I haven’t got a lot to report right now, basically because I am in the process of moving and packing.  I think this could very well be the start of a nervous breakdown, considering I need about 4,000 more boxes.  I also need a dumpster connected to my current home, so that I can just start tossing shit out the window.

I hate moving.  If only Mary Poppins were here to snap her fingers and just make the shit dance and sing itself down the road to my new place… now that would be rather “bloody cool.”  Cheerio!

I have been forever changed by NetFlix, and the fact that you can instantly view movies from your PC. The fact that I have access to literally thousands of motion pictures means, that in many ways, I can watch movies I have wanted to see for so long - but never had the time. It’s like a huge buffet of candy, and I am on a sugar high.

The HBO documentary special “Private Dicks: Men Exposed” is just one example of a film that I would have not watched, had it not been for my ability to stream at will. The fascination that I have with learning, compounded with a study of the male penis, is almost like a fucking Christmas present to me, and I love presents.

The film studies various aspects of male issues, including: gender identity, penis size, penis enlargement, virginity, masturbation, impotence, and of course sex drive. The various people speaking in the film, some who appear naked with either nubby penises or 10 inch powerdrivers, all provide some very delightful insight on how society as a whole perceives the dick.

This fascinated me, simply because for the most part my blog does not go a few days, much less a week, without me talking about a cock or posting some photo of a schlong for people to gawk at. What is the obsession? According to the film, “Private Dicks: Men Exposed” - the male penis is not something that has been respected enough. In fact, the whole aspect of being male, in general, is based on a secret identity (of self) and one’s masculinity through “their penis,” and various opinions on “their penises.”

One man stood out above all the other men in the movie, and he calls himself Jim, a 52 year old very in shape man who was not happy with his penis size, and so he opted to have it enlarged.

There is no good way to say this, but Jim’s penis of course is spoken of in a context where the “penis” has the power, and during sex Jim believes that he becomes “one” with his penis, and that he is - indeed - one giant cock. Well, I have to hand it to Jim on many levels, because when he whips out his member on camera to show the enlargement, I literally almost fell out.

Ok, so Jim’s penis wasn’t the largest I had ever seen, but it wasn’t small either. The power of the male ego is not driven solely by size alone, but by one’s perception of their own anatomy. I can fully respect this, and completely understand that while those with a smaller size may feel inadequate, those with larger sized penises could ultimately also feel inadequate, or mutated. The ego is a mysterious force, and by nature we tend to flock towards the alpha male with his dominant leadership role, and overpowering ability to make something bleed. In short, the smaller man has trouble dealing with this role, and I find that to be basically what this film concludes to.

Men are defined by their penis, whether they want to admit it or not.

As a person who worships myself, and feels honored to be me - I know that I certainly am driven by my penis, and it doesn’t define me - but it motivates me, and my blog. The question is, how do genitals and sexual identity motivate and define you (as the reader) and what terms of sexual pleasure do you focus on when getting ready to jump in the bed with a partner?

Do you focus on hard-ons? Sexual vigor? Stamina? Size? Width? Oral sex? Anal? The fact that we have penetrable members, as males, means only that we have the ability to penetrate - but it does not define what we do after penetration occurs. In other words, skills are required to operate that equipment, dude.

Now, here is Jim and his penis for your viewing pleasure:

and tadaa…… sausage fest:

Suddenly, it feels a bit warm in here doesn’t it?

Ladies and Gents, it’s time to update the link to this blog because you can now access this website by simply going to: www.JakeWheat.com.  It’s an easier way to remember where to get your dose of daily Jake Wheat’ism and of course to dine on some of the most delicious drippings from my brain.

So, if you have the link locked on your favorites list - you need change nothing, but if you want to spread the good word about Jake Wheat to everyone you know, just have them head over to JakeWheat.com, and forget all the added mess of the longer (and frankly more disturbing) formal URL.  ALL HAIL JAKE WHEAT!  JakeWheat.com is here!  The EGO has most certainly formed it’s own dot com, omg.

I have said it in multiple posts that one of my all time favorite horror flicks is “Fear of Clowns,” and I am sticking to my guns on this one.  If you have read my blog before, you know that it is largely due to my insane crush on “Shivers” the psychotic buff clown that runs around shirtless, killing people with his masculinity, er, and his axe.

I have been fortunate enough to speak in e-mail to the Director of this wonderful film, and he pointed out that Patrick Fillion, also shares my unhealthy obsession with this clown (Mark Lassise), and drew up a rather nice picture of Shivers, with some added bonus material that you won’t find on the DVD.  Of course, I have never wanted to rip off clown pants so fast in my life, and now when the circus CUMS to town I am going to have to explore my will-power - and not to toot any “horns” while I am underneath the “big top.”  This is just one of those many side-elements to a film that I am sure was unexpected for the Director, and yet - is not very surprising to me.  Gay horror icons, whether intentional or not, are very hot to me and the thought of Shivers running around half naked (stripper the clown) in his costume, is frankly, a very nice fantasy.

Ok, sorry Kevin and Mark - I will shut up now.

It must be very liberating to play music naked, and of course hot have anyone arrest you afterwards.  Myself, I have gone skinny dipping numerous times with friends (mostly straight girls and guys, too shay..) and have enjoyed being naked in public.

Flea, on the other hand, is one of those men who requires little to no boundaries when it comes to flashing “Lil’ Flea” to the general public during a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert.

I love Flea, (and lil’ flea) and I must admit that I find it liberating to know that he doesn’t care who checks out his junk while rocking out to his music on stage. My admiration for nudity is, of course, as Red Hot as the Chili Peppers themselves…. but I digress.