Archive for the ‘Language of sex’ Category

A second look at a shirt-spreading Beau Butler

October 28, 2024

(Entertaining and enlightening, I hope, but definitely not for kids or the sexually modest.)

Yesterday, in my posting “Beau Butler’s shirt” (about shirt-lifting as sexual invitation, and gay porn actor Beau Butler as a practitioner), I ended with a photo of BB engaged instead in shirt-spreading (or -opening), to display his muscular torso (muscular but not ripped like a bodybuilder’s):


(#1) [from the caption there:] … a suave but intense BB

An unusual presentation for BB; he’s characteristically earthy, cheerily (even playfully) crude, brazenly shirtless, bearing with him an aura of powerful male sweat. But the guy in this photo is, as I said, suave — with styled hair (oh! much browner than in other photos, where it’s definitely black), elegant eyebrows, very light facial hair, and (another oh!) piercingly blue eyes. Meanwhile, the handsome light lavender shirt he’s spreading is much more stylish than the t-shirts BB wears when he’s not going shirtless. Even the shirt-spreading gesture is a smoother move, less overtly sexual, than the shirt-lifting of BB’s other photos in yesterday’s posting.

The anomalies pile up. Is this, then, actually BB, or is it a simulacrum of him, presumably AI-generated?

Almost surely a simulacrum, as I’ll argue in a bit. But first, one more (genuine) photo of BB — there are tons of them, mostly with him naked or minimally clothed, available in copies all over the net; most of them are clearly from studios he’s worked for — with him, wearing only boots and socks, doing a crude tush push, jokily advertising his availability as a really fine fuck.  Managing to be really goofy and really arousing at the same time. To compare with #1 above.

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The ecstasy of oral pleasure

October 26, 2024

(The title is a warning; this posting is about men fellating men, and while the language mostly rises above raunchy street talk, the topic is clearly not for kids or the sexually modest)

I begin with a severely cropped image of one gay porn actor fellating another, a picture that manages to have no penis in it, despite the fact that the unseen penis is the emotionally central element of the act for both participants. Because what struck me about the image was, instead, the fellator’s state of being, as evidenced in his facial expression:

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Dirty Words

October 14, 2024

(About gay porn, with rapt attention to men’s bodies and sex between men, in street language, so entirely inappropriate for kids and the sexually modest)

Dirty Words is a new release from NakedSword Originals (in the Falcon family of gay porn studios). Not about dirty words ‘taboo vocabulary, offensive or indecent words’, but about dirty writing ‘sex writing’ (erotic fiction, sexual memoirs, sexual advice). The synopsis from the studio (divided into paragraphs for easier reading):

New York City has long been the playground of sex writer Zachary Zane, author of Boyslut: A Memoir and Manifesto. Threesomes, anonymous hook-ups, and sex parties are all in a day’s research, not to mention questions from blog fans who happen to spot him out and about at his favorite Manhattan haunts.

Even power-bottom stud Michael Boston stops him on the street for some advice on his relationship with fuck buddy Alexander Müller before Zachary finally heads to Fire Island for a few days of rest and relaxation. Quickly, though, Zachary learns that the summer getaway hotspot is packed with inquisitive readers, all of whom want a piece of him – for counsel, of course. What started as an escape from writing deadlines quickly becomes a crash course in better sex for Oliver Hunt, Harold Lopez, Matty West, Beaux Banks, and Axel Rockham.

By the time Zachary returns to his NYC stomping grounds, he’s ready for a vacation from his vacation – but not before weighing in on a kinky threeway that new pal Michael Boston is planning to have with buddies Braxton Cruz and Travis Connor. Never one to say no to a friend, Zachary dispenses wisdom and encouragement in his signature no-nonsense style, proving that he’s always willing to provide more than just the tips.

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Cadbury’s puds

September 6, 2024

On Facebook today, an astonished observation by Martyn Cornell:

It’s early September — must be time for selling Christmas confectionery in the supermarkets of Britain …

Providing us with this store display for Christmas versions of Cadbury’s Puds:


The original Cadbury Pud — a brand name —  is a Cadbury milk chocolate bar with a truffle centre, hazelnut pieces, and crunchy puffed rice pieces

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Summa Cum Load

September 6, 2024

(Consider the title; the posting is thoroughly unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest)

Yes, a heavy-handed, cheerily vulgar pun on summa cum laude (for an undergraduate degree with highest distinction), pretty much what you expect in the titles of porn flicks: here, MEN.com’s 2024 DVD Summa Cum Load Vol. 1, as featured in gay porn emporium Gay Empire’s Back to Class sale ad (in my mail today — just the thing for a gay professor’s birthday!):

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Transitional days

September 1, 2024

🐇 🐇 🐇 rabbit rabbit rabbit to inaugurate September and a new season (autumn in the northern hemisphere, where I am); we bid a fond farewell to August and summer as we sail on to new times and new climes (time to think about mittens and down jackets!)

