Online Fact vs. Online Fiction

Hey guys. I was just changing all my passwords since an ex-roomie of mine got into my e-mail and started messing with all my stuff, and I was looking at some of the sites that I am on. It got me to thinking about what seems to have been the theme of the week in my life, truth vs. fiction. The internet is one great big story book where we can be who we want to be and say what we want to say. There are the people who say one thing online when there is no reflection of that truth in their day to day lives. Hook-Up sites are a prime example of this. Houston, while having a huge gay community, everyone knows everyone. So the guys I see out at the bars and clubs are the ones I see on Adam4Adam, Manhunt, and Grindr. Most of the time what I see in the bars is not what is presented to me on-line!
(I guess as a porn star this is me the pot calling the kettle black, since I don't know any of us that aren't in someways different from our online persona.)
The reason I bring this up is that over the course of the last year I have seen men come and go, whether they be the tricks of the Wylers, dates of Logan, or new "Friends" of Dash or Alejandro. It got me to thinking what these guys see in the men they bring home, so I got online to check it out. The jocks usually are average, the average usually are a bit chubby. (I'm not trying to be a cunt about this at all, just an observation.) This also leads me into what Logan says when it comes to dick size. "Is that eight real inches or eight internet inches?" It makes me wonder if part of the gay obsession to look like a Abercrombie and Fitch model is being fueled by sites like these. So many people on there demand perfection when they themselves are average guys. (Hey, nothing wrong with that! If we were all super hot, I'd be out of a job!) But how can someone be 5'10, 240 lbs and say cut guys only? How can someone be 45 and say no one over 30? No Black! (Not racist just a preference.)

It seems like a very self loathing thing if you ask me. You should love who you are. If you're a big boy, own it or change it! And race preference, I don't understand that... What if your soul mate isn't your "type". What if the guy who was meant for you, has a beer gut, but you don't even talk to him when he comes up to you to say hi because of it? So you spend your life sorting through all the assholes when he is right in front of you but you won't give him the time of day. I think I may have gone off on a tangent from online lying, but thats my two cents on "types" who says your Mister Right isn't your type. There is a soul inside that body that could be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
Well, maybe that wasn't a tangent. Maybe the idea of type and online fibbing are connected? I once heard "Be the guy you want to be with." So is that why we smudge a few few facts? I mean in the end we do find out about the flaws and the white lies don't we? I mean lets take for example this ad I found on Adam4Adam:

I know for a fact a lot of guys around town have talked to Logan or seen him out. So, they can pinpoint the exact same things I did in his ad. (And before your crucify me, I had his permission to post this.) I think Logan is a great guy and think guys should get to know him, but what does it say the first time you meet him out and you can spot obvious misrepresentation of the facts in the manner he chose to present him self. I think it shows that he is hiding something or not confident in who he is. (Confidence IS a turn on boys.) Granted some of these may be slight oversights in anyone's profile but if you can log in every day you can change your info and in 2010 even the crappiest of cellphones have cameras boys.
So if you're a Jock - You're a Jock.
If you're Average -You're Average
If you have a 4 inch dick, it is what it is.
Lets be honest with ourselves and each other. A chubby honest guy is much more attractive than a chubby liar. Just like a Nice jock is better than a douche bag jock. Personality and honesty will get you a long way. So let's put on our smiles and fix our profiles and give everyone a chance to shine!


Peace Out Bro Scouts,
Porter Wescott

Positivity!

Hey guys, I'm back! Welcome to ThePorterWescott.com, I would have gone with just PorterWescott.com but someone decided to maliciously act out against and buy PorterWescott.com hours after I tweeted that I wanted to get it. (Don't worry guys, I'm working on it!) But after the crazy week myself and the porn bloggers have had I want to focus my energies on being positive. With all the mudslinging going on I learned I have fantastic friends, fans, and a wonderful boyfriend who are there to hold my hand in the hard times.
So much has been going on this week it's hard to fill you in on all the going ons! I've spent many late nights with Team Porter (This is what we're calling anyone who helps with the behind the scenes operations of my career.) What do people on Team Porter do? Well it includes my M.S. 150 team, people who are going to help me with volunteer work, basically Team Porter is a team of people giving back to the community that we live in. (And of course those of you who download my porn too! Because you help make Porter Wescott!)

While I'm not a grade A celebrity, (No porn stars are) I'm still in some way a public figure. Porn stars have a few roads we can take, we can be party boys who are self-absorbed and don't see the community we're part off past the the Svedka bottle, or we can give back and be a positive influence on the community with the D-Rate celebrity status we're given. I choose the high road. I choose to party and be pretty but " With Great Porn Comes Great Responsibility." So that's why I'm creating Team Porter. I want to do my part to help rid the porn world of the awful stigma that so many people place on us. This has to be done one model at a time. So this is where I take my stand to make a difference. (But don't worry, I still plan on having penis in my mouth.)

