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VDay kiss-in

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On the eve of the holiday, we come to same-sex kissing in public (in the flesh or in photos distributed publicly), which I maintain is, these days, still almost always a political act (and to my mind an admirable one) — protesting homophobia, the denial of lgbt rights, and homo-hostility of all sorts. (The exception is in kissing in the few safe spaces allowed to us, and even then photos might become truly public.) These protests can be carried out by warm and gentle strategies, like Neil Patrick Harris and his husband David Burtka performing their genuine pleasure in each other as a persistent campaign of adorable public affection, a campaign carried out on behalf of lgbt people everywhere. Or the protests can be more pointed and defiant (examples to follow), but again the protestors are acting on behalf of the community, not just themselves. Some of us in fact feel that we have a moral responsibility to act in this way, especially if we can do so without much loss to ourselves and have social capital (reputation, celebrity, authority, whatever) we can draw on: if not us, then who?

A serious lead-in to something I take great pleasure in seeing: men kissing men, women kissing women. And since tomorrow is Kissing Day…

The Valentine’s Kiss Photo Challenge. An event carried out on the GayCities site for several years. Guys (mostly young) submit photos of themselves, which the site then promotes. Three diverse examples here. First, a couple in a shot the site labeled “Beef Tongue”:

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The t-shirt is a tribute to a different holiday: “I’m Not Santa But You Can Sit on My Lap”.

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Originally shot in a protest context, on Christopher St. in NYC.

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Black angel and white angel. My sources give no reading for flagging rainbow on the right, as here. Receptive partner for anything?

International. Now a diverse assortment of protests from around the world, not all specifically for VDay.

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Female couples in Kosovo, where this display apparently elicited significant hostility.

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Record long VDay kiss by a Thai couple (50 hours, 25 minutes)

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Kiss-in in Cartagena, Colombia, demonstrating after the massacre at the Pulse club in Orlando FL

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And a mass VDay kiss-in in Picadilly Circus, London. Note three-way on the upper right.



Sex and smiles for VDay

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(Everyday mansex — just your ordinary fellatio — discussed in plain language, mostly analytically rather than enthusiastically, so maybe not enough to frighten the horses in the street. Use your judgment.)

The Michael Lucas studio ad for a Valentine’s Day offer, cropped here for the sake of modesty (the full image, of happy cocksucking, can be viewed on AZBlogX):

When the Old Porn Peddler comes on a holiday, he naturally turns to puns. For Valentine’s Day, it’s probably going to involve heart and hard-on, as here.

Commentary: on the heart/hard pun for VDay; on the figure of the Old Porn Peddler; on the smiles by both cocksman and cocksucker (even though the latter has his mouth filled by a big dick); and on what the men are doing with their hands.

The heart/hard pun. Earlier on this blog (again, with X-rated images on AZBlogX):

for Fathers Day in 2015, “My hard-on belongs to Daddy” (with Daddy/Boy sex)

for VDay in 2016, “We got our Heart-On for you!”

The Old Porn Peddler. My play on that legendary figure, the Old Dope Peddler. From Wikipedia:

“The Old Dope Peddler” is a satirical song by Tom Lehrer. It was on Lehrer’s first album, Songs by Tom Lehrer from 1953, and a new live recording on Tom Lehrer Revisited in 1960.
The song is a parody of a popular tune well known at the time, “The Old Lamp-Lighter” by Charles Tobias and Nat Simon, which was a hit first for Kay Kyser in 1947, and continued to have popular new recordings to 1960. The sticky-sweet verses of the original asserted that

He made the night a little brighter
Wherever he would go
The old lamplighter
Of long, long ago

It goes on to say that if there were sweethearts in the dark, “he’d pass the light and leave it dark,” and concludes by explaining that now, the old lamplighter turns the stars on at night and turns them off at dawn.
Lehrer’s parody switches the song’s protagonist to “the Old Dope Peddler” selling “powdered happiness”. It has lines like this:

He gives the kids free samples
because he knows full well
that today’s young, innocent faces
will be tomorrow’s clientele

In the case at hand:

He gives the guy great blowjobs
because he long ago learned
that that young, horny cocksman
will soon blow him in return

Smiling through the sex. In the ad, both cocksman and cocksucker are smiling happily: hey, buddy, this is awesome!

(Personal tastes: I love to see men kissing. And I love to see men smiling, especially when they’re enjoying mansex, as above.)

Easy for the cocksman, something of a trick for the cocksucker, who’s got his mouth filled with cock. But he can still smile with his eyes, crinkling them up. From a 10/13/15 posting of mine:

In this photo, [actor Jordi] Vilasuso isn’t quite smiling with his mouth, but he’s definitely “smiling with his eyes” — appparently known as smizing in some circles. The verb smize is of course a portmanteau of smile and eyes

Note that both men are smiling at us, for us, the viewers. But they’re connecting with each other, and not just through that cock.

What the hands say. The connections are through their hands, on each other’s bodies: cocksucker with a fist wrapped around the base of the cocksman’s balls (giving his guy an extra measure of pleasure, beyond the action on his cock), cocksman with an affectionate hand on the cocksucker’s head.

The hand on head can be a gesture of dominance and control, forcing the cocksucker down on that cock. But very often it’s a sweet, affectionate gesture, a way for the cocksman to connect with the guy serving his dick, maybe as an embrace, maybe as a kind of sexual counterpart to a buddy pat. You don’t just offer your hard dick to a guy and expect him to get down to work on it, you hold him affectionately, support him.

Screenshots and stills: know your audience. All of this makes the ad quite pleasing, and it doesn’t hurt that both participants are good-looking young men with hot bodies. I don’t know who the actors are, or what porn flick this photo was originally advertising, but I’m quite sure it’s not a screenshot from a video, but a posed still shot. It’s almost a sure thing that nothing like this scene appears in the video.

Ads for porn flicks often show wonderfully smiling actors, when it turns out that in the actual videos no one smiles at all during sex: the actors are intently focused on performing the sex, on being competent men-at-work, and their characters are fully absorbed in their sexwork. (When this happens, I tend to feel cheated, because I really like those smiles.) And in the videos, the actors don’t gaze at the camera (that is, at us fags viewing the videos) — or, at least, they’re not supposed to, because that would break the third wall and break the viewers’ identification with the characters in the scene, which is what drives the viewers’ sexual arousal.

So: the image above is great as an ad, but would be terrible as a moment from a porn flick. The ads are directed at potential buyers, the videos are directed at fags jacking off.


One more VDay posting

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Today’s Steam Room Stories is about “straight guys giving gay gifts”: what does a straight guy give as a Valentine’s Day gift to his best buddy, who happens to be gay? Two straight guys with this question talk together about it in the steam room, each explaining to the other what he proposes to say to his gay bro. You can watch the video here.

The guys get to know each other better, each admiring what a great buddy the other is, until they get to suggesting that maybe they should spend some time together, like maybe dinner and a movie. Oh, well, that would be a date, right, and that would be too fuckin’ gay. But they like each other more and more, eventually deciding that a date would be ok. And maybe some hot sex afterwards, that would be nice. So they hook up. (And then the third guy in the steam room, just off camera to one side, turns out to have been Cupid. “My work here is done.”)

A lot of the SRS episodes are about the permeability of the gay/straight divide. (The series is stunningly pro-gay, treating gay and straight with full parity, and depicting the men discussing sex (of all kinds) openly and easily.)

Here’s one on bro-jobs, to add to my brocabulary file: “BroJobs – there’s nothing more hetero than hooking up with your bud”, which you can watch here. The compaint is that it’s gotten so you can’t tell gays from straights any more: they look the same, act the same, wear the same clothes, do the same things, right down to enjoying anal sex (pegging by their girlfriends for the straight guys) and trading blow jobs (what a straight dude does for his bro when the bro is horny and his woman isn’t available).

And then, to add to my file on angle and curvature, an SRS episode on “curved cocks”, which you can watch here. Five straight guys show off — to one another, not to the viewing audience, these are cock-free videos — dicks that curve right, left, down, straight up, and then the surprise, the famed pretzel dick, and argue their merits. Guy comes in, straight guy says to him, “You’re gay, right?” — “Like Liza’s last husband!” he snaps back — so straight asks him to adjudicate, on the basis of his deep experience with dicks, which is best. Not a hard question: “It’s not the bend of the baloney, it’s the torque behind the tool”. All of the straights except Pretzel Dude troop out to hang out together, so gay guy asks  PD what he has in the bag he brought with him. Equipment for his lady to deal with his Bavarian Pretzel, starting with a squeeze bottle of mustard and a bottle of Hefeweisen. Straight asks gay if he wants a sausage, gay says sure, straight hands him the mustard, leans back to make his crotch available and gets ready for gay to feast on his meat.

This is absurd and crude, also very funny.


The news for penguins and, oh yes, penises

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From Elizabeth Daingerfield Zwicky on Facebook yesterday, a chocolate cupcake for Valentine’s Day (which is also, significantly, Elizabeth’s birthday), with white frosting and a blue frosting design on top of that:

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Ah, you say a penguin, on ice, with a message of love (those hearts). Note that, thanks to me, penguins are a big thing in my family.

Elizabeth boldly denied the Penguin Interpretation — well, with a  Magrittean disavowal (Ceci n’est pas une pipe):

This is not a penguin.

But then she added an alternative, the Rocket Interpretation:

A rocket. With heart-shaped windows.

But wait! There’s more!

First, the Rocket Interpretation shoots us into penis territory, since rockets and rocket ships are potent phallic symbols. If we take the hearts into account, it’s a love rocket, woo woo.

