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Callum Z. Blabber has had some time off this week, from the daily grind of updating former and current guests of Loveless Motel, or luring new ones. Far from getting away as originally planned, he's found himself stuck in his Aluminum City quarters, going through old boxes of shit he should have tossed years ago, cleaning cat boxes in "the cat room", and otherwise busying himself while his money sits unspent in his surprisingly healthy trust fund. His guilty pleasure, pursuit of a latent career in cabaret as a one man band has been on hold but he's even carved out a few hours of time to practice, despite the complaints of his nearby neighbors who complain that the thin tin can walls of a trailer seem to amplify the sound. He's shrugged off the complaints and invited a few of the biggest complainers in for drinks and mini-concerts, and things have calmed down. His medley of Piaf tunes is particularly popular - he brings some of his pals to tears with his version of Non, je ne regrette rien, but they liven back up when he transitions to L'Accordeoniste. Some of the guys are Certified Hustlers - it's like being in home territory. Since he can't sing and play the harmonica simultaneously, he hands out lyric sheets. It's a fucking party! The Accordionist The prostitute is beautiful (lit. Girl of pleasure) Over there on the corner She has a client Who fills her stockings up (pays) When her job is done She goes on her way Looking for a bit of dreams At a dance hall in the suburbs Her man is an artist He's a strange, little guy An accordionist Who knows how to play the java (a dance) She hears the java But she doesn't dance She doesn't even look at the dance floor And her loving eyes Follow the vigorous playing And the wiry, long fingers of the artist It gets under her skin From the bottom, from the top She has the urge to sing, it's physical All of her being is tensed Her breath is held it's a work of art shaped by the music The prostitute is sad Over there on the corner Her accordionist Left to be a soldier When he comes back from war They will have a house She will be the cashier And he will be the boss How beautiful life will be They'll be true big-shots And every night for her He'll play the java She hears the java That she hums softly She looks again at her accordionist And her loving eyes Follow the vigorous playing And the wiry, long fingers of the artist It gets under her skin From the bottom, from the top She has the urge to cry, it's physical All of her being is tensed Her breath is held It's a work of art shaped by the music The prostitute is alone Over there on the corner The girls who are sulking The men don't want And too bad if she dies Her man is never coming back Farewell to all of those beautiful dreams Her life is fucked Nevertheless her tired legs Take her to the dive (dance hall) Where there's another artist Who plays all night long.... She hears the java She listens to the java... She closes her eyes... Those wiry, vigorous fingers It gets under her skin From the bottom, from the top She has the urge to yell out, it's physical And so to forget She begins to dance, to turn To the sound of the music... STOP! Stop the music...

Latest news about this blog 6/1/24 - added a link to a list of some of my favorite posts to the side bar - this is attached to a poll post (just scroll past the poll if you don't want to take it, to see the list of favorites. ********************************* 5/9/24 - #photodump - a tag I use when I'm lazy and can't think of a storyline to build A post using #photodump usually has several pics that are related in some way, like a bunch of cowboys, or men standing on one foot...that kind of thing. Tags are located at the top of each post but don't actually use the "#" here. Click on one to see other posts that have used it. Don't be shy. ********************************* 4/29/24 - FYI-TALKIES! As an experiment, I have added sound narration of post #527. Monday Morning Breakfast Roundup. Just for fun, you can hear the actual voice of Callum Z. Blabber, Publicist and Communications Manager, read the text. It pretty much sounds like it was recorded by connecting two tin cans with a piece of string. "Quelle Vintage!" Each "paragraph" has it's own sound file below and to the left of the picture associated with it. Don't expect much. ********************************* 4/26/21 - added content to: "What's in the Box - Unboxing Blogs on AdonisMale" - (tips for readers and writers of blogs on Adonis) ********************************* 4/21/2024 - Caught up! After the AdonisMale hard drive crash several months ago, I have now completed the rebuild of Loveless Motel Parody backup on AdonisMale. As such, all 519 posts are in sync with the blog on Blogger, and going forward, posts will be copied here as they appear on Blogger. At this point, I'm creating approximately one post per day. ********************************* This space will be used for creative and technical information about the blog and its posts, and act as an archive for announcements. It can be accessed from the home page of the blog, appearing on the right hand margin with other links, and can be accessed from any active post in the same location when viewed on a desktop or laptop device. ********************************* 2/7/2024 - A little Bit of Background: Loveless Motel Parody first made its appearance on the old newTumbl platform which ceased to exist after thousands of users had looked to it as a solution to Tumblr banning adult material/porn on its platform, only to find that the site in its entirety was taken down unexpectedly by the developers. I had 3 blogs there, each with many thousands of followers, including ParkBenchCruising, GayVarietyShow and LovelessMotelParody. Seeking out a new home, I settled on Blogger, one of the oldest blogging platforms around, where each now resides. Since adult content seems to be always on the defensive on free sites, I decided to seek another platform to create the identical material, as a backup, and discovered the blogging option on AdonisMale, and recreated over 400 posts here. Then there was a crash! Since then, with the Blogger version still intact and growing, I decided to look into another platform as well and am in the process of recreating it on Reblogme. Reluctant to commit hours daily to recreate the content here, I will be adding the posts a few at a time, again, for Loveless Motel Parody. (The third time is a charm, so they say.) You can check out all 3 of my Blogger blogs here: Loveless Motel Parody Using vintage gay porn to tell tall tales Park Bench Cruising Gay men cruising for sex in the great outdoors: Gay Variety Show A gay porn, humor and lifestyle blog

In an odd twist of fate, Paul, the blind piano player who plays nearly every night at Tickler's Lounge, the piano bar located off the lobby at Loveless Motel, has been sidelined for a week. A certified hustler with a questionable sense of humor who was visiting his room told heavily inebriated Paul that a waffle iron was in fact a hand warmer, and consequently our musician has square burn marks on the palm and several fingers of his right hand. As luck would have it, Paul's pal Lee has just begun a two week vacation in 3 bedroom luxury trailer at Aluminum City, and has offered to step in for a few days while Paul recuperates. Some may recognize Lee, who has a reputation among a lucky few for having beefy thighs that could crack walnuts, but we ask patrons to respect the privacy of our guests who are generally here incognito to experience some of the resort's more earthly delights

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