(Below the fold, a hot guy flashing bedroom eyes in nothing but a white low-rise basic brief that leaves little to the imagination: a matter of taste.)
A Daily Jocks flash sale — their term — for the Labor Day weekend. Work it, thick Nipaman!
I post this here for Nipaman’s lean, muscular body (very much to my taste) and of course for his remarkable bedroom-eyes performance, but also as a playful release at the end of a 9/2 day that began with a 12:30 am automated message informing me that my adjunct appointment at Stanford (and my use of Stanford e-mail, library services, and more) would be terminated on 9/4 (actually, the library services — access to the OED! — had already been terminated on 9/1), setting in motion 8 hours of heart-pounding Woo(l)ly Mammoth Crisis Time, temporarily resolved by my department’s paying for a year of these services for me while the issue of my appointment by the dean is settled.
But now I am yours, Nipaman. Work your sex magic on me.
(#1) Nipaman in bedroom-cruise mode; the narrowed, lowered eyes and intense gaze are part of the effect, but has anyone actually studied the details of how this works?
Now, for a mutual bedroom gaze, a famous cinematic one — for extra value, combined with lustful eating:
(#2) Tom Jones (Albert Finney) and Mrs. Waters (Joyce Redman) drink and eat at one another with lust in their hearts and eyes in the 1963 movie Tom Jones: a chicken leg, an oyster, a juicy pear
I much enjoyed the Fielding novel, but I adored the movie. I saw it I think 5 times in 1963. Well, I was 22 when it came out, and it was the beginning of the 60s.
As it happens, some decades later I had a lunch date in a trendy restaurant with a young man, just for the two of us to get acquainted, and things developed along the lines in #2, though our dining was much more decorous. But equally intense. Tom and Mrs. Waters ended up in bed at the Inn at Upton; Roger and I ended up enjoying a nooner at a pleasant university-area motel in Columbus OH. It was deeply satisfying.
September 3, 2022 at 12:11 am |
I think I remember white asparagus as part of that scene, too.
September 3, 2022 at 11:55 am |
9/3: Just watched the scene, but no asparagus. I think we’re both remembering a different sex-eating scene.
September 3, 2022 at 2:57 am |
Also from the movie, but relevant to Nipaman: Tom Jones’s drunken ballad for the abusively bullying, puritanical tutor Mr. Thwackum: “Sing, Thick Thwackum, Thy Bounty Has Flown” — with the slang sense of thick:
… while Nipaman appears to be dimensionally thick, fireplug-style, in the dick department.
September 3, 2022 at 3:18 am |
Over on Facebook, in response to a reader’s having read Nipaman as Norman, as in Norman Bates, from the Bates Motel, I explain:
Yes, obscure and convoluted.
September 3, 2022 at 11:40 am |
If it becomes an issue again, OED access via the county library system is easy, even if Palo Alto has its own city library: “Library eCards are available to anyone living in Santa Clara County.”