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Athletica Sport Dick, how I admire thee

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(Today’s Daily Jocks dude — call him Jock — showing off his lean muscled body in nothing but a Helsinki Athletica Sport jock, while earnestly appreciating his gorgeous penis (not shown here). Lots of penis-talk, eventually some notes on sculpture — but of naked athletes. Kids and the sexually modest might want to avoid the scene.)

Beautiful penis, wake unto me,
Arousal and dewdrops I am waiting from thee

(#1)

Do you have a dick that you really love,
One that you feel so groovy with?
You don’t even mind if it’s a bit worn,
That only makes it nicer still.
I love my dick, I love my dick,
My dick is so comfortably lovely.

To come: the Helsinki Athletica ad copy. The Stephen Foster song parodied in the header for #1. The Donovan song parodied in the caption for #1. The slogan I love my dick (with a note on alienable and inalienable possession, and one on personal datives). Beautiful penises. And the pose in #1, combining one convention from classical sculpture (the athlete in repose) and one from male photography (self-regard: contemplating your penis with a gaze downward).

The HA Sport jocks. The ad copy:

Lovers of comfortable, supportive and sporty underwear will truly appreciate the Helsinki Athletica Sport range. The low rise design is great for everyday wear with the soft mesh fabric ensuring all day comfort and you can be sure of excellent support in the dual layered pouch. Available in 3 bold colorways.

The on-line DJ catalog lists three colors — red, “khaki” (which is actually black), and white, but HA also offers blue (as in #1) and grey.

“Beautiful Dreamer”. The sentimental Stephen Foster song, beginning:

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee

The full song performed by Roy Orbison here.

“I Love My Shirt”. From Wikipedia about Donovan’s album Barabajagal:

(#2) Donovan and the Smothers Brothers performing in 1968

Barabajagal is the seventh studio album and eighth album overall from British singer-songwriter Donovan. It was released in the United States on 11 August 1969

Side one: 1 “Barabajagal”, 2 “Superlungs My Supergirl”, 3 “Where Is She”, 4 “Happiness Runs”, 5 “I Love My Shirt”

Side two: 6 “The Love Song”, 7 “To Susan on the West Coast Waiting”, 8.”Atlantis”, 9 “Trudi”, 10 “Pamela Jo”

The shirt verse in the original:

Do you have a shirt that you really love,
One that you feel so groovy in ?
You don’t even mind if it starts to fade,
That only makes it nicer still.
I love my shirt, I love my shirt,
My shirt is so comfortably lovely.

Phallophiliana: I love my dick as a slogan on various objects.

I love cock and I love dick as slogans expressing appreciation of or desire for penises in general (with cock/dick as M(ass) Ns) are available on t-shirts, mugs, buttons, etc. from many suppliers. From my 7/30/17 posting “The queer quilt”:

[panel 4.2  of the quilt:] I ♥︎ 🐓 (conveying ‘I love cock’) t-shirt from CafePress. Other suppliers provide I ♥︎ Cock, I ♥︎ Dick, and I ♥︎ Penis shirts, even I ♥︎ Big Black Dick. Plus straightforward I Suck Cock and Cocksucker shirts (and rebus 🐓🍭 ‘cocksucker’ shirts, with a lollipop, aka a sucker).

And a rainbow-queer I love dick t-shirt:

(#3)

On to I love my dick shirts (etc.), which are also very common, as here:

(#4)

The slogan would ordinarily be understood as conveying an appreciation for one’s own penis, especially as the source of sexual pleasure; this takes my penis to be an expression of inalienable possession; see my 7/27/18 posting “Are you my bottom?”, with a section on alienable vs. alienable possession. But alienable readings are also possible; I could, for example, talk about my lover’s penis as my dick if I am viewing it a beloved possession (referring to it more intimately than with the neutral your/his dick or the distancing that dick).

A side note: my dick can also serve as direct object in a personal dative construction: I love me my dick — which can be understood in several ways, but most easily as a variant of I love dick highlighting the speaker’s involvement in the situation. In my 12/17/18 posting “Penguins and packages”, there’s a section on personal datives.

Beautiful penises. #1 is not only about Jock’s love for his penis, but also about the beauty of his penis. There’s a Page on this blog about beautiful cock, with links to illustrations and further discussion. This is all about the penis consdered as an aesthetic object; there’s a separate Page on size postings.

The athlete in repose. Now to the models for the way Jock is posed in #1. First, there’s a long tradition of sculptures of athletes in repose. Three examples:

(#5) Resting Athlete, a Roman marble in Palazzo Altemps, Museo Nazionale Romano, Rome

(#6) Auguste Rodin, The Athlete, 1901-4

(#7) Charles Despiau, Athlete Resting (athlète au repos), c.1929

Self-regard. In #1, Jock is also gazing with pleasure at his dick. A man contemplating his penis with a gaze downward is a fairly common presentation of the male body in (homoerotic) male photography, where our inclination to look first at faces in photographs is exploited by the photographer: we look at the face and then follow its gaze to the central feature in the image, the subject’s genitals. (Or, more subtly, in cropped photos, to his implied genitals.)

A similar strategy is often used in high-end underwear photography, except that the dick and balls are covered (usually, just barely) by cloth — an article of clothing that is in fact the point of the photo. See my 2/20/19 posting “News for penises: notes on phallophilia”, with a section on self-regard, contemplating one’s penis. One shot from that posting:


(#8) Look downward, angel

Get off on his body and, oh yes, buy our really cool underwear!


Monsters and their Peeps

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Yesterday in the posting “Crunching the festive rabbits” on this blog, Godzilla consumed Peeps. Just as I posted that, the Mental Floss site came through with more thrilling Peepsiana: “Artist Turns 5000 Marshmallow Peeps Into a Game of Thrones Dragon” by Michele Debczak, with a dragon composed of Peeps:


(#1) A Peeps dragon; so far as I can tell, there are no dragon Peeps (that is, Peeps in the shape of dragons, though there also are no Peeps composed of dragons, no Peeps manufactured by dragons, etc.)

Game of Thrones returns to HBO for its eighth and final season on Sunday, April 14. Instead of worrying about which of Daenerys Targaryen’s dragons (if any) will survive to see the end of the series, distract yourself with some playful Peeps art inspired by the creatures.

As part of this year’s PEEPshow — an annual Peeps-themed event in Westminster, Maryland — artist Vivian Davis (who’s on Instagram as @tutoringart) constructed a Game of Thrones-themed dragon sculpture out of 5000 marshmallow Peeps. The dragon has her wings outstretched, with a nest of colorful eggs in front of her. It’s not quite life-sized, but it is massive — the candy model measures 8.5 feet tall, with a 7-foot wingspan. For comparison, Gwendoline Christie, who plays Brienne of Tarth, is 6 feet, 3 inches (or 75 Peeps chicks) tall.

Lizards in the sun. That led people to musing on extraordinary dragons — in fantasy, but also in the real-world Komodo dragon, a gigantic, really unpleasant lizard. Whose name invites the pun Kimono dragon (the crudeness of the reptile clashing with the delicacy of the Japanese garment). But first, the creature, from Wikipedia:


(#2) The subject of an extraordinarily funny comedy sketch by Bob and Ray, described in my 11/30/09 posting “The Komodo Dragon”

The Komodo dragon (Varanus komodoensis), also known as the Komodo monitor, is a species of lizard found in the Indonesian islands of Komodo, Rinca, Flores, and Gili Motang. A member of the monitor lizard family Varanidae, it is the largest living species of lizard, growing to a maximum length of 3 metres (10 ft) in rare cases and weighing up to approximately 70 kilograms (150 lb).

… As a result of their size, these lizards dominate the ecosystems in which they live. Komodo dragons hunt and ambush prey including invertebrates, birds, and mammals. It has been claimed that they have a venomous bite; there are two glands in the lower jaw which secrete several toxic proteins. The biological significance of these proteins is disputed, but the glands have been shown to secrete an anticoagulant.

Dragon clothing. Then, from a number of attempts at illustrating the subject, Michael Hegedus’s silkscreen print Kimono Dragon of 2016:

(#3) kimono dragon ‘dragon (in fact Komodo dragon) in a kimono’

[artist’s commentary:] A pun-based piece that plays around with the idea of a Komodo dragon, wearing a traditional kimono.

In this piece, I embraced some traditional Japanese iconography, and fused it together with the idea of a Komodo dragon. This project created numerous obstacles along the way and was a true pain to bring to completion. One of my favorite and least favorite parts of the image was working with the creature’s scales.

This time, where there’s a kimono dragon ‘dragon in a kimono’, there’s also a dragon kimono ‘kimono  with a dragon on it’. From Kimonoshi products:


(#4) Their “red dragon kimono cardigan shirt”

This is in fact what is known in English as a happi coat, distinct from what is known in English as a kimono (‘a long, loose robe with wide sleeves and tied with a sash, originally worn as a formal garment in Japan and now also used elsewhere as a robe’ (NOAD)), though clearly in the same larger family of garments. From Wikipedia:

A happi (法被, 半被) is a traditional Japanese straight-sleeved coat usually made of indigo or brown cotton and imprinted with a distinctive mon (crest). They are usually worn only to festivals. Originally these represented the crest of a family, as happi were worn by house servants. Later, the coats commonly began to display the crests of shops and organizations. Firefighters in the past also used to wear happi; the symbol on their backs referred to the group with which they were associated. In English, happi is most often translated as “happi coat” or “happy coat”.

There are dragons and there are dragons. The dragon in #2  (and, fancifully, in #3) is a real-world creature, a lizard. The dragon in #4 is instead a snake-like fantasy creature. From Wikipedia:

A dragon is a large, serpent-like legendary creature that appears in the folklore of many cultures around the world. Beliefs about dragons vary drastically by region, but dragons in western cultures since the High Middle Ages have often been depicted as winged, horned, four-legged, and capable of breathing fire. Dragons in eastern cultures are usually depicted as wingless, four-legged, serpentine creatures with above-average intelligence.

The earliest attested dragons resemble giant snakes. Dragon-like creatures are first described in the mythologies of the ancient Near East and appear in ancient Mesopotamian art and literature. Stories about storm-gods slaying giant serpents occur throughout nearly all Indo-European and Near Eastern mythologies

… The popular western image of a dragon as winged, four-legged, and capable of breathing fire is an invention of the High Middle Ages based on a conflation of earlier dragons from different traditions. In western cultures, dragons are portrayed as monsters to be tamed or overcome, usually by saints or culture heroes, as in the popular legend of Saint George and the Dragon. They are often said to have ravenous appetites and to live in caves, where they hoard treasure. These dragons appear frequently in western fantasy literature, including The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, the Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling, and A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin.

The word “dragon” has also come to be applied to the Chinese lung (龍, Pinyin long), which are associated with good fortune and are thought to have power over rain. Dragons and their associations with rain are the source of the Chinese customs of dragon dancing and dragon boat racing.

In the Chinese zodiac, snake and dragon are distinct, though both are creatures of the reptile world. (I am a dragon.)

The real and the fantasy. Yesterday’s posting started with therapods: real-world T. rex, fantasy-world Godzilla. From Wikipedia:

Theropoda (from Greek θηρίον “wild beast” and πούς, ποδός “foot”) or theropods are a dinosaur suborder that is characterized by hollow bones and three-toed limbs. They are generally classed as a group of saurischian dinosaurs

Theropods are generally carnivorous; the group includes the familiar dinosaurs Tyrannosaurus and Velociraptor.

So: the story of the creatures so far (understanding that fantasy creatures may borrow features from several different kinds of real-world beasts):

theropods:

— real: Tyrannosaurus rex

— fantasy: Godzilla (and his ilk)

reptiles 1: snakes (suborder Ophidia (or Serpentes) of the order Squamata)

— real: snakes

— fantasy: dragons

reptiles 2: lizards (suborder Lacertilia (or Sauria) of the order Squamata)

— real: Komodo dragon

Fantasy lizards. Especially lizard folk (humanoid lizards), specifically the lizardfolk in Dungeons & Dragons. From the Open Gaming Store site, on the book Advanced Races 14: Lizardfolk from the Kobold Press:

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The lizardfolk are an ancient people with a storied past and traditions untroubled by the passage of time. Their strength is hidden, their teeth and claws sheathed until the moment is right.

(This treats the lizardfolk not as humanoid lizards, but as sauroid humans — in any case, hybrids.)

And then the crocodilians. One more pairing of real-world beasts with fantasy creatures, in another group of reptiles, from the order Crocodilia, the crocodilians: crocodiles (of course), alligators, caimans, etc. One fantasy counterpart is the Egyptian god Sobek. From Wikipedia:

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Sobek (also called Sebek, Sochet, Sobk, and Sobki), in Greek, Suchos (Σοῦχος) and from Latin Suchus, was an ancient Egyptian deity with a complex and fluid nature. He is associated with the Nile crocodile or the West African crocodile and is represented either in its form or as a human with a crocodile head. Sobek was also associated with pharaonic power, fertility, and military prowess, but served additionally as a protective deity with apotropaic qualities [averting evil influences or bad luck], invoked particularly for protection against the dangers presented by the Nile.

In the real world, crocodiles are notoriously testy and aggressive.

Let’s have a kiki … in me

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(Men’s bodies, clicks, mansex, dactyls, homowear, eggcorns, street talk, and more. Not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)

The Daily Jocks mailing of the 15th, with a studiedly homo-smouldering ad for crop tops from the fetish-wear company Barcode Berlin. Plus a foul derangement of (heavily enjambed) dactyls as a caption.

(#1)

Kiko the crop-top kid,
Impudent pussy boy,
Butch faggy target for
Amorous arrows — a

mazing for festivals,
Parties with gangbangers,
Mid-drifting kikis with
Quatrains of dactyls

The ad copy (slightly edited):

It’s time to make a statement in one of the latest crop tees from Barcode Berlin.

The mid-drift crop sits at the perfect length and suits multiple body types. The sporty raglan sleeve paired with the lightweight polyester fabric will keep you looking good and feeling great throughout the whole day/night.

Amazing for festivals or parties!

Kiko has fully embraced the Barcode life of butch faggotry, as a crop-top kid. From the alternatives (which I’ll enumerate below), he’s chosen the party-boy Kiki target as his own emblem and identity: he is the target, the possessor of the bullseye ◎ that the arrow of desire seeks to penetrate.