And then there’s a third view, which I championed. Rotate the image in #1, to get the hearts right side up, and you get:

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Ah, a fish: the Fish Interpretation. Specifically, a love fish, or even (as I suggested) a Lovefish, in fact, for reasons that will soon become clear, H.P. Lovefish.

These three interpretations will lead us far afield.

Penguin. Penguin love and penguins in love are familiar topics on this blog (see the Page on penguin postings for some links), so I’ll skip past these topics to get to the Antarctic connection, which led Steven Pemberton on FB to turn to H.P. Lovecraft and his novella At the Mountains of Madness, set in Antarctica (where (most of) the penguins come from). From Wikipedia on the writer:

Howard Phillips Lovecraft (… August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) was an American author who achieved posthumous fame through his influential works of horror fiction. He was virtually unknown and published only in pulp magazines before he died in poverty, but he is now regarded as one of the most significant 20th-century authors in his genre. … Among his most celebrated tales are “The Call of Cthulhu” and “The Shadow over Innsmouth”, both canonical to the Cthulhu Mythos. … He subsisted in progressively straitened circumstances in his last years; an inheritance was completely spent by the time that he died at age 46.

And on the novella:

At the Mountains of Madness is a novella by horror writer H. P. Lovecraft, written in February/March 1931 and rejected that year by Weird Tales editor Farnsworth Wright on the grounds of its length. It was originally serialized in the February, March, and April 1936 issues of Astounding Stories. It has been reproduced in numerous collections.

The story details the events of a disastrous expedition to the Antarctic continent in September 1930, and what was found there by a group of explorers led by the narrator [evidence of ancient extraterrestial astronauts!], Dr. William Dyer of Miskatonic University. Throughout the story, Dyer details a series of previously untold events in the hope of deterring another group of explorers who wish to return to the continent.

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So maybe we should think of #1 as depicting an Antarctic descendant of ancient extraterrestrials — from a Lovecraftian point of view, rather uncharacteristically lovable, but still unearthly.

Love rocket. Several of the first FB commenters who opted for the Rocket Interpretation went right to a game item in World of Warcraft (note the fortuitous warcraft / Lovecraft echo here), the Big Love Rocket:

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It’s pink (symbolizing femininity, cuteness, homosexuality, and the color of an engorged penis all in one package), it’s a rocket (the phallus), and you can ride it (riding imagery to come below).

On the game, from Wikipedia:

World of Warcraft (WoW) is a massively multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG) released in 2004 by Blizzard Entertainment. It is the fourth released game set in the fantasy Warcraft universe, which was first introduced by Warcraft: Orcs & Humans in 1994.

A love rocket as an explicitly sexual image is all over the place. Here’s the mock-Victorian composition “Love Rocket” from pointedly gay artist Felix d’Eon / D’Eon:

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(I won’t digress on d’Eon here, but he deserves a posting of his own.)

Then there are musical uses of the compound love rocket. Two examples: from Chris Brown and from Steel Panther recording as Danger Kitty.

Chris Brown’s song “Love Rocket” is sexy and engaging. It was written for a woman to sing, but Brown released his own version of the song in 2009 (leaving the lyrics untouched), setting off speculation that he was gay:

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You can listen to the song here. The crucial lyrics:

Wanna take a, a little ride
On your rocket yeah yeah your rocket
… Let me hop on your love rocket

Brief biographical note on Brown:

Christopher Maurice “Chris” Brown (born May 5, 1989) is an American singer, songwriter, and dancer. Born in Tappahannock, Virginia, he was involved in his church choir and several local talent shows from a young age. (Wikipedia link)

Steel Panther is something else:

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You can listen to the track here (it’s really really noisy). On the band, from Wikipedia:

Steel Panther is an American comedy rock/glam metal band from Los Angeles, California, mostly known for their profane and humorous lyrics, as well as their exaggerated on-stage personae that parody the stereotypical 1980s “glam metal” lifestyle.

GDoS has the following love X compounds used metaphorically for ‘penis’:

love bone, love dart, love gun, love muscle, love pump, love rod, love staff, lovesteak, love stick, love torpedo, love truncheon, love warrior

but not love rocket. However, the compound is widely attested in porn. Two examples:

GotPorn: filling that ass up with a love rocket of his [gay porn] (link)

Curvy Teen Bimbo Rides A Love Rocket [straight porn] (link)

Small digression on crotch rocket in gay porn. The compound has been used several times, but matters are complex, because of the compound crotch rocket ‘dirtbike, sport(s) bike’ (referring to a motorcycle: the image is that on such a bike, you have a rocket between your legs). Gay porn uses combine the motorcycles and gay sex:

Mustang gay porn Crotch Rocket

Jock gay porn video The Crotch Rocket (Colby Jansen and Tyler)

Titan DVD Crotch Rocket: The Best of Trenton Ducati

The last is especially interesting. From my 2/16/13 posting “Crotch Rocket”, the title has

Phallic word play, but there’s more, since a crotch rocket is also a type of motorcycle.

The actor who uses the stage name Trenton Ducati is a motorcycle enthusiast, and Ducati is a brand of motorcycle.

Love fish. The fish-with-hearts image in #2 took me to the compound love fish, or Lovefish as a proper name, and then to the fanciful H.P. Lovefish (a play on H.P. Lovecraft, as above). And that took me to HP Sauce. From Wikipedia:

HP Sauce is a brown sauce originally produced by HP Foods in the United Kingdom, now produced by the H. J. Heinz Company in the Netherlands. It was named after the Houses of Parliament. It was the best-selling brand of brown sauce in the UK in 2005, with 73.8% of the retail market.

HP Sauce has a tomato base, blended with malt vinegar and spirit vinegar, sugars (molasses, glucose-fructose syrup, sugar), dates, cornflour, rye flour, salt, spices and tamarind. It is used as a condiment with hot and cold savoury food, and as an ingredient in soups and stews. It is also popular in Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.

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Meanwhile, Love Fish or Lovefish has been used as the name of fish restaurants and fish markets around the world. (Presumably, you could splash some HP Sauce on those fish.)

Of all of these, maybe the most intriguing is a pair of restaurants named love.fish in suburbs (Rozelle and Barangaroo) of Sydney NSW:

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The restaurants insist on using fresh Australian seafood and local produce and on other green practices. Trendy, but the food looks wonderful.


Flagrant figures

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A recent Daily Jocks offer:

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Bob Beach

Lifelike PVC plastic figures from MaleBody®, life-size or miniature,
All anatomically correct (well-hung — but unlike gay action figures,
Not grotesquely huge) — life-size models come with the
WarmTouch® system, maintaining a natural skin temperature that’s
Pleasant to the touch — miniature models about a foot tall, no
WarmTouch, but they make attractive tabletop ornaments, can be
Engaged in imaginative play — all figures with factory-installed clothing,
Easily removable (for posing naked), additional costumes available —

Bob Beach smooth-shaven all over, including his pubes (his penis and
Testicles are marvels of detail) — each character with a back story:
Bob Beach, gay swimmer from Malibu, boyfriend Butch Beach (also
Available from MaleBody, not illustrated here), with Clone face (and
Mustache), more substantisl muscles, lightly furred body (chest, belly, forearms,
Buttocks, pubes, legs) —  they are a very hot couple — Bob found mostly in
Aquatic settings (at the beach, by a swimming pool, next to a hot tub, in a

Shower room; delightful
Standing by a koi pond)

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KoiBob

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Akira figma

In the miniature line, Akira of Togainu no Chi,
Stripping for his Boys Love partner Keisuke (available from MaleBody) —
Pairing life-sized Bob Beach and life-sized Akira, reveling in their
Otherness, is
Deeply stirring

On Akira and Keisuke, from Wikipedia:

Togainu no Chi … is a Japanese BL [Boys Love] visual novel created by Nitro+CHiRAL. The plot centers on Akira, a young man who is made to participate in a deadly game called “Igura” (Russian for “game”) in post-apocalyptic Japan in exchange for being freed from prison.

The game’s main character, a young man named Akira, is falsely accused of a crime. Once arrested, a mysterious woman appears before him, offering him freedom if he agrees to participate in Igura and defeat Igura’s strongest man: the king, or Il Re. The story follows Akira’s life … as he fights both to survive and to unravel the mysteries developing around him.

Keisuke [is] Akira’s childhood friend and hard-working factory employee. … They grew up together in the same orphanage. Because he is a bit weak, he has always admired Akira’s strength. Though he is a bit quiet and shy, if Akira is involved, he suddenly becomes bold. Upon hearing Akira’s situation, Keisuke chases after Akira and also joins Igura, despite his weakness and lack of fighting experience.

Two stories of plastic male love: Bob and Butch Beach, Akira and Keisuke.


Felix d’Eon: on normalizing gay

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On Wednesday, in “The news for penguins and, oh yes, penises” on this blog, image #5 has a “Love Rocket” image by the artist Felix d’Eon. Now on AZBlogX I’ve posted seven of d’Eon’s gay gay gay works. Here’s an eighth, which is penisless:

“The Little Death 4”, in a series showing men’s O-faces, their faces at the moment of ejaculation, of le petit mort.

The artist’s statement on his website, with one portion boldfaced:

Felix was born in Guadalajara, Mexico, to a French father and a Mexican mother. At a very young age, he and his family moved to Southern California, where he spent most of his childhood and adolescence. He attended college at the Academy of Art University, in San Francisco, and subsequently lived in San Francisco until 2010, when he returned to his native Mexico. He now live in Mexico City with his mini schnauzer, Caperucita Satori. While home is now Mexico, he travels extensively, and has lived at various times in Florence, Tennessee, Bangkok, Oahu, New Orleans, and in various cities around Mexico.

