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Here you will find Interviews ROGAN has done over the years and articles about subjects that he feels passionate about.

Apr 15
Love3

it just FKIN hurts.

By ASK ROGAN 3 Comments

Earlier this year I was robbed. Well, the house I was staying in was robbed and for some reason, the cunts who ribbed the house seemed intent on taking only my stuff! I got everything back, no thanks to the police but to my mate whose house I was living in going to the apartment of the person who robbed him and relentlessly yelling at their apartment for two days straight till the cunts couldn’t take it any longer ad brought my stuff back. Amongst the stuff stolen and the only thing I gave a sit about really was my two hard drives that had my entire career on them.

I would be completely fucked right now if I hadn’t gotten those back as I would have no content or opportunity to film new content for my website. this site would be on lockdown just like me. Regardless of lockdown after the tear in my cock I wouldn’t have been able to film any new content anyway.

So, I went out and bought some “backup” hard drives to back everything up. The issue was my old hard drives hadn’t been formatted correctly so I couldn’t just drag and drop from my working HD to the backup HD I had to literally drag individual files onto my desktop, then from there onto my back up drive, delete the film from my desktop and keep going. Then the files kept crashing… so what was meant to take 4-8hrs took 3 days. I was dragging and saving and deleting so many FKIN things I didn’t realize I hadn’t properly copied my back catalog of porn films to the new backup drive.

The reason this was a problem was after I (had )thought I had moved all my files I erased the old HD drive so I could format it correctly so this would never be an issue again in the future. But like I said the films hadn’t been transferred correctly and I lost every porn film I have made prior to 2018. This also didn’t cause me to break anything valuable as I still had all my films online at my website I had just lost all the raw footage…

I had lost every film I had ever made with Skip.

I never really talked about what happened with me and Skip but any of you with half a brain could fill in the gaps. In December after fighting for him for four years I had nothing left and had to walk away, delete him from my life. (This was meant to be figuratively, not literally!)  I didn’t stop loving him and I know I never will. There’s an insane connection we have that goes deeper than anything I’ve ever felt but sometimes love is not enough and I couldn’t stay in a place that was unhealthy for me. And I finally accepted that I also couldn’t alter the life journey he was on.

Having lost our entire history on film yesterday it opened my heart to a tidal wave of loss and pain I had been suppressing. Do things happen for a reason? Was that life encouraging me to let go. I can’t see him, I can’t be his friend, I don’t know anything about where he is or what he is doing. I just hope he is good. I will never forget everything we did together and how much he was apart of creating my brand and my website. A huge important part.  I can’t thank him enough and I will always love him till the day I die.

I made this film during one of the dark patches of our relationship and watching it still makes me cry. Guess I’m a sucker for pain so I’m posting it again.

He had the most beautiful eyes when he smiled, and I hope where ever he is, he’s smiling.

Love you Skip.

battlefield version

Apr 04
Love5

“How big is your cock?” is the most stupid question I always get asked.

By ASK ROGAN One Comment

Firstly, can I say; WHO GIVES A FUCK!?! I don’t get this obsession with penis size, and sure, maybe I can say that ‘cause my cock is globally adored and lusted after, and yes it’s a beautiful sight to behold, (even with a tear in it!) but I can also say it’s not the size of my cock that makes guys crazy over it, it’s my confidence with showing it off and the animalistic way I use it. The amazing thing about cocks is we all have different ones and that versatility should be celebrated! We don’t need to be categorizing, measuring, and trying to fit it into a socially flawed metric system of comparison! Small, long, fat, slanted, the list goes on, and we all like something different. Size queens should savor gigantic cocks (so that street cones can stay where they belong) as much as guys who don’t like huge cocks should encourage “smaller” guys to flop it and stop hiding it away. I know my man hates long and loves thick so I’m perfect for his ass hole! (And for me that’s the only hole I care about pleasing, all you other holes are just lucky.) I also hated my cock when I was younger cause I was taught to self-shame, our community encourages us to “not” be happy with what we have or who we are but strive for “perfection in comparison” (encouraged by the infectious social media machine and sheep that thrive within it.) and not just accept learn to accept ourselves and what we have to offer or thrive for our own “self-perfection”.

