(Underwear guys, gay male culture, lots of pink, but nothing pointedly carnal. Use your judgment.)
The spur is yesterday’s Daily Jocks ad, for a Marco Marco pink sequin jock-thong, here in two views, with my caption poem:
(#1) Perfectionist in pink sequin
(#2) Patrick’s pouch
Patrick dreamed he
Pranced at the Pansy Party in
Nothing but his
Pink sequin ballcap, his
Pink leather harness, and his
Pink sequin jock-thongStill shopping for the
Perfect
Pink sequin pumps
(Men from the Pink Fellowship, in very skimpy underwear; racy language. Use your judgment.)
(#1) thong
Nights with pink pouches
Never reaching the end
Offers they’ve flaunted
Never willing to sendKnights with pink pouches
Famous cock teases
Offer their assets
Won’t close the deals
The Zits from August 31st:
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About color naming, and its association with sex/gender. The stereotype is that males use only a small number of color names, but that females draw on a much more diverse collection of names, and that this difference follows from differences — perhaps learned, but perhaps inborn — in the interests and inclinations of the sexes, with females engaged in fashion and interior decoration (where a rich color vocabulary is useful) in a way that males are not.
… in NOAD2’s third sense:
3 a thing that trails, especially a trailing plant.
The occasion was an errand-running walk in Palo Alto a little while ago with Kim Darnell, on which we came across a plant I identified as a fuchsia, remarking that they were often planted in hanging baskets, where their down-hanging flowers spilled attractively over the sides of the basket:
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Pulled out the pink #2 bowl in my melamine bowl set, to use as a salad bowl — it also gets used as a pasta bowl, a stir-fry bowl, and of course as a mixing bowl in cooking — and once again admired the set: for its durability, its utility, and the cheery beauty of its colors:
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From smallest to largest: orange, pink, red, green (lime, rather than forest), and blue. Five of the six primary colors, with pink standing in for purple/violet, and missing yellow.
It started with my observing to a friend that a container in which a blue cheese had been stored can be used to start “blu(e)ing” any cheese, citing the blue cheddar I had recently created in my refrigerator. And then this friend went off to buy some cheese for me, and came across some blue jack, a blue version of Monterey Jack. Jack is a mild cheese that has the virtue of being sliceable, and sliceable blue cheeses aren’t easy to come by (most blue cheeses crumble or shatter), so blue jack could be a good find. And so it was:
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Now at its height, this excellent cymbidium orchid, in a hard-to-describe shade of light peach or apricot, with yellow highlights and a dark red lip:
A caption with the flower personified:
He was a big man, Cuppy, with
Florid, juicy sexual parts and a
Passion for ripe peaches and
Apricots. His drag name was
Cymbidia.
National Coming Out Day was largely a day of personal remembrance for me this year — see my posting here — so I missed a bit of significant lgbt news, with a local twist even. It came to me circuitously, via the (closed) Facebook group Our Bastard Language, in a posting by Lauren Hall, originally on October 11th (NCOD itself), where Lauren reported the Think Different poster she’d seen on Market St. in San Francisco that day. One shot among many available (this one just a bit off Market, but in a famous spot):
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A variant of Apple’s Think Different ad campaign of some years back, with a silhouette of Squire GrabPussy (as the President-Elect was then) instead of a semicircular bite out of the apple, and with the bands of the Pride Flag instead of Apple’s rainbow colors:
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