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About Storme Delarverie Storme Delarverie photo by Diane Arbus - 1961 Sush Yuniyoshi, author of the coffee table book sensation, "Brrrr...How Cold is this Blood, Already?", called up Nic the Senior Manager a while back with a request. Fresh off his success after a round of television appearances and fish parties, his cousin, an aspiring writer, had been suffering from writer's block and just needed to get away for a bit, so joined a traveling female impersonator review as the "boy" master of ceremonies. "Scout" is only 21 and would it be okay if he brings Scout along for a weekend hiatus to enjoy the fresh rural air and do some research? Sush promised to be a watchful chaperone to keep "Scout" from getting in too deep. After twisting Nic's arm, he's vowed that no-one would know she's a "girl" scout. Sush said he just wants some "me" time. Nic acquiesced "Just keep her out of the Bunkhouse and the Silver Bullet Bar"

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Opening weekend seems to have gone off without a hitch at Nutbush Campground at Loveless Motel. Many campers took the time to explore the trails, and Snap Wadmacher of Shutter Bug Camera Shop tagged along and got some great shots of our nature lovers' activities. Paying customers can expect to have their photos arrive in plain brown mailers soon, (with a return address of "Fishing Camp") to the addresses provided to the check-in desk upon registration. This, of course, may present a challenge for a few men, who upon receiving the news that their picture packs may fall into the hands of mothers or wives, can rest assured that if they choose instead to cancel their orders that their pictures will be sold in our shops to paying customers in order to recoup the cost of goods and Snap's time, and be part of the annual Big Book of Deadbeats sold during the holiday season here in the shops at Loveless Motel and by mail order via advertisements found in smutty magazines in arcades and adult book shops across the land.

Our happy task is to welcome every guest, make every guest feel welcome, and provide a happy place where strangers come to make instant friends and leave with the hope and promise of coming back for more, and soon. Every day's a holiday at our little love shack, and you'll find more ways to shack up than meets the eye, if you know how and where to look. Our staff is happy to help by creating a perfect itinerary for your stay, in advance of your arrival, or in a private consultation upon your arrival! For example, if you're not yet sure of what mode of transportation you'll use, just call Don at the front desk and he'll be happy to set you straight on your best options for a good ride. So hop on your phone and start planning now! The pleasure is all yours! Derrick will be arriving by bus, and wanted to to know what activities we could recommend at the Tulsa station - we told him he wouldn't even need to leave the station to have a good time. He's even looking forward to his wait now. Buster got excited when we mentioned that since he's flying out of Dallas, he could join the Mile High club just as soon as the seatbelt light comes off. Another one of our guests is also on his flight and just happens to be a steward working on that same flight and will be happy to "fill him in". Tom's a bit apprehensive - a long-haul driver coming from a small farm town in New England and driving down the coast for the first time alone has him on edge, but we gave him a list of interstate rest stops we're sure he'll be relieved to find. <script src="https://static.elfsight.com/platform/platform.js" data-use-service-core defer></script> <div class="elfsight-app-f563b2bd-91ce-4e7a-8cda-437cb4de5d49" data-elfsight-app-lazy></div>

Latest news about this blog 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

Yesterday was the big day - Loveless Motel has been working for months creating a campground to expand its spring, summer and fall accommodations and despite a forecast of rain, the big parade started off at the Motorpool, as promised. Hard Tack manager Will U Bonus kilted up to pipe the assembled crowd into the campground, the parade winding down past the Bunkhouse, through the newly constructed archway. On the shores of the campground swimming hole, a lone player answers Will's call. A drum and brass trio escorted a solid line of VW campers through the Nutbush Campground arch, and the day was off to a perfect start.

Juicy Fruit A gay man who has diarrhea -1960s- "So we all headed over to Boston for the weekend for their Bean Festival and then we went to the flicks to see Montgomery Clift get eaten alive by the natives in Suddenly Last Summer, and you might as well have called us a box of juicy fruits. Nobody made it to the last scene."