Big difference between “perfection in comparison” and “self-perfection”.

This is obviously a passionate subject cause I hate self-shamming and went through my entire teenage practicing self-shame and suffering from depression. This is one of the most asked questions I get on my ASK ROGAN section of my website. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong in curiosity if the intent doesn’t come from this negative need to judge guys on cock size. Now I’m gonna fuck your tunnel vision up by blowing off the sides with this curve ball. I just ranted, for lack of a more sophisticated word, about self-love and accepting what/who you are… BUT if being something different will make you happier and more confident than make those changes and that is just as important to accept how you want to look and being proud making those changes to become that vision. Obviously, I’m talking about being roid pig and making myself into the biggest alpha daddy in the room which makes me happy, this also translates to what you can do to your cock, I am an advocate for dick and sack pumping and the swole size I get from routinely doing that. As well as infusion, and if you want something more permanent, the use of silicone or the latest PMMA. I’m all for any of that! Because I have a fetish about size, extreme, ridiculous, inhuman, cartoon size! Which applies to every muscle on my body including my cock!

You only live your life once so FKIN live it! If this Corona shit doesn’t make you realize anything else maybe it will make you appreciate the fragility of the gift of living and make you start living to the fullest, respecting the people around you and respecting their differences. Even if you don’t agree with the way they live their lives or what they do to their bodies, we can respect that it’s their decision and it’s what makes them happy. Luckily there are enough people (still) in the world so that you don’t have to waste your energy judging those people negatively and actively trying to self-shame them when you can be using that same time and energy rejoicing with the other people who are similar to you and your aesthetics.

Now about those measurements you asked for. From the top of the shaft where my cock meets my big bush to the tip of my cock it is 5” at rest. (Today it was anyway, depending on how cold it is or my mental disposition this can vary from 2” to 5”!) When it’s semi, it’s around 6-7” When it’s erect it’s 7-8” When it’s anywhere near Bruiser’s ass hole it’s 8-9”.

Pumping doesn’t affect length, only girth.

Mar 10
Love0

My ensuing riposte to this obdurate exogenous attack on the vicissitudes of my life choices!

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what he said;

what I said;

I’m an advocate for not self-shaming and if you truly love yourself and accept yourself for who you are that’s amazing now you need to try and do the same for others or your just an egomaniac like all the other self-centered assholes out there. I might not agree with other people’s choices but I respect them to make their own choices and do what they chose to be happy. I expect others to do the same to me. Sure, if I didn’t have a ring in my dick I couldn’t tear it out. But it was purely an accident and if I want to be actively negative about it I could start blaming the decision to have Chem sex or wear leather. But why would you adhere to “what if’s” they are non-productive and will only lead to self-doubt and pain. If you’re naive enough to blame my lifestyle and passions for the damage I had done, your very closed-minded and obviously have an agenda. I have absolutely no regrets, just a few FKIN mistakes. None of which have anything to do with my piercings, ink, bodybuilding or way I choose to live my life.

Mar 03
Love0

Lonely

By ASK ROGAN 2 Comments

I found this article I wrote a while back and didn’t post. I’m not too sure why I hesitated? Maybe I didn’t want to seem vulnerable? I guess having a huge rip in my cock has put things into a different perspective. I often have felt really lonely in my life and I know a lot of you feel this way too and this was my attempt to try and write something about that feeling, to tell you we all feel that way and that maybe it’s not the worse thing to happen to you like maybe a hole in your dick would be considered worse.

Lonely…

I’m guessing you would be pretty surprised that I have always felt alone since I was a teenager. Don’t get me wrong I am so lucky to say I have an amazing group of friends that I know will always be there for me and a KIKASS family that, though we may not have always seen eye to eye, and who I treated like shit for a rebellious phase of my life when I was accepting my sexuality, would do anything for me and vice versa. But you know how they say you can be in a room full of people and feel completely alone. Well, that is true as well even if those people all love you and you love them back. I mean at the end of the day we are all fundamentally alone. They have their own lives and shit to deal with as do you.

