<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710</id><updated>2009-10-14T06:36:55.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notthatboy</title><subtitle type='html'>WHERE THE RICH AND GLAMOUROUS TURN FOR THEIR FILTH!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>778</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-5029800327860663818</id><published>2007-12-18T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:38:56.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KwfVNw7L9Ic/R2ghXSEXU2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wNTWxDxy7Hc/s1600-h/BM2603266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KwfVNw7L9Ic/R2ghXSEXU2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wNTWxDxy7Hc/s400/BM2603266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145399258141643618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might be back...ish.  I miss writing.  I don't so much miss people knowing what's going on in my personal life though.  A lot of time has passed, a lot of things have happened, and I'm not entirely sure I'd care to update the world on any of that.  Having said that, I'm planning on starting a new blog, and when I do I'll post the link here.  Floppy blonde 70's hair Hunter is gone.  New York is still amazing.  More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-5029800327860663818?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/5029800327860663818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/5029800327860663818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-might-be-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KwfVNw7L9Ic/R2ghXSEXU2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/wNTWxDxy7Hc/s72-c/BM2603266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-930418853000428636</id><published>2007-03-24T03:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:47:46.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANIKZVKm1Sg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANIKZVKm1Sg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;I come out of my blog obscurity just long enough to say that I effing LOVE Amy Winehouse.  She's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-930418853000428636?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/930418853000428636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/930418853000428636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-come-out-of-my-blog-obscurity-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116966386426409370</id><published>2007-01-24T13:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:37:44.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://plushieschwartz.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Plushie Schwartz&lt;/a&gt; has a blog now.  Too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116966386426409370?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116966386426409370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116966386426409370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/plushie-schwartz-has-blog-now_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116966385258311987</id><published>2007-01-24T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T13:37:32.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://plushieschwartz.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Plushie Schwartz&lt;/a&gt; has a blog now.  Too funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116966385258311987?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116966385258311987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116966385258311987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/plushie-schwartz-has-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116958275074956268</id><published>2007-01-23T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:05:50.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my writer's block may have ended, at least temporarily.  There have been a lot of changes for me over the past 6 months or so, and lately I just haven't given a rat's ass about posting my daily activities and whereabouts here.  Although the events of my life may(or may not) be interesting to other people still, they have been for the most part COMPLETELY uninteresting to me because I live them and am therefore already aware of them and have not AT ALL been interested in informing strangers of them as of late.  As far as all of the porn stuff goes I've been indecisive about all of it at best.  Jetset contacted me this week asking me to be in a film in February.  I haven't yet decided whether I'll do it or not.  The idea of being in LA in February does appeal to me though, and I could use the extra cash.  Things at work have been going well and I'm still dancing at mr. Black every Saturday.  &lt;a href="www.mrblacknyc.com" target="new"&gt;mr. Black&lt;/a&gt; has been my favorite place in the world lately though, as I'm sure you could tell if you've seen me there all messy and stumbling around like a fool on Saturdays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit lost lately.  I don't find singledom (if that's even a word) all that entertaining to be perfectly honest.  I find all the boys and all the "dating" and all the mess of becoming emotionally involved with people taxing.  I think being single in NYC is pretty fucking exhausting for all of us, whether we choose to admit it or not.  I'm not sure where my blog is going, or even if I'll keep it open.  Some of you have noticed I'm sure that Damon has decided to close his and I can't say that I really blame him.  We both have a lot going on and have mostly been too involved in our own daily drama's to really bother telling the world about them.  I think I'm back but I might not be.  I could close this fucking thing tomorrow, I'm honestly not sure.  That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116958275074956268?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116958275074956268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116958275074956268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-my-writers-block-may-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116725302085966226</id><published>2006-12-27T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:57:00.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuyHLE5xrAc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cuyHLE5xrAc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;p&gt;'Tis the season!  I think Santa mixed up this little girl's present with mine.  It would explain the Easy Bake Oven at least.   This is hilarious!  I'm with Chanel on this one though, I wouldn't want to have this conversation with an 11 year old girl either.  "Sweetheart when 5 men love each other VERY much sometimes they...ummm...errrm." Via &lt;a href="http://www.gaypornblog.com/" target="new"&gt;GayPornBlog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116725302085966226?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116725302085966226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116725302085966226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season-i-think-santa-mixed-up-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116581899528887748</id><published>2006-12-11T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:36:35.