Kiko’s world: crop tops. From postings on this blog:

on 8/2/18 in “Male crop tops!”, an overview of crop tops, with a note on the expressions crop/cropped top/tee

on 8/14/18 in “Butch fagginess” (in Barcode Berlin’s clothes)


(#2) A shirt that conveys both ‘I’m a real man’ and ‘I’m a total slut’

Printed on the crop tops:

Shady Bitch, Kiki, #CANDY, This Boy Is A Bottom, [two unicorns with a rainbow, no words], Get Naked, Cheap & Easy, Bitch, Bear, Fetish, Bitch I’m Fabulous, Love Boys

Linguistic note: mid-drift, mid-rift. From the ad copy above: “The mid-drift crop sits at the perfect length”. The word midriff is an old word with a now-obsolete second part:

noun midriff: the region of the front of the body between the chest and the waist. ORIGIN Old English midhrif, from mid-1 + hrif ‘belly’. (NOAD)

So mid-drift is an eggcorn, an attempt to make some sense out of a word that appears to have the prefix mid– in it. From the Eggcorn Forum (on the Eggcorn Database site), entry 665 Commentary by Lara Hopkins , 9/27/05:

“Mid-drift top” for “midriff top”. I spotted this on a mailing list just now. Maybe the speaker is imagining the hem to be progressively drifting upwards on the torso. “Midriff” in isolation is more or less obsolete nowadays.

Google confirms nearly 6000 examples, including a number of dress code handbooks:

“Thongs, “baggy” pants, mid-drift tops, “spaghetti strap tops”, etc. are not considered safe for school”…

“please forgo any mid-drift tops, tennis shoes, torn jeans, etc.”…

“#3 NO halter, tank or mid-drift tops.”…

“Matching bra or mid-drift tops are available, but are VERY small. ”…

And from Urban Dictionary:

mid-drift: A midriff/belly that is unintentionally visible due to the owner of the midriff’s shirt riding (drifting) up during use. That chick’s rocking some SERIOUS mid-drift. — by Wildbluesun 5/20/14

(Note that both report an attempt to rationalize drift as the second element in the word.)

If not drift, then maybe rift. From the Eggcorn Database on midriff » midrift, entered by me on 8/13/07:

Classification: English – final d/t-deletion

Analyzed or reported by: Hilary Robinson (link), Paul Brians (link), Peter Forster, calamityjane01 (link)

Suggested to me by Rachel Cristy, 13 August 2007. Earlier reports above.

Brians: “Midriff” derives from “mid-” and a very old word for the belly. Fashions which bare the belly expose the midriff. People think of the gap being created by scanty tops and bottoms as a rift, and mistakenly call it a “midrift” instead. In earlier centuries, before belly-baring was in, the midriff was also the piece of cloth which covered the area.

AMZ: It’s possible that this interpretation is encouraged by viewing the “midriff” pronunciation as the product of final t-deletion.

Kiko’s world: the (squatting-kneeling) posture. Kiko’s posture, kneeling with his legs spread, heels raised, and body vertical, but one leg raised as in squatting or crouching, is designed to thrust his crotch forward as much as possible and to display his muscular thighs (as the bare midriff displays his muscular abdominals).

Kiko’s world: facial expressions and pussies. Kiko’s facial expression in #1 combines an element of impertinence or impudence with one of seductiveness or sexiness. But it’s fairly restrained. Here’s George Michael going all out on these dimensions:

(#3)

The word impudent, all on its own, moves us towards sex. From NOAD:

adj. impudent: not showing due respect for another person; impertinent: he could have strangled this impudent upstart.  ORIGIN late Middle English (in the sense ‘immodest, indelicate’): from Latin impudent-, from in- ‘not’+ pudent- ‘ashamed, modest’ (from pudere ‘be ashamed’).

noun pudendum (plural pudenda: (often pudenda) a person’s external genitals, especially a woman’s. ORIGIN mid 17th century: from Latin pudenda (membra) ‘(parts) to be ashamed of’, neuter plural of the gerundive of pudere ‘be ashamed’.

In fact, Kiko is not only impudent, he’s a pussy:

noun pussy: 1 informal (also pussycat) a cat. 2 vulgar slang [a] a woman’s genitals [that is, her pudenda]. [b] women in general, considered sexually. [c] North American informal a weak, cowardly, or effeminate man. (NOAD)

pussyboy / pussy-boy / pussy boy ‘passive male homosexual, catamite, bottom boy’ (from several sources)

Kiko’s world: let’s have a kiki. Kiko’s shirt in #1 is embazoned KIKI. From my 3/19/17 posting “Sexting with emoji”, about Grindr gaymoji, including this one:

(#4)

With this explanation:

From Wikipedia:

A “kiki” (alternately kiking or a ki) is a term which grew out of Queer Black /Latino social culture – loosely defined as an expression of laughter or onomatopoeia for laughing, which extended to mean a gathering of friends for the purpose of gossiping and chit-chat, and later made more widely known in the song “Let’s Have a Kiki” by the Scissor Sisters. [2012] [Scissor Sisters videos can be viewed here and here]

(#5)

The Kiki world is extravagantly gay, also full of drag displays and general genderfuck.

Kiko’s world: targets and bullseyes. Kiko’s shirt in #1 has KIKI superimposed on a target. A target with its bullseye center. From NOAD:

noun bullseye: 1 [a] the center of the target in sports such as archery, shooting, and darts. [b] a shot that hits the center of a target in archery, shooting, and darts. [c] used to refer to something that achieves exactly the intended effect: the silence told him he’d scored a bullseye.

An archery target with an arrow penetrating the center of its bullseye:

(#6)

A bullseye is open to many symbolic interpretations — in particular, as an eye, so metaphorically a sign of focus or concentration, as in a mandala, and as an eyelike bodily cavity: the mouth, the vagina, or (as surely intended in #1) the anus (Kiko is a pussy boy).

A linguistic bonus: a version of the bullseye in now Unicode symbol U+0298, used to represent a bilabial click (the sound of a lip smack or kissing gesture)  — in a simple variant here:

(#7)

and in Times New Roman here:

(#8)

A standout in his shorts

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(Mesh Man in his underwear, leading us in many directions, but with plenty of sexual content — not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)

From the 12th: Mesh Man returns to the Daily Jocks underverse, flogging their fabulous Varsity Mesh Shorts, flaunting his famous receptive organ — he’s all man and a foot deep — kneeling with feeling in #1 and flashing a finger gun to his fans in #2:


(#1) Party shorts! (see the ad below) — I go down on one knee to go down on my guy


(#2) Always open for business® — and I got a gun cocked for you, too

I used to stand and watch him every day
He was always smooth and cool
I used to love to hear the people say
He’s a regular posing fool
But I’ve noticed in all the reports
When he took his bow
To the crowd and the town
The crowd went crazy
And the house came down
When Daddy wore his
Varsity
Mesh
Shorts

(Hat tip to Billy Green, who had no idea what I was going to do with this.)

Alas, we have no photos of Mesh Man when he was still the laddish Butt Boy, always poised to take care of his bad boy buddies. But here he is back on 2/13, in the posting “Mesh Man: Always Open for Business®”:


(#3) In an especially satisfying sexual liaison, Iron Man’s semen transformed the superhero into Mesh Man, now known as one of the Underverse’s stellar receptives

Earier this month, MM briefly explored hs penetrative side in a ad for Helsinki Athletica, which I recorded in my 4/9 posting “Athletica Sport Dick, how I admire thee”:

(#4)

Even in his Varsity moments, MM occasionally offers front as well as rear:


(#5) The Varsity Field Mesh jockstrap in white

The ad text:

VARSITY MESH RESTOCK! Our top seller of 2019 has been restocked, both sexy and preppy, Varsity prides itself on a great range of basics and statement pieces designed for every guy’s wardrobe. Jockstrap, Jock-Thong, Mesh Shorts, Mesh Singlet. All available now in Black & White.

… Mesh Shorts: Introducing the all new Varsity Mesh Collection!  These party shorts are made from a high quality Nylon mesh that is form-fitting to accentuate your curves. They are perfect to wear over the Varsity Field Underwear, or if you’re daring enough, nothing at all!

Where this will go now: to a personal note on MM’s body; to the source of the snatch of song above (“Very Soft Shoes” from the Broadway show Once Upon a Mattress), with notes on the formulaic expression dancing fool ‘fool for dancing’ and on Daddy/Boy relationships; to the squatting-kneeling postion or posture in #1 (with a wide range of uses, at least six, most (but not all) having to do with submission); and to the metaphorical chain “my finger is my gun is my cock”, as in the finger gun gesture in #2 (which leads to a Mexican standoff scene from US tv’s The Office and to Robert Mapplethorpe’s penis photography).

Got it? Hang on to your program, ’cause it’s time for the show.

A personal intro. I find the photos of MM, especially #2 and #4, moving and hypnotic; I keep coming back to gaze at them with great aching pleasure — because MM has the thin lean muscular body with long torso — the swimmer’s body — of my man Jacques, the male body I’ve been most familiar with in my life (even more than my own), in every detail, from the 26 years we were linked, so my ideal of a desirable male body. Essence of Jacques, with a version of J’s smile in #2, and even an updated edition of J’s 1970s hair in this classroom photo:

(#6)

I love this photo because it conveys his physical presence in the context of the man passionately engaged in his calling. This earlier beach photo strips things down to his body, but still conveys a persona in his half-smile:

(#7)

MM is not only an incarnation of this body type, but he also projects an amiable playful persona, so of course I’m crazy about his image.

The body type is well represented in the underverse, in men’s premium underwear ads –many in my earlier postings, though the genre tends towards bodybuilder types. And of course, in actual swimmers, like this one:

(#8)

And in the occasional pornstar, like this one cropped from the Lucas Studio ad for the Fourth of July in 2017:

(#9)

The Varsity Mesh Shorts song. This is an only slighty altered version of “Very Soft Shoes”, sung by the Jester in Once Upon a Mattress in loving memory of his father, who was a dancer. From Wikipedia:


(#10) Theatrical poster for the 1959 Broadway original, with Carol Burnett as Princess Winnifred, Jack Gilford as King Sextimus the Silent — and jazz and ballet dancer Matt Mattox as the Jester

Once Upon a Mattress is a musical comedy with music by Mary Rodgers, lyrics by Marshall Barer, and book by Jay Thompson, Dean Fuller, and Marshall Barer. It opened off-Broadway in May 1959, and then moved to Broadway. The play was written as an adaptation of the Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale The Princess and the Pea.

… Initial reviews of the play were mixed, but critics and actors alike were surprised by the show’s enduring popularity. Once Upon a Mattress is a popular choice for high school drama programs and community theatre groups.

(#11) “Very Soft Shoes”, from the original 1959 Broadway cast recording

The song comes in two parts, the first establishing the context:

I am far from sentimental or romantic
And I like to think I’m strictly up to date
But at times the dancing gets a bit too frantic
In these hectic days of 1428
So indulge me as I pause to raise my chalice
To a quaint and charming dance they used to do
In the days when my dear father played the palace
Back in 1392
My dad was debonair and quite as light as air
In his
Very
Soft
Shoes
How he could dip and glide
And skip and slip and slide
In his
Very
Soft
Shoes

Then the main story (the part I’ve riffed on):

I used to stand and watch him every day
He was always smooth and cool
I used to love to hear the people say
He’s a regular dancing fool
He barely touched the ground
And never made a sound
But I’ve noticed in all his reviews
That when he took his bow to the crowd and the crown
The crowd went crazy and the house came down
When Daddy wore his
Very
Soft
Shoes

The boldface material is stuff I’ve altered: I removed one couplet completely; made other changes to take the song out of a court context where a man dances for an audience and move it to a context where he poses for an audience, eliciting pleasure in the desirability of his body; and further sexualized things by replacing the soft shoes by mesh shorts, thereby shifting Daddy towards a gay Daddy/Boy interpretation, rather than a literal father/son interpretation.

Daddy/Boy relationships come up on this blog regularly, especially around Fathers Day. See, for example, my 6/21/15 posting “My hard-on belongs to Daddy”, and note this explanation from the GameLink gay porn emporium:

Gay daddies are older men with big hard cocks. Older men with the authority to be the boss and the equipment to make you like it. (link)

MM is an instance of an apparently paradoxical variant, the Amiable Bottom Daddy, but the species is fairly well attested, in real life as well as in gay porn (in an earlier life, I played this role on occasion). Daddiness is a matter of who’s in charge, not (necessarily) who does the fucking — a psychological arrangement, not an anatomical one.

Then, in the midst of “Very Soft Shoes”, there’s what I took to be a formulaic expression dancing fool ‘fool for dancing, someone who is devoted to dancing’ (playing on two senses of fool), which I altered to posing fool.

As I say, I took dancing fool to be some kind of fixed expression; posing fool was interpretable to me, but it sounded to me like a novel, creative extension of a fixed pattern. And, indeed, when I took the expression to the American Dialect Society mailing list, Ben Zimmer searched up some notable examples of dancing / dancin’ fool:

“The Dancin’ Fool”, 1920 silent comedy film (link); “The Dancing Fool”, 1932 animated cartoon with Betty Boop (link); “Dancin’ Fool”, 1974 song by The Guess Who (link); “Dancin’ Fool”, 1979 song by Frank Zappa (link)

What I had not thought about was the role of the head noun fool in all of this. On ADS-L, Garson O’Toole summarized some results from the slang dictionaries: HDAS with:

fool n. a person who is excessively dedicated to a given activity. — usu. constr. with prec. ppl. [1875 in DAE: A Fool for Luck.] 1913-1915 Van Loan Taking the Count 176: He’s the fightin’est little fool ‘at ever pulled on a glove. . . . 1953 I Love Lucy (CBS-TV): I’m a dancing fool!

And GDoS with:

fool n. 3. anyone excessively enthusiastic about a given activity or topic; thus dancing fool, singing fool; often found as a fool for … 1887 [US]  in Overland Monthly (CA) July 66: That air that fiddlin’ fool, Pete Dobine.