Just hitting the shelves are 12 new titles at After Midnight Arcade, located off the lobby at Loveless Motel. It doesn't really open at midnight. You can go in there and drop quarters 24 hours a day, seven days a week, if you like. The spooge brigade is eager to clean up after you - those eager lads who have entered into the work release program after having been incarcerated in the Hoosegow for looking at a bartender cross-eyed, wearing a combination of a horizontally striped shirt with vertically striped pants, complaining about pubic hairs in the coleslaw at our restaurants - all of these types of infractions have lead to our ability to provide a spotless arcade environment for your prurient pleasure.* * We recognize that some of the infractions mentioned may seem a tad trivial, but when you consider the prospect of not having adequate help to do the menial tasks required by any business, signing a waiver exposing our lodgers to the slight risk of becoming conscripted is really a small matter compared to the possibility of wandering around in squalor while on vacation.

Loveless Motel is gearing up for a wet and wild season by interviewing for Lifeguard positions for both Lake Loveless and our pool. Aspirants should join other interested men at the old hangar located in the Motor Pool area for a whistle blowing demonstration to be held soon, followed by a lecture on best blowing practices, recognizing situations in which blowing is the best course of action, and how to recover from an unsuccessful blow. You may bring your own whistle (please, no slide whistles or kazoos) or you may purchase a plastic souvenir gag whistle at a nominal cost, from the remaining stock of those offered at last year's popular Lunch and Learn lecture in the Grab-Basket Conference Room, "The the subtle differences between sucking and blowing" Whistles are randomly incised with either "Blow me at the Loveless Motel pool" or "I got blown at Loveless Motel" or "I got thrown out of the Loveless Motel Pool for blowing this whistle"

Loveless Motel guests were entertained last night in an impromptu surprise appearance by frequent guests working under the names of Smith and Smith at Footlight Fairies Cabaret, with a special cameo guest who appeared briefly on stage, to the shock and delight of the small crowd assembled that evening, unbeknownst to management ahead of time, and afterwards escorted quickly off the property and put in a cab. Women are not allowed at Loveless Motel in any capacity, though we secretly employ one woman in the kitchen whose specific task is to make coleslaw for all restaurants on the property. She's 78, nearly blind and very hard of hearing, goes commando and straddles the bucket as she mixes a batch of 30 pounds at a time, which we have asked her not to do, but everyone raves about the coleslaw so management has decided to leave well enough alone - hands off the coleslaw lady, per Nic. Anyway, our California guests ("Cary Grant and Randolph Scott got nothin' on us...") seek rest and solitude while sneaking away to our little Tryst Town, and Loveless guests know to the respect the privacy and anonymity of men they may recognize. After all, that's what gloryholes are for.

Jack Leyendecker, talent scout for Loveless Motel's intern program, made a trip to Tuba City, Arizona on a tip he received from an old friend that there was a cluster of young men there who showed promise and he might be able to fill half his quota in one stop. These fellows were all enrolled at the local community college voc/tech school, all had been members of the same basket ball team in high school, and continued their gamesmanship in weekend get togethers at a local desert ranch under the guiding hand of the auto mechanic instructor there. The end of the term and their training completed, Jack conducted interviews and convinced eight of them to come to Loveless Motel as interns, with the opportunity to have practical experience in the Motor Pool, and learn a bit about the hospitality industry, to boot. Naturally the men congregated together, and even stayed in one small dorm in the Bunkhouse where they interacted with some of the guests, attended classes, but kept largely to themselves. Talk soon began among the other members of the class that the Arizona lads had some interesting, nay, weird fucking notions. Uncle Joe, Loveless Motel's chief classroom facilitator and disciplinarian, had encountered them hunched around a beach ball one afternoon during a class break, and learned they had never seen one before except in Annette Funicello movies, since they'd all grown up in the desert. Seemingly amazed by the sight of it, they rolled, poked and prodded the ball around the pool deck, and Joe opened the conversation with them as he approached the group by saying "Have you ever seen the movie "The Dictator", where Hitler bounces a beach ball Earth off his ass?" And from out of nowhere, one of the beach ball gazers says "The Earth ain't round - it's flat". The other guys laughed, and one chimed in "He's a nut job, don't mind him, Uncle Joe. We all know the earth ain't flat." and then out of the same mouth "same as we all know Ike was a commie, just like we learned in Automatic Transmission Class". Uncle Joe replied "Looks like the John Birch Society is alive and well in Tuba City!" to which the kid says "How'd you know?" Fuck fuck fuck. Joe thought to himself...and I have to take these guys camping. "Okay guys, let's get showered and then it's back to class."