He is enraptured by various art-historical styles, such as Edwardian fashion and children’s book illustration, golden-era American comics, and Japanese Edo printmaking. In his work, he attempts to make the illusion of antiquity complete, using antique papers and careful research as to costume, set, and style. His goal is perfect verisimilitude. He subverts their “wholesome” image and harnesses their style to a vision of gay love and sensibility. D’Eon treats vintage illustrative styles as a rhetorical strategy, using their language of romance, economic power, and aesthetic sensibility as a tool with which to tell stories of historically oppressed and marginalized queer communities. By painting images of queer love, seduction, sex, and romance, the gay subject is stripped of its taboo nature. For unlike artists such as Tom of Finland, whose work is a celebration of the outlaw status of queer sexuality, d’Eon’s work seeks to normalize the marginal, and place the heretofore taboo subject at the center, through the use of the rhetorical styles of the historically empowered and mainstream. In the artists work, the illustrative imagery of the past does not cease to be wholesome through the inclusion of gay sex and sensibilities. He simply expands the notion of what wholesome is, erasing shame and celebrating desire.

d’Eon’s works adopt the styles of their models, so they are wildly heterogeneous. #2 (“Princeton Boys”) is in comic-book style, gay comic style in fact (with an enormous penis). #3 (“Leather Views”) depicts a leather orgy in Japanese scroll style (with quite small penises). #6 (“Adventures in the Scouting”) mimics the artless, rather amateurish, drawings in scouting handbooks (though the central image is of masturbation, by a boy apparently working on getting a merit badge in Manual). #7 (“Boy in a Boat”) echoes the very common rowing theme in fine art (by Winslow Homer, for instance).

There’s a nice YouTube video (7:13 long) about d’Eon’s life and work, which you can watch here.

(Back on d’Eon’s page, we learn, in his Latino portfolio, that twink has been borrowed wholesale into Spanish, as tüinc.)

You will have figured out by now that, however owlishly serious d’Eon’s motives might be, a great deal of his work is funny: XXX-rated comic artworks (compare my XXX-rated comic collages).

On the boldfaced passage above, with its contrast between “outlaw”, defiant Tom of Finland and “normalizing” d’Eon. It seems to me that d’Eon creates plenty of works that many would see as defiant and transgressive (like “Princeton Boys”, with its porn-style fellatio). As for ToF, his early drawings might have originated as workings-out of his own fetishistic preoccupations, but he moved beyond that to works that serve as pointed critiques of men’s attitudes about masculinity (via exaggeration) and also as incursions of gay men, male-male affection, and mansex into public view, normalizing them there — and a great many of these drawings are really funny.

The passage has a use of normalize to mean ‘render normal that which was previously deemed beyond acceptable bounds’ (in the wording used by the American Dialect Society when the word was nominated for 2016 Word of the Year (in the January 6th voting this year, it came in second, to dumpster fire). That usage goes beyond the meaning ‘bring or return to a normal condition or state’ (NOAD2) and it goes hand in hand with the use of the adjective normal to mean ‘unremarkable, acceptable’ rather than merely ‘onstituting or conforming to a type or standard; regular, usual, typical; ordinary, conventional’ (OED3 (Dec. 2003)). Neither the extension of normal nor the extension of normalize has made it into the OED yet, though both extensions are now widespread. I’ll refer to these extensions together as “innovative normal(ize)”, abbreviated IN.

The first point is that IN appears in two very different contexts: political and homosexual.

Political IN has spread virally in recent months, thanks to the activities of the politician (anong other things) [REDACTED]. Some discussion in a 11/23/16 Wired piece by Emily Dreyfus, “The Normalization of ‘Normalize’ Is a Sign of the New Normal” (the title manages to get both innovative extensions into a single sentence). Dreyfus quotes me in the piece, on the basis of an interview she did with me some months ago. Now I’m about to do, today, another interview, with a different reporter working for a different publication, on this very topic, so political IN is very much on my mind. When I’ve finished with that interview, I’ll post a long piece here on IN, focused on political IN.

Homosexual IN is exemplified in d’Eon’s statement above about normalizing queer sexuality, and in (fortuitous find) a teaser head in yesterday’s NYT about Bollywood actor Karan Johar, who “has done more to normalize homosexuality in India than anyone else” (hat tip to Emily Rizzo). It goes back some time — I can vouch for that, since I’m one of the people involved in contentions over “the normalization of homosexuality” — but how far I can’t say, because gauging that would require searching through large numbers of documents in great detail, something I don’t have the resources to do.

The homo-hostile churches — in particular, evangelical / fundamentalist churches, the Roman Catholic church, and the LDS church (which united in 2008 to push through Proposition 8 in California, a constitutional amendment barring same-sex marriage) — have maintained for some time maintained that people like me are trying to “normalize” (what they believe to be) the grievous sin of homosexuality, an idea they absolutely reject, because they see us as directly opposing (what they understand to be) the Word of God. And people like me — I’ve come to defiantly refer to myself as a fag (flying the fag flag, as it were) — say, yes, that’s exactly what we’re trying to do, we’re here, we’re queer, get used to it. I pointedly celebrate same-sex relationships of all kinds, from public displays of same-sex affection though same-sex marriage and all the way up to same-sex sexual acts of all kinds. (I’ve adopted the position that oral sex — performed by woman or man on woman or man — should simply be considered (like manual sex) as everyday, ordinary, unremarkable sex, that is as normal. In fact I take the same position with respect to anal sex, but I recognize that I have some work to do to educate people, especially straight men, about anal sex as a pleasurable act for both participants, as an act of love.)

More to come on IN in political and homosexual contexts, and in the context of accepting racial, ethnic, and religious minorities as fully and unremarkably “American” (rather than “foreign”) — that is, as normal.

 

 


Stud Finder

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(Discussion of men’s bodies and male-on-male sex in mostly very plain language, so not for kids or the sexually modest.)

Today’s playtime viewing began with a compilation video of scenes from porn flicks featuring Trenton Ducati, beginning with an especially nicely crafted scene from the 2012 TitanMen Stud Finder, involving Jed Athens, Ford Andrews, and Ducati. Well, yes, a bit of titular word play, combining carpentry / construction work and hot men.

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The DVD cover, with Ducati in the middle

Gay porn flicks (and the scenes within them) are interpersonal dramas in a largely conventional format, involving stock characters and relationships and characteristic narrative structures (among them: first physical displays of affection as foreplay, then cocksucking, then fucking, then everybody comes, on camera), and set in characteristic locales. Some of the most favored locales are spaces mostly peopled by blue-collar men, so it’s no surprise that a number of gay porn flicks are set in carpentry shops and construction sites and have titles like Stud Finder, packaging together stud ‘an upright support in the wall of a building to which sheathing, drywall, etc., are attached’ and stud ‘a young man thought to be very active sexually or regarded as a good sexual partner’ (both definitions from NOAD2).

A posting on AZBlogX (“Beefier and beefiest”) has XXX-rated photos (#1-3) of the three actors in the scene, displaying their bodies; descriptions of the three characters; two stills of sexual action from the scene (#4 oral, #5 anal); the story of the scene compactly described (who does what to who, in what sequence, with what emotional tones); and a brief analysis of the relationships between the men, mostly in terms of b/t (roughly, subordinate / dominant) roles (see the Page on b/t here).

From AZBlogX on the characters:

The scene involves three men: at first, slender, smooth-bodied, boyish Jed Athens (an enthusiastic bottom who sometimes tops) and beefier, hairy and scruffy Ford Andrews (versatile), who run through sexual preliminaries — lots of kissing, passionate cocksucking, Andrews on Athens, then Athens on Andrews) before they are joined by the beefiest of the three, square-jawed bodybuilder (hence smooth-bodied) Trenton Ducati (also versatile in gay porn, but in this scene he’s top all the way). The contrast in body types is especially nice. (Meawhile, everybody’s tall and everybody has a wonderful pornstar cock.)

(I follow the custom in many descriptions of porn of conflating the actors (identified by their stage names) with the characters they portray, since no one in the scene uses any names.)

Cropped versions of #1-3 in AZBlogX, so you can judge the men’s faces and bodies:

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Athens

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Andrews

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Ducati

The somewhat breathless ad copy for the video, with the scenes numbered and the relevant scene description boldfaced:

Got hung? You need to find some wood and steel, and you need it soon. Hold the tool in your hand and guide it carefully until it hits the spot… [a little forest of phallic vocabulary] or just let TitanMen Trenton Ducati and Hunter Marx be your Stud Finders, leading the charge as a group of utility players get sweatier and hornier by the second. [1] A basement workshop heats up as Hunter Marx and Will Swagger [hard to beat as a porn name] take turns sucking each other before the hairy Hunter plows his bud’s hole. [2] After a passionate suck exchange, buddies Ford Andrews and Jed Athens are soon under the spell of alpha-stud Trenton Ducati, whose energy takes control. [3] Handyman Race Cooper’s ass is too much for co-worker Stany Falcone to resist; watch the duo’s tight abs and muscled bods glisten as they get breathless together. [glisten is a great porn verb]

The conclusion of my interactional analysis on AZBlogX:

On the basis of body types and face types, you might have expected Ducati over Andrews over Athens, or if you throw in Andrews’s [very masculine] hairiness and scruffiness (and Ducati’s versatility in other parts), maybe Ducati and Andrews flip-fucking [and both fucking] Athens (or even Andrews over Ducati). But the scene plays out with Andrews as everybody’s b (and Ducati as everybody’s t): the others both fuck Andrews (twice each), he doesn’t fuck anybody, and he comes last [coming first is a t move, coming last a b move]. A nice reversal of expectation — but only a partial reversal, since the three-way opens with Athens serving the other two orally, and his getting spit-roasted (ecstatically taking the other two men at once) is the high point of the scene, and Athens is a total cockwhore in it. So the three-way plays out as Athens serving the other two, then switching to being the man in the middle, and finally going back to where he really belongs, serving the other two.