Some of this is boiled down in NOAD‘s entry:

noun fool: [a] a person who acts unwisely or imprudently; a silly person: what a fool I was to do this. [b] historical a jester or clown, especially one retained in a noble household. [c] informal a person [AZ: excessively] devoted to a particular activity: he is a running fool. [d] archaic a person who is duped.

Sense b is highly salient in the Mattress context, since the character who sings “Very Soft Shoes” is a jester, that is, a fool-b. Meanwhile, the subject of the song is a fool-c, as I noted above.

In modern usage, fool-c seems to occur in two patterns:

PRP (compound) pattern: V-prp fool — dancing fool, singing fool, running fool above (a compound, but with afterstress  (a dancing FOOL) rather than the forestress of ordinary N + N compounds, like a DANCING lesson, DANCING shoes)

FOR (prepositional) pattern: a fool for N — which the Merriam-Webster Online dictionary takes to be an idiom:

— a fool for idiom — used to say that a person likes or loves something or someone. He’s a fool for candy. I’m a fool for you. [The N can of course be a gerundive nominal: a fool for dancing.]

Both patterns deserve further study. The compound pattern does seem to very strongly prefer gerundive nominals as first elements; things like He’s a candy FOOL ‘he’s excessively fond of candy’ would appear to be very rare. That’s an empirical question, but one hard to investigate, since text searches can’t pick out the expressions with both the right prosody and the right interpretations.

The prepositional pattern is a bit easier to investigate, though you have to winnow out other senses, as in He’s a fool for several reasons and He’s a fool for profit (meaning that he works as a fool to earn money). As a start, I looked at all the relevant fool for examples on this blog (before this posting). As it happens, the topic of excessive enthusiasm for something is likely to come up on this blog specifically in connection with affection and sex, as here:

Long-time readers of this blog will know that I am a fool for kisses (link)

originally a genuine country boy, clever and sweet, but largely unschooled, also a fool for mansex (link)

Often as he offered his dick for sucking, Locke was a fool for cock, an ubercocksucker who loved to take loads in his mouth (link)

Though there is one musical example (referring to shapenote songs):

I’m a fool for trumpets, and angels. (link)

And, in my files of material for future postings, at least one sexual example with a gerundive nominal:

[gay pornstar and landscape architect] Marcus Iron is a fool for sucking cock, especially at glory holes

But to return to my original concern: it’s now clear to me that the PRP pattern occurs with a considerable range of Vs, but still dancing fool seems to be a very frequent collocation, something more like a cliché than an actual idiom.

Squatting-kneeling in #1. On to postures / positions and their social meanings. The overarching observation is about kneeling of all sorts; from Wikipedia:

Socially, kneeling, similar to bowing, is associated with reverence, respect, submission and obeisance, particularly if one kneels before a person who is standing or sitting: the kneeling position renders a person defenseless and unable to flee. For this reason, in some religions, in particular by Christians and Muslims, kneeling is used as a position for prayer, as a position of submission to God

(Such a posture might of course be chosen for utilitarian reasons, having to do with its suitability for particular actions.)

What we see in #1 is one variant of a posture combining kneeling (with one leg) and squatting or crouching (with the other). A posture noted on this blog in my 4/21/19 posting “Let’s have a kiki … in me”:


(#12) Kiko in a squat/kneel — squeel, I’ll call it — position in a Barcode Berlin ad, differing from MM’s position on several dimensions

Squeeling is the position for, at least:

(a) genuflection, as part of Christian religious practice

(b) kneeling in honor of a fallen comrade on the battlefield

(c) getting knighted

(d) “taking a/the knee” in protest of injustice

(e)  shooting a rifle, as one of the standard positions

(f) fellating a standing man, as an alternative to a two-knee kneel

Squeeling: genuflection. From Wikipedia:

Genuflection or genuflexion … [from early times] has been a gesture of deep respect for a superior. Today, the gesture is common in the Christian religious practices of the Anglican Church, Lutheran Church, Roman Catholic Church, and Western Rite Orthodox Church. The Latin word genuflectio, from which the English word is derived, originally meant kneeling rather than the rapid dropping to one knee and immediately rising that became customary in Western Europe in the Middle Ages. It is often referred to as “going down on one knee” [the caption for #1 exploits the ambiguity of going down] or “bowing the knee”.

Nice cartoon by Bill Abbott, showing an employee genuflecting before his employer in an office, with the boss saying,“Rise. Genuflecting was only required during internship.” (Using the cartoon requires a fee, so I’m describing it to you.)

Squeeling: honoring the fallen dead. On the website of the All Classics, Ltd. company, which supplies (among other things) custom bronze statues:


(#12) “Life-Size Kneeling Soldier Memorial Statue” (4 ft. tall) — on sale for $13,000

Squeeling: getting knighted. From an unidentified print-maker, this scene to stir the imperialist British heart:


(#13) Queen Elizabeth I knighting Sir Francis Drake on board the Golden Hind at Deptford in London on 4 April 1581; from Illustrations of English and Scottish History (1882) (Getty Images)

Squeeling: taking a knee in protest. Not so much a gesture of submission, but an unmistakable rejection of the gesture of standing for the playing of the national anthem before sports events.


(#14) Eric Greed and Colin Kaepernick of the NFL’s 49ers taking a knee in 2016 to call attention to systematic racism and injustice in the historical treatment of people of color in the US

Squeeling: the kneeling position in rifelry. Entirely utilitarian, this one: the kneeling position steadies the arm holding the stock of the rifle. From the Peterson’s Hunting site:


(#15) One of the three basic positions: prone, kneeling, standing

Squeeling: giving a standing blow job. An alternative to two-knee kneeling when fellating a standing man. The standing blow job is usually understood as submissive for the cocksucker — it’s configured as a kind of worship — but it also has its utilitarian side, since the act requires no furniture and can easily be performed almost anywhere.

Usually, the cocksucker does a two-knee kneel, but the position is somewhat unsteady (a cocksucker will often steady themselves by holding onto their man’s hipbones) and can be tiring on the cocksucker’s thigh muscles. A squeel can alleviate both problems, as in this scene of automotive fellatio in the great outdoors (dick suppressed to satisfy the modesty of WordPress and social media):

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So much for MM squeeling in #1.

I’m a desperate man … send fingers, guns, and penises! (with apologies to the late Warren Zevon). In #2, still displaying his muscular buttocks, MM is standing, and flashing the (raised) finger gun gesture, in which an index finger symbolizes the cock-and-gun gun complex, sometimes the gun, sometimes the cock; and sometimes the gun symbolizes the cock, but sometimes the cock symbolizes the gun. (I owe the idea of the complex to Robert Mapplethorpe’s 1982 photograph Cock and Gun — which I cannot of course show you here, though you can view it cordoned off in a carnal ghetto with the similarly themed Jack walls, #833 (also from 1982) in “The Mapplethorpe gun file” on AZBlogX.)

On the finger gun, from Wikipedia:

The finger gun is a hand gesture in which the subject uses their hand to mimic a handgun, raising their thumb above their fist to act as a hammer, and one finger extended perpendicular to it acting as a barrel. The middle finger can also act as the trigger finger or part of the barrel itself.

It is also sometimes used by placing the “gun” to the side of one’s own head in, in one’s mouth, or under the chin, as if committing suicide, to indicate a strong desire to be put out of one’s misery, either from boredom or exasperation, or to express one’s dislike for a situation. In addition, it can also be used as a way to say “hey” or “what’s up” to friends or acquaintances. It can be used as an insulting gesture, as to suggest your brain should be blown out of the back of your head.


(#18) Rowan Atkinson’s tv character Mr. Bean performing the upraised variant of the finger gun (as in #2), preparatory to lowering the weapon and firing it

Children, teenagers, and teacher’s assistants have occasionally been punished or removed from school for making the gesture. In some cases, this was because authority figures interpreted it as a signal for threatening real violence, while in others they interpreted it as unacceptably supportive of gun violence in general.

MM’s finger-gun performance in #2 can be seen as an offer to use his gun-cock on you, or as an appreciation of gun-cocks, modeling how you might use this one on him. Either way, he’s amiable.

Finger guns can easily be put to playful purposes. They can, for example, be used to create make-believe Mexican standoffs, as in this finger-gun “Standoff” scene from tv’s The Office (US):

(#19) S6 E10 (11/12/09), “Murder”

On the Mexican standoff, from Wikipedia:

A Mexican standoff is a confrontation in which no strategy exists that allows any party to achieve victory. As a result, all participants need to maintain the strategic tension, which remains unresolved until some outside event makes it possible to resolve it.

The term Mexican standoff was originally used in the context of using firearms and today still commonly implies a situation in which the parties face some form of threat from the other parties [OED3 (Dec. 2001) has its first cite from 1876]. The Mexican standoff is a recurring trope in cinema, in which several armed characters hold each other at gunpoint.

… A Mexican standoff where each party is pointing a gun at another is now considered a movie cliché, stemming from its frequent use as a plot device in cinema. A famous example of the trope is in Sergio Leone’s 1966 Western The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, where the titular characters played by Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef and Eli Wallach face each other at gunpoint.

Mapplethorpe on the cock-gun complex. Mapplethorpe’s preoccupation with penises, especially erect ones, resulted in a huge assortment of photographs, some now quite famous. The two cock-gun photographs in my AZBlogX posting of yesterday (#2 and #3 there) are from the same 1982 shoot: #2 is a close-up, with the subject naked; #3 is a mid shot, with the same subject clothed, his erect penis protruding from his open fly. My comment there:

Symbolism, sure. But is the gun a symbol of a penis, or is the penis a symbol of a gun? (The dangerous dick. It can kill.)

The gun in both is a very small revolver (considerably smaller than the cock in the photos) of odd appearance (but then I’m an idiot about handguns):


(#20) The gun in Mapplethorpe’s cock-gun photos; I suspect it of being a toy gun

Also on AZBlogX is a Mapplethorpe cock-gun photo I can display here:


(#21) Patrice, N.Y.C. (1977): The penis as gun, but sheathed in its holster.

The Discreet Sportswear of the Bourgeoisie

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Found on Pinterest, this photo from the Vintage Dancer site’s posting “Vintage Hiking and Camping Clothes – 1910 to 1950”:

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[blog caption] Around 1900, tweed and plaid prints were symbolic with sportswear for the upper classes. Here both suits and knickers were options for hiking and gardening? (watering can?)

Just one scene from the great surrealistic comedy of sexual manners and mannered clothing, The Discreet Sportswear of the Bourgeoisie. In synopsis:

– Herbert clutches his watering can apprehensively, hoping to catch Lionel’s eye and whisk the fashionable young man off for a vigorous afternoon communing with Herbert’s lush deep-purple gloxinias.

– Lionel, still in full golf drag from his morning’s exertions, guards a picnic basket stuffed with hallucinatory Peruvian ayahuasca, waiting for the perfect moment to snare the aloof Gilbert.

– Gilbert, so thoughtlessly unaware of the others, so utterly attuned to the pinnacle of his own physical and sartorial perfections, is calmly ejaculating in his secret silk hiking briefs from Andrew Christan. His semen smells subtly of lavender from the fields of Provence.

Background from Wikipedia:

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The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (French: Le Charme discret de la bourgeoisie) is a 1972 surrealist film directed by Luis Buñuel and written by Jean-Claude Carrière in collaboration with the director. The film was made in France and is mainly in French, with some dialogue in Spanish.

The narrative concerns a group of upper middle class people attempting—despite continual interruptions — to dine together.

A remarkable film.

A coincidence of days

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(Several shirtless people, in case that annoys or distresses you, but otherwise mostly about music.)

According to my calendar, today is both World Naked Gardening Day and World Accordion Day, which naturally led me to imagine a naked gardener playing the accordion. But my calendar turns out to be half wrong: World Accordion Day is fixed on May 6th; World Naked Gardening Day, on the other hand, is a movable feast, the first Saturday in May, which this year was the 4th.

However, the two occasions did coincide exactly in 2017, and at least one accordion-playing gardener squeezed nude for that occasion.

Naked gardening. Covered, so to speak, on this blog in a 5/4/15 posting “More naked calendars”. The event is sponsored by earnest naturists, so is at most a bit naughty, not actually racy. But of course people are entirely willing to take the day into blue waters. Here’s a “Palm Boy” illustration from John Grimshaw’s Garden Diary for 5/5/12 on World Gardening Day:


(#1) [Grimshaw’s caption] “A particpant in World Naked Gardening Day?”

Squeeze me on the 6th. On today’s musical holiday, from the CIA:

The Confédération Internationale des Accordéonistes (CIA) is pleased to welcome you to World Accordion Day. Since 2009, each May 6th, the CIA has been promoting World Accordion Day.

Our first World Accordion Day was held on 6th May 2009, marking the 180th birthday of the accordion – May 6th 1829, the date the accordion was first patented, in Vienna, Austria, by Cyrillius Demien.

From the (rather poorly organized) Wikipedia entry:

Accordions (from 19th-century German Akkordeon, from Akkord—”musical chord, concord of sounds”) are a family of box-shaped musical instruments of the bellows-driven free-reed aerophone type … The concertina and bandoneón are related; the harmonium and American reed organ are in the same [still larger] family.

The instrument is played by compressing or expanding the bellows while pressing buttons or keys, causing pallets to open, which allow air to flow across strips of brass or steel, called reeds. These vibrate to produce sound inside the body …The performer normally plays the melody on buttons or keys on the right-hand manual, and the accompaniment, consisting of bass and pre-set chord buttons, on the left-hand manual.

The accordion is widely spread across the world. In some countries (for example Brazil, Colombia, Dominican Republic, Mexico and Panama) it is used in popular music (for example Gaucho, Forró and Sertanejo in Brazil, Vallenato in Colombia, and norteño in Mexico), whereas in other regions (such as Europe, North America and other countries in South America) it tends to be more used for dance-pop and folk music [in particular, in American polka music] … Additionally, the accordion is used in cajun, zydeco, jazz music and in both solo and orchestral performances of classical music.

[A note on conceptual categories and labels. As the Wikipedia entry says, the accordion, concertina, and the type of concertina known as a bandoneon are closely related (much like the keyboard instruments the clavichord, harpsichord, fortepiano, and (modern) piano), and music created for one can generally be played on the others, though requiring somewhat different techniques and producing distinctive auditory results.