The soft opening of Nutbush Campground is being conducted by the current class of interns of Loveless Motel Internship Program. Their graduation contingent on successfully completing a group challenge, they're tasked with venturing out onto the nearly complete Nutbush Campground and finding a tent site. They must scout out sites anywhere on the property, vast by any measure, and lay claim to the perfect spot. Several site styles have been constructed, including full hookup, partial hookup, and "rustic" sites which have absolutely no amenities, relying on a camper's skills to survive in the wild (or more likely what they will chose because it's all they can afford). Interns are scouting the "rustic" variety, hiking to a spot and pitching a tent, where-ever. These gents decided on the rock pictured above, agreeing, to a man, that it would provide a nice solid floor and drainage in the event of rain. Never fucking mind that you can't drive a stake into a rock.

One of our booking agents in the phone room at Loveless Motel reports an anxious guest has lodged a complaint, and the conversation went like this: Agent: Good morning - let's plan your next vacation! What are you wearing? Caller: What do you mean, what am I wearing? Who cares what I'm wearing. There's a naked man in my kitchen cabinet, and I am afraid for my life, and for the safety of my canned fruit! Agent: Well, how did that happen? Have you called your local police? That sounds quite concerning. Perhaps he prefers only fresh fruit. Are then any reports of burglars in your area? Are there any signs he has tampered with your cans or manhandled your Little Debbies? Is he by any chance a missing man? Caller: What the fuck? Missing? No, he's fucking RIGHT HERE! Get security over here right away - I'm in a trailer home on Lovers Lane in Aluminum City...you guys need to take care of this. Agent: Sir, you've called the booking line and I can't tell where you are, except to say that it appears you are calling from an outside line when you call this number. You should have called the front desk. But don't worry. I'll get them on the line right now - can you provide a description of the intruder? Caller: Thank you - he's about 6 foot, slender, well defined, nice smile, blonde, nice bush, 6 cut, asking me if i need anything, deep voice, starting to get har-har-har-har huh-haaaaaaaard-shit, oh my...oh...fuck. Damn. Hold it - hold it hold it... no YES NO yes please YES shit fuck. I'll call ba-ba-ba-back. <CLICK>

Are you a fussy man? Loveless Motel invites you to get your assiduous ass over here, via car, bus, plane, train, bicycle, or banana boat where you can be as fastidious with your fucktool as you want, as long as you eat a good breakfast at one of our fine or fast dining establishments. Call one of our booking agents today, and tell him your looking for a punctilious Pogue with a tight puckerhole who wants to see your big banana and show you how to peel it. And as always, your agent will start the conversation with "Welcome to Loveless Motel - what are you wearing?" Rates may apply. o wants to see your big banana and show you what he can do with it.

Loveless Motel has retained the legal firm, Pounds, Butts, and Bates, LLC, to take action against Uranus Walls, Inc, ("Your solution for an interior that's out of this world"), for the unflattering job they did recently in the reception area of Nic the Senior Manager's new office expansion. Exhibit A, the documentary photograph taken by Shutter Bug Camera Shop photographer Snap Wadmacher of Nic's buddy Irving, who is supervising the landscaping job being completed for the registration area of Nutbush Campground, illustrates Nic's complaint. "It's obvious that whoever put this crap up was drunk. I didn't pay for remnants. Nothing matches, and it looks like it was installed with a welding torch. This all needs to be removed. We need to get someone in here who can demonstrate the meaning of well hung." Barristers Pounds and Butts have suggested a loose compensation arrangement, while Bates offers a completely different solution taking a firm hand and a good grip on the situation, milking it for all it's worth and as a result, Nic has said it he feels like he's getting jerked around and screwed, and says he won't stand for it. Irving just rolled his big brown eyes.

