WE DECIDED TO SUCK IT UP..........

........and move the blog. Our new address is:

http://www.billinexile.com.

You can make the jump to the new site simply by clicking on the address above. Please update our address if you've got us listed in your Favorite Places or the links section of your blog. If you don't already have us there then please put us there.

Go on, do it now!




Scott

AN ANNOUNCEMENT FROM SCOTT

I've disabled the comments for the next twenty four hours or so while the blog gets set up at it's new home in order to help ease with the importation of the content from Blogger to WordPress.

If you've got something to say, hold that thought until we're able to launch the new site Monday morning November 27th.

Scott

A POST FROM THE JOINT

Dear Scott,

Did you see that Michael Richards tirade on TV today? Holy shit! Is that guy off his meds or what? I particularly liked the part where he screamed "Nigga, Nigga, Nigga" at the black hecklers in the audience in a faux British accent. What do you suppose that was meant to signify?

Anyway, there was a huge discussion about the event here amongst the Hoople Heads and brothers with the Hooples taking the position that it wasn't prejudiced because Richards is a Jew and members of minorities can't be prejudiced against other minorities. Can you fucking believe? I'm telling you I just about choked at that little bit of jaw droppingly stupid social theorizing.

The brothers of the Nation of Islam and the home boys of course took exactly the opposite view going to the extreme and even espousing their current favorite theory that EVERYONE is prejudiced against blacks even if they may not be prejudiced against other minorities and because of this condition blacks therefore, are the ONLY minority group with an inherent right to be prejudiced against anyone else they may choose to dislike.

This argument was made with a completely straight face when I raised the point that of all the "oppressed minorities" blacks are historically the most virulently homophobic even to the point of hating fags more than they hate whitey. Which, as I pointed out is interesting given that us fags come in all hues and colors and have really never done anything bad or oppressive toward blacks other than to simply try to exist peacefully.

Of course, that was met with sputtering rage and comments about disgusting butt sex and unnatural lifestyles that didn't contribute anything toward the propagation of the species which is, in their opinion,the most important reason for being. At that I turned to the group of black inmates most vocally making this argument as we sat in the TV lounge and said,

"Well, why should us fags worry about propagating the species when we've got young black men like you making babies and then abandoning them and their mothers because you're too fucking shiftless to step up and be responsible for the kids that you bring into the world?"

So now I'm worried that the Nation of Islam boys have a contract out on me and if they weren't such a bunch of shit talking pussies I'd really be worried. All the same Scott, if you don't hear from me in a week or two you'll know that I got shanked in the shower.

Love

Bill

A BOY FOR SCOTT

SOME LOCAL COLOR

A great shot that appeared in the Seattle Times the other day of a plane on final approach into Boeing Field here in Seattle.

The mountain is Mt. Rainier, known to locals simply as "The Mountain"

THE SOUNDTRACK OF MY LIFE

My youngest brother and I once drove from LA to San Francisco via the Pacific Coast Highway in a rented convertible on a gorgeous Southern California day and we must have listened to this CD a dozen times during the course of the drive.

It's still one of my all time faves.

A Boy For Bill

TERRENCE AT RED ONE

A very dedicated reader in North Carolina named Jon wrote in and reminded me that this week is the anniversary of the Battle of Tarawa during World War II.




Marine dead at Red One

A first hand and truly harrowing account of the battle is provided by my dear friend Terrence here in part 1, here in part 2 and here in part 3 of the posts titled Terrence at Red One.

Terrence fought at Tarawa and watched his friends and loved ones die there and his account of those three days are well worth reading on this Thanksgiving week 2006.

As you read Terrence's account of that battle long ago think of the young men who gave their lives in service to this country on those horrific days in 1943 and since and of the young men and women who will give their lives in the future, and realize as you think about their shared sacrifices on our behalf that they are the true American heros whom we should all be celebrating, giving thanks for and paying close attention to and not the Tom Cruises, Paris Hiltons or Britneys and K-Feds of the world who have done so little to contribute anything worthwhile to our collective lives.


Happy Thanksgiving.

Scott
Seattle 2006

A COOL VIDEO FROM A COOL GROUP

This is a great vid by The Art of Noise. Turn up the volume.



If you watch it through to the end you'll see that it was filmed on the High Line in Manhattan. For those who aren't familiar with New York City the High Line is the abandoned elevated railroad track that runs for 1.5 miles south from the 34th street railyards to the Meat Packing District in the Village.



In places the tracks actually run through the center of buildings twenty feet above street level. The High Line is presently being converted into an elevated public park that will also house an extension of the Museum of Modern Art. It is being designed by Field Operations Landscape in conjunction with Diller, Scofidio + Renfro Architects.

THE SOUNDTRACK OF MY LIFE

There was a short period in the early 80's where I was fucking Brian Hawks - pictured below - and who many porn afficionados may remember from his star turns in extravaganzas like The Bigger the Better and Like A Horse among others. Bill mentions our little hook-ups in a Post From The Joint here.