That is, the accordion and concertina together belong to a higher-level conceptual category, one that does in fact have a label in English, but it’s a decidedly slangy one. From NOAD on the noun squeezebox (also squeeze box): informal ‘an accordion or concertina’.]

I’ll soon move on to the accordion as a fabled Parisian street instrument, and the music of Édith Piaf; and to the bandoneon as an instrument of tango, and the music of Astor Piazzolla. But first, more shirtlessness.

From imgur, “just a naked girl in a dryer with an accordion…” by mephistophelesjanx on 12/22/12:


(#2) The young woman is, however, playing a concertina, not an accordion, so, maybe, just a naked girl in a dryer with a squeezebox; no gardening appears to be involved

From Wikipedia on the instrument in #2:

A concertina is a free-reed musical instrument, like the various accordions and the harmonica. It consists of expanding and contracting bellows, with buttons (or keys) usually on both ends, unlike accordion buttons, which are on the front.

The concertina was developed in England and Germany. The English version was invented in 1829 by Sir Charles Wheatstone,  while Carl Friedrich Uhlig announced the German version five years later, in 1834. Various forms of concertina are used for classical music, for the traditional musics of Ireland, England, and South Africa, and for tango and polka music.

Edith Piaf. Accordions are associated with an extraordinary range of musical traditions, among them the romantic fantasy of accordion-playing musicians strolling the streets of Paris, playing sweetly sad songs of love. If the Paris movie in your mind has a singer in it, that’s probably Édith Piaf’s soaring voice you hear, with its throaty vibrato and fabulously rolled r’s.

The beginning of the Wikipedia entry:

Édith Piaf (born Édith Giovanna Gassion; 19 December 1915 – 10 October 1963) was a French vocalist, songwriter, cabaret performer and film actress noted as France’s national chanteuse and one of the country’s most widely known international stars.

Piaf’s music was often autobiographical and she specialized in chanson and torch ballads about love, loss and sorrow. Her most widely known songs include “La Vie en rose” (1946), “Non, je ne regrette rien” (1960), “Hymne à l’amour” (1949), “Milord” (1959), “La Foule” (1957), “L’Accordéoniste” (1940), and “Padam, padam…” (1951).

Since her death in 1963, several biographies and films have studied her life, including 2007’s Academy Award-winning La Vie en rose — and Piaf has become one of the most celebrated performers of the 20th century.

On “La Vie en rose”, from Wikipedia:

“La Vie en rose” (French: Life in pink) is the signature song of popular French singer Édith Piaf, written in 1945, popularized in 1946, and released as a single in 1947. The song became very popular in the US in 1950 with no fewer than seven different versions reaching the Billboard charts.

… The song’s title can be translated as “Life in happy hues,” “Life seen through happy lenses,” “Life in rosy hues”; its literal meaning is “Life in Pink.”

(#3) Piaf performing the song in the 1948 movie Neuf garçons, un cœur [complete with typo in the title]

For serious accordion involvement, however, we need to turn to “L’Accordéoniste”. From Wikipedia:

“L’Accordéoniste” is a song made famous by Édith Piaf. It was written in 1940 by Michel Emer, who then offered it to her.

… The song tells a story of a prostitute who loves an accordion player (and the music he plays, namely a dance called java). Then he has to leave for the war. She finds refuge in music, dreaming about how they will live together when he comes back

(#4) La fille de joie est belle / Au coin de la rue là-bas …

It’s hard for me to leave Piaf without playing at least “Non, je ne regrette rien” and “Milord”, but I must sacrifice them to go on to the bandoneon.

Astor Pizzolla. His instrument, from Wikipedia:

The bandoneon (or bandonion, Spanish: bandoneón) is a type of concertina particularly popular in Argentina and Uruguay. It is an essential instrument in most tango ensembles from the traditional orquesta típica of the 1910s onwards.


(#5) Astor Piazzolla performing in France in July 1986

The bandoneon, so named by the German instrument dealer, Heinrich Band (1821–1860), was originally intended as an instrument for religious and popular music of the day, in contrast to its predecessor, German concertina (or Konzertina), which had predominantly used in folk music. Around 1870, German and Italian emigrants and sailors brought the instrument to Argentina, where it was adopted into the nascent genre of tango music, a descendant of the earlier milonga.

And on Piazzolla:

Astor Pantaleón Piazzolla (March 11, 1921 – July 4, 1992) was an Argentine tango composer, bandoneon player, and arranger. His oeuvre revolutionized the traditional tango into a new style termed nuevo tango, incorporating elements from jazz and classical music. A virtuoso bandoneonist, he regularly performed his own compositions with a variety of ensembles.

And on his most famous composition, a remarkable piece of chamber music:

Libertango is a composition by tango composer Astor Piazzolla, recorded and published in 1974 in Milan. The title is a portmanteau merging “Libertad” (Spanish for liberty) and “Tango”, symbolizing Piazzolla’s break from Classical Tango to Tango Nuevo.

(#6) The first video of Libertango

Piazzolla was an immensely prolific composer, writing solo pieces, a huge number of chamber works, also concertos and symphonies, and works harder to classify.

An accordion-playing gardener squeezed nude for World Accordion Day / World Naked Gardening Day in 2017, from Twitter:

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It’s come around again

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(Consider the topic before reading on.)

That would be National Masturbation Day, May 7th, today — launching National Masturbation Month, lusty May:


(#1) From my 5/4/18 posting “Then, if ever, come lusty days”


(#2) “Black Solo” (from the Porn for Women TV site), cropped

Specifically, self-lust, self-pleasure.  A regular topic on this blog — write about what you know, they say, and I’ve been practicing this one for about 67 years — also an occasional hook for movie comedy.

The back files for the chirosexual holidays (cf. chiropodist, lit. ‘hand-foot-ist’):

from 6/2/13 “A holiday I missed”: National Masturbation Month (May) and Day (May 7th); attitudes about masturbation

from 5/13/16 “stroke”: masturbation and its vocabulary; masturbation sleeves

from 3/24/17 “Hand jobs”

from 3/24/17 “The invention of the X job”, taking off from the idea that the hand job was an invention

from 5/13/17 “Months and days”: why May for National Masturbation Month?

Masturbation at the movies. Four picks. Masturbating oneself, rather than another. Male masturbation, specifically. And comedies, though the Comedy category embraces a wide range of approaches.

1 Spanking the Monkey (1994). From Wikipedia:

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Spanking the Monkey is a 1994 American black comedy film written and directed by David O. Russell. The title is a slang phrase for masturbation and is used in the film by one of the teenage characters.

Frustrated masturbation; prostitutes; incest; suicide attempts. But somehow funny.

There’s Something About Mary (1998). From Wikipedia:

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There’s Something About Mary is a 1998 comedy film, directed by the Farrelly brothers, Bobby and Peter. It stars Cameron Diaz, Ben Stiller and Matt Dillon and it is a combination of romantic comedy, slapstick, and gross-out film.

In 1985, high school student Ted Stroehmann (Ben Stiller) lands a prom date with his dream girl Mary Jensen (Cameron Diaz), which is cancelled after a painful and embarrassing zipper accident.

Ted gets his dick caught in his zipper. And then there’s the hair gel clip:

 (#5) With cum on Ted’s ear

3 American Pie (1999). From my 10/22/15 posting “From shirtless Monday: Seann William Scott”, on the actor as Stifler in 1999’s American Pie:

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[Wikipedia: The title is borrowed from the pop song of the same name and refers to a scene in the film, in which the lead character is caught masturbating with a pie after being told that third base feels like “warm apple pie”.]

… Even from the poster — with its slogan “There’s something about your first piece” — you can see it revels tastelessly in teen sex. And so it does, hilariously. But with many very sweet touches.

4 Don Jon (2013). From Wikipedia:

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Don Jon is a 2013 American romantic comedy-drama film written and directed by Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Produced by Ram Bergman and Nicolas Chartier, the film stars Gordon-Levitt, Scarlett Johansson, and Julianne Moore, with Rob Brown, Glenne Headly, Brie Larson, and Tony Danza in supporting roles. The film premiered under its original title Don Jon’s Addiction at the Sundance Film Festival on January 18, 2013, and had its wide release in the United States on September 27, 2013.

Plot: Jon Martello is a young Italian American and modern-day Don Juan living in New Jersey, with a short list of things he cares about: “my body, my pad, my ride, my family, my church, my boys, my girls, my porn.” Though he has a very active sex life, he is more sexually satisfied by viewing pornography and masturbating, which he claims allows him to “lose himself.”

Another theme from the masturbation literature: that it’s so satisying, and so easy, that it can supplant desire for sex with a partner.

News for Fenis

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(Reference to penises, plus some penis art and garments for penises, so not to everyone’s taste.)

From Kyle Wohlmut on Facebook today, items from the gift shop at Castello di Fénis, in the Italian Alps:


(#1) Models of the castle, the castle in snowglobes, but featuring a bag with Fenis (easily read as Penis) in a red heart, conveying ‘I love Fenis’

First: on the castle, the town, and its location (so close to Switzerland — on this blog, many roads lead to Switzerland; or Homoland; or both). Then the red meat: on readings of Fenis; on penis bags (bags with penises on them); on penis bags (bags with penis on them); and on the intimate men’s garment the penis bag (aka penis pouch or cock sock).

Fénis Castle. From Wikipedia:

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Fénis Castle (Italian: Castello di Fénis, French: Château de Fénis) is an Italian medieval castle located in the town of Fénis [about 13 km (8 mi.) from the city of Aosta]. It is one of the most famous castles in Aosta Valley, and for its architecture and its many towers and battlemented walls has become one of the major tourist attractions of the region.

Aosta is 38.9 km (24.2 mi.) from the Great St Bernard Pass by road. On the map:


(#3) Where the northwest corner of Italy abuts both France (to the west) and Switzerland (to the north) — all breath-takingly up in the Alps

From my 12/5/18 posting “News for massive dogs: St. Bernard of Menthon”

[from Wikipedia: the Great St Bernard Pass] connects Martigny in the canton of Valais in Switzerland with Aosta in the region Aosta Valley in Italy. It is the lowest pass lying on the ridge between the two highest mountains of the Alps, Mont Blanc and Monte Rosa [aka Dufourspitze]. The pass itself is located in Switzerland in the canton of Valais, very close to Italy.

(Yes, where the dogs come from.)

The Fenis bag. Things would no doubt have been easier if the bag had said Fénis, and if the F of Fenis hadn’t looked so much like a P. As it stands, some readers were tempted to see Fenis as the plural of Feni, whatever a Feni is; the bag then says you ❤ them.

Two other readers went for Fenis as a pun. One offered Fenis navidad (Feliz Navidad). Another went for Fenis reborn (Venus Reborn, that is the painting The Birth of Venus by Botticelli).

But whether you saw that F as a P or not, you almost surely entertained ❤Fenis as ❤ Penis. Of course you did. That makes the bag in #1 a penis bag, for some interpretation of the compound penis bag. Here are three…

— a bag with a penis on it. As it trns out, there are tons of bags of all sorts (tote bags, handbags, gym bags, what have you) with representations of penises on them, ranging from the anatomically accurate to the stunningly artful. For instance, this playful duffel bag with rainbow penises on it, from the søciety6 site:


(#4) The “You can’t say Happiness without Penis” bag by Nikki Nikki

— a bag with penis on it. Two canvas tote bags from CafePress: just plain penis:

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and I ❤ PENIS:

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— a bag for a penis: a penis pouch or cock sock, like this LinvMe penis pouch available from Amazon (in black, blue, and red):

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(The  makers of #7 think that one size fits almost all. I’m dubious.)


Annals of fruity goodness: the strawberry file

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(Warning: It ends with indirect allusion to mansex and with two shirtless actors, arms around each other’s shoulders, showing their stuff in their underwear.)

A recent posting in the My Home is California group on Facebook:

(a) I dreamed of photographing a sliced strawberry …, thinking it was a fruit. It is actually more closely related to a rose.

To which I now respond, first:

(b) I dreamed of photographing a sliced potato, thinking it was a vegetable. It is actually more closely related to a petunia.

And, second:

(c) I dreamed of photographing James Franco, thinking he was a fruit. He is actually more closely related to a piece of meat.

Strawberries. A photo — not the one on FB, but one from the Stark Bros. nursery, because it shows strawberry flowers (and a connection to roses):


(#1) Ad for the Strawberry Shortcake Collection: 100 plants of 4 varieties (for $40)

An expanded version of my response to (a):

This fruit stuff has gotten entirely out of hand (typically, it comes up in connection with tomatoes). In botanical writing, fruit is the name of a plant part (rose hips are fruits; so are acorns, the winged samaras of maple trees. and the pods of locust trees; so are zucchini, peppers, avocados, and string beans; and, yes, so are berries, including strawberries); in culinary writing, fruit is the name of a type of food (NOAD: ‘the sweet and fleshy product of a tree or other plant that contains seed and can be eaten as food’; specifically, they’re eaten as sweet food). They’re different words, with different meanings, like bank referring to a financial institution or the side of a river.

Also, even botanists don’t say that strawberries are roses; they say that Fragaria is a genus of plants in the Rosaceae family. The common name for plants in the genus Fragaria is “strawberry” (also for their fruits); the informal name for the Rosaceae is “the rose family” (which includes roses, all the stonefruit trees, almond trees, raspberries, cotoneaster shrubs, the garden flower and wildflower cinqefoil / potentilla, and more). But strawberries aren’t roses, any more than apples, peaches, almonds, or blackberries are.

You can see a bit of the relationship between strawberry plants, rose plants, and almond trees by looking at their flowers. Compare (a) with these flowers:


(#2) A (single) rose blossom


(#3) An almond blossom

Potatoes. The potato as a culinary object is the tuber of the plant, and its culinary function is as a vegetable, in one of several culinary roles.

Botanically, the plant is in the Solanaceae, or nightshade family, along with Jimson weed, tomato, tomatillo, chili pepper and bell pepper, eggplant, Cape gooseberry, Atropa belladonna (deadly nightshade), Chinese lantern, tobacco, garden nicotiana, petunia, Chilean potato tree, and more. Some discussion in my 10/17/17 posting “gypsum weed etc.”

Again, the flowers are similar.

