Ryan is back listed on the site (hot!) and your webmaster is home from 3 months away in Korea. So, hopefully, this blog will begin to see a little more activity.

We’re definitely looking to list more escorts. If you might be interested, please contact us.

On Saturday, August 7, there will be a Tea Dance at The Blue Moon Resort featuring a full bar and go-go boys. It will benefit the Southern Nevada Association of Pride.

We hope to see you there!

Here are some photos of past events: Blue Moon Event Photos

So now it’s back to the basics. Day one of my awesome new Journey again. An old timer once told me that “Square One Sucks!” But it doesn’t have to suck for long… right?

It’s 5am Vegas time and I’ve had a good nights sleep. Lots to get done today including all of my laundry, cleaning the kitchen, the gym, work on my friend’s website, grocery shopping, my day job (which starts at 3pm) and hopefully an appointment tonight. I deposited all my money in the bank and have a decent balance to start with. I have to penny pinch because of some big events coming in June including a bachelor party for one of my friends from High School where I said I would pay for a table at ‘Sapphire’ for 5 people and a trip to Florida lined up in July. I also want to get back to Ohio for a few weeks sometime this summer, that will be expensive too.

So now its time to get to work. Lets see how well this day goes.

I started this blog 3 months ago because I sucked at managing my life. I had no discipline and it was no where more obvious then with my finances where I was averaging 5 overdraft fees per month in my bank account. Since I started this blog the average number of overdrafts is 0.

My life is going well now. I feel some promise for my future. I still need good guidance and a game plan, but for now I know that I’m in a good ’starting position’ to make things happen. I am also starting a new job on Monday, which I am excited about, and I have an old friend who has moved to Vegas that I am happy to have here with me.

Wish I had more to say, but I’m drawing a blank. Don’t be afraid to call me when you’re in Vegas. Lets have lots of fun!

The webmaster is about to leave to Korea for several weeks and Greg seems to have a touch of writer’s block.

Here is a little something to amuse you until we can think of something a little more pertinent to blog about.

I recorded it yesterday at the Blue Moon Resort.

It’s a very convenient place to take naked pictures and videos because it’s all clothing optional. Also, they’re our friends.

You can still watch the old video by looking at my profile page greg.callboylv.com

This one is the new video:

My All Time Favorite Joke

by Conor Friedersdorf

A man walks into a bar.

He wears a charcoal gray suit, a charcoal hat, charcoal socks, black leather shoes, and a silver Porsche watch on the wrist of the hand that carries a rather large briefcase, which he carefully sets down before straddling a stool and addressing the bartender.

“A Knob Creek Manhattan, up,” the man says.

“Sure thing, buddy.”

As the bartender turns his back to mix the drink, the contents of the briefcase are emptied, and when he returns, serving the drink on a square napkin, he sees spread out on the shiny wooden bar top a miniature piano, a tiny piano stool to scale, and atop it a little man, 12 inches tall, playing faint music that sounds like Brahms’ Piano Concerto 2 in B flat major.

“Well I’ll be damned,” the bartender says. “Where did you get a little guy like that?” He hunches over to scrutinize the musician more closely. “Look at those long, tiny fingers!”

The man, having gulped half his drink, says nothing, but the bartender presses him, and finally he erupts. “It’s a long story,” the man says. “But it all started with this magic lamp.” At this he reaches back into the briefcase, produces in his diminutive hands a small, golden lamp, and shoves it toward the bartender, who yanks the towel from his waist and begins polishing.

POOOF!

When the smoke clears, a genie is revealed hovering in the air between the man and the bartender. “You’ve got one wish,” the genie demands. “Use it or lose it.”

The bartender stammers. “I’ll be,” he says, feeling rushed. “Well I guess I wish for… I wish for… I wish for $10 million bucks!”

POOOF!

The genie is gone.

The bar is quiet, except for the faint sound of Brahms rising from the bar top, and the bartender, regaining his composure, starts to worry.

“Hey, what about my wish,” he says. “Nothing happened.”

But that very moment, over at the open door, a fluttering is heard, and then a quack, and in waddles a duck, followed by a second duck, and a third — and soon the bar is filling with a badelynge, a bunch, a brace, a grouse, a whole flock of quacking mallards. They stream in without end.

“Now wait just a minute,” the bartender cries. “I see what’s happening here! I didn’t wish for a million ducks! I wished for a million bucks!”

The man, world weary, sighs knowingly.

“Do you think,” he said, “that I wished for a twelve inch pianist?”

This is just something funny we saw on Eric Durchholz's site

Eric Durcholz is brilliant. Here is an interview.

When I started a few years back I was the new Cute Guy. I was so lost and no idea how to manage in this business. I would make a large chunk of money in one night and by the time I got home the money was gone. I needed guidance and before long I met some older Guys who could help me: Greg, Tyler, Casey, Aaron and Chris. They were Role Models and anytime I needed help, or most importantly just someone to be with in this business of loneliness, I could rely on them to always be there. They were like my big brothers who were always looking out for me. Now they are all gone. They have moved on to bigger things (and they knew they hit the age limit and weren’t going to work for less money).  I actually miss Aaron the most because he was my best friend in this business.

During my meditation today I focused on the time I spent with the new guy today and a feeling and Vision came into my head accompanied with a popping noise. The vision was of me walking down the hall of my High School during the last week of Classes my Senior Year. The feeling was warm and I felt so accomplished and confident. It occurred to me with that vision that it is time to graduate. I don’t want to be in this business to the bitter end of despair. Its time to leave while I still Love it.

I have to be the Role Model now as well. I was always the kid who needed guidance, but now the tables have turned, I have to be the person with their shit together and live my life as an example for others to follow. The thought of that gives me the same feeling I had walking down the hallway my Senior Year; and what a feeling it is.

More Deets to Follow, but for now know this: My Purpose is to be the Role Model.

A Las Vegas tradition continues with FREE Sunday BBQ at Blue Moon. Burgers, Dogs, BBQ Chicken, Sausages, Salads, Chips and Salsa. Food is served at 12:00 and is served until its gone – usually around 2:00 pm – Crowded until 5 or 6.

The Blue Moon is our local gay resort. You won’t mistake if for the Wynn, it’s not enormous. But it is clothing optional Besides the nice pool, there’s a waterfall, a Jacuzzi, a steam room. It’s a very nice place to spend a Sunday afternoon, or any afternoon when the weather is as fine as it is today. Day passes are available.