Meanwhile, Andrews is a total b in the three-way, a role prefigured by his going down on Athens first in their initial encounter [going down first is a b move].

The whole scene (in two main parts) is long and unhurried, building slowly to its conclusion. Yes, I found it moving.

Within the constraints of the genre, this is a complex and interesting narrative.

Studs and stud finders. From NOAD2, with the senses relevant to the porn flick boldfaced. The complete entry for the inanimate noun stud:

1 a large-headed piece of metal that pierces and projects from a surface, especially for decoration; a small, simple piece of jewelry for wearing in pierced ears or nostrils; a fastener consisting of two buttons joined with a bar, used in formal wear to fasten a shirtfront or to fasten a collar to a shirt; (usu. studs) a small projection fixed to the base of footwear, especially athletic shoes, to allow the wearer to grip the ground; (usu. studs) a small metal piece set into the tire of a motor vehicle to improve roadholding in slippery conditions.

2 an upright support in the wall of a building to which sheathing, drywall, etc., are attached; US the height of a room as indicated by the length of this.

3 a rivet or crosspiece in each link of a chain cable.

ORIGIN Old English studu, stuthu ‘post, upright prop’; related to German stützen ‘to prop.’ The sense ‘ornamental metal knob’ arose in late Middle English.

And the complete entry for the animal-related noun stud:

1 an establishment where horses or other domesticated animals are kept for breeding: [as modifier]: a stud farm | the horse was retired to stud; a collection of horses or other domesticated animals belonging to one person; (also stud horse) a stallion; informal a young man thought to be very active sexually or regarded as a good sexual partner.

2 (also stud poker) a form of poker in which the first card of a player’s hand is dealt face down and the others face up, with betting after each round of the deal. [the sense development isn’t clear to me]

ORIGIN Old English stōd, of Germanic origin; related to German Stute ‘mare,’ also to stand.

And then, finally, the relatively transparent N + N compound stud finder, from Wikipedia:

A stud finder (also stud detector or stud sensor) is a handheld device used to locate framing studs located behind the final walling surface, usually drywall. While there are many different stud finders available, they all fall into two main categories, magnetic stud detectors and electric stud finders. Stud finders have been in use since the early 20th century.

Stud finders are not very photogenic, so I omit the pictures.

I suppose we could think of Grindr as a stud finder.


Art of the penis

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(Obviously, there will be a lot of dick talk here, but of the art-historical and art-critical variety, rather than the sexual-arousal variety.)

On Facebook, art historian Reuben Cordova writes:

I’m giving a lecture: “The Penis in Art. A Short History, From the Greeks to Today.” Any suggestions?

and offers as an example this ancient Greek vase with the image of a naked woman carrying a gigantic penis on it:

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(Such images appear to fall under the Fine Art Exemption for body display on Facebook, and presumably Google+ and WordPress as well. The point presumably being that the penis images on display are not of actual human bodyparts, but are fantasy creations.)

Naked men are all over ancient Greek art, and ancient Roman art as well. A few more examples, then a pile of links on this blog and AZBlogX to phallic art, and a sampling of modern penis art not already covered in my blogs.

A note on Cordova. From his amazon.com author page:

Ruben C. Cordova is an art historian, curator, and photographer. He holds a BA from Brown University (Semiotics) and a PhD from UC Berkeley (History of Art). Cordova has taught courses treating Art History, Film, and Museum Studies at UC Berkeley, UT Pan American, UT San Antonio, Sarah Lawrence College, and the University of Houston. He has curated or co-curated more than 20 exhibitions featuring Latin American, Latino, and Chicano Art. As a photographer, his primary interest is Day of the Dead and his work has been featured in 40 exhibitions. … His future books will treat the artist Mel Casas, Day of the Dead in Mexico and the US, and Frida Kahlo.

The glories of Greece. These include herms (or hermai) like these:

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Archaic herma of Hermes

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Herm with an inscription linking it to the Hermes Propylaios by Alcamenes

From Wikipedia:

A herma (Ancient Greek: ἑρμῆς, pl. ἑρμαῖ hermai), commonly in English herm, is a sculpture with a head, and perhaps a torso, above a plain, usually squared lower section, on which male genitals may also be carved at the appropriate height. The form originated in Ancient Greece, and was adopted by the Romans, and revived at the Renaissance

… In ancient Greece the statues had an apotropaic [‘supposedly having the power to avert evil influences or bad luck’ (NOAD2)] function and were placed at crossings, country borders and boundaries as protection, in front of temples, near to tombs, in the gymnasia, palaestrae, libraries, porticoes, and public places, at the corners of streets, on high roads as sign-posts, with distances inscribed upon them. Before his role as protector of merchants and travelers, Hermes was a phallic god, associated with fertility, luck, roads and borders. His name perhaps comes from the word herma referring to a square or rectangular pillar of stone, terracotta, or bronze; a bust of Hermes’ head, usually with a beard, sat on the top of the pillar, and male genitals adorned the base. The surmounting heads were not, however, confined to those of Hermes; those of other gods and heroes, and even of distinguished mortals, were of frequent occurrence. In this case a compound was formed: Hermathena (a herm of Athena), Hermares, Hermaphroditus, Hermanubis, Hermalcibiades, and so on. In Athens, where the hermai were most numerous and most venerated, they were placed outside houses as apotropes for good luck. They would be rubbed or anointed with olive oil and adorned with garlands or wreaths. This superstition persists, for example the Porcellino bronze boar of Florence (and numerous others like it around the world), where the nose is shiny from being continually touched for good luck or fertility.

In Roman and Renaissance versions (termini), the body was often shown from the waist up. The form was also used for portrait busts of famous public figures, especially writers like Socrates and Plato. Sappho appears on Ancient Greek herms, and anonymous female figures were often used from the Renaissance on, when herms were often attached to walls as decoration.

(Hat tip to Arne Adolfsen.)

The Secret Erotic Art of Pompeii and Herculaneum. The title of a 6/24/14 blog posting by Barbara Weibel, with a number of remarkable illustrations, including these enormous erect penises, mounted on walls to ensure fertility:

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Postings on my blogs on phallic art:

a Page “clothed/unclothed” on postings about male photographers concealing or revealing the penis in their work

on 5/20/11: “Saint Sebastian:”: #3 Keith Haring work with penis

on 5/23/11: “Another Flandrin pose”, with a link to an AZBlogX posting on the pose

on 9/14/11: “The news for penises”, with its 5th section on phallic art, with a link to an AZBlogX posting on Jos Karis’s penis art, plus two Baroque penis compositions, my “Dick Bouquet” collage, and a Benetton montage of genitalia

on 1/20/13 on AZBlogX: “Dick aversion”, with 11 examples of art works displaying penises

on 1/21/13: “Horror of the penis”, following up on this AZBlogX posting:

Hard cocks are apparently by definition inflammatory and cannot be displayed with serious artistic intent. There’s a small list of exceptions to this generalization: in particular, folk art, comic and fantasy art, and (overlapping with these categories) art showing erect penises *detached* from a body (here we sing King Missile’s 1992 song “Detachable Penis”). The remaining examples seem subject to constant pressure to re-label them as pornography rather than serious art.

plus a bibliography of books on male art (art with some homoerotic content or tone) in my library

on 1/22/13: “Porn / art”: art or porn? in male photography

on 3/22/13: “Surrealists”: Paul Cadmus and his male nudes

on 5/23/13: “Annals of phallic animation”: a flying penis monster from the 14th century

on 10/2/13: “Male nudes”

on 11/24/14: “Phallic art”, linking to artwork on AZBlogX

on 12/27/14: “Set of three”: Orlan painting of a male nude, reproduced on AZBlogX

on 1/13/15: “Bernard Perlin”: an much given to drawing male nudes

on 7/11/15: “Outrageous art”: Frankenchrist image on AZBlogX

on 9/24/15: “Another medieval penis monster”

on 1/17/16: “A remarkable website”, on photographer Bob Mizer, with full-frontal nudity on AZBlogX

on 5/17/16: “Joe Dallesandro”: photos of JD, with explicit images on AZBlogX

on 7/25/16: “George Platt Lynes and Jared French”, with male nude photos by Lynes on AZBlogX

on 8/22/16: “The Fine Art Exemption”: Michelangelo’s David on the cover of the NYT Magazine

on 8/26/16: “Two impressively eccentric artsts”, section on Lynda Benglis and her bronze phallic smile

on 8/26/16: “Sylvia Sleigh’s male art”, with a link to genitally nude paintings on AZBlogX

on 9/23/16: “News for penises and their simulacrea”:

Two new annoyances with the Penis Ban on WordPress, Facebook, and Google+. In two recent postings on AZBlogX: “Bear poets in 1963” on the 20th, with a Richard Avedon photo of poets (and lovers) Peter Orlovsky and Allen Ginsberg, in which Orlovsky’s (flaccid) penis is not at all the focus of the piece, but is important to its interpretation; and “Voluntary cuckoldry” on the 21st, with a striking graphic illustrating the roles of the three characters in such a relationship, a graphic with two stylized penises in it, one flaccid and one erect…

In both cases, the penises are central to the composition, and not as objects of veneration or erotic triggers; my fondness for cocks in these functions is well-known, and though in principle I think that that more open carnal sexuality would be a good thing, I’m willing to keep such images in a protected place. But in these two cases, I bridle at the Penis Ban.