Fruity goodness and James Franco. The nominal fruity goodness is now used fairly widely in food writing on the net and in ads for fruit-scented products, but it seems to be quite recent; Google Ngram pulls up no instances at all in the books in its current sample. But then there’s:


(#4) A self-improvement book: “Written by a health enthusiast from the viewpoint of Traditional Chinese Medicine, this book provides a friendly approach to health and vitality for the busy individual”

Astoundingly, I found no uses of fruity goodness (exploiting the gay slur fruit) in porn writing, whether intended dramatically or comically. I was hoping for something like, “I savored his fruity goodness flooding my mouth and looked up thankfully into his piercing eyes”. But no.

But I still have James Franco, who repeatedly presents himself as some kind of fruit — queer in spirit, gay as a character — but not as a fruit-fruit — not drawn to sex with other men. So: not a (sexual) fruit, but certainly a piece of (sexual) meat in his presentation of himself, as in this photo of Keegan Allen (left) with Franco (right) in their Nasty Pig underwear (designed for guys to flaunt their meat), on the occasion of their appearing together in the movie King Cobra:


(#5) From my 6/14/17 posting “Pride Time #4: gay porn and gay bioflicks”

Fruity goodness, but in very modest helpings.

The videographer

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It came to me via Google Alert last week, another creative Zwicky: Denis Zwicky, videographer in Miami. At first, I guessed from his French first name and his fluent but non-native English that he was related to the Zwickys of Wallisellen, outside Zürich, of the Zwicky thread and yarn company and now the Zwicky Areal Facility, an exploration of urban development on the grounds of the thread factory:


(#1) Wallisellen: the old factory and a corner of the new development

Though they’re in German-speaking Switzerland, the younger generations of the family mostly have French names (I’ve written about Joelle); see my 6/27/18 posting “Three Züricher Peter Zwickys”, with a section about “Silk Peter” of the thread company and his four daughters.

But no, far otherwise. As I wrote in yesterday’s posting “Das Wappen”, Denis turned out to be one of the Slavic Zwickys (more in today’s posting “Tsviki from Belarus”). However, I’ll put this personal and family history aside for today, to report on Denis the videographer.

Specifically, from his ZwickyFilm website for “wedding and cinematography video in Miami”, this “Who we are?” statement:


(#2) A display of six of DZ’s videos: five wedding videos and a 2019 Miami Beach Pride video ad for the men’s fashion company 2(X)IST

Zwicky Filmmaking is a Video Company located in Miami, Florida. We always try to make our works cause feelings and be special. We take the process of shooting very seriously, and we always try to do something unique in every work. Zwicky Filmmaking we specialize in Commercial, Wedding, Promo-Video as well as Real Estate and non-commercial projects.

From DZ’s page on the WEVA (Wedding & Event Videographers Association International) site for professional wedding photographers (in the US, UK, Canada, Ireland, Iceland, and Australia) — of course there’s a professional organization — this intense banner:


(#3) Featuring a still from the very erotic “Black Magic Woman” (cinematic video)

Then two photos of DZ himself:


(#4) On a shoot for a video about New York City, with camera and notably magenta t-shirt


(#5) DZ’s presentation of himself for prospective clients

It’s worth reflecting on these, since they’re an artist’s self-portraits. In both, DZ’s gaze is to the side, not confronting the viewer, but absorbed in his work. In the ad shot, he’s casual in a flannel shirt, masculine and easy-going, smiling pleasantly; his wedding clients are young couples, so he wants to appear both cooperative and competent, and inspire trust in both women and men (not too fussy, not too aggressive, not too stiff). (This is my reading; I’m sure Denis didn’t think it through like this when he was choosing his clothes and striking his pose — he just went with what felt right, no doubt after trying a lot of things out, that’s what artists do, but the result is there for people like me to analyze.

A bit more detail on the Miami Beach Pride video, which I think is wonderfully shot and wonderfully cut; I wanted more (but it’s an ad). The video:

(#6)”Promo video for American luxury fashion label 2(X)IST on Miami Beach Pride 2019 . Videographer: Denis Zwicky. Music: Mikey Geiger – Fern Avenue.”

From Wikipedia:

2(X)IST (pronounced “to exist”) is an American luxury fashion label that makes men’s underwear, swimwear, activewear, loungewear, socks, and watches. 2XIST also launched a women’s line featuring activewear, sleepwear and intimates. The company was founded in 1991 by Gregory Sovell and is headquartered in New York City.

The core business is high-end homowear (underwear and swimwear), often advertised extravagantly, as in this ad from a 6/8/16 posting of mine:

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The ballet of Mango Meshman

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(Mango Meshman shows off his body, to the accompaniment of mansexually suggestive lyrics. Not for everyone.)

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The beauty of his buttocks
And the juicy sweetness
Of his secret parts

We know him in a previous incarnation as the fabulously receptive superhero Mesh Man:


(#2) From my 2/13/19 posting “Mesh Man: Always Open for Business®”

(And again in my 4/27/19 posting “A standout in his shorts”, with Mesh Man “flaunting his famous receptive organ — he’s all man and a foot deep”, in photos #1  – #3 (and admiring his penis in #4).)

But now he’s doing business as Mango Meshman, the maestro of the Mango Ballet, with costumes provided by a new fetish underwear line, DJX, from the Daily Jocks firm (ad in my mail today). The ad copy:

Get party ready with the DJX Trough Collection. Exclusive to DailyJocks this party look will make you stand out from the crowd with matching Harness, Jockstrap, Shorts & Socks.

From NOAD:

noun trough: a long, narrow open container for animals to eat or drink out of: a water trough.

The trough in the ad will suggest pigs feeding, and gay sexual excess.

As for the Mango Ballet, it’s a dance form of Meshman’s own devising, based on four ballet positions, each with an associated color and character; each character has perfectly color coordinated clothes (harness, jockstrap, shorts, and socks) — fetishwear with style:


(#3) First position: the Red Fool, an especially ridiculous-looking posture and costume


(#4) Second position: the Blue Victor


(#5) Third position: the Khaki Contemplative


(#6) Fourth Position: the Black Cruiser

In the technical literature on Mango Ballet, the first two positions are known as covered positions: the buttocks are covered by shorts, and the dancer’s prominent package is highlighted instead. And the last two as open positions: the dancer’s buttocks are on display in his jockstrap.

The fourth position is sometimes known jocularly as The Closer, or as the Coup de Grâce.

Follow-up: John Rechy

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Yesterday’s posting “High 5 from a bison”, all about number(s), ended with some exposition of John Rechy’s 1967 novel Numbers, about a male hustler collecting lots of tricks — numbers of numbers — on the streets and in the parks of Los Angeles. Now two follow-ups: Soft Cell’s (“Tainted Love”) musical tribute to the novel, and notes on Rechy’s life and career, still going at 88.

Soft Cell. From Wikipedia:

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The Art of Falling Apart is the second full-length album by the English synthpop duo Soft Cell [Marc Almond and David Ball], released in 1983. [“Numbers” was the 3rd track of 8 on the original album]

(#2)… And you never know their names

Because names make a person real
And there’s no real people in these games

… Until you wake up one day
And find that you’re a number

Rechy and his cohort. To place him in his times: Rechy’s immediate cohort, of gay male writers born close to 1930 (living people’s names in boldface):

†Edward Albee 3/12/28; †Thom Gunn 8/29/29; John Rechy 3/10/31 [note: Rechy doesn’t like the label gay]

Some other men (of gay interest, but not all gay) in this cohort:

†Maurice Sendak 6/10/28; Stephen Sondheim 3/22/30; †Steve McQueen 3/24/30; †Harvey Milk 5/22/30; †James Dean 2/8/31; †Tab Hunter 7/11/31; †Anthony Perkins 4/4/32; Joel Grey 4/11/32

In the preceding cohort, gay male writers born close to 1925 (the list is heavy on poets; hey, that’s one of my things):

†James Baldwin 8/2/24; †Truman Capote 9/30/24; †Yukio Mishima 1/14/25; †Jack Spicer 1/30/25; †James Merrill 3/3/26; †Frank O’Hara 3/27/26; †Allen Ginsberg 6/3/26; †John Ashbery 7/28/27

Some other gay men in this cohort:

†Rock Hudson 11/17/25; †Roy Cohn 2/20/27 [Cohn famously denied being gay]

The cohort following Rechy’s (men born close to 1935) is very sparse indeed, presumably an effect of the Great Depression; for gay male writers, I find only:

Larry Kramer 6/25/35

(My own cohort, of men born close to 1940, is much bigger.)

Webs of association, friendship, and sexual connection are complex and often dense. Thom Gunn taught at Stanford on occasion, but we never met. I never met Ginsberg, but we’re just two steps apart sexually. Otherwise, given our sexual and life histories, it would be remarkable if I were not connected by sexual chains to Rechy, Gunn, O’Hara, and Kramer, but of course the links would just have been nameless numbers (and the chains possibly quite long).

Rechy in old age. After a very long slog of being both reviled and celebrated, and patching together a life from gigs teaching writing at various institutions (at which, I am told by friends, he was very good) and erratic income from his books, with frequent work breaks for hustling and simple tricking as well (activities he is not in the slightest apologetic about — think of them as passionate hobbies), Rechy has reached some sort of apex of his career, with the publication of two books in the past two years, awards and honors, and interviews. He’s now famous in L.A., in gay/queer studies, and in Chicano/Hispanic studies (he’s Mexican-American).

At 88, he is still intensely body-proud, extremely guarded about his emotions, and invested in projecting a strongly masculine identity — and entirely self-aware about all of this.

Two L.A. interviews in 2018, the first focused on his 2017 novel After the Blue Hour, the second on his novel Pablo!, published in 2018.

From the LA Times on 10/19/18, in “John Rechy, a prophet of liberation” by Alex Espinosa:


(#2) “John Rechy, at home in Los Angeles, is the charismatic 87-year-old writer whose “City of Night,” published in 1963, is a landmark of gay literature. (Myung J. Chun / Los Angeles Times)” [Yes, he dyes his hair. Carefully.]

… He lives at the end of a cul-de-sac in a quiet section of Encino.

… Rechy and his mate Michael (he bristles at the term “partner” or “husband”) meet me at the door. Rechy’s handshake — like his writing, like his very life — is exact, tough, but tender at the same time. His stare is focused, nothing gets past him, and when he gives you that look, you want to linger there with him. At 87, he is still producing work.


(#3) “John Rechy in the 1970s (Collection of John Rechy)”

“After the Blue Hour” was published last February by Grove Press. “The novel is unflinching in its candor even as its events have a tantalizing aura of mystery,” wrote Publisher’s Weekly; Kirkus Review called it “[b]eautifully written.” The novel won the 2018 Lambda Literary award for best gay fiction.

Then from the Los Angeles Review of Books on 9/2/18, in “Technicolor Saints and Celebrated Outlaws: An Interview with John Rechy” by Eric Newman:

[EN:]John Rechy’s latest novel, Pablo! [published in 2018], first written in 1948 when the author was 18–19 years old, reads like a myth. While that quality is owed in part to the Mayan myths that structure the story of a fraught love between “The Woman” and the eponymous Pablo — at least one of these being the myth in which the sun and the moon are lovers ever seeking union with one another and ever failing to achieve it — it is also a quality present in much of Rechy’s writing. What Rechy writes, I suppose I should say, isn’t realist fiction per se (though I’d argue that he captures certain pitches and tones of human desire with a rare honesty), but rather prose that follows haunted wanderers navigating the dreamlike space of society’s fringes.

… [JR:] I hate the word “queer” and all its new iterations. “Gay” was awful enough. “‘Gays’ makes us sound like bliss ninnies,” Christopher Isherwood said once. “Queer” will always be for men of my generation a word of violence and hatred, and it separates generations. And while I’m digressing, let me commit blasphemy: the over-emphasis on the Stonewall riots depletes and distorts our history of resistance and the art produced, which is determinedly referred to as “pre-Stonewall.” Resistance occurred years before Stonewall (but there were lots of writers in New York at the time to write about those riots), in San Francisco, Los Angeles, other cities, powerful confrontations with the police, powerful demonstrations. “Pre-Stonewall” writers include William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, strong radical voices confronting the grave dangers of the time, violence, prison.

Amen on the “pre-Stonewall” rant.

 

The Magnificent WaterSports

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(Men’s bodies and mansex, not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)

In the Daily Jocks mailing yesterday, this heavily sexualized ad for WaterShorts swimwear (in black, aqua, lime, and coral), the first swimwear from the premium homowear company PUMP! (an old acquaintance on this blog) — with a caption of mine in run-on free verse:


(#1) The Magnficent WaterSports

cruising hard in a pack
the four ride acrest waves of desire
intimidating contemptuous seductive
assuming the burden of
creating enlivening animating
celebrity characters

muscle-hunk Yuri Bruno
menacing in black
leader of the four
crafts an actor “Yul Brynner” aka
Cajun gunslinger Chris Adams
in a famous Western movie, with
guns instead of water pistols so
ominous

haughty faggy Stevie Molleen
wanton in aqua
creates a hyper-macho
“Steve McQueen” all
fast race cars and motorcycles
doing drifter Vin Tanner in the movie
“McQueen’s” fiercely competitive love for
“Paul Newman” was notorious darling
we love them both for it

crotch-grabbing Horn Blucher
incontinent in lime the boy just
cannot keep his hands off his dick
admittedly it is beautiful a monument of
masculinity but still, he animates a
“Horst Bucholz” in the movie a young and
hot-blooded shootist called Chico all
ethnicities melt together in the
watery lands of celluloid desire

impassive Jocko Burnish
indifferent in coral, fresh
aquatic feminine coral, doesn’t
give a shit creates the super-flinty-cool
“James Coburn” whose gun rarely
stays in its holster but movie-morphs into a
knife that Britt wields in the movie one
mortal metal cock is much like any other

Yuri might be the leader, but Stevie (with his white-blond hair, stud earrings, and  hyper-ripped body, plus that haughty stare) is the focus of the group portrait. Here he is displaying his (completely smooth-shaven) body for us, alongside a crudely symbolic lion’s-mouth fountain:


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Background note: The Magnificent Seven. From Wikipedia:

The Magnificent Seven is a 1960 American Western film directed by John Sturges and starring Yul Brynner, Eli Wallach, Steve McQueen, Charles Bronson, Robert Vaughn, Brad Dexter, James Coburn and Horst Buchholz. The film is an Old West–style remake of Akira Kurosawa’s 1954 Japanese film Seven Samurai. Brynner, McQueen, Bronson, Vaughn, Dexter, Coburn and Buchholz portray the title characters, a group of seven gunfighters hired to protect a small village in Mexico from a group of marauding bandits (whose leader is played by Wallach)

Background note: Steve McQueen. Something of a maximal contrast in persona to Stevie Molleen, so that having Stevie be the creator of the “Steve McQueen” character is especially delicious. From Wikipedia about the celebrity that Stevie constructed:

Terrence Stephen McQueen (March 24, 1930 – November 7, 1980) was an American actor. McQueen was nicknamed “The King of Cool”, and his antihero persona developed at the height of the counterculture of the 1960s made him a top box-office draw during the 1960s and 1970s. McQueen received an Academy Award nomination for his role in The Sand Pebbles. His other popular films include The Cincinnati Kid, Love With the Proper Stranger, The Thomas Crown Affair, Bullitt, The Getaway, and Papillon, as well as the all-star ensemble films The Magnificent Seven, The Great Escape, and The Towering Inferno.