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Is You Is Or Is You Ain't a Pornstar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've started working on the other side of the cameras people have been asking me a lot if I'm still doing porn.  The answer I think is still somewhere in the "kinda sorta, not really" period right now.  Meaning that I don't really have that much of a desire to pursue it at all anymore, but I've taken the occasional thing that has popped up when I needed the extra cash.  I did a little shoot for Playgirl T.V. a couple months ago, and then just recently I did a last minute thing with my friend Corey Koons just because I needed the extra cash and I wanted to bang Corey anyway.  For the most part though, I consider myself retired.  Its just that, kinda like Cher, I have the occasional comeback tour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116581899528887748?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116581899528887748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116581899528887748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-you-is-or-is-you-aint-pornstar-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116581800223522715</id><published>2006-12-11T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:29:26.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Welcome to Brooklyn, Put Your Lighters Up!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4085/397/1600/975091/lil_kim_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4085/397/400/447939/lil_kim_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon and I moved into a new place this week in Brooklyn.   The place is a whole hell of a lot closer to my work (the train lets out directly in front of my office door).  The move has also shaved about $900 bucks off of our monthly rent, and Damon and I finally have separate bedrooms with our entrances, which has been really nice for both of us.  I haven't had a room to myself in over 5 years and Damon hasn't seen he was 19 or so.  Its been really good for both of us to have our private time.  As well as we get along, you don't want to spend the rest of your life sharing a bedroom with your ex boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The move was really last minute.  We had VERY little time to get out of our old apartment and into our new one and we wound up doing the whole thing from the looking, to signing the lease, to moving in all in &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; days! We were really down to the wire on that, but things seem to always work that way in New York for whatever reason.   The first week here was the usual New York nightmare of moving into a new place. The heat broke, the hot water went out, and we even had the pleasure of a visit from a little rodent who stared at me while eating my bread atop the refridgerator. Those problems have since been worked out.    The neighborhood we live in is really great!  Its young and friendly and there are lots of cute boys around.  The area is filled with cute little coffee shops and lots of places to eat.  Also there are two really big groceries stores closeby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116581800223522715?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116581800223522715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116581800223522715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/12/welcome-to-brooklyn-put-your-lighters.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116414470343747560</id><published>2006-11-21T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:34:52.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4085/397/1600/146486/fakemyspace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4085/397/400/362430/fakemyspace.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those curious &lt;a href="www.myspace.com/huntergorgeous" target="new"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; IS NOT my Myspace profile.  Its my pictures, and my name, but its not my Myspace profile.  I DO have one, and this isn't it.  SO AGGRIVATING, albeit slightly flattering.  The day I put a Paris Hilton song on my Myspace profile is the day I fucking kill myself.  Just wanted to clear that up. &lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4085/397/1600/321135/1435680848_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4085/397/400/35916/1435680848_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The real me will be at &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=50208355" target="new"&gt;"Dirty Boy"&lt;/a&gt; tonight at China 1, which is at 40 Ave B at East 4th street hanging out casting cards to cute boys.  Come see me if you want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116414470343747560?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116414470343747560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116414470343747560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-those-curious-this-is-not-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116301783347466109</id><published>2006-11-08T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:30:33.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dirtyboyvideo threw a party at China 1 last night.  It was a huge success!  Thanks so much to those of you who came out.  I had a lot of fun (except for being pawed at by REALLY drunk people near the end of the night).  A lot of last night was filmed so I'll put a link up to some of it when its all been processed.  I keep getting asked a lot of weird questions about work.  When you do casting for a porn company people think you're sitting around with your dick out having sex with hot boys all day.  That's not the case (though that job sounds fantastic) but I have been known to fluff a model or two.  There's another party next Tuesday.  I'll post the info when I get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116301783347466109?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116301783347466109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116301783347466109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/dirtyboyvideo-threw-party-at-china-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116188546396968922</id><published>2006-10-26T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:57:44.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4085/397/1600/plushie_hunter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4085/397/400/plushie_hunter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not neglecting my posts.   I've been really busy with work lately, both at my office job and my weekend jobs.  The &lt;a href="http://www.plushieschwartz.com/" target="new"&gt;Plushie&lt;/a&gt; shoot went really well!  I cast my friend Cory Koons in it, as well as another guy that chooses to remain anonymous (anonymity is easily acheived when you're wearing a Bearsuit after all).  I've been getting a lot of emails asking me "Who is Plushie Schwartz?".  The short answer to that is several people, since anyone who wears the suit can be Plushie, myself included.  I was Plushie's stand in for a bit of the shoot (the non-sexual parts).    