Through the trials of the week I've made some awesome contacts of which one of the highlights has been Davey Wavey! (Who I really hope that I get the chance to collaborate with in the next few months and based on some exciting news that may happen.) I've gotten to speak with some amazing bloggers and people in the biz, such as the gorgeous, multi-talented, and not to mention hung, Phillip Ashton. (I will be meeting him soon, even if he doesn't know it yet.)
I've also embarked on a new business venture. (Don't worry, I'm not leaving Randy Blue anytime soon!) I can't give you too many of the details since they're still being hammered out but let's just say I could very possibly coming to a city very near you soon. (Heck, I might even bring Helga.) It's something that I'm very excited about I'm working with great people to make it happen so cross you fingers and lets hope I can get my act together.
As far as the friend front goes this week, the guys have been great. It's been stressful on myself and them as well. Aside from the things going on in public, everything that our names, and Mason name have been attached to people forget we're more than people on a blog site. We're REAL people going through this. I'm not going to defend myself or be boisterous about it, but despite what is being said about me or any of my friends, finding out Mason has HIV has been emotionally hard on all of us, and we're all coping in our different ways. (Sadly, we're not speaking terms with Mason, but we do wish him the best in his health.)

Aside from what you've all seen, we've had a two birthdays, Alejandro and Dash both had birthdays yesterday and we had a pool party in Alejandros high rise. Cameron Marshall was also in attendance so you know everyone ended up in their underwear in the pool. (Well until the front desk lady came up and told us it was quiet time. But she was really fun about it.) Despite it all, I've realized how lucky I am to have all these people in my life. I'm not just saying that, I'm truly lucky.
On the porn front, you guys should check out my new scene that just went up on Randy Blue. It was pretty hot if you ask me. (The reviews on it agree!) So you should totally check it out.
Well, I hate to cut this short but I did promise a midnight launch of the site and the "Welcome Back" blog was pushed back due to all the technical stuff I had to wade through to figure out how to get this baby running. I hope you enjoy it. There are tons of ways to get ahold of me on here and encourage you to do so. I love talking to my fans, and this means you. So, go ahead give me a tweet, a comment, or a facebook message. I also just got a Formspring, so click on Ask Me Anything and I'll answer every question, no matter how sappy, rude, or just plain silly it is. If you want to leave a comment, click the link at the top of this blog and it will take you to Blogger. Oh, and here are the ribbon cutting girls for enjoy!

Oh, and one more thing:

TO ALL MY SUPPORTERS: I have one favor to ask of you. Despite what was said about making me disappear, I ask you to please continue to watch Mason's porn, to follow his blog, to follow his twitter. Our companies and business should not suffer or be threatened by our own personal squabble. I'm not trying to be a dick and come back at him with this. But if there is one thing I value its family. We're a porn family, the business is a family. If there is a crack it will tumble. So I wish you luck Mason Wyler and a long career and only the best. 

LET THE ADDICTION BEGIN! (Again!) 

Peace Out Bro Scout, 

Porter Wescott

Laura Bell Bundy - Giddy On Up

Hey guys just thought I would share a little more of Laura Bell Bundy's Talent. Where has she been? It's catchy and she looks amazing, even her dance skills. Wow!


Peace Out Bro Scout,

Porter Wescott

Contest Can't Start Till I Have 200 Votes....

(It was The UnSpoken Rule)

The Porter Wescott Contest!

Hey guys in the next few days I'll be announcing a contest where I'll be giving away some stuff on my blog.  What the contest will be is still up for discussion but I want to know what will encourage you the most to to part in the contest so go ahead and click what you'd most like to win!

What Happened To The Wyler's?

I've bit my tongue, I've gagged myself, I've told myself it’s not worth it but I can't do it anymore. I've been twisted and turned, and bent and now I'm broken! The “Wyler’s" are awful people. (Well, to be fair I'm still on good terms with Mason, but he won't give any of us the time of day anymore so we'll just lump him in.) The boys moved out two months early and expected me to cover their part of the rent because they would no longer be living in the house. Why did they move out? Because "Marcus" decided he would rather move back in with his parents and brother in the remote town outside of Houston so he could go sell shoes. Now let me explain why this is frustrating to me. We live, 20 minutes tops from where he got his glamorous job of foot measuring and sock washing and Marcus is too much of a delicate flower to commute I guess. So for awhile Mason and Marcus lived in different places and I really did feel bad for Mason, he missed Marcus because Marcus refused to drive out to visit him and Mason would have to be the one who drove to see him every single day. (Please note, I'm not being a cunt about this part because I understand that the heart needs its other half but really to leave your "boyfriend of 5 years" and refuse to drive across the street to see him is stupid.) So at this point Mason and I were on the outs because he decided to air our roommate dirty laundry in front of my boyfriend at the time Van and I was determined to get out of that situation. So while I'm gone for a few days letting myself unwind and disconnect from the situation it turns out Mason just up and moved out leaving no one living in the house. So there is rent and bills to be paid and no one there! It was insane.