Nevertheless, this blog is extremely important to me, so I don’t want to do anything that would threaten it. But I can still complain.

In contrast to the two problematic images I just described, consider another image, from an article in Le Soir on the 20th, “D’immenses graffitis de sexe choquent à Bruxelles” [‘Huge sex graffiti shock in Brussels’], an image that was quickly posted on Facebook: [#1, a giant penis image]

on 10/24/16: “Naked boys playing at liberty” in photographs, with a link to genitally nude photos on AZBlogX

on 11/9/16: “Eliding the black penis”: balloon male genitalia

on 12/31/16: “Surrealists, but especially Jess”: #5 Narkissos by the artist Jess

Modern times. From Bob Russell in response to Cordova’s request, this instance of a Magrittean Disavowal (which I’ve posted about several times; it all started with a pipe, but it’s gone in lots of directions, here to a wooden penis):

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Russell gave no source for the image, and I haven’t been able to track it down: Google Images unhelpfully thinks it’s a picture of bread, and searching on the text didn’t get me a source for #5, though it did net this version in chalk:

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This from Robyn Gallagher on Flickr, taken 12/10/06 in Auckland NZ. Gallagher’s comment: “They’re right. It’s not. Outside the Stamford Hotel on Albert Street.”

Searching on “penis in art” brought several more entertainments. This jar of pickled penises, for example, Mary Ellen Croteau’s Men I Have Known:

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Penis art by women (like #7) is sometimes playful but often edgy. A SheRa magazine posting by Charlotte Heather on 1/7/15, “Dick Pics: Art and the Penis”, offered four examples of “some female artists working on or around the penis”, starting with this whimsical composition by Freudenthal & Verhagen:

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Freudenthal & Verhagen are a Dutch duo who’ve been working as a photographic and creative team for over 20 years. Both Carmen Freudenthal (photographer) and Elle Verhagen (stylist) graduated from Gerrit Rietveld Academie in Amsterdam in 1988 and began working together shortly after [laergely in commercial art]. Since, this provocative pair have developed a shamelessly edgy style. (link)

Then Louise Bourgeois and her Janus Fleuri:

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From Wikipedia:

Louise Joséphine Bourgeois (… 25 December 1911 – 31 May 2010) was a French-American artist. Best known for her large-scale sculpture and installation art, Bourgeois was also a prolific painter and printmaker. She explored a variety of themes over the course of her long career including domesticity and the family, sexuality and the body, as well as death and the subconscious. Although Bourgeois exhibited with the Abstract Expressionists and her work has much in common with Surrealism and Feminist art, she was not formally affiliated with a particular artistic movement.

And Yayoi Kusama’s Violet Obsession:

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From the MOMA site:

[Kusama] affixes sewn-and-stuffed phallic protrusions to everyday objects — ladders, shoes, furniture — which she then arranges in installations, some room-sized. Violet Obsession is a monumental Accumulation: a rowboat with oars, electric purple and covered in irregular oblong forms.

Finally, Kirsten Fredericks:

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A knitwear designer for 12 years, Kirsten Fredericks decided to turn a craft deemed very feminine on its head by crocheting and knitting a bunch of penises. She does all shapes, sizes, colors, and personalities (from SheRa)

Bonus. A bit of language art, a prick ambigram:

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Reversible word readable upside down. This ambigram shows how the CK letter combination becomes a P after a 180° rotation. In slang language, a prick is a penis, and is also a term used for a worthless asshole. (Wikimedia link) [designed 10/10/16 by Doxoc]

From Wikipedia:

An ambigram is a word, art form or other symbolic representation whose elements retain meaning when viewed or interpreted from a different direction, perspective, or orientation.

Douglas R. Hofstadter describes an ambigram as a “calligraphic design that manages to squeeze two different readings into the selfsame set of curves.”

… The earliest known non-natural ambigram dates to 1893 by artist Peter Newell. Although better known for his children’s books and illustrations for Mark Twain and Lewis Carroll, he published two books of invertible illustrations, in which the picture turns into a different image entirely when turned upside down.



Playlinguist

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Playlinguist, “The Magazine of Full-Frontal Grammar”, has now been revamped as Parts of Speech, a lifestyle magazine for trendy metrolinguals, as you can see in today’s Bizarro:

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Just to remind you:

Playboy is an American men’s lifestyle and entertainment magazine. It was founded in Chicago in 1953, by Hugh Hefner and his associates, and funded in part by a $1,000 loan from Hefner’s mother. Notable for its centerfolds of nude and semi-nude models (Playmates), Playboy played an important role in the sexual revolution and remains one of the world’s best-known brands, having grown into Playboy Enterprises, Inc., with a presence in nearly every medium.

… After a year-long removal of most nude photos in Playboy magazine, the March-April 2017 issue brought back nudity. (Wikipedia link)

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Meanwhile, Parts of Speech will continue Playlinguist‘s centerfold displays of bare verb stems, with even more hot stuff for your pleasure. Coming soon: a regular column on Russian hard consonants (no more soft consonants for us!). Plus an advice column — in the next issue, the skinny on pharyngeals, “Deep-Throating 101”.

And then there’s Playgirl:

Playgirl is an American magazine that features general interest articles, lifestyle and celebrity news, in addition to semi-nude or fully nude men. In the 1970s and 1980s the magazine printed monthly and was marketed mainly to women, although, as the magazine knew, it had a significant gay male readership, in a period in which gay male erotic magazines were few.

The magazine was founded in 1973 by Douglas Lambert during the height of the feminist movement as a response to erotic men’s magazines such as Playboy and Penthouse that featured similar photos of women.

… The last print issue to date was for Winter 2016. As of 2016 the magazine was believed to have had only approximately 3,000 subscribers. [It now seems to be defunct.] (Wikipedia link)

Well, these days you can get all the steamy photos of naked men you want, all types, soft and hard. Though if you want high-quality photos of full-frontal male celebrities, you might regret the passing of Playgirl.


Double your pleasure

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(This posting has no redeeming social value whatsoever, and hardly any linguistic interest, but it can afford some laughs. It is, however, about gay porn ads, describing hard-core mansex, so not for kids or the sexually modest.)

The hard-core evidence is on AZBlogX, in a posting titled “Sleazy Presidents Day with Michael Lucas” (Michael Lucas the gay porn honcho), with a holiday ad (#1) plus a still from a video the company has on sale (#2).

As I wrote on AZBlogX, #1 shows

Double penetration, with the guy in the middle getting it from two hairier guys, and with an extraordinarily hairy (and sweaty-sticky) guy on top. I suppose the message is that on Presidents Day we get two presidents in one event, and in #1 the hole in the middle is getting two big dicks in him in one event. Or something like that.

Double penetration happens in real life, but very infrequently. It’s mostly a gay porn stunt — tricky to pull off — designed to provide the viewer with as full a view as possible of as many cocks as possible. Take it to the max.

Obviously I can’t show you any part of this image, since it’s nothing but XXX-rated bodyparts. But I can give you a taste of #2. The brief description:

Two couples doing out-facing sit-fucks (arranged, of course, so that the viewers can appreciate as much cock as possible, so everybody’s being all athletic, straining their muscles), with everybody apparently aiming at ecstatic facial expressions, which only two approximate: [but] Guy 1 is apparently registering shock-horror, and Guy 3 is snarling like a dog. All in all, to my eyes it’s both awkward and hilarious, not anything that would make me want to buy the scene.

Cropped so you can see the expressions:

Do one for Washington and one for Lincoln!


Playing for laughs

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… or, playing over the top, and in fact doing this knowingly while winking at the audience, so that you might want to say: camping it up. I refer to the Netflix version of A Series of Unfortunate Events, in which Neil Patrick Harris (NPH) plays the villain for laughs, while Patrick Warburton plays the author-narrator, Lemony Snicket, ditto, and a bunch of others — notably Joan Cusack, K. Todd Freeman, and Alfre Woodard — join them.

NPH in character:

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And Warburton in character, at the beach with the three Baudelaire children:

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(Those are bathing machines and a rickety trolley in the background.)

From Wikipedia on the series:

Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, or simply A Series of Unfortunate Events, is an American black comedy dramedy television series from Netflix, and developed by Mark Hudis and Barry Sonnenfeld, based on the children’s novel series of the same name by Lemony Snicket. It stars Neil Patrick Harris, Patrick Warburton, Malina Weissman, Louis Hynes, K. Todd Freeman and Presley Smith, and premiered on January 13, 2017.

and on the author:

Lemony Snicket is the pen name of American novelist Daniel Handler (born February 28, 1970). Snicket is the author of several children’s books, also serving as the narrator of A Series of Unfortunate Events (his best-known work) and a character within it and All the Wrong Questions. Because of this, the name “Lemony Snicket” may refer to either the fictional character or the real person.

Now, the genre of the series and the books on which it’s based: they are firmly in the genre I’ll call fantasy comedy, manifested in performances of many types: Punch and Judy shows, animated cartoons like Rocky and Bullwinkle (squirrel and moose beset by comically incompetent villains Boris and Natasha), Joan Aiken’s alternative-history comedy-adventure novels for children (The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, etc.), James Thurber’s book The Thirteen Clocks, the movie The Princess Bride. The protagonists tend to be absurdly innocent, the villains thoroughly wicked, the settings fantastical rather than realistic, the plot lines full of bizarre twists and turns (like Zippy the Pinhead comic strips, but with villains). Many of these performances wink at the audience, and characters often address the audience.