That box in the attic still has lots of photos that we've been rummaging through. This gent must have stayed at the hotel way back when what is now The Bunkhouse had been a secluded fishing camp on the lake known as "The Loveless Lodge". The lodge was generally unknown but by word of mouth, and was only available to book if you knew someone who knew someone. Townies seeking accommodations for visiting family members were virtually always told they were fully booked, and few had seen it. Most often booked by small groups of out of town of men arranging their stays by communicating to each other under fictitious names to private mailboxes, it only had a capacity of 40 with a total of 15 rooms with shared baths upstairs. The kitchen, dining room and gathering hall with a check in desk, a bar with a few tables and 2 sofa suites were on the main floor. Staff lived in the basement. Of the townies who had ever been to the property, one man simply disappeared, and some other men were employed as cook, handyman and "fishing guides"; all were single with no families. It all seemed to be "on the QT." Two cousins from Nottinghamshire in the East Midlands of England had immigrated, bought the land and built the lodge with hoarded cash after successfully entering the hospitality trade in New York City after their arrival on Ellis Island in June of 1914. The morning of their departure from the city, the day before Christmas, 1929, Edgar noted a local vaudevillian had declared that ex-stockbrokers were being declared the state bird. They exited via train, in answer to an advertisement in a countryside periodical and headed to the hills of another state. People said they looked remarkably alike. Their names were Edgar Loveless and Sinjin Birdwhistle, which place them solidly in a group of families whose British surnames seemed to have a visibly declining progeny, and these two were no exception. In town, quiet Edgar was overheard to say his wife died of dysentery in England, while it was said of strapping Sinjin that he wasn't the marrying kind. Seemingly popular with a few of the shop ladies whenever he came into the village for supplies, he was observed to have a high-pitched tone and a propensity to giggle at the end of nearly every other sentence, which put off all but a few of the men in town.

Peacock Palace A men's clothing shop specializing in flamboyant styles -1960s- "Have you heard there's a new peacock palace in town that specialized in brocade jock straps? I'm now offiially mad about brocade! You should see the shopkeeper there! He talked me into one last week. I'm gonna go down there and see if I can get him to talk me out of it this week"

Happy Easter from Loveless Motel!

Shown in this photo at home last year in London, sporting his Mr. Popular Trophy and dressing to the left in his Suit Up! pinstripe number, personally fitted by our very own Mr. Billy Swallows of Suit Up! (located off the lobby at Loveless Motel) are "Dickey Loosedore" and his best mate "Bailey Alanski", the names under which they have checked into rooms 222 and adjoining 221, respectively. Each likes his space - one needs to be prepared for any opportunity to personally welcome any Anglophiles with a craving for fur and the spectacularly uncut. Given notice, the kitchen staff always stocks up on Marmite for the week for the couple, and places a picture of the Queen on the wall of the little alcove in Birdwhistle's Tearoom favored by our guests and held for them for the duration of the stay. Suit Up! has remained our guests' little secret source since Mr. Billy's pre-Loveless Hollywood days, when he was in charge of costuming at a major studio and worked with Mr. Alanski on a number of his roles. Since Billy's relocation to our little "wood", London's Carnaby Street has nothing on Loveless Motel, which swings to the left this week, "like a pendulum do." In Tinsel Town, Billy was famed for his little parties, where select gentlemen were invited to stay overnight; Bailey always reckoned that Billy was a favorite American host, and maintained that he was a master at getting men to shed their inhibitions with the suggestion of a little Greek wrestling; Bailey had been introduced to such exhibitions on more than one occasion. In fact as it turns out, his ability to toss and be tossed around was one factor that bound he and Dickey together for as long as the two tossers could remember

The closure of the Laundry Room is having some unintended ripple effects. Because most men wouldn't be caught dead wearing the same outfit twice on vacation, (not to mention the fact that even if they did, the ripeness of some pants would not be welcome in the dining rooms across property) and because some guests are unwilling/unable to pay the exorbitant cost of having their laundry done for them by Loveless housekeeping, or sending it into town to be dry cleaned, there has been a run on second hand clothing offered at Hard Tack General Store. Guys are snapping up anything that they can find, whether it fits or not, and regardless of condition. This, of course, has created a situation which Mr. Billy Swallows at Suit Up has called dreadful, since our inhouse fashion guru says that you should never by anything too small, or you'll end up "looking like a fat whore in an Italian knit" (which he says he once told Elizabeth Taylor in Hollywood to her face during her Eddie Fisher/Richard Burton transition phase, and "What you did to Debbie Reynolds was really shitty, Liz"; he then turned around and walked away from her, while whistling "Tammy") Will U. Bonus, Hard Tack manager, has found all of this highly amusing, not to mention lucrative. Not only that, but the tight shorts craze has even necessitated more men being released early from the Hoosegow, directly into the work-release program (which Manager Will oversees), just to handle the mobs of men in the shop pouring themselves into anything three sizes to small . Come see the collection of "Fallout" gear at Hard Tack General Store: it's cheaper than having your laundry done at Loveless Motel.

