Randy Blue purifies the air

(Warning: eventually this posting devolves to references to, though not illustrations of, gay porn; a video of a guy dancing in nothing but his Calvins; and the decidedly raunchy, though not actually X-rated, lyrics of Beyoncé’s song “Blow”. So: rated “unhealthy for sensitive groups”, in particular, kids and the sexually modest.)

Day 11 in the smoke — not nearly as bad here on the SF peninsula as in SF itself (or, of course, closer to the Camp Fire around Paradise) — and today the local AQI (the American Lung Association’s Air Quality Index) has dipped to 129, merely “unhealthy for sensitive groups”, but I’m in several of the compromised groups, and life has been hellish for a long time. [A few hours later: up to 158, “Unhealthy”, period.]


Aid arrived Thursday night, in the form of a Blue Pure 121 air purifier, which now stands majestically in the middle of the main area of my Ramona St. house, humming softly as it offers me clean air to breathe. Puckishly, I have named the machine Randy Blue (after a big gay porn company, itself puckishly named), so this posting will segue from pure air to raunch.

The machine. As described by the Blueair Co.:

(#2) The 121 model, wearing a baby blue pre-filter (a steel gray pre-filter comes with the machine as an alternative)

Introducing the biggest member of the Blue family, the Blue Pure 121. The Pure 121 combines electrostatic and mechanical filtering technology to purify the air five times per hour in rooms up to 620 ft2 (57 m2) [and weighs 18 lbs.]. [My entire house is roughly 20 ft x 30 ft, so ca. 600 ft2, and I’ve closed off one room to get greater effect in the remaining space.] Just grab it, place it wherever you want, plug it in, and breathe perfectly clean air 24/7.

… Blue air purifiers can even help you redecorate your room in seconds, thanks to fabric pre-filters in different energizing colors. As a bonus, the pre-filter catches larger particles, extending the life of the main filter. Just gently vacuum it or put it in your washing machine when it requires cleaning.

It’s hard not to anthromorphize machines, and I didn’t even try to resist the temptation. So I saw the top part of the machine as a head and the bottom part as a body — wearing a baby blue t-shirt. And I called him Randy Blue, after the big gay porn company.

Notes on the instruction booklet. From the booklet, I learn that the company is Swedish, with headquarters in Stockholm (and branch offices in New Delhi, Dubai, Shanghai, and Chicago). And I found the instructions in five languages: the four obvious ones for the North American and European markets (English, German, Spanish, and French) — plus, not Swedish, and not Hindi (for Delhi), Arabic (for Dubai), or Chinese (for Shanghai), or Japanese, Korean, Tagalog, Hebrew, or Russian, but (surprise!) Polish. To refer to the company’s product in:

English (Air purifier), German (Luftreiniger), Spanish (Purificador de aire), French (Purificateur d’air), Polish (Oczyszczacz powietrza)

Randy Blue. So much for the clean stuff. Now to get down and dirty.

The name Randy Blue combines a play on Randy (as a male name) and the

adj. randy: informal sexually aroused or excited (NOAD)

plus blue alluding to eroticism in general (as in blue movie) and more specifically to homoeroticism (see the discussion in my 4/28/17 posting “Faces follow-up 1: Master Beckford”, in a section on the Gainsborough portrait The Blue Boy, on blue as a color of eroticism, and on Blueboy, the gay pornographic magazine).

From the Randy Blue website:

Producing and Providing the highest quality adult gay content for over 12 years

The videos are professionally done, but otherwise they’re mostly routine exercises, and they’ve gotten almost no mention on my blog. In any case, most of the material from the company would be fodder only for AZBlogX. But then I found a HuffPo “Queer Voices” feature from 4/14/14, “Randy Blue Gay Porn Stars Dance To Beyonce’s ‘Blow'”:

(#3) Randy Blue’s “Blow” baby blue boy

In this steamy new video, some of the stars of popular gay porn website Randy Blue strip down to one of our favorite tracks, “Blow,” off of the new Beyonce album.

The dancers’ bodies are in b&w, their Calvins brightly colored (as above). The dancers are professional porn actors, not professional dancers, but they’re still entertaining (each one is different!). (The video is available on the HuffPo site.)

“Blow”. Background from Wikipedia:

“Blow” is a song recorded by American singer Beyoncé from her self-titled fifth studio album (2013). It was written by Beyoncé, Pharrell Williams, Timbaland, J-Roc, James Fauntleroy and Justin Timberlake, and produced by the former four.

(#4) The video

The beginning of the lyrics:

I love your face
You love the taste
That sugar babe, it melts away

I kiss you when you lick your lips, I kiss you when you lick your lips
You like it wet and so do I, you like it wet and so do I
I know you never waste a drip, I know you never waste a drip
I wonder how it feels sometimes
Must be good to you

Keep me coming, keep me going, keep me coming, keep me going
Keep me humming, keep me moaning, keep me humming, keep me moaning
Don’t stop loving ’til the morning, don’t stop loving ’til the morning
Don’t stop screaming, freaking, blowing

Can you eat my skittles
It’s the sweetest in the middle
Pink that’s the flavor
Solve the riddle

I’mma lean back
Don’t worry its nothing major
Make sure you clean that
That’s the only way to get the

Drippingly raunchy, but without any “dirty words”. (And then, of course, in the Randy Blue video, all the dirty talk is translated from female bodies to the bodies of gay men.)

On skittles, start with my 8/23/13 posting “Share the rainbow”, about Skittles, a brand of fruit-flavored candies, brightly colored spheres, with the slogan “Taste the rainbow”. Then metaphorically, skittles is also slang for drugs in pill form, especially by the handful, and for the female genitals (especially the clitoris). (Not yet in GDoS, but reported in Urban Dictionary.)

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