Series has a fantastical setting; look back at #2. The characters are cardboard figures played for laughs: the Baudelaire children are preposterously earnest, good, and plucky; the other characters are absurdly good (Cusack’s judge character), sweet but deranged (Woodard’s character, the children’s Aunt Jusephine, who’s a nut about grammatical correctness, by which she mostly means spelling and word choice), bizarrely clueless (for example, failing to recognize the NPH character, Count Olaf, in his ridiculously transparent disguises), thoroughly evil, or deeply corrupt. And Warburton’s character does nothing but address the audience, owlishly warning us about the dire events about to unfold and telling us that we should avert our eyes, look away, thus pulling us into the guilty pleasures of the show. (I’d like to point out that there’s a lot you can do with adverbs.)

Digression on comedy genres. Fantasy comedy contrasts with two other comedy genres (though, as always, the lines between genres are not crisp): what I’ll call light comedy and black comedy. These are relevant because NPH is also celebrated for his work in a sitcom (a subtype of light comedy), How I Met Your Mother, and so is Warburton (in Rules of Engagement), while Cusack is celebrated for her work in a black comedy (Shameless). (Warburton and Cusack are both specialists in comic acting, of several types — they do almost nothing else — while Freeman and Woodard are acting generalists.)

Light comedy includes sitcoms (on tv) and romantic comedy (in the movies) as well as comic novels and short stories that are realistic in both setting and character; black comedy, the comedy counterpart to dramas like Breaking Bad, manages to be both funny and horrifying at once, again in realistic settings and with characters that have identifiably human characteristics the audience can sympathize with, but also with disastrous flaws.

The black comedy Shameless has a realistic setting, a white working-class neighborhood of South Chicago, complete with the El. Its preposterous characters are nevertheless played straight, and with no winking at the audience. All the characters are seriously flawed, but all have some redeeming qualities that allow you to sometimes identify with them: even the frighteningly narcissistic, irresponsible, alcoholic and drug-addled central character Frank (William H. Macy in an extraordinary performance) has a sweet love affair – with a woman close to dying from cancer, who then commits suicide. Fantasy comedy, either meant for children or affecting a child-like view of the world, steers clear of sexual connections, while Shameless is dramatically high in carnality: the characters fuck like bonobos, almost reflexively, out of ungovernable desire and, apparently, as a way to relieve tension; there’s also plenty of same-sex butt-fucking and muff-diving; and even the baby Liam compusively masturbates.

In Series, Warburton’s character and the theme song keep telling us to look away, look away, knowing that that will make us watch. But watching Shameless, you often do want to avert your eyes, because, out of sympathy with the characters, you wish you could pull them away from the disastrous things they are about to do.

The five featured actors. NPH, Warburton, Cusack, Freeman, and Woodard.

NPH (appearing as Count Olaf in #1) is an old acquaintance on this blog, seen most recently in the posting “Annals of adorable” (with his husband, David Burtka) on the 10th. Earlier, onstage in his underwear (and nothing else), in the 2/23/15 posting “From the Oscar watch”.

On the sitcom How I Met Your Mother, from Wikipedia:

How I Met Your Mother … is an American sitcom that originally aired on CBS from September 19, 2005 to March 31, 2014. The series follows the main character, Ted Mosby, and his group of friends in Manhattan. As a framing device, Ted, in the year 2030, recounts to his son and daughter the events that led him to meeting their mother.

… Neil Patrick Harris as Barney Stinson is a serial playboy, using his relative wealth and an array of outrageous strategies to seduce women for sex with no intention of engaging in a relationship. His catchphrases include ‘Suit Up’ and ‘Legend-wait-for-it-Dary’. He is Ted’s “bro,” often jealous of Marshall for having known Ted since college. Due to his father leaving him as a young child, Barney has abandonment issues and clings to his friends. He marries Robin in the series finale but they divorce after 3 years. In 2020, after a failed one night stand, he has a daughter named Ellie.

On Warburton, from Wikipedia:

Patrick John Warburton (born November 14, 1964) is an American actor and voice actor. In television, he is known for playing David Puddy on Seinfeld, the title role on The Tick [a superhero parody], Jeb Denton on Less Than Perfect, Jeff Bingham on Rules of Engagement and Lemony Snicket on A Series of Unfortunate Events.

And on the plot of the sitcom Rules of Engagement:

Two couples and their single friend deal with the complications of dating, commitment and marriage. It looks at different relationships in various stages, starring Patrick Warburton and Megyn Price as a long-married couple, Oliver Hudson and Bianca Kajlich as newly engaged sweethearts, and David Spade and Adhir Kalyan (the latter added in season 3) as their still-single friends. They often gather to enjoy a meal and discuss their issues at “The Island Diner”. (Wikipedia link)

The Warburton and Price characters are constantly negotiating having sex, which brings us many shots of a shirtless Warburton, as here:

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Warburton is a solid, beefy bear of a man, with a “natural”, rather than gym-boy, physique (note the hint of love handles). In Series, he always appears fully clothed, almost always in a dark business suit (as in #2). And in that show (and in some others) his tone is always wry, and even if you can’t see it, one eyebrow is raised.

Digression on camping it up. In a 12/3/16 posting “Camping it up”, I wrote about a Steam Room Stories episode, the expression camping it up (in the episode, camping it up is used as an in-group marker, for use by gay men with gay men, as a kind of bonding ritual), and the British actor Julian Clary (who camps it up a lot, rather sweetly, in public).

Series plays it for laughs, plays it over the top, to the point of camping it up, thus casting a gay lavender light over everything and disposing you to think that the male characters might be gay.

On the idiom play for laughs, from the TV Tropes website:

If something is played for laughs, it means it is being used with the intention to be comedic. It is often a parody of the instances where said device or trope is used seriously.

On the idiom over the top from NOAD2:

informal to an excessive or exaggerated degree, in particular so as to go beyond reasonable or acceptable limits: his reactions had been a bit over the top.

And then some relevant entries from GDoS:

noun camp: (also campery, campiness, camping) flamboyance, overt exhibitionism; usu. but not invariably applied to homosexuals [first cite 1932, from Scarlet Pansy]

verb camp to act ostentatiously and outrageously in a homosexual manner, although by no means restricted – verbally or physcally – to the gay world [first cite 1910]

verb camp about (also camp around, camp it up): of a man, to act in a deliberate and exaggeratedly effeminate manner; used of effeminate male homosexuals and those who, maliciously or otherwise, are attempting to mimic them [first cite 1962]

adjective campy: ostentatious, affected, effeminate [first cite 1932, Scarlet Pansy again]

All of this vocabulary can be used to refer to merely extravagant, exhibitionistic, or outrageous behavior, but a connotation of effeminacy, or merely gayness, persists. That connotation colors our view of all the male characters in the campy Series, even Warburton’s character, thanks to his slyness.

More to come on this theme in a little while. Meanwhile, back to the featured actors.

On Cusack, from Wikipedia:

Joan Cusack (… born October 11, 1962), is an American actress. She received Academy Award nominations for Best Supporting Actress for her roles in the romantic comedy-drama Working Girl (1988) and the romantic comedy In & Out (1997)

… Cusack was a cast member on the sketch comedy show Saturday Night Live from 1985 to 1986. She starred on the Showtime hit drama/comedy Shameless as Sheila Gallagher (née Jackson), a role for which she has received five consecutive Emmy Award nominations, winning for the first time in 2015. She is the sister of actors Ann and John Cusack.

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Cusack’s characters are almost always highly strung (as in Series). In Shameless, her character Sheila is beyond highly strung, into out-of-control, even deranged, territory: she’s cripplingly agoraphobic, compulsively orderly, hypersexual, and sexually kinky.

On Freeman, from Wikipedia:

Kenneth Todd Freeman (born July 9, 1965) is an American actor in theatre, television, and film.

… Freeman has been an ensemble member of the Steppenwolf Theatre Company in Chicago, Illinois since 1993 [and has appeared on stage in Wicked and Airline Highway].

… He has also had supporting roles in various films such as Grosse Pointe Blank (1997), The Cider House Rules (1999), and The Dark Knight (2008). On television, he is perhaps best known for his recurring role on Buffy the Vampire Slayer as “Mr. Trick”.

The character’s Buffyverse Wiki identifies him as a young vampire and the leading minion of Kakistos and, later, Sunnydale’s Mayor Richard Wilkins, adding that:

Unlike his ancient master [Kakistos], Mr. Trick was a modernist technophile at heart. He considered time-honored customs like hunting outdated, enjoying the amenities of modern occidental life, such as fast food employees, [and] pizza delivery boys

A definitely campy character.

The actor in a nice p.r. photo:

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In Series, Freeman plays Arthur Poe, the Baudelaire parents’ family banker, in charge of placing the children in the care of a suitable guardian; he’s generally venal, but sometimes merely deluded.

On the amazing (and astonishingly hard-working) Woodard, from Wikipedia:

Alfre Woodard (born November 8, 1952) is an American film, stage, and television actress, producer, and political activist. Woodard has been named one of the most versatile and accomplished actors of her generation.