The early-life script that Stevie wrote for this character is gripping: a turbulent, violent childhood history, years in reform school, a series of rough jobs, the Marines, and a breakthrough in the role of bounty hunter Josh Randall on tv’s Wanted Dead or Alive (1958-61), a paragon of great masculine strength and great decency as well. A p.r. shot for the show:

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Stevie deveoped his “Steve McQueen” character off-screen, in a series of high-macho exploits (race cars and motorcycles, palling around with other high-masculinity celebrities). Shirtess on a motorcycle:

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(Note: McQueen had a lean body type, and kept in shape, but he looked naturally fit and not gym-ripped.)

More PUMP! news. Catching up on PUMP! WaterShorts led me to another remarkable line of homowear from the company: the Creamsicle line, in burnt orange and several styles:


(#4) Left to right: brief, jock, access trunk (backless), boxer

Archly queer ad copy for these items, for example:

Fatally masculine, the Creamsicle Brief is the kind of treat you simply can’t help but crave.

A creamy style with a tangy twist, the Creamsicle Access Trunk is everyone’s favorite flavor. …  retro styling that adds a bold and playful touch for when you’re (un)dressed to impress.

The Access Trunk up close, seen from the rear, as it was meant to be:

(#5)

Earlier on this blog: my posting of 10/17/18, “PUMP!ing it up”, on the Creamsicle access trunk, and on the Creamsicle — popsicle-ice frozen exterior, vanilla ice cream interior — originally in orange flavored ice (hence the color of PUMP!’s underwear line), though now in a variety of flavors:


(#6) Old original (orange) Creamsicles

Popsicles are, of course, classic phallic symbols (especially powerful symbolically because you put them in your mouth and suck on them and eat them), and when you add cream (slang for ‘semen’) to the name, you have Gay Delight. (If you like orange ice, as I do, even better.)

And, yes, there’s a National Creamsicle Day: August 14th.

On your knees for St. George Michael

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(Mostly about men’s bodies and mansex, flagrantly, in street language, so not for kids or the sexually modest.)

Every year, as a lead-up to Stonewall Day, June 28th, comes a much more specific — male and sex-drenched — observance, a celebration of fellatio by men in public places: June 25th, the feast day of St. George Michael of the Beverley Tearoom:

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While the topic might strike you as mere gratuitous raunchiness, or this take on it as mere flippant cleverness, and I’ll cop to both the sexual vulgarity and the ostentatious playfulness, I’m also serious about mansex in public places as a set of social practices worthy of both systematic study and a celebratory appreciation of its values for its practitioners.

From my 6/25/17 posting “The feast day of Saint George of the Beverley Tearoom”, about:

the birthday of Georgios Kyriacos Panayiotou, known professionally as George Michael, born 6/25/63 — Saint George of the Beverly Tearoom, the patron saint of parks at night. Saint George of the BT (as he has become familiarly known) is also celebrated on his Day of Erection, April 7th, commemorating April 7th, 1998, when he was arrested and publicly shamed for his sexual activities in public places, but then, through his defiant music, rose from the dirt to become a King of the Queers.

Today we sing to Saint George, who went down on his knees for all of us and offered his body to all of us.

Mansex in public, specifically cocksucking. Public mansex is a system of sociosexual customs designed to facilitate brief mutually satisfying semi-anonymous sexual encounters between men. In principle, the participants can engage in any sexual act or fetish practice that’s mutually agreeable to them, but the encounters mostly involve just three practices: jacking a man off, fucking, and especially the central sex act for gay men, “everyday sex” for most of them: cocksucking.

Many of the locales are technically public, but are chosen because they are out of the way and the encounters can be arranged to be out of view of people not engaged in these practices. Others are legally private, but, within their confines, license the open performance of sex acts; in sex clubs for men, gay sex hotels and resorts, back rooms of gay bars, and gay baths, everyone understands that hooking up is the point.

In all of these locales, behavior is regulated, largely by implicit conditions specific to the setting.

Meanwhile, the acts themselves have values for the participants. The topic is vast, but here are a few observations on the psychological payoffs of cocksucking.

You might think that a guy would be delighted to have the services of an expert and enthusiastic cocksucker, and sure, but that’s just a small part of the exchange.  Being served might bring with it feelings of power, dominance, and control — and for this nothing beats the standing blowjob, with the cocksucker on his knees worshiping his man’s dick. The classic encounter, from a web collection of illustrations of sex positions (with dicks scrupulously fuzzed out):


(#2) On his knees for sex: the classic scene

In a highly stylized symbol for the act (from the Spreadshirt.com site):

(#3)

Being served this way might also bolster the fellatee’s feelings of desirability (certainly a motive for several of the protagonists in John Rechy’s novels).

More important, a guy getting his cock sucked wants more than great oral technique; he wants a cocksucker who turns him on, someone he finds desirable — so he will reject potential cocksuckers who are, in his estimation, too old, too young, too thin, too fat, insufficiently butch, too pushy, too servile, too smooth, too hairy, too nerdy, too needy, too noisy, the wrong race or ethnicity, the wrong body type, the wrong hair color, dick too small, ass too flat, whatever might turn him off.

It’s a lot to ask that your partner for a brief sexual encounter be your fantasy man, but men will in fact often hold out for some time before bargaining down to what they can actually get in a cocksucker.

On the other side, a guy looking for cock to suck is likely to treat as paramount the symbolic values of taking a cock in his mouth, absorbing another man into himself, sharing his cock (the central anatomical feature of his masculinity), taking his cum (the physical essence of this masculinity). Not that cocksuckers don’t have preferences in the qualities of their sex partners, of course they do, but they’re much less likely to be choosy. It’s the dick, stupid, and anyway it’s an insertor’s market.

But only up to a point. Unless the insertor is actually face-fucking his partner, the cocksucker pretty much runs the event, milking that dick with his mouth, until his trick loses control completely. And then the cocksucker can go immediately on to blow a second guy, and a third, and so on, if he wants. If the first guy and his dick weren’t the stuff of the cocksucker’s fantasy, well, then, here are more choices, each one different.

The cocksucker then gets himself off while doing one of his tricks, or switches roles and (by then greatly aroused) shoots his load in another cocksucker’s mouth. In my experience, guys who think of themselves primarily as cocksuckers are likely to be generous about who they’ll offer their dicks to when they assume the insertor role; among other things, they understand keenly the desires of the other cocksuckers, many of whom have been turned away by choosy sucktops and will be grateful for  a dick freely offered.

Much more to be said here. These are just notes.

The bodily position. Earlier postings on this blog have looked at the many social functions different sorts of kneeling positions can serve — a rich topic in which blow jobs are just one use among many. From my 4/27/19 posting “A standout in his shorts”, about the “one-knee kneel”, aka squatting-kneeling or squeeling, as an alternative to the full kneel (as in #2) for sexual purposes:

… giving a standing blow job. An alternative to two-knee kneeling when fellating a standing man. The standing blow job is usually understood as submissive for the cocksucker — it’s configured as a kind of worship — but it also has its utilitarian side, since the act requires no furniture and can easily be performed almost anywhere.

Usually, the cocksucker does a two-knee kneel, but the position is somewhat unsteady (a cocksucker will often steady themselves by holding onto their man’s hipbones [or a thigh, as in #2]) and can be tiring on the cocksucker’s thigh muscles. A squeel can alleviate both problems [a scene of a squeel during automotive fellatio in the great outdoors follows]

On your knees for sucking suck can, of course, be exploited for comic purposes, as in this item from the Huntley Homme company, which offers in-your-face clothing for (young) gay men:


(#4) The On Your Knees tank top, with a bubblegum blowjob on it (plus an armpit display by the model): to be young, gay, and outrageous

Finally, the male body in the full kneel position, totally without context, so that it’s socioculturally ambiguous in a great many ways:


(#5) Julian Voss-Andreae, Kneeling Man (stainless steel, 2015)

The actual George Michael’s “lewd act” at the Beverley Hills public restroom has never, so far as I know, been specified, but I assume he was jacking off for the benefit of the other man at the urinals in the (notorious) tearoom, as an initial move in a sexual encounter intended to play out as  blowjob for at least one of them, following a script for such encounters — sideways glances held just a bit longer than expected beween strangers, hands on dicks that aren’t urinating but are then stroked when the glances lock successfully — that’s suppose to ensure that both men understand they are cruising for sex and they’re both into it, after which one of them will get down on his knees to suck off the other, either right there in the open or in a stall. But then the other guy turned out to be an undercover cop.

But when the actual George Michael refused to be shamed by the event and  transformed it into defiant music celebrating lewd acts, he himself was transformed, so was eventually canonized as St. George Michael of the Beverley Tearoom, the patron saint of parks at night and of public cocksucking. Who smiles on strangers who offer each other a moment of sexual accommodation in a difficult world.

 

Fashion notes for Pride 2019

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This year on the Pride catwalk, it’s shorts and one-piece garments. In stunning show-off colors.

Rainbow shorts. They come in various styles, and the rainbow ones mostly have the flag colors in horizontal stripes, as in these spiffy drawstring shorts designed by illglitterate:

(#1)

But then from the H&M 2019 Pride Collection, these cotton jersey cycling shorts, in two views:

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(Hat tips to Opal Armstrong Zwicky, Karlyn Geis, and Max Meredith Vasilatos.)

All in one piece. First, not designed for Pride, but nevertheless gay-stunning, this hot pink garment described on the web as a onesie, modeled by rock star Freddy Mercury in the 1980s:

(#4)

A wonderful head shot of Mercury, in satisfied repose (in most of his pictures, he’s in action, or at least talking or singing). #4 has been reproduced on many image sites, but without information about the occasion for his picture — I assume he wore it in a concert. (No, I don’t know why two belts, or indeed any belts at all, though a belt does accentuate the masculine V shape of his torso.)

I’ll go on to the lexicography in a moment, but first a Mercury rainbow costume from another performance (fortuitously encountered on the net just now):


(#5) Mercury peacocking (Photo credit; Steven Jennings/Getty Images)

The garment in #4 has been billed as an adult version of the child’s onesie. From NOAD:


(#6) From little faces apparel: Rainbow Baby, a rainbow pregnancy announcement

noun onesieNorth American an infant’s one-piece close-fitting lightweight garment, usually having sleeves but leaving the legs uncovered and fastening with snaps at the crotch. ORIGIN 1980s: from Onesies, a proprietary name for a garment of this type.

Well, Mercury’s garment is actually closer to a jumpsuit than to a classic onesie. From Wikipedia:


(#7) A women’s rainbow jumpsuit from the TipsyElves site

A jumpsuit is a one-piece garment with sleeves and legs and typically without integral coverings for feet, hands or head. The original jump suit is the functional one-piece garment used by parachuters.

Finally, the excellent item that originally inspired this posting:


(#8) The Getonfleek gay pride rainbow romper for men (it has a zipper fly)

From NOAD:

noun romper: (usually rompers) [a] a young child’s one-piece outer garment. [b] a one-piece outer garment for adults, typically worn as overalls or as sports clothing: cashmere bodysuits and alpaca-jersey rompers.

Romper Room. My immediate association to the noun romper is from tv. From Wikipedia:


(#9) Miss Lois on KTVI in St. Louis (1962-74)

Romper Room is an American children’s television series that was franchised and syndicated from 1953 to 1994. The program targeted preschoolers (children five years of age or younger), and was created and produced by Bert Claster and his presenter wife, Nancy, of Claster Television. The national version was presented by Nancy Terrell [there were many localized versions]. Romper Room was also franchised internationally at various times in Canada, the United Kingdom, Japan, Finland, New Zealand and Australia.

romping. The noun romper(s) is a derivative of the verb romp, among the “verbs of playful movement”, a semantic class I looked at a bit in my 6/11/19 posting “Come frolic and cavort in the water”: in that posting,

frolic, cavort, gambol, caper

(to which we can now add romp, and also frisk, prance, skip, (dated) rollick, (dated) sport). Verbs in this class (and their nounings) are inclined to pick up sexual tinges; this is true of the four above, and also of romp.

From NOAD:

verb romp: [no object] [a] (especially of a child or animal) play roughly and energetically: the noisy pack of children romped around the garden. [b] [with adverbial] informal proceed without effort to achieve something: the Vikings romped to victory. [c] informal engage in sexual activity, especially illicitly: a colleague stumbled on the couple romping in an office.

noun romp: [a] a spell of rough, energetic play: a romp in the snow. [b] a lighthearted movie or other work: an enjoyably gross sci-fi romp. [c] informal an easy victory: the 45–28 romp over the Owls yesterday at Alumni Stadium. [d] informal a spell of sexual activity, especially an illicit one: three-in-a-bed sex romps.

Sense c of the verb and d of the noun are the immediately relevant ones, but here’s a nice example of sense b of the noun (especially relevant to Pride Month), in a San Francisco Chronicle piece “‘Boys Will Be Boys’: An over-the-top gay romp” … New Conservatory show, making its West Coast debut, focuses on ‘fabulosity’ of being gay” by Maureen Bogues on 5/27/10:


(#10) (Photo by Lois Tema)

Andrew Nance may just be directing the gayest show ever.