 

For some people like myself, we make it even harder on ourselves to feel included in this merry-go-ride called life because we chose to dance to a different beat and talk to a truth that is too blunt to most people who misunderstand you as being rude. Look, I can only speak for myself and wouldn’t ever claim I know your life, but I have found that being even slightly different makes you slightly alienated from the crowd around you. So, I have a billion guys messaging me saying they want me to destroy their asses but come on, that’s not real. Mostly its fantasy and even if not it’s still not substantial. Yeah it FKIN feels great to be globally worshipped and I have been surprised and humbled by my followers and how amazing they are and how they have moved or touched me in a positive way as I have them. But after you put down your phone or shut your laptop you are swallowed by a very real loneliness.

 

It’s hard for me to verbalize this but then it’s hard for me to admit it. But I don’t think this feeling of isolation is necessarily something you should feel ashamed of. It’s just life. I remember as a teenager, riding my bike around the neighborhood I grew up in, as the sun was setting, and I would look into people’s houses wondering who was living in them and if there was someone in there that would be my friend. I can still remember that sense of feeling forlorn but also hopeful that one day a boy would walk out a front door, looking like a young Scott Weinger, see me and nod and we would become best friends.  I remember watching films like, Licence To Drive, or, Gleaming the Cube, over and over again and every time as the credits rolled feeling so FKIN sad that I wasn’t a character in those films or that I didn’t have those characters as friends in my life.

 

Ok, we’re delving really deep into a dark part of what I have referred to before as my depression as a teenager, but it wasn’t all horrible because no matter how desperate I felt I always felt hope. Cut forward 30 years and I no longer feel desperate when I watch 80s films and I haven’t got arrested from driving around looking into people’s houses, as I no longer do that. But I can still feel like a loner. I have had to create my career and brand on my own (with many KIKASS collaborations with artists and peers along the way!) BUT it doesn’t matter how many people I worked with at the end of the day I was alone always fighting battles with glorious ups and devastating downs. And I can honestly say most of the time I try to strive forward life has kept hitting me backward, and it is all I can do to stay standing and keep my motivation and determination to continue trying to move forward, but forever feeling like I’m standing in the one spot.

 

I don’t know how much of this is self-inflicted or in my head, but it took years for me to be respected as a porn actor in Australia by the general public and I still feel like I am not by the industry or much of the gay community. Or at least shunned. Seeing clubs spend thousands exporting porn stars to come here and tour them and never once approaching me.

 

Hopefully, I didn’t sound like an insolent brat. Now if I feel this, me! Alpha-God-King, Rogan Muscle-Gorilla Richards! Role model and icon for many a gay man or dirty sex pig, imagine how lonely that guy feels who doesn’t have social media blowing smoke up his ass 24/7. It definitely humbles me and makes me feel wanted and needed. But to the guy that has none of that, I guess what I am trying to say, (maybe, I really have no FKIN idea, I just started writing this and it projectile vomited out onto my computer screen) is if you feel alone it’s ok. I do too. Most of us do. I just do me. I succeed. I fail. I have a stupendous time trying and I have a horrendous time failing. And I have learnt it’s ok to feel alone. And if not use that hurt to inspire you to be the best badass version of you that will show ‘them’ how great you are. I can’t tell you how many times I have used this way of thinking to inspire me to be me.

 

And if being different or being true to yourself increases that loneliness, well FK it! I’d rather be me and alone than fake and within a group of people, I don’t actually care about or care about me. Maybe Disney brainwashed us into thinking we all need a prince charming, a genie or a FKIN destiny to be great and adored. But really, we just need ourselves, and to make our own miracles and to live out something less than being a king or swapping our fins for true love. Seriously, I’d be like, “Learn how to scuba dive mother FKR!”

 

*Notes

Is there a difference from being lonely and being on your own?

Using drugs to escape being lonely or to need drugs to have a connection with other people (Chem sex).

Some people think you have to be alone to discover who you are, I honestly do not agree with that and have learnt most things about myself through the interactions with my friends, family and more so, lovers.

 

 

 

Mar 02
Love1

The choices we make.

By ASK ROGAN No Comments

I believe we create our own reality. Our life is the product of the choices we make and the responses we have to what other people do to us. Last night my Prince Albert was ripped out of my cock. Now there is a huge tear in the head of my penis from my urethral opening to the base of the head. I had three different options to film with three different guys last night and if I had made a different choice I most possibly wouldn’t be writing this post today.

