(Naked men, gay BDMS fetish porn discussed in street language, entirely unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest.)
In today’s e-mail, from the Falcon | Naked Sword Store (with hyphens inserted for clarity): summer cyber-Monday half-off hits on sale (1 day only):
(Increasingly naked model, doing a cock tease sequence before full frontal nudity (not shown here, for WordPress modesty), but the beauty of his body, cock included, is admiringly discussed in plain language. So not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)
Yes, it’s ultimate July, 7/31. 🐅 🐅 🐅 three tigers to lead us out of the jungle of July. Tomorrow there will be the inaugural rabbits, but I fear August’s bunnies will all be demon creatures (cue Monty Python’s Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog).
From Bill Stewart on 7/29 (Bill feeds me naked men every so often; they’re a hobby we share), an issue of Eroticco magazine featuring the model Jared, as photographed by Roger N.
Each issue of the magazine is a photo shoot, with no text whatsoever beyond the identification of the name of the model and the name of the photographer — in this case, just a (presumably professional) first name in the case of the model (who I’ve not been able to identify further in searches, but then I have little search-fu), first name and initial for the photographer (similarly obscure for me).
The thing about this shoot is that while it is in some sense gay porn, it’s executed with a high level of craft, on the part of both photographer (who sets up the shots and then composes the final photos) and model (who acts in this dramatic sequence, projecting a persona and engaging his viewers). Some of it is funny. Meanwhile, the final cock reveal turns out not to be about Jared’s cock; the cock is just an element of a larger composition that equally features Jared’s face (with a welcoming half-smile) and his perfectly sculpted torso. His cock, large and half-hard, fits the rest of his body perfectly; but large half-hard cocks can’t be viewed as elements of fine art, so I can’t show you the cock here, have to fuzz it out.
Now, the cover of the Eroticco issue. Then 7 shots from the larger sequence in the magazine, showing the full progression in the magazine’s layout. With commentary from me along the way.
Following up on my 7/27/23 posting “Illusory penguins”, in which the illusory penguins were actually football tackle sleds, which I admitted to actually having crashed into, Ellen Kaisse wrote in e-mail:
I was a little surprised that you had [used football tackle sleds] — did you play middle school or high school football? Or do they have these at some gyms? They strike me as possibly falling into a similar category to those giant ropes you are supposed to fling up and down, which I have done a couple of times. Didn’t garner my allegiance as a training method.
(I have, just now, posted a short story of mine, a piece of fictobiography about those goddam climbing ropes: “Enough rope: A short story”.)
My response to EMK on 7/27:
I think I’ve told this story on my blog, but it’s an embarrassing moment in my life.
But it seems that I haven’t, or at least that I’ve been unable to search it out. So here’s another piece of fictobiography, as told to EMK a few days ago (writing about events at this distance means the stories have been shaped and re-shaped in incalculable ways). Below the line:
Imported from my XBlog on Livejournal, to find a home here on my regular blog:
A short story, a piece of fictobiography, about kids and gyms and shower rooms. Nothing of linguistic interest. Nothing XXX-rated. Not even any jockstraps. Full text below the line. (Original version from 1991, posted to Livejournal on 8/17/2010.)
On my posting earlier today, “The Bulldog Café, a lost monument of mimetic architecture”, this comment by Robert Southwick Richmond:
Mimetic vehicle design. Chicken Dinner candy bars were on the market 1923-62 – I don’t remember ever seeing one – but the delivery trucks were a laugh and a half. I remember seeing one in St. Louis in 1960.
Bob’s graphic didn’t post, but here’s a whole piece on the delivery trucks on the Issuu site, under the section “The Gentleman Racer: A Guide to Cars, Adventure, Style, and Culture” by Michael Satterfield:
“Chicken Dinner” was the name of a candy bar that was produced in the early ’20s by Sperry Candy, a company based out of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The name came from the concept of “a chicken in every pot” a slogan repopularized for the 1928 Republican Presidential campaign. At some point, the company started building Chicken-Trucks that would be used to promote the candy and it seems also sold the candy like a modern-day ice-cream truck. Each was one unique and had its own version of a stylized chicken integrated into the bodywork.
(#1) A array of Chicken Dinner Candy Bar trucks
(#2) A very early truckThe flavor of the candy thankfully didn’t taste like a Chicken Dinner, instead, it was filled with nuts and covered in chocolate. It was described in ads as “An expensive, high-grade candy.”
(#3) An ad for the candy, showing the nuts and chocolaeIt stayed in production for nearly 40 years before being discontinued in the 1960’s. It is also rumored to be a source of the phrase “Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner” from when a Chicken Dinner Candy Bar would be a prize at fair or carnival.
The candy made it until 1962 when the company was purchased by a competitor and the brand was discontinued.
It begins with yesterday’s posting “Charlie’s Dog House Diner” — not actually in the form of a doghouse, but with a doghouse image on its facade; in a comment on my posting, Tim Evanson now suggests a little place in old L.A. in the form of a bulldog — a genuine piece of mimetic architecture:
There is also the Bulldog Cafe, once located at 1153 West Washington Boulevard in Los Angeles, California. A takeout restaurant, it was torn down in 1955. A re-creation was built for the 1991 Disney movie The Rocketeer.
The link Tim provided is unusable for me, but here’s a fine one, to Martin Turnbull’s website (of 3/10/15) on the Bulldog Café, opened in 1928:
I’m a fan of mimetic architecture – buildings intentionally made to look like something, often in the shape of what it sells, like an ice cream store in the shape of a waffle cone. Yes, they’re kitsch, and but they’re fun and memorable. This one was called the Bulldog Café, and opened at 1153 West Washington Blvd in 1928 and lasted until 1955 or 1966 (sources differ.) Not unsurprisingly, it’s no longer there, but a replica of it can now be found at the Idle Hour in North Hollywood. (The replica was built by the Petersen Automotive Museum on Wilshire Blvd, but was removed during their 2017 remodel.)
Featuring ham, barbecue, chili, tamales, and ice cream; if it offered hot dogs, that wasn’t trumpeted.
(Hot underwear model with his ample junk flagrantly displayed, discussion of male bodies and stud hustling — not for kids or the sexually modest.)
The previous, way flagrant, flash offer e-mail from Daily Jocks (on 7/28):
(A male model in nothing but totally revealing cotton briefs, mention of penises and stud hustling, so not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)
A Daily Jocks sale ad that came in my e-mail yesterday:
From the great book of diners of fanciful design (compare, more generally: restaurants of fanciful design and motels of fanciful design), from Tim Evanson: Charlie’s Dog House Diner, 2102 Brookpark Rd, Cleveland OH:
(#1) The facade, representing a doghouse, with dogs; but this is just one face of the diner, which is otherwise of more ordinary form
Now: on the compound noun dog house; on Charlie’s Dog House Diner; on what is no doubt the most famous dog house in pop culture, Snoopy’s from the Peanuts comic strip; and on diners that have taken dog house entirely for its name value, without any attempt to mimic or represent a dog house — taking the Dog House Diner in Encinitas CA as one exemplar of these. Hot dogs! Getcher hot dogs here!