Woodard began her acting career in theater. After her breakthrough role in the Off-Broadway play For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf (1977), she made her film debut in Remember My Name (1978). In 1983, she won major critical praise … for her role in Cross Creek. In the same year, Woodard won her first Primetime Emmy Award for her performance in the NBC drama series Hill Street Blues. Later in the 1980s, Woodard had leading Emmy Award-nominated performances in a number of made for television movies, and another Emmy-winning role as a woman dying of leukemia in the pilot episode of L.A. Law. She also starred as Dr. Roxanne Turner in the NBC medical drama St. Elsewhere

And that just gets her up to 1990; there’s a lot more. A nice p.r. photo of her:

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In Series, her Aunt Josephine is deranged (but sweet) and generally over the top.

Back to campiness. As I said above, the decidedly campy tone of Series tends to cast a lavender light on all the male characters. And then, by extension, on the actors who play those characters. On every evidence, Warburton is uncomplicatedly straight, while NPH is openly, even celebratorily, gay — but his natural presentation of self is as normatively masculine, not at all campy. (He can of course do campy; he’s a versatile, accomplished actor. And in Series, he does one episode in drag.)

That leaves Freeman, who’s an intriguing cipher. Freeman has taken several gay parts (not especially common for black actors), he’s never been married, and none of the sources about him say a word about his private life — indicators which, taken together, would suggest that he’s a closeted gay man. Staying in the closet wouldn’t be at all surprising for a black male actor: being out would risk career suicide for a black man, so the the number of out black male actors is ridiculously small.

Another, simpler case: the hard-working black actor Ron Glass, who had two standout roles in his long life in acting, until he died at age 71 late last year. From Wikipedia:

Ronald Earle “Ron” Glass (July 10, 1945 – November 25, 2016) was an American actor. He was known for his roles as literary Det. Ron Harris in the television sitcom Barney Miller (1975–1982), and as the spiritual Shepherd Derrial Book in the 2002 science fiction series Firefly and its sequel film Serenity.

His character Harris was impeccably dressed, intellectual, precise, even prissy — one “type” of gay man —  and he pinged my gaydar 40 years ago in Barney Miller (and then again much more recently in Firefly). Glass as Harris:

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The actor was, by all accounts, charming and funny, and his homosexuality was an open secret in Hollywood for many decades (though he never came out). He frequented gay places in West Hollywood and apparently had an affair with actor Tony Geary from General Hospital, during which they often appeared together in public as a couple. He’s also said to have been rather effeminate and sometimes sweetly campy. Most of the people he worked with must have known he was gay, but still he seems to have thought that his career would have been threatened by his coming out. And maybe he was right.


The way we were

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A news item that’s been in my posting queue since last October: in the October 2016 issue of The Atlantic, “Big in Denmark: The U.S. Ambassador” by Amy Weiss-Meyer, beginning:

When Rufus Gifford, the U.S. ambassador to Denmark, won a Danish television award for his reality show, he ran onto the stage, beaming. “Oh man,” he said, surprised. “Wow.” The show, Jeg Er Ambassadøren fra Amerika (or I Am the Ambassador From America), was renewed for a second season (and will come to U.S. viewers this fall via Netflix [I am watching it as I write this]). A Danish biography of Gifford was a best seller. At a music festival in June, the chart-topping Danish pop band Lukas Graham dedicated its song “Nice Guy” to him.

“Rufus Gifford is a rock star,” Nicolai Wammen, a Danish MP and a friend of Gifford’s, told me. As an appointee of President Obama’s, Gifford is likely nearing the end of his diplomatic stint, though Danes frequently ask him to stay. His biographer, Stéphanie Surrugue, remembers walking alongside Gifford at a political gathering and noticing that he was getting as much attention as the nearby prime minister. “People were shouting ‘Rufus!’ as they were shouting ‘Lars’ after the prime minister.” It was, she says, “a little bit crazy.”

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I’ll go on with the Atlantic piece. Here a few notes about the man. Aside from the fact that he is, as you can see from #1, something of a hunk (with muscles to go along with that face), as to character and presentation of himself: he’s open and charming, immensely energetic, with an easy masculinity and a drive to do something worthwhile in his life — showing  a sense of civic responsibility and public service that I’ve seen in several other of the politicians that I’ve known personally and admired (notably, the late John Glenn and Richard Cordray, who’s still clinging to his job as director of the U.S. Consumer Financial Protection Bureau, the national consumer protection agency).

More from the Atlantic:

Gifford’s popularity is partly a function of his ubiquity: He rarely turns down an invitation from the Danish morning shows. “Press officers from other embassies have told me their ambassador was kind of envious about all the publicity,” Surrugue says. Gifford is also good-looking, with a glamorous pedigree as a Hollywood producer turned finance director of Obama’s reelection campaign. And he’s openly gay; his marriage last year to Stephen DeVincent [a veterinarian] at Copenhagen’s city hall only added to the good feelings among Danes, who see his appointment as an affirmation of their tolerant outlook. [AMZ tears of joy here]

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DeVincent and Gifford at their wedding in Copenhagen

A typical segment of Gifford’s show opens in his bedroom, where he bids his golden retriever farewell for the day. As he’s driven around between meetings and appearances, many of which unfold on camera, he offers good-natured commentary on matters personal and public. Gifford told me that upon arriving in Denmark, he was startled to find that “everything American was debated in every classroom, every boardroom, every dining-room table.” True to that observation, the show presumes an appetite for the minutiae of American life and politics. [And also shows him working on learning to speak Danish]

Not content with all of this, he does improv comedy, too. And he works out, runs, and plays several sports.

Gifford grew up in Manchester-by-the-Sea MA, in an upper-class family (that he’s very close to), and went on to St. Paul’s School in Concord NH and Brown University in Providence RI (sort of a New England trifecta).

From Wikipedia:

John Rufus Gifford (born August 5, 1974) is an American diplomat. He served as the United States Ambassador to Denmark from 2013 to 2017, and was the Finance Director for Barack Obama’s presidential re-election campaign in 2012. On August 1, 2013, Gifford’s nomination from President Obama to be the next United States Ambassador to the Kingdom of Denmark was confirmed by the United States Senate. He was sworn into the role on August 15, 2013, and presented his credentials to the Queen of Denmark on September 13, 2013.

… Gifford is openly gay, and commentators from GQ, Huffington Post and L.A. Weekly referred to him as Barack Obama’s informal “ambassador to the gay community.”

… Gifford married his husband, Dr. Stephen DeVincent, on October 10, 2015 in a ceremony at Copenhagen City Hall

In I Am the Ambassador, he repeatedly talks about his experiences as a gay man, the significance of his homosexuality to his work, and the pressing need for LGBT activism.

At one point, there was a significant Danish movement to push Gifford to run for POTUS — unrealistic, but very sweet.

He stepped down from his post on January 20th (the day before Inauguration Day), four days after he was awarded the Grand Cross of the Order of the Dannebrog by Her Majesty Queen Margrethe II of Denmark for his meritorious service to the kingdom.

This is the way we were.

 


Displaying your nipples

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(There will be some sex talk, and a photo of men being papillarily affectionate, but, I think, nothing seriously problematic. Use your judgment.)

Another item backed up in my posting queue: from the Gaily Grind on 5/14/15, “Did You Know It Was Illegal For Men To Show Their Nipples In Public In The 1930s” by Adrian Garcia.

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Nipples, then and now

Up until the mid 1930’s it was illegal to publicly flaunt the male nipple in public [note: in certain jurisdictions in certain countries].

Men were forced to wear nipple-covering swimsuits prior to 1936, when it became legal to expose nipples in New York state.

In the early 1930’s, a group of men gathered on Coney Island to fight for their right to swim and sunbathe in shirtless swim trunks.

In 1935, another group of brave male protesters got themselves arrested in Atlantic City for hitting the beach while baring their torsos.

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Baring a nipple in protest

Then in 1936, these men legally gained the right to show their nipples in public, laying the foundation for existing New York state laws that allow women to be topless wherever a man is legally allowed to be, Yahoo reports.

Today, women can still be charged with public indecency, disturbing the peace, or lewd behavior for going topless.

Louisiana specifies that “female breast nipples in any public place or place open to the public view with the intent of arousing sexual desire or which appeals to prurient interest or is patently offensive” can receive up to three-years in jail for a first-time offense and a $2500 fine.

Women in Delaware can be arrested if they expose their breasts “under circumstances that she knows her conduct will likely cause affront or alarm.” In Arizona, a woman can be arrested for indecent exposure if she exposes the areola or nipple of her breast if someone else is present.

Today, the #FreeTheNipple movement is gaining momentum, fighting a similar fight that men waged in the 1930’s to liberate their nips. The movement has garnered support from Miley Cyrus, Lena Dunham, and Rumer Willis, among other celebrities.

Nipple erections. The idea seems to have been — and for some people, with respect to women, still is — that nipples are sexual organs, providing pleasure when stimulated, and in fact stiffening during sexual arousal. From a Body Language website on 4/16/15, “The Body Language Of Nipple Erections’ by Christopher Philip:

Both men and women experience nipple erections. Research has found that reflexive nipple erections may be the result of stress, fear and anxiousness, and also occur in association with cool temperatures.

In fact, it seems that the piloerector muscles, the same muscles that produce “goose bumps” are the main agent in producing an erect nipple. The muscles which usually surround hair serve to wrinkle the skin of the areola forcing it to tighten up. The piloerector muscles are also intimately linked to the autonomic “fight or flight” response in humans. Thus, the nipples can become erect due to anxiety and arousal generally.

As we know, nipples also become erect in response to sexual stimulation. This is particularly so for women, but men also infrequently experience nipple erections during sex.

Here I need to register an objection. In my experience, most men experience nipple erection as part of sexual arousal. Starting with me, and going on through most of my sexual partners. More pronounced in some men than in others, but very common indeed.