Chock-full of innuendo, Pride flags and plenty of can-do spirit, “Boys Will Be Boys” embraces show-queen stereotypes and sashays right over the top in a campy 90 minutes of song, dance and skits.

Bonus: Rainbow Romps. A name chosen for various playful events of lgbt interest. For instance, the Rainbow Romps, with bands and dancing, sponsored by the Rainbow Service Organization at the Historic Red Dog bar in Peterborough ON:


(#11) Poster for the April 2018 Rainbow Romp

The name certainly conveys the primary sense, a, of the noun romp, but also alludes indirectly to the sexual sense, d.

The scene of the Romps:

(#12)


Oh Canada baby, ripple my maple leaves!

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Today is Canada Day, Canada’s national day, celebrated in many ways, perhaps most remarkably in this display of national pride — “hot shirtless muscle jocks in Canadian themed pants”, according to one of the many Pinterest sites on which it’s reproduced — which came to me from Tim Evanson, who thought that they might be a Canadian sports team of some kind (they certainly are fit):


(#1) The Canadian Thunder team: Bobby Ryan, Carlo Spina, Michael Scratch, Daniel Bennato, Vince Johansson and Malcolm Foster

Yes, a team, and yes, certified Canadians (I’d feared they’d turn out to be American male models hired for the photo, but, gratifyingly, not), and the men are no doubt accomplished athletes, but they aren’t a sports team.

They are, or were, Canada’s national team of male strippers, from the 2003-04 season of the reality tv series Strip Search.

So, to the figure of the RCMP Mountie, we can add the Canadian Thunder as human symbols of the Empire of the Maple Leaf, along with two sports (ice hockey and lacrosse), various animals (the beaver, the Canada goose, the loon), some articles of clothing (the parka, the tuque, mittens, and ear muffs), and a variety of food and drink (nanaimo bars, poutine, maple syrup, and Canadian beer).

Here’s the team in motion:


(#2) Up the Leaf!

About the show, from Wikipedia:


(#3) The Strip Search logo, alluding to the national anthem, “Oh, Canada!” and probably also to “Oh, Calcutta!”; from Wikipedia:

Oh! Calcutta! is an avant-garde theatrical revue, created by British drama critic Kenneth Tynan. The show, consisting of sketches on sex-related topics, debuted Off-Broadway in 1969 and then in the West End in 1970. … The show sparked considerable controversy at the time, because it featured extended scenes of total nudity, both male and female. The title is taken from a painting by Clovis Trouille, itself a pun on “O quel cul t’as!” French for “What an arse you have!”.

Strip Search is a reality television series, first broadcast in 2001.

The series follows the search for a new troupe of male strippers from audition to the final live show. First broadcast in New Zealand in 2001, versions have been made in Australia, the United Kingdom, Germany, Canada and the United States.

The format is virtually identical in each series: men are invited to audition for the show, and during a number of tasks, including a boot camp, the numbers are whittled down until the final troupe perform for a live audience.

The original New Zealand troupe was called “Kiwi Fire”. In the same vein, the Australian troupe was called “Aussie Storm”, the UK troupe was named “UK Storm”, the Canadian group was dubbed “Canadian Thunder” and the American troupe was named “American Storm”. The series was masterminded by Billy Cross, an Australian entrepreneur who had success on the Las Vegas Strip with an Australian troupe entitled “Manpower”.

And about the Canadian season of the Strip Search show, from the Suddenly SeeMore Productions site:

STRIP SEARCH transformed a group of ordinary young men into an extraordinary professional male revue. Hosts Bruce Turner and Misty Lowrey went on a cross-Canada search for anyone who had the secret — or not so secret — dream, to dance and well…strip.

From 20 semi-finalists at boot camp to 12 finalists in training and eventually a troupe of six men who became Canadian Thunder, STRIP SEARCH documents what it takes to turn average Canadian guys into a male revue troupe — from choreography to costume fittings, workouts, waxing and calendar shoots.

The series finale performance in front of a live audience is just the warm-up act for their tour across Canada.

STRIP SEARCH is about fun, warmth, and decent Canadian guys taking it [almost] all off — physically and emotionally — for a chance at a new life and a career that includes fun, travel and glamour.

The site has steamy shots (most of them cock-teases) of each of the men. Here’s Michael Scratch using the Canadian flag as a stipper prop:

(#4)

Male revues.The more refined term of art for the performances of male strippers, referring to male striptease shows — for audiences of women or of gay men. The performances range from no-contact shows emphasizing professional choreography and playfulness — as in the Chippendales’ shtick for women — down to raunchy foreplay to actual sex, as in what was available for gay men until last December at the Nob Hill Theatre in San Francisco (posting to come on this blog).

Some notes on the more elevated end of this range.

— From Wikipedia:

(#5)

Magic Mike is a 2012 American comedy-drama film directed by Steven Soderbergh and starring Channing Tatum, Alex Pettyfer, Matt Bomer, Joe Manganiello, and Matthew McConaughey. The plot revolves around Adam, a 19-year-old who enters the world of male stripping, guided by Mike Lane, who has been in the business for six years.

— in my 7/2/15 posting “Pecs, abs, and dancing”, on the movie Magic Mike XXL, sequel to the 2012 male stripper movie Magic Mike

— in my 7/26/15 posting “Shirtless shark-fighting teens”, a section on the touring dance troupe Chippendales

— in my 12/14/15 posting “Professional muscle hunks”:

The economy of professional body-workers. Professional body-workers are those who exploit their bodies to earn a living. The category covers the professional muscle hunks I’ve been talking about, men who use their bodies to earn model fees for work for photographers, but it includes much more: male models in general, especially underwear models; male strip-tease performers, like the Chippendales dancers and Channing Tatum and other actors in the Magic Mike movies, all of whom do “male erotic dance shows”, and men performing solo at parties; other men paid to dance for audiences (doing pole-dancing for tips, for example); men who do solo porn; and men who are straightforwardly sexworkers of one sort or another — doing hard-core porn, doing live sex shows, and men working as rentboys, escorts providing sex, and sexual masseurs.

4th of July displays

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(Much about men’s bodies and mansex, in street language, so not for kids or the sexually modest; also about military displays for Independence Day, but that comes after the raunchy stuff — Erst kommt das Fressen, dann kommt die Moral.)

So we have the 4th of July as a celebration of commercial mansex (every holday is a sales opportunity): selling premium men’s underwear by hawking men’s bodies; and offering gay porn sales, usually with a holiday-themed image (naked bodies wrapped in the flag are a conventional presentation, but there are many other possibilities). From this year’s rich crop of ads, I’ve chosen one of each type: a holiday ad for DJX homowear in the Trough line; and an ad for the political-satire gayporn film Cauke for President from TitanMen.

The raw material. The DJX Trough line: jockstrap and socks, in the colors of the holiday, framing desirable, fuckable, male buttocks:


(#1) Jockstrap waistband in blue, straps in white, plus socks in red; American flag as backdrop

The jocks and socks are the products on sale; the model’s attractive body, especially his ass, is the hook.


(#2) The hunky, homophobic, and clandestinely uberqueer Senator Mike Cauke (played by Matthew Bosch), with his patriotic tie pointing to his pubes and the big fat cock just out of our view

#1 The patriotic man moons of July. From my 5/24/19 posting “The ballet of Mango Meshman”, with some Daily Jocks ad copy from the time:

Get party ready with the DJX Trough Collection. Exclusive to DailyJocks this party look will make you stand out from the crowd with matching Harness, Jockstrap, Shorts & Socks.

Yes, color-coordinated fetishwear. From that posting:

The trough in the ad will suggest pigs feeding, and gay sexual excess.

The Trough line comes in a variety of colors, including red, blue, and white (plus black, khaki, and some neon colors as well).

Well, the American flag is reproduced accurately in the background of #1, but the assemblage of homowear on the model (blue waistband, white straps, red socks) is not in fact American red, white, and blue, but French blue, white, and red (color stripes being read left to right or top to bottom), as in the Tricolor:


(#3) The colors of the 14th of July (Bastille Day, la Fête nationale in France), not the 4th of July (Independence Day in the USA)

From Wikipedia on that holiday:

Bastille Day is the common name given in English-speaking countries to the national day of France, which is celebrated on 14 July each year. In French, it is formally called la Fête nationale(… “The National Celebration”) and commonly and legally le 14 juillet (… “the 14th of July”).

The French National Day is the anniversary of Storming of the Bastille on 14 July 1789, a turning point of the French Revolution, as well as the Fête de la Fédération which celebrated the unity of the French people on 14 July 1790. Celebrations are held throughout France. The oldest and largest regular military parade in Europe is held on the morning of 14 July, on the Champs-Élysées in Paris in front of the President of the Republic, along with other French officials and foreign guests.

This will become politically relevant later, after we leave Gayland. To anticipate the big point: the French national day is the anniversary of a physical revolt against the government (actual fighting broke out in the storming of the Bastille), while the American national day is the anniversary of a document of separation from the government, a political revolt (actual fighting had broken out over a year earlier, in Massachusetts, not Pennsylvania).

But before we get to that, a lot more mansex, now utterly explicit (not just implicit in the flaunting of male buttocks).

#2 Fucked for freedom. The premise of the porn flick Cauke for President (released in November 2016) is, as they say, ripped from the headlines, in the story of former Congressman Aaron Schock. In the Titan summary:

When it comes to sealing a man’s vote, nothing can persuade him more than a nice hard cock in the mouth and ass. All guys yearn for the pleasure of hard meat, and this meat is gonna get your vote guaranteed!!

Directed by Jasun Mark, Cauke for President tells the story of a hunky and homophobic U.S. Senator who bears a striking physical resemblance to former U.S. Congressman Aaron Schock. While he’s running for President, his clandestine sexual hook-up spirals into a tale of political intrigue and sex. It stars Matthew Bosch in his gay porn debut as the Senator. He is joined by Dallas Steele as his Chief of Staff/lover, and David Benjamin as the ruthless Campaign Manager willing to do anything to get the Senator elected.

The Senator uses Manhunt.net to find a hot hook-up in the form of hunky Nick Prescott, who secretly records their sex romp to expose the Senator. The Senator’s loyal staff does everything they can to protect the him from the release of the sex tape. But in the end the video goes viral on Pornhub.com, ending the campaign and destroying the Senator’s career. Or does it? Will the former Senator finally come out and become an advocate for the gay community that he once voted against? Will he have a Governor McGreevey moment and declare that he is a proud gay American? See Cauke for President!”

Tons of mansex, including  the scene in which Nick Prescott (as the Manhunt trick) fucks Matthew Bosch. Illustrations in an AZBlogX posting today, “Matthew Bosch for President”, with the following images:

#1 The Cauke for President cover (#2 above)

#2 Triptych of Prescott and Bosch in that flick: Prescott scissor-fucking a smiling Bosch; Prescott full-frontal display, Bosch full-frontal display

#3 Bosch being fucked (reverse cowboy) by Dirk Caber in Titan’s Package (Bosch is versatile, but he’s an especially enthusiastic bottom, a pleasure to watch)

#4 Bosch doggie-fucking Liam Knox in Titan’s Boom (just to show you that he can top, too)

Bosch’s porn persona is amiable (and he’s charming in interviews) — sometimes ecstatic while being fucked, as in the cropped image below from Package, but often smiling in pleasure, as in the cropped image below from Cauke for President:


(#4) Bosch ecstatic while riding Caber’s cock


(#5) Bosch smiling while taking Prescott up his ass

Then the real-life story of Aaron Schock, from Wikipedia:

Aaron Jon Schock (born May 28, 1981) is a former American politician who was Republican U.S. Representative for Illinois’s 18th congressional district from 2009 until 2015. The district is based in Peoria and includes part of Springfield. He was the first member of the U.S. Congress born in the 1980s; when he took his seat in 2009 he was the youngest member of Congress.

… Schock resigned from Congress in March 2015 amid a scandal involving his use of public and campaign funds.

… In 2009, Schock appeared on The Colbert Report, during which the host, Stephen Colbert – making fun of [press] reports  – “grilled” Schock about his “six-pack abs”. Schock went on to appear on the cover of the June 2011 issue of Men’s Health, which one commentator decried as evidence of “a narcissism that never rests”.

… Since 2004, media outlets have questioned Schock’s sexual orientation in relation to his voting record. In interviews with Details and OutQ, Schock said that he was not gay.

In January 2014, journalist Itay Hod [wrote] a post on his personal Facebook page accusing a Republican congressman from Illinois of voting against gay rights, while showering with his male roommate and visiting gay bars. The New York Times stated that the post “might be described as the world’s most obvious blind item”, and media outlets considered the post to be an outing of Schock.

In April 2019, Schock attended the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival with several gay men, and appeared on a video allegedly showing Schock kissing and fondling one of the men. In June 2019, a video was released showing Schock tipping a male go-go dancer at a gay bar in Zona Rosa, Mexico City. Schock’s actions drew condemnation from gay rights activists due to his past political stances and votes on gay issues.

Side notes: Schock and Bosch. For comparison: p.r. photographs for the two men, then torso-hunk shots for them both.


(#6a) Schock in a campaign p.r shot


(#6b) Bosch p.r. shot for TitanMen


(#7a) Pecs and abs: see my 1/7/14 posting “Congressional abs”, about Aaron Schock in Men’s Health


(#7b) Pecs and abs: see my 4/14/19 posting “The taXXXman will come for you”, with this cover for theTaxxx DVD (2017), featuring Matthew Bosch (on the left)

Side note: the name Mike Cauke. At first I didn’t get it, then I saw Cauke as an imperfect pun on cock, then I realized the name was no doubt chosen by someone with the cot-caught (LOT-THOUGHT, or low-back) merger (widespread in American English), in which the distinction between cock and caulk is neutralized, in favor of the vowel in cock — so that Mike Cauke is pronounced like my cock. (There is a Page on this blog on the merger.)

4th of July displays in the real Washington DC. This year, instead of just the usual national fireworks display in DC, the United States was treated, for the first time ever, to a display of military might on the mall in Washington, with tanks, armed men marching on parade, military flyovers, and an address by the would-be tyrant Helmet Grabpussy. A performance modeled on the Bastille Day military parade in Paris described above.