And time to turn the pages on the calendar — in my case, a Tom of Finland calendar that takes us from August’s sailor and leatherman paired in the bright sun on the water to September’s lumberjack and leatherman paired in a shady evergreen forest.

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Labor Gay 2024

August 30, 2024

(There will be nekkid guys and man-on-man sex, treated in street language, so this posting is not suitable for kids or the sexually modest)

Today is penultimate August (the first Emperor of Rome is about to leave the building); also the Friday before U.S. Labor Day (a day that for many people counts as the first of a 4-day holiday weekend marking the end of summer and oh yes, recognizing the labor movement); the day after we celebrate the beheading of John the Baptist (by Herod at the request of Salome, the story goes), popularly known as Head on a Platter Day; the birthday of one old friend from the late 1950s, Ellen Sulkis James; the day before the birthday of another such friend, Benita Bendon Campbell; and the occasion for the TitanMen firm to offer its annual Labor Gay sale, an occasion on which Men at Work on insertive man-on-man sex hawk gay porn (this year, we get the two stars of Breed Me Daddy), and for the GayEmpire firm to advertise its own Labor Gay sale (with an ad featuring the two stars of Hooking Up With Finn Harding). Something for everyone in there.

This year I’m going for the gay porn, mostly because it’s entertaining — there’s a lot that’s ridiculous in gay porn, so even videos I don’t find carnally moving can still be sources of pleasure — but partly because I’m in a light-hearted holiday mood, and partly because I want to lodge some accuracy in advertising complaints.

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Acres of dildos

August 26, 2024

(Consider the title. I’m about to show you dildos by the bushel and talk about them rudely, so this posting is definitely not for kids or the sexually modest)

An e-mail summer sale offer from Fort Troff on 8/23 with the mail header:

For Ur D!ick Fix

What does my d!ick need for its fix? A boost from behind, in the form of dildos, acres of dildos:

46 total shapes + sizes
Each cock in 4 tones
Firm INNER core

184 different dildos, all soft on the outside, firm on the inside!

The Fort Troff ad, showing a happy young man luxuriating amidst acres of dildos:

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The cob-canine corn dog

August 25, 2024

Steven Levine on Facebook on 8/23, reporting in from an enormously crowded Minnesota State Fair, posted this cartoon t-shirt from the fair, with a note of distress:


(#1) SL: I find this t-shirt design to be disturbing. Shades of Charlie the Tuna.

(To which I added: Eat me!) I’ll get to Charlie the vorarephilic horse mackerel (and the Ameglian Major Cow, too) in a little while. But first, on fun-food corn dogs and cob-canine corn dogs.

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A Mexican in Paris

August 23, 2024

(About art, and about some Z-folk (yay us!), but the Z-folk are knee-deep in homoerotic art (yay for Team Sodomite!), and male bodies and man-on-man sex will be discussed in plain language, so this posting is off-limits for kids and the sexually modest)

A Mexican in Paris — Ángel Zárraga, a painter who has brought us yet another remarkable painting of St. Sebastian (I know, I know, when will this rain of Sebastians end?, you cry out; well, not quite yet), the sensuous Votive Offering, more commonly known as (The Martyrdom ofSaint Sebastian:


(#1) I’ll have a fair amount to say about the elements of this painting, but there are endless further questions about them: why the contrapposto stance, why this posing of the saint’s arms, why stars in the saint’s halo? why only one arrow, just barely embedded in the saint’s left nipple, and with handsome black and white checks on its fletching? and on and on; you’ll probably have more questions yourself

So we see what looks like a a fashionable Parisian woman in Art Nouveau dress, on her knees in devotion before a handsome Italian man with wavy black Romantic hair. He’s Saint Sebastian, dying for his Christian beliefs, from wicked sharp arrows penetrating into his flesh; she’s Saint Irene of Rome, tending to him and healing his wounds. But there’s no agony, no tears, only the striking of poses. There’s no exertion, no fear, not one drop of sweat. Remarkably, there’s not a drop of blood, either, only these two powerfully beautiful people, radiating sensuous elegance.

The inscription in the lower right corner is a genuinely pious and humble dedication by the artist of his work to the Lord; meanwhile, in the work, the body of the saint is framed as itself a votive offering, a gift to God. But let’s face it, this Sebastian is one hot number (and so is this very worldly Irene, in her own way), presenting himself as strikingly unmartyrial, more like something cooked up by Pierre et Gilles. I find it easier to imagine Zárraga’s Sebastian stud-hustling on a city street — well, I have actually seen his brothers in action, though with more clothes on and no arrow — than to see him as a blood sacrifice in the service of Jesus Christ.

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