A group of men loitering around the Laundry Room, sucking cock and petting a pussy, have caused a serious accident with a guest who has come in to check on the status of his load. Continual warnings coupled with outright willful defiance of simple rules haven't done the job. The Board, at the suggestion of Nic the senior manager, has decided to close The Laundry Room, and redesign the 8 Ball Bar, prompting its closure as well. Guests will be given the option to have their laundry done by staff when we do our sheets, or have it collected and sent into town for dry cleaning, all at the expense of guests who my be entirely innocent and obey posted rules. Watch this space for a permanent solution, despite the evidence presented by guests to our establishment that "this is why we just can't have nice things." In the meantime, remember our motto: "Safety begins with thee and me". The Hoosegow and the dispensary will be busy tonight. We have sent an internal memo to all staff members, including Certified Hustlers, reinforcing our belief that pussies get you into all kinds of bad trouble, and we have notified a guest that his cat escaped the Cat Show debacle, though it is still at large, and was last seen running in the direction of the soon-to-open Nutbush Campground.

No need to be coy: it's Monday morning, and we're here to remind you what you did this weekend at Loveless Motel. Don't be surprised that you've been selected as Mr. Popular of the Weekend! As your prize, you'll be receiving 1. A Nutbush Big Bone dildo prior to its release to our guests - based on the Big Bone that was found during the excavations at soon to open Nutbush Campground

Does he or doesn't he? Come meet our peroxide pugilist and find out at After Midnight Arcade, open 24 hours a day, every day off the lobby at Loveless Motel. As a promotion, Francois will be demonstrating in person and signing autographs with his gloves on. What else would you like to see him do? If you wave some poppers under his nose, he'll take off the gloves, put some lube in one, fuck it, cum for you and sell you the glove for 50 bucks. You can buy him a new set of gloves for 20 bucks if somebody else beats you to the punch.

How often does the management have to say that you should not hog the buffet line on Taco Tuesday at Pub and Grub, located on the first floor of the Bunkhouse. While it is true that there is no limit, there is a strict rule that after your first five, you can only return to the bar to claim two more at a time. This is, of course, because Jorge and Manuelito can only make them so fast, and we have a lot of mouths to feed. Therefore, when you have had a fucking keg of beer practically to yourself and it's not even 2PM, you do not want to get caught piling two dozen tacos on a tray that you stole from the kitchen and bring them to your table for the world to see. This gets you a ticket straight into the Hoosegow. On top of it, brandishing a gun to warn off the help when they come to take you away is foolhardy, especially when everyone knows its a licorice one you bought at Hit and Split, located off the lobby. And when you get to your cell, your fellow incarceree says he doesn't like licorice, he means it. Lucky you, you have a clingy sweetheart who'll be waiting for you on the outside. There is no bail at the Hoosegow; he'll have to camp out until next Tuesday. And all you have to worry about is when he asks you why your pucker hole tastes like licorice.

Ticklers Lounge at Loveless Motel, located off the lobby, has a pretty strict dress code: coat and tie, and if you aren't wearing a coat, they have a few in the back they will loan you for an evening. Invariably, after a sultry evening of showtunes and pop laden with testosterone and queerness, like "My Boy Bill", "Mad About the Boy", "Secret Love", "We Kiss in a Shadow", and even "YMCA", sung in 12 part harmony around a piano that smells like scotch spilled on tweed and pinstriped wool, with a smoke chaser, it becomes more than a man can take and after last call and so the doors are locked for the few who want to remain behind. Though the suits stay on, the zippers come down. Some of these guys have been brought here by their employers as part of an extended interview process. "Are you able to speak in front of an audience? Are you outgoing - a bit of an extrovert? Do you enjoy showing gratitude in public?" These are questions a candidate for employment might well be asked, and should be prepared to demonstrate. Suits rule the economy, the social structure and stratosphere, and sexual hierarchy. Yes, cowboys and leathermen, you can only come in if you're on your knees and you put on that jacket.