As I explained above, a military parade makes sense for Bastille Day, which commemorates acts of physical revolt against the government. But the American Independence Day commemorates a political revolt — one of ideas, not force.

The onset of the physical revolt was celebrated in verse in Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Concord Hymn”:

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.

From Wikipedia:

The phrase [the shot heard round the world] comes from the opening stanza of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Concord Hymn” (1837) and refers to the first shot of the American Revolution at the Old North Bridge in Concord, Massachusetts, where the first British soldiers fell in the battles of Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775.

This event is celebrated as a holiday in Massachusetts: Patriots Day, the 3rd Monday in April.

In July of the following year came the political act, embodied in a remarkable document that is at once a recital of grievances against the tyrant George III (then king of Great Britain); a severing of political ties with Great Britain; an initiation of a union of the 13 American colonies; and a grounding of these actions in principles of universal human rights (not mere parochial grievance or desire for power). The Wikipedia account, where the very best part comes at the end:

The United States Declaration of Independence is the statement adopted by the Second Continental Congress meeting at the Pennsylvania State House (now known as Independence Hall) in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, on July 4, 1776. The Declaration announced that the Thirteen Colonies at war with the Kingdom of Great Britain would regard themselves as thirteen independent sovereign states, no longer under British rule. With the Declaration, these new states took a collective first step toward forming the United States of America. The declaration was signed by representatives from New Hampshire, Massachusetts Bay, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Delaware, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Georgia.

The Lee Resolution for independence was passed on July 2 with no opposing votes. … The Declaration was a formal explanation of why Congress had voted to declare independence from Great Britain, more than a year after the outbreak of the American Revolutionary War.

… The Declaration justified the independence of the United States by listing 27 colonial grievances against King George III and by asserting certain natural and legal rights, including a right of revolution. Its original purpose was to announce independence, and references to the text of the Declaration were few in the following years. Abraham Lincoln made it the centerpiece of his policies and his rhetoric, as in the Gettysburg Address of 1863. Since then, it has become a well-known statement on human rights, particularly its second sentence:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

This has been called “one of the best-known sentences in the English language”, containing “the most potent and consequential words in American history”. The passage came to represent a moral standard to which the United States should strive. This view was notably promoted by Lincoln, who considered the Declaration to be the foundation of his political philosophy and argued that it is a statement of principles through which the United States Constitution should be interpreted.

A passionate statement of one of the guiding principles of Enlightement thought: individual liberty. From Wikipedia:

The Enlightenment included a range of ideas centered on reason as the primary source of knowledge and advanced ideals such as liberty, progress, toleration, fraternity, constitutional government and separation of church and state. In France, the central doctrines of the Enlightenment philosophers were individual liberty and religious tolerance, in opposition to an absolute monarchy and the fixed dogmas of the Roman Catholic Church. The Enlightenment was marked by an emphasis on the scientific method and reductionism, along with increased questioning of religious orthodoxy

The emphasis on individual liberty led the Founders in general to be acutely aware of the dangers of homegrown despotism (which might simply replace the tyranny of the colonial power). It’s hard to imagine them countenancing anything like this year’s spectacle on the mall.

Appendix: the Committee of Five. It always pleases me to read the roster of the rivalrous and disputatious crew who framed the Declaration, under Jefferson’s guidance. Especially to note that, by design, there was not a single military man among them. From Wikipedia:

the committee: John Adams, representative of Massachusetts, who became the second U.S. President; Thomas Jefferson, representative of Virginia, who became the third U.S. President; Benjamin Franklin, representative of Pennsylvania, known as one of the most famous of the Founding Fathers and the first U.S. Minister to France; Roger Sherman, representative of Connecticut, the only person to sign all four of the U.S. state papers (the Continental Association, the Declaration, the Articles of Confederation, and the Constitution); Robert Livingston, representative of New York, who later negotiated the Louisiana Purchase as the Minister to France

But they were all practiced at negotiation: as lawyers, politicians, diplomats.

The boys of Boris Beauville

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(An politico-sexual riff, with steamy underwear photos, on BoJo, the MP for Bone Juice and South Blowjob and the Man Who Would Be PM; you should be able to tell from this description that this posting is not for kids or the sexually modest.)

Passed on to me on Facebook by Dean Calbreath on 7/20, a link to a Business Insider article, “Boris Johnson called gay men ‘tank-topped bumboys’ and black people ‘piccaninnies’ with ‘watermelon smiles'”, by Adam Bienkov on 7/12/19.

Boris Boy



(#1) Ya hev yer Borstal Boys, thin ya hev yer Boris Boys, all poofters, slants, an wogs —

the Boys of Boris Beauville

The thriving metropolis of Belleville has Les Triplettes, who sing, but the Beauville slums, where BoJo’s roots are planted, has Les Prostitués, who screw, and they all belong to Boris the Panderer. For Boris, you see, is dirty to the bone.


(#2) The Flamingo Hustlers of Beauville: poofters, slants, and wogs, all pretty in pink

(BoJo says faggots, Chinks, and niggers, of course, but on this blog we’re more refined.)

Here ends the riff. Now come the footnotes.

Note 1: the Business Insider article. I’d quote from it, but since I block ads, the site is unavailable to me. Great headline, though.

Note 2: the underwear photos. The Supawear model in #1 comes from a recent Daily Jocks ad for a sale on jockstraps. His extraordinary muscularity isn’t remarkable in a premium underwear model; his solid blackness is, however. He seems to be new at Supawear; let’s see if they use him some more.

Of course, he’s presented for sexual objectification in this ad, and some might be uneasy about a black man, especially a dark black man, being used in this way. But that’s the function of all premium underwear models; their bodies (and the personas they project) are being used to sell stuff. In that context, it’s surely a socially good thing (for both the models and their viewers) that the models represent a range of races and ethnicities.

As in #2, which comes from my 8/21/18 posting “Jo Flamingo”, where I observed that in addition to the East Asian model on the left and the black model in the center, with their gazes averted from the viewer’s, there’s the impertinent white guy on the right, staring directly at the viewer:

The languidly seductive guy on the right has a supertight butch haircut and facial hair — but all in pink, like his lips. These guys are definitely not your grandfather’s underwear models.

Note 3: the riff, from BoJo into LSD. The caption in #1 starts out using BoJo’s words, more or less, and then morphs bit by bit into a travesty of the lyrics from “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds” (though I’m not entirely sure whether a parody of psychedelia can be fairly described as a travesty). From Wikipedia:

(#3) LSD (remastered 2009)

“Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” is a song by the English rock band the Beatles from their 1967 album Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. It was written primarily by John Lennon and credited to the Lennon–McCartney songwriting partnership. Lennon’s son Julian allegedly inspired the song with a nursery school drawing that he called “Lucy – in the sky with diamonds”. Shortly before the album’s release, speculation arose that the first letter of each of the title nouns intentionally spelled “LSD”, the acronym commonly used for the hallucinogenic drug lysergic acid diethylamide. As a result, the song was the subject of a BBC radio ban. Lennon repeatedly denied that he had intended it as a drug song, although he got the inspiration from an LSD trip. He attributed the song’s fantastical imagery to his reading of Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland books.

The Beatles recorded “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” in March 1967. Adding to the song’s ethereal qualities, the musical arrangement includes a Lowrey organ part heavily treated with studio effects, and drone provided by an Indian tambura. The song has been recognised as a key work in the psychedelic genre.

Note 4: Belleville and Beauville. In the body of this posting, these are fantasy places, strongly gendered. In the real world, there are many places with these names, in France and elsewhere. In particular, there’s a small village of Beauville roughly halfway between Bordeaux and Toulouse.

Note 5: BoJo’s slurs. From Boris, the stereotype or trope of gay men in  tank tops, plus the homophobic slur bumboy (not discussed here before); and the racist stereotype or trope of watermelon eating, plus the racist slur piccaninny / pickaninny (also not discussed here before).

Start with gay men in tank tops, like these two guys:


(#4) Rainbow kissing, in tank tops (the way bumboys do it)

Or like this guy, solo, but nevertheless sending heavy homo messages:


(#5) From Aliexpress.com, a (i) shirt-lifter with a (ii) crop-top (iii) tank top (iv) in faggy colors: four homo signals in one compact package (if they hadn’t airbrushed that nipple, they could have given him (v) an erect pencil-lead tit)

Then from GDoS:

noun bum boy [also bum-boy, bumboy] [< BrE slang bum ‘the posterior, buttocks, anus, rectum’ + boy] ‘male homosexual’ [attested from at least the mid-20th century, probably in use for a century before that]

Like sodomite, bumboy in principle can refer to either partner in anal intercourse between men — the sodomizer (insertive), who desires to penetrate a man’s bum, or the sodomized (receptive), who desires to have his bum penetrated — but in the absence of context, there’s a strong tendency to take it to refer specifically to the bottom in such encounters: metonymically, the boy is his bum. (Contributing pieces of (misconceived) folk sexology: the notion that in anal intercourse, only the bottom is truly queer — well, any man might get a kick out of fucking another man, the theory goes, but only a faggot likes to get fucked — and the belief that all queer guys like to get fucked.)

(Since the BrE slang bum is regularly used to refer to the posteriors of infants or young children, it can have connotations of cuteness, so that bumboy will strike some people in some contexts as, well, a kind of sweet way to refer to a catamite, and Boris’s foaming about tank-topped bumboys will just sound silly rather than harsh and cutting.)

On to racial nastiness. Again, pickaninnies with watermelon smiles, though offensive in fact and offensive in intent, flirts with cuteness, in a way totally unlike, say, niggers with fat jungle lips (which might have been what Boris was really, in the darkness of his heart, aiming at).

First, the watermelons, which have come up on this blog before, in fact with reference to a Supawear promotion (like #1 above). From my 4/4/16 posting “The watermelon files”, about

this startling ad from the Daily Jocks firm

(#6)

… Startling, because it shows a black man in a field of watermelon slices — an image that will evoke a racist stereotype, no matter what the intentions of the creators were.

(Much more on the watermeon trope and its history in that posting.)

With the watermelons come the kids. From NOAD:

noun pickaninny (also picaninny or chiefly British piccaninny): offensive a small black child. ORIGIN mid 17th century: from West Indian creole, from Spanish pequeño or Portuguese pequeno ‘little’, pequenino ‘tiny’.

Part of the litany of anti-black talk, sent up in the song “Colored Spade” (from the musical Hair), which begins:

I’m a
Colored spade
A nigra
A black nigger
A jungle bunny
Jigaboo coon
Pickaninny mau mau

Pickaninny mau mau, BoJo, pickaninny mau mau.

Wary

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(Underwear boys, so not to everyone’s tastes. But not especially raunchy.)

Young men in the, if you know what I mean, pink of life, advertising a Lucas Studios porn sale, with my caption:

Mindful of the
Neighborhood rash of
Bikini brief thefts,
Pongo was fearfully
Protective of
Bongo’s beloved
Magenta Silks

For a change, this is not about men’s bodies, pleasing though these are; nor about pink/purple men’s bikini briefs, though there’s a fabulous array of them on display on the net; but about facial expressions.

I’m far from an expert on gesture, facial expression, stance, and gait, but I know a bit of the literature, and try to observe carefully. I’ve specialized in two cases from the world of gay men, using examples from real life and from gay porn: facial expressions during mansex (there’s a Page on ths blog about postings on the topic) and cruise faces (facial expressions as part of the rituals of cruising for mansex).

My first reading of Bongo’s and Pongo’s expressions above was: suspicion; wariness; distrust; maybe even fear. Not any cruise faces I’d seen before. But both their mouths are somewhat open, in some contexts a sign of arousal.

Bongo looks especially intense, but Pongo might possibly be entertaining a trace of amusement.

And they seem to be conferring. Maybe contemplating a prospective trick. (For you? For me? Let’s do him together?)

Without more context, facial expressions are hard to read. They are seriously indeterminate: they can convey many things, indeed more than one thing at a time, they are highly variable, they are only partly under conscious control, and so on. Like intonations in conversation, vocal qualities, and other paralinguistic features. All impossible to read accurately out of context, and not fully determinate even in context.

I’d be interested in hearing other people’s readings of the expressions on Bongo and Pongo’s faces.

And yes, Bongo presents as t, Pongo as b, on a number of dimensions — but that’s old stuff on this blog, and anyway it’s not my topic here.

Dog Days. Also in passing, the Dog Days of Summer. From my 7/18/15 posting “Late summer porn sales”, in its section on the Dog Days of Summer, we find the Dog Star Sirius, associated wth summer heat and a host of evils: the sea boils, the wine turns sour, dogs grow mad, other creatures become languid, and people suffer from burning fevers and hysterics. And sometimes the queer lads get all paranoid.

Cats in hats

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Yesterday’s Bizarro, a Wayno/Piraro collabo, an homage to hats:


(#1) (If you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Dan Piraro says there are 3 in this strip — see this Page.)

Wayno himself, on his Facebook page, titles this his “Sartorial Autobiography”, and provides a thumbnail of himself in the hat.

Meanwhile, I posted the cartoon on the FB page of Steven J. Levine, who is sartorially celebrated on several fronts, including his immense affection for fedora-style hats.

Wayno, lookin’ sharp in that hat:

(#2)

Now, Steven. Steven has an eye for clothing and its messages. He famously wears a different tie to work every day (and has been doing this for a few years), posting a photo every day with his choice, with comments on its style and origin. He discovers gorgeous patterned shirts and amazing footwear (in rainbow colors, if possible). He’s a devoted Morris dancer, resplendent in the full traditional costume. For some audiences, he appears in his self-mocking BIG FAG t-shirt. Most of this I’ve posted about on this blog.

But not, I see, his affection for hats. Just two photos, both taken by Jim Pfau:


(#3) 10/18/16, at the Urban Growler Brewing Co. Oh yes, Steven also beats the bass drum for the Minnesota Freedom Band


(#4) 5/1/17, May Day morning

My own adventures in Hatland have mostly been cowboy (or western) hats, beginning with this number I bought at a hat store (long long gone) on University Avenue in Palo Alto in 1981:


(#5) Blue exercise ball sporting my cowboy hat. In the background: a riot of plants on my patio; left to right: foliage of callas; multi-color coleus; a succulent garden with blue chalk sticks and echeveria ‘Blue Curls’; foliage of cymbidium orchids

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