I have this digital-artist friend (on the other side of the country) who proposed to give me a Christmas gift: daily cards (delivered by the USPS) for the AI Hot Hunk Days of Christmas (with Hot understood as HomoHot ‘arousing to homos’); the (very sweet) idea was to arouse me on a daily basis with a surprise hot guy, one for each of the 12 days from Christmas to Epiphany Eve, as in the song. Mail delivery this Christmas season has been — let me put this in a kindly fashion — erratic. The day 1 card arrived on day 4, not an unreasonable journey across the country, but then nothing, nothing at all, through to day 8 (8 maids a-milking, New Year’s Day), when the artist and I began to fear that the cards had gone astray, been seized by the post office, whatever, so that I anxiously awaited yesterday’s (day 9) mail. Which brought me days 2 through 4, whew.
By then, the artist had supplied me (by e-mail) with an X-rated version of day 5 (which their printers had rejected as too raunchy) and also its steamy but non-X substitute. So today (day 10) I’m hoping for the day 6 card. And then on from there. Meanwhile, I’ll improve the hours until the mail comes by showing you days 2 through 4.
Summary: my earlier postings. Bringing things up to date:
— from 12/31, in “The 7th day of Christmas”:
Back on the 4th day, December 28th, my mail brought me a digital-art celebration of the 1st day… from [one] of my digital-artist friends.
— from 1/1, in “The AI Hot Hunk Twelve Days of Christmas”:
5th day images: one too raunchy for the printers, in which the five golden rings are two earrings, two nipple rings, and one penis ring; and the printable substitute, with the model in shiny golden gym shorts, in which the five golden rings are two earrings, two nipple rings, and one cuff ring.
Now: two turtle doves, three French hens, four calling birds. Turtle doves are European birds that are essentially small gray pigeons, so the artist gives us two white pigeons, close enough for AI work. Meanwhile, the hunk is a tease, with his image cut off at the pubes:
(#1) Two turtle doves, of sorts; hairy chests and forearms are one of the artist’s little gifts to me
Three French hens, bantam red birds of a fantasy breed that’s allowed to forage for bugs on café tables; well, it’s Paris (as you can clearly see from the background), so autres lieux, autres moeurs:
(#2) While the three French hens go about their business, Hot Hunk in the Blue Beret is covering his manhood with a casually resting hand and diverting our attention from his public nakedness with a sweet smile — a smile nearly as enticing as his body is meant to be (though his upper body, especially those upper arms, is alarmingly muscular)
Four calling birds, pun-birds whose calls are of the phone variety:
(#3) Remarkable birds, with hands, calling in to their amiable Christmas Hunk dispatcher
And so we bid farewell to the bird sanctuary of the Hot Days of Christmas.
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