We always met at the same shitty bar on 2nd Avenue in New York and whenever I came in he would already be there and we would pretend not to know one another. Eventually one of us would always put this song on the jukebox.

A LETTER TO BILL

Dear Bill,

Well, I’m certainly happy to hear that you weren’t sent to the hole although not being able to talk on the phone with you is definitely going to suck. Can I make a suggestion? Why don’t you try to quit smoking. Also, perhaps “sticking it to the man” by mouthing off to the guards is something that given your present state of incarceration may not be in your best interest. Just something to think about.

On an unrelated note you asked about the blog in your last letter and to answer your question: It’s going well. We’ve gone from pretty much zero readers a day during our six month hiatus from blogging to more than a thousand a day in the two months that we’ve been back up and running. I have a geek in Australialand who is working frantically on redesigning the site and moving it to a new home away from Blogger, as I think I mentioned in an earlier letter, and I anticipate that will occur this weekend as a matter of fact. Providing of course that I am able to figure out the intricacies of Word Press.

I think you’re going to like the design – it’s edgy yet very clean – it’s just a shame that I can’t print it as it appears on the internets tubes and send it to you so you can see it. Although maybe Robert the designer guy can figure that out.

Lets see, the book from Cleis Press, Best Gay Erotica 2007, that some of the more filthy posts from the blog appear in is apparently “on the truck” as the editor has informed me and will be at bookstores this week. It is also available on Amazon.com and I’ll make sure to send you a copy so you can impress all your fellow hoodlums there in the joint. One of our favorite bloggers, Alex from the Great Cock Hunt, is included in the collection as well with a great piece that I’ll print off the galleys and send along with this letter.

Oh, we made it into a magazine in Australialand that I forgot to mention a while back. Inside Out Australia did a piece on boys behind bars and interviewed me online for it and they included excerpts from a couple of our letters from the blog. I’ve included a copy of it for you and Bill in Exile readers can find it here. The beautiful and talented Nicky from Californication is one of their correspondents and he posted a great review of a big party that happened in Sydney recently called Xtreme – Gotham City. I would have loved to have been there for it if for no other reason that to get a chance to see Nicky's really big........... uh, hometown?

Anyway, that’s the news from here. I’m gonna get the dogs out on their morning walkabout and then I'm off to the gym. Gotta stay huge you know? Sorry it's so boring here but the boys are away at their respective families for the holiday and I'm stuck here solo with the pets. Which as you know, I consider the very best way to spend a holiday. With the pets.

XXOO

Scott

THE EX BOYFRIEND: FASHION FORWARD OR FASHION VICTIM?

Here's' a cute shot of The Men of Hot House from the Hot House blog Hot Flash.

Front and center is my ex boyfriend Brent aka Little Rock demonstrating his fashion (non)sense wearing some sort of schmatte that harkens back to the days of Genghis Khan crossing the Mongolian Steppes.

You go girrrl! No really, go! Go on back to Mongolia with your bison wearing self!







*****UPDATE*****

Just got a call from an outraged, OUTRAGED I SAY, ex boyfriend who informed me that the article of apparel in question is actually a piece of "couture" from Needless Markup I mean Neiman Marcus and that it is most definitely not Gobe Desert Bison but is, in fact, "White Mink". Apparently it was a gift from a dear friend who told Little Rock he would look perfect in it.

I remember years ago we would all be getting ready to head out clubbing at the Roxy and the Sound Factory and we'd have this weekly competition to see which of us could get my gorgeous then 23 year old twink of boyfriend Little Rock to agree to wear the most ridiculous outfit imaginable while at the same time convincing him that it looked fabulous on him.

The best example being the time our friend Terry got him to dress up as Debbie Gibson complete with Vaccero hat and skin tight black stretchy clam diggers.

The more things change the more they stay the same it seems.

Scott

BUSH GETS SCHOOLED IN HISTORY

BILL'S PRISON PENPALS

I frequently get requests from readers for Bill's mailing address in prison. Although Bill is thrilled to receive mail from readers I've tended not to want to keep his address permanently posted on the blog just because I don't want the Federal Bureau of Prisons to fuck with him about me maintaining a website in which I post his correspondence to me.

From time to time, and when I've received a number of requests from readers for contact info, I'll post his address for any and all who may be interested. Such as right now.

William Cullum 55552-054
United States Prison, Lewisburg
Satellite Camp P.O. Box 2000
Lewisburg, PA 17837

DON'T send Bill any pictures with nudity below the waist - it'll just get confiscated - or any illegal contraband. He'll get in trouble and you'll get arrested and be joining him in the joint.

If you want to send books please do so through Amazon.com. Books sent direct from the sender will be confiscated. Books on any subject will do nicely since Bill is a voracious reader, is stuck there at least for the next 3 years and once he's done with a book it gets circulated among his little inmate book club for discussion during their weekly meetings while they smoke illicit cigarettes together and lie to one another about how when they get out they'll never break the law again.

Readers are still free to contact me via my email address in my profile any time they wish, especially if they have filthy pictures of themselves that they would like to share with me and the boys.

Scott