The above picture is just me goofing around in the Plushie head the day of the shoot.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116188546396968922?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116188546396968922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116188546396968922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-neglecting-my-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116111626431734579</id><published>2006-10-17T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:17:44.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're going another &lt;a href="http://www.plushieschwartz.com/" target="new"&gt;Plushie Schwartz&lt;/a&gt; video and I need someone willing to bottom for a hot guy in a bear suit (there's something you don't get to say every day).  If you live in Manhattan and are interested let me know.  Obviously you must be between 18-30 for this.  If this doesn't interest you at all, still click the link and watch the Plushie videos, they're hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116111626431734579?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116111626431734579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116111626431734579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-going-another-plushie-schwartz.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116102499569307388</id><published>2006-10-16T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:14:22.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I went and shot a solo video for Playgirl T.V.  I felt a little strange when I first showed up.  I've done this sort of thing before but this was the first time I'd ever worked for what is theoretically a "straight" publication (which really only means that closeted gay men in the midwest can subscribe to Playgirl and pretend its for their wives).  We shot in this huge loft in the West Village.  Everything was painted white and the ceilings were really high.  There was the usual strewing of odd set accesories around, a large glass vase filled with conch shells, some sort of Roman bust statue, silk roses, white shabby chic slip covers.  I have no idea why but I always pay attention to that sort of thing.  Whose room is this supposed to be anyway?  There was a cute little fluffer girl there who was delighted to get to leave an hour early after I told her "i'm a big 'mo" and let her know she wasn't really of any use for me.  There was no guy there for me, but after having spent an hour watching some hot latin dude with a giant uncut cock jerk off for his shoot right before me I didn't really need anyone anyway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4085/397/1600/pothedzcouch.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4085/397/400/pothedzcouch.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords I went home and....well nevermind what I did.  Lets just say I wound up watching &lt;a href="http://www.pothedzcouch.com/" target="new"&gt;this show&lt;/a&gt; at about 1am on public access.  &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; know what I mean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116102499569307388?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116102499569307388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116102499569307388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-night-i-went-and-shot-solo-video.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116071342700301589</id><published>2006-10-13T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:27:31.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How's this for a work day?  For some of the shoots they do at work they have this big bear costume, that they've had custom made panels put into for access in the front and back (you know, so the giant bear can fuck and get fucked) and I'm in the process of casting someone to be the Bear right now.  Since we're getting ready to shoot with it we pulled the bear suit out of its box today to check its condition and noticed that there were big rips along the access panels from people pulling on it when it was taken to a party.  Since it needed repair, I suggested taking it to a tailor, and because I suggested it I was the one chosen to bring it in to the tailor.  I put the bear suit in a bag (minus the head naturally), walked it on over to the cleaners at which point I pulled it out, laid it on the counter in front of the lady and asked her how much it would cost to repair the access panels and how long it would take.  She actually didn't laugh at all until she noticed the second panel in the back, at which point she said "oh, there are two....?" and looked at it with a really strange expression on her face and then started laughing.  "Ten dollars, you can pick it up tomorrow afternoon."  I love New York, and I fucking love my new job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116071342700301589?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116071342700301589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116071342700301589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/hows-this-for-work-day-for-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116067902931256538</id><published>2006-10-12T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:50:29.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My job casting models has begun.  If you're in the New York area, are betwen 18-30 with valid government issued I.D. and are interested in doing some porn work for &lt;a href="http://www.dirtyboyvideo.com/" target="new"&gt;Dirty Boy Video&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.nycguys.com/" target="new"&gt;nycguys.com&lt;/a&gt; (or for several other sites under the parent company) you can contact me with photos at my work email which is hunter@nycguys.com.  Jobs include both solo work and working with other people depending on what you are most comfortable with.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116067902931256538?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116067902931256538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116067902931256538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-job-casting-models-has-begun.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116058498288932421</id><published>2006-10-11T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:43:38.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started my new job yesterday.  I work in the offices of &lt;a href="http://www.dirtyboyvideo.com/" target="new"&gt;Dirty Boy Video&lt;/a&gt; now.  Due to confidentiality agreements I can't go into a lot of detail as to what I do there (regarding the office work anyway) but I can say that I will be doing casting for some of their sites now.  So, if you live in New York, are between the ages of 18 and 30, are in GOOD shape, and are interested in doing a little porn for some extra cash then by all means email me.  If I'm going to look at dick at work all day, it may as well be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still gogo dancing every week at Mr Black for Johnny McGovern, so stop by and see me, preferably with a dollar in your hands.  I have a lot of things I want to cover on here after my long blogging break.  