The first was a muscle Asian pup I found on Grindr who was a huge fan. The second was a guy I had met years ago to film but when I arrived at the guy’s hotel I could tell he wasn’t very comfortable with filming and I just had to leave. Let’s call him the mistake. The third was a guy I had already filmed with in La Vida Loca. He couldn’t meet till later in the night and as I had suspicions that the Asian kid was fake I thought I’d meet him earlier then go to Viva’s. That way if he was fake it didn’t matter, I would still be filming. Why did I think he was fake? Because of the number of text messages he was sending me since we made contact. Stuff like “I want you to cum in my mouth and my ass and piss in me, stand on your head and juggle five rabbits with your feet”, the number of requests and questions he had was equal to a German client! Those guys have no separation from fantasy and reality. And yes, I get that hiring an escort is to fulfill a fantasy but we are still just humans and not computers that you choose buttons that provide every single fantasy you’ve ever had condensed into one hour. The fantasy is we show up, get hard, and do our job. Anyway, guys who text as much as this kid was are usually fake.

So when the mistake started texting me I made the decision to not meet the Asian kid and turn up to the mistakes place where his boyfriend would film us and join in. In hindsight I know now I should have just waited and gone straight to Viva’s, I knew it would be a guaranteed hot shoot but I was being greedy and thought I could fit in two films in the one night. So we all decide to take some chems during the session which makes mistake a little jumpy and erratic. This is a common reaction to chem use and he isn’t “that” bad yet where I need to tell him to calm down and I decide to wait to see if he calms down naturally instead of possibly making him feel self-conscious by bringing it to his attention. the boyfriend and I are fine, if anything, the complete opposite and mellow. So we throw our leather on and it is going good for the first 10-15 minutes when mistake leans forward on the bed to then fling himself backward, at the same time I must have stepped in closer to him…

It didn’t hurt I just felt something pull and looked down to see blood spraying everywhere and I knew straight away what had happened. The first thoughts that ran through my head were, “Fuck! I just got my dick working again!” And “I only had it for 4 months and my piercings gone!” I grabbed my cock and ran to the toilet and straddled it. The boys gave me an ice pack and towel to put on it as I struggled to stay conscious and not pass out.

The rest is history. All I can say if it happens to you and you end up at the hospital they can’t operate on it right there and then cause If they do the scar tissue would close up the urethra tube. I was given antibiotics, pain killers and Ural. They made me piss to make sure I still could, which made me terrified remembering how much that stung from when I pissed after getting the PA. I could pee so I was sent home. I now have to wait till it heals then book in with a Urologist to make it look less Frankenstein and more Playboy Bunny.

So that’s where we are at guys. It was an accident but did I make the wrong choice to cause it? Regardless I have a rip though my cock as I write this. In the end, I can blame myself for the decision I made or I can put it all down to chance. How we react or respond to what life throws at us is what defines us as a human. This could easily trigger my depression, I could become resentful or bitter at the world around me or try and escape this fucked up reality with drugs or alcohol, as my go-to choice of escape, being sex, isn’t a viable option. But I won’t. I read it might take up to 8-12 weeks for my injury to heal fully and I am going to use that time to be as productive as I can and dive into projects I have been wanting to do for my website. And mostly concentrate on my bodybuilding. I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I have an amazing career, KIKASS followers, loving friends and family, and a supportive boyfriend who continues to amaze me at how incredible he is.

DISCLAIMER
I do not endorse or glorify chem sex or drug use and if anything this story shows the negative effects using chems during sex can cause. It is a personal choice you make for yourself knowing the negative impact it can have on your life. There’s that ‘choice’ word again. I know a lot of people don’t believe anyone can be a functional user. Except for people using it and trying to not feel bad about it. As a sex worker chem sex became unavoidable in 2016-17 but I can tell you now that there is a huge change within some of the gay community in 2019-20 where people now refuse to use chems, or Tina precisely. Unfortunately, G seems to be as popular as ever and though it doesn’t cause addiction it does cause death. I for one can’t fkin stand G. And it does nothing for me sexually. If your big enough to use chems be man enough to research what you’re using, the effects, dangers and especially dosages and administration.