A nice torso shot of a guy with erect nipples:

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Nipple enlargement. Given the analogy between nipples and penises, and the involvement of both in arousal, it’s no surprise that for some gay men, large nipples (aka nips) have become a symbol of masculinity, not unlike a large penis. So they work to enlarge their nipples. Relatively easy to do in the short term, with suction cups and stretching devices, but it seems to take time and devotion to achieve significantly large nipples: if you’re into this, the goal is pencil eraser nips. The basic item:

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But more extreme eraser nips can be achieved, as here:

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I’ve played with nips like this (on a very fit, older guy, way back in my distant dissolute past), but I didn’t get around to asking how he cultivated them. Some sites say that the way is through nipple piercing: a piercing produces some scar tissue and enlarges a nipple; you then just — just! — need to have repeated piercings.

Nipple play and nipple pigs. Which brings me to getting or giving nipple stimulation as a (minor-league) sexual act — something I was very fond of when I was sexually active, so I find photos like this satisfying:

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Men who are into this sort of play are known as nipple pigs, nippigs, or (metonymically) titpigs — all terms instances of the sexual X pig snowclonelet. On this blog, on 9/23/25:

titpig in a gay sexual context, using “the snowclonelet X pig, denoting someone who’s seriously into X (sex pig, involving sex in general or specifically “dirty sex” of various kinds; dick pig; piss pig)” (posting here). Specifically, a gay man who’s seriously into titplay, either as receiver or giver (very often both), so a gay man especially aroused by getting or giving nipple stimulation or (in a BDSM context) pain. Titpigs are stereotypically big hairy men, bears, leathermen, and sexual fetishists. [as in #5]

A couple more X pig postings on this blog:

on 10/19/15: a fuck pig / fuckpig is someone (of either sex) who’s seriously into getting fucked / stuffed

on 12/22/15: a cock pig is a man who loves to suck cock, … a spit-roasting pig is a man who loves to be spit-roasted


Marco Marco teases

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(Daily Jock guys being seductive.)

Marco Marco teases, with
jock straps, singlets, and briefs

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coyly strokes a lip,
snaps a strap,
bumps his crotch

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flaunts his body in
scanty batwear

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soulfully yearns for you.
elbow, hip thrust out

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stares you down,
night blue, hot pink,
neon green junk

From the DJ site:

Marco is an American men’s underwear, swimwear, and sportswear manufacturer named after its founder and head-fashion designer Marco Morante. The brand is arguably best known for its underwear, which include street, sport and fashion lines. Get ready for a colour burst!

Jockstraps are no longer just for sports, and this design can be worn discretely [that is, discreetly] for almost any occasion. Men who want to show off will impress others with the eye-catching … fabric with black accents.

Marco Morante is very much in the public eye as a designer of high-fashion celebrity clothing — for women, drag queens, fashion-conscious men, including gay boys. Many of his underwear models read as gay.


He’s dancing with a laser up his butt

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(The title above and #1 below should clue you in on whether this posting is for you.)

Today’s remarkable find: a piece on the thump site on the 1st, “This Dance Troupe Performs with Lasers in Their Butts” by Ali Gitlow:

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Young Boy Dancing Group at “The Curves of the World”, curated by Mette Woller, Chart Art Fair, Copenhagen, 2016 (photo by David Stjernholm)

(Huge hat tip to Kim Darnell for this end-of-the-week present.)

At first glance, #1 can be read in either of two ways: either the green laser light is penetrating the dancer’s asshole (“Fucked by the light / Like a laser in the night”), or it’s emanating from it (“He thinks the sun shines out of his ass, doesn’t he?”).

A moment’s reflection should convince you that the second must be the right reading: the dancer has a laser cartridge inserted in his butt. (There are photos of the insertion in progress.)

From the article:

One Saturday evening last October [2016], I made my way to Bloc nightclub in east London’s Hackney Wick, an area home to factories, artist’s studios, the 2012 Olympic Stadium, and grotty warehouse raves. The occasion was Chapter 10, a recurring gay night that champions techno, house, and disco where Honey Dijon was set to headline. However, many people, myself included, had arrived early to catch a performance by Young Boy Dancing Group — a collective of contemporary dancers from across Europe whose performances are a mishmash of queerness and techno-futurism that could only exist in our digital age.

Upon entering the venue’s main room, it felt like some sort of Wiccan ritual was going on: candles marked out a large circle in the center of the dancefloor. A male performer with a jockstrap in the center of his face, a blonde woman with weave tracks repurposed as a belt, and other performers in bondage-y short shorts grazed through the space slowly. They waved metal amulets reminiscent of clergymen’s incense burners in the air to a chant-heavy tune from the Ghost in the Shell soundtrack, before crawling all over each other in what looked like a refined game of Twister.

Then, they scurried off to various corners of the room, and each inserted a green laser into their anuses. The performance quickly became total mayhem, with group members flailing wildly, creating a mosh pit, and running amok to a pitched-down, jittery dance remix of Enya’s “Only Time.”

Prancing around art galleries with a laser in your butt could be seen as silly, or a cheap gimmick to demand viewers’ attention. However, curator Mette Woller — who included Young Boy Dancing Group in an exhibition called “The Curves of the World” at Chart Art Fair in Copenhagen late last summer — explained to me that this seemingly outré act is deliberate. “They challenge notions of gender and sexuality and constantly question institutionalized settings,” she asserts. “It makes you either cry or get offended.”

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(I note that this event is either dance or performance art, depending on how you look at it. Or more likely both.)

From the Cambridge Idioms Dictionary, 2nd ed., 2006:

think the sun shines out (of) somebody’s arse/backside: (British & Australian very informal) to love or admire someone so much that you do not think they have any faults

The idiom has percolated through to Amercan English, but with ass or butt.

 



On the day

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This is my grand-daughter Opal’s birthday (an excellent day) and also National Grammar Day (a very odd occasion), always together on this date, and this year, it’s also a Saturday and the fourth day of Lent. On this date in Australia (which was yesterday here), the 2017 Sydney Mardi Gras Parade (billed as an LGBTI — I for intersex — pride celebration) happened. Yes, the Mardi Gras Parade was held four days after Shrove Tuesday  and on a Saturday — Mardi Gras the religious holiday, celebrated secularly as the culmination of a festival season, a day of wild indulgence before the religious season of Lent, a long period of “prayer, doing penance, repentance of sins, almsgiving, atonement, and self-denial” (link) before the Easter season.

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Several themes here: a holiday as a single day or as a span of time; the span as centered on the day, as ending with the day, or as beginning on the day; the holiday as characterized officially, by religious, governmental, or similar practices, or as characterized secularly, by folk practices (typically, both are in play, but some holidays are almost entirely official in character, others almost entirely folk celebrations); the fixity of a holiday practice with respect to a particular date; and the relationship between the name of a holiday and any of the rest of these considerations: Oktoberfest and the month of October, Cinco de Mayo and May 5th, and, yes, Mardi Gras and Tuesday the day of the week.

Dates. Single-day (or weekend) holidays have dates fixed in various ways: on a specific date (Cinco de Mayo on May 5th, New Year’s Day on January 1st, Halloween on October 31st, Christmas on December 25th, Veterans / Armistice Day on November 11th); by a calculation based on the Gregorian calendar (US Thanksgiving on the 4th Thursday in November; MLK Day on the 3rd Monday in January, to maintain some connection to Martin Luther King, Jr.’s actual birthday, January 15th; Presidents Day on the 3rd Monday in February, to maintain connection to Abraham Lincoln’s birthday, on February 12th, and George Washington’s birthday, on February 22nd; San Francisco Pride on the last full weekend in June, to maintain some connection to Stonewall Day, June 28th); by a calculation based on the lunar calendar (Mardi Gras, Easter, Passover, Yom Kippur, Lunar New Year).

Sydney Mardi Gras is a complex case. It’s always on a Saturday, so the historical connection to Mardi Gras or Shrove Tuesday has been completely abandoned. I haven’t found a statement about how the event is scheduled, but it seems never to come before the religious holiday (I suppose the idea is never to halt a celebration before the rest of the world does), so it looks like the parade is the first Saturday after the religious holiday; the festival as a whole is officially February 17th to March 5th this year, with a number of events on this last day, including the Papa Party, featuring superheroes:

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(There are some events all the way back to mid-January. Once the Christmas season is over, it’s time to gear up for Mardi Gras.)

Meanwhile, like other pride celebrations, it’s a political statement, an affirmation of identity, and also a really big party. A snapshot from 2014:

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Events and holidays. A small sampling of events that are firmly scheduled on holidays, however the dates of the holidays are determined:

on New Year’s Day, January 1st: the Rose Bowl Parade in Pasadena CA, the Mummers Parade in Philadelphia PA

on Mardi Gras: the Mardi Gras Parade in New Orleans LA (though the Mardi Gras season starts as early as January 6th, when the Christmas season ends, and then ramps up to costume balls in the week before the actual day, after which the celebrations come to an end)

on Easter Sunday: the Easter Parade in NYC (and other cities)

on Thanksgiving Day: the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade in NYC (and similar parades in some other cities)

Other events are more loosely connected to particular holidays, Cinco de Mayo parades, for instance, are often scheduled on days that are merely close to May 5th (for the convenience of the participants); similarly for Beggars (or Beggars’) Night with respect to Halloween; and of course Christmas events are scheduled all through the secular Christmas season (with almost none on Christmas Day itself).

Names. The folk celebration of Oktoberfest (in Bavaria and a number of other places) stretches over a period of time, almost always beginning well within September — in some places, taking place entirely within the month