I'll get to all of those things over the next few weeks but FIRST...As for that ugly rumor that I got fat (wtf?).  This should clear that up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4085/397/1600/hunterkitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4085/397/400/hunterkitchen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not effing fat bitches! Geez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116058498288932421?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116058498288932421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116058498288932421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-started-my-new-job-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-116053921970484166</id><published>2006-10-10T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:08:39.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We’re back!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of a hiatus, we’re both back and ready to start posting in our blogs again.&lt;br /&gt;As you might have guessed, there were some personal reasons why we stopped writing.  The biggest of which is that about a month ago, we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been Four years since we met in Toronto, and the two of us have been living this whole time in a very public relationship (LITERALLY on camera for the first two years while we were in the voyeur dorm) , and then when we moved to NYC, started our blogs, and started doing movies.  After a while, “Damon and Hunter” started to feel more like a franchise than a relationship.  Its not easy to have articles about your relationship being written, being interviewed about your boyfriend, and having a documentary about your relationship being screened.  The blogs, which were a great tool for us at the beginning, started to feel too invasive into our personal lives.  So when things between us hit a rough patch this summer, the last thing we wanted to do was blog about it, or blog about what was going on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, we broke up.  and we’re good.  Really good.  We’re not going to go into details of &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; we broke up, but thats not really any of your business, now is it? We still have an amazing friendship, still live together, and are actually still planning to continue living together &lt;i&gt;as friends&lt;/i&gt;. We met as roommates four years ago, Its fitting that we would continue as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month for us have been full of highs and lows.  Hunter just got a job working in the offices of a great little porn studio here in NYC called Dirty Boy Video, and Damon has been writing for Fleshbot.com.  We’re both working at a club called mr. black on the weekends, Damon as a cocktail server on friday and saturday nights, and Hunter as a go-go boy on Saturdays for Johnny McGovern and his Boys Gone Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few months for us will be about adjusting to this next phase in our lives, and our blogs will be evolving to reflect that.  I think we could both do without tons of emails asking us about the “why?”s of it all and would appreciate you guys resisiting that temptation to do as such.    We thought it best to release a joint statement so that we didn’t have to tell two different versions of the exact same story. Thanks so much for all of your continued support and for checking in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon and Hunter- Doing it &lt;i&gt;Separately&lt;/i&gt;(ok we couldn’t resist that one)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4085/397/1600/image8f398dbc-e3b0-4d6c-8c4d-a6a93ef32975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4085/397/400/image8f398dbc-e3b0-4d6c-8c4d-a6a93ef32975.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-116053921970484166?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116053921970484166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/116053921970484166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-back-after-bit-of-hiatus-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-115654444993092391</id><published>2006-08-25T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:20:49.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm coming out of my blog hiatus long enough to make this post.  I gogo danced at boysroom last night. While I was dancing someone snuck into the back room and took my wallet, my idea, about $300 dollars, and Damon's video ipod.  What a shitty night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-115654444993092391?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115654444993092391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115654444993092391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-coming-out-of-my-blog-hiatus-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-115584829663833097</id><published>2006-08-17T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:04:10.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've noticed I haven't been making much in the way of blog posts lately, and when I have they've been kind of forced.  I've just been writing things because I felt like I should, because so many people have been reading this for so long.  A lot of confusing stuff has been going on lately.  Both Damon and I have been trying to figure out all the "what next?" questions in our lives.  Both trying to segue out of porn, both dipping out of the public eye a little and trying to move on to bar jobs and things and lay low for a while.  I'm saying all of this because I'm not going to be writing in this thing for a while and I'm not sure for how long.  A month?  Two months? Three days? I have no idea.  All that I know is that I've been writing this blog for a couple of years, and even before that I lived my life on camera for 2 years and now I find myself in need of some privacy for a little while.  As much as I've loved this blog and all the wonderful people and things its brought my way I've gotta take a break for myself to figure things out outside of the public eye.  For a little while I need the things I'm doing with my friends and boyfriend and career to be just between the parties involved.  Check back in a month or two and I might be out of this muck and posting again, but for right now its on hiatus.  Thanks so much for reading for so long, and I hope some of you will still be around when I decide to put this thing up and running again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-115584829663833097?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115584829663833097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115584829663833097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sure-youve-noticed-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-115519249636527788</id><published>2006-08-10T02:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:48:16.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to be dancing out on Cherry Grove on Fire Island at The Tides on Thursday and Friday night, so if you're out there come and see me.  