So here I am with a house note, and bills because these two boys who wanted to be together so badly that they lived apart for a month (while Marcus was courting another boy to be one of their infamous and always failing third boyfriends the whole time.) I was happy to an extent to be rid of these two, now keep in mind that Mason is hardly the problem most of the time and usually just lumped in with Marcus, but Marcus had been sleeping with and trying to be friends with my ex, and flaunting it in my face when I constantly told him that it bothered me. "I don't see what the big deal is." Well sir, when someone asks you to stop doing something in their face usually there is a reason.


Offense Two: While we're on the road to Disney World I get a text message from my now ex-roommates very curious to see who was going to be in the house while I was away. I tried to avoid the subject at all costs since seeing that it is now my house and if you left your stuff in it, well you'll just have to wait till I get back in town to get retrieve it. That's how it works when you don't pay rent and just leave your stuff. So I tell him Julian will be in the house and that’s it. Later that week I get a text from Julian saying that someone had been in the house. Turns out Marcus, without telling anyone, goes through the house and just starts to take random stuff. Granted yes, it is your stuff, but it is not your home.


So that means you need to be there when someone else is. Who knows what else he took! I found multiple pairs of my underwear in their dirty laundry and I'm still missing some shirts. So we get home and I discover the pile of unpaid bills was missing! You know the bills they weren't (and haven't) paid and I had to have to get everything changed over! Not only that but I had to pay reconnection and late fees because they let the Gas and Water get turned off.


Third Offense: I understand we parted ways... We didn't talk about it in public its bad business. I have been asked over and over and over and over what happened to Mason, yet I have not said a single bad thing outside of my group of friends. Yet if you go on Wylernation all mention of me is deleted because Marcus didn't like how well I am doing for myself while Mason has to re-image himself. But to go and make it a Porter thing. You can dislike ******** all you want, that’s off camera and that’s our personal stuff but to freaking make this a professional issue is just tacky. (Okay, yeah, I'm airing my dirty laundry right now but my head is about to explode!)


Fourth Strike: Last night, I get a text from Marcus: My parents want our stuff, we're going to get it tomorrow morning. I get this text at like six o'clock. Meaning we have fifteen hours. Okay, here's the thing. It is their stuff so they're entitled to it. I'm not angry about that. But we did have a deal I'd watch it for six months and they won't have to get a storage unit. So it was a fair trade... Well they wanted it back no big... But fifteen hours notice!?! They took the Washer and the Dryer. The Dining room set... The Living Room set... My bed... My roommates bed... The desks... No warning is a bit of problem for me.


The Final Straw... I had met with Marcus a while back and told him since they were no longer paying rent or bills they had to give me back the master key and garage door opener. So he did... This morning I wake up to Mason in my house... He had used a key that they had made. There are two more keys. He basically lied, and when I confronted him he said "I gave you MY key."  They still have keys to the house so they can come and go as they please I believe this is called breaking and entering folks. Oh yes... And Lying... That is what set me over the edge now I have to change the locks and the garage door because how can I trust them not to come and go at their leisure. Why they would come back, I don't know. But do you really leave your door wide open to people who seem hellbent on your destruction!


So the saga ends. No more hunts for their third boyfriends. No more moody fights. No more random men coming over and staying for days because he was staying around for sex that wasn't happening. No more sloppy ass, dishes everywhere and stinking up my bathroom roommates. The Wylers. Not good roommates.


I'd like to end this by saying I miss Mason around. He's a fun guy to hang out with. He's a sweetie and maybe someday down the road we can hang out and you can look me in the eye. You know what I'm talking about. Good luck boys. I wish you the best in life, in love, and in prosperity. But no... We will not be signing another lease together.






Peace Out Bro Scout,


Porter Wescott

Huntsville Rapist Bed Intruder Song

This was a clever post I found that I had to share with you guys. You will die laughing, I know I did.
Peace Out Bro Scout
Porter Wescott

My Friends, My Lovers, My Enemies

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We Have A Real Rapist!

Just another crazy video while I'm enjoying a break this summer.\
Peace Out Bro Scout
Porter Wescott