you at his peck and call. Time to turn the tide and see how you can truly manipulate and devour the Sugar Daddy.

Introduction

"I am someone looking for love, real love,... ridiculous, consuming...,can't live without each other love." - Sarah Jessica Parker

Everyone always seem to be crying about trying to find love. People are constantly breaking up, having sex, trying to find that perfect person. Sometimes, you have to just realize that there are no perfect people, no perfect moments, and the love you have towards someone comes from you heart.
As a former high school drop-out and someone who has been kicked out of his home (multiple times) because of his sexuality, I learned that I had to make a plan to get money, clothes, and food fast before I'd break down. After taking time alone and brainstorming, I had came to the conclusion that the only subjects I truly had knowledge about were reality television, sex, and men. While I was not old enough to audition for any of the television shows I wanted to be on; I had to think of another dream to get that much needed cash.
Again, I began thinking. It's time to use my appearance, charm, and skills to support myself until I was finally on two feet.