If you can't make it out to Fire Island you can see me as always on Saturday at Mr. Black for Boys Gone Wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-115519249636527788?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115519249636527788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115519249636527788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-going-to-be-dancing-out-on-cherry.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-115502195142323973</id><published>2006-08-08T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T03:25:51.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damon and I went out last night even though we hadn't really planned to.  We dropped in at Boysroom for Hotshots where our friends Brandon and Kevin host.  I wound up being dragged into the back to have polaroids of my cock taken for the contest.  Its not so much a big deal anymore, since I'm pretty sure half of New York has seen me without my pants on at this point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there until 3am or so and then trotted off to a friend's apartment for a little while before heading out again.  This time to A.P.T. which, for some strange reason I had never been to before.  There were tons of people we knew there so we had a good time.  The only problem about going to a place like that is leaving.  Its all well and good to be out at a club at 6am when you're indoors and its dark and you don't really have a concept of what time it is but once those doors open and you're faced with the daylight and all the regular people heading to work it is HATEFUL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm looking for something to do during the day now.  I need some sort of structure (nevermind the fact that I REALLY need to pay my rent) so I've put my ear to the ground for word of jobs cocktailing or whatnot during the day.  I'm also in the process of getting my personal training certification.  That could be really good for me since I'm spending so much time at the gym lately anyway.  If you're in New York and you're reading this and you know of anything let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-115502195142323973?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115502195142323973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115502195142323973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/damon-and-i-went-out-last-night-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-115489934214244690</id><published>2006-08-06T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:31:02.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I worked at Boys Gone Wild at Mr. Black again last night.  Its so much fun working there.  Its nice to be able to show up to work and have it not feel like a chore, and to not really give a shit whether I make $5 bucks or $500 bucks in tips (this is an illustration of course, because I sure as hell have not made $500 in tips from dancing LOL).  Damon works there every Saturday too as the cocktail server.  We both love it there, the night fits our style and we really get along with pretty much everyone that works there.  Johnny McGovern is great and so is his boyfriend Kevin (who wrangles the dancers). The other dancers are all hot and most of them are friends of mine already so it just makes life easier.  Linda James is always in the back room back there too and she's very entertaining.  Johnny took a shitload of pictures the other night and he said he's going to send some of them to me so I'll put them up on here when I get them.   I think in a couple of weeks Damon and I are going to do Johnny's podcast.  I'll keep you posted about that but for now I'm going to stop rambling about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its 5:15pm and I've been awake for an hour.  This isn't at all unusual lately since we've both been working a lot.  When we're dancing or serving we usually get off of work at 4am or so.  Afterwards we usually grab some food and come home to eat and have our wind down time.  Its pretty fucking hard to find something decent on T.V. to watch at that hour.  Thank God for the occasional late night episode of Alias.  Most channels are just running infomercials about "stubborn belly fat".  Not cute.  I'll probably head to the gym at 8pm or so tonight.  Hopefully it won't be as busy as last time.  Lately when I go at night it seems like every other queen in Chelsea has decided to go at the same time and its like the fucking Roxy in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-115489934214244690?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115489934214244690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115489934214244690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-worked-at-boys-gone-wild-at-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-115446132570575100</id><published>2006-08-01T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:42:05.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a lot of fun dancing at Fun in Brooklyn (go figure).  I'm not going out again until I work Friday though, my poor body needs a rest.  Until then I'm sitting my ass on the couch and staying out of the heat.  It is SO FUCKING HOT in New York right now.  Its miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-115446132570575100?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115446132570575100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115446132570575100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-lot-of-fun-dancing-at-fun-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-115421671456497057</id><published>2006-07-29T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:45:14.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very, VERY drunken night last night, first at Boysroom and then at Mr. Black.  Tonight its time to do it all again!  I'm dancing at Mr. Black for Boys Gone Wild again so come and see me!  Its always fun and debauched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-115421671456497057?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115421671456497057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115421671456497057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-had-very-very-drunken-night-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6896710.post-115380323269036932</id><published>2006-07-25T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:53:52.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I danced at Boys Gone Wild again Saturday.  It is so much fun!  I'll be dancing there every Saturday now so come see me!  I'm dancing this Thursday on Fire Island, Saturday at Boys Gone Wild at Mr. Black, and Sunday at Fun in Brooklyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6896710-115380323269036932?l=notthatboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115380323269036932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6896710/posts/default/115380323269036932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notthatboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-danced-at-boys-gone-wild-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Hunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15578291289721110247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14770850371567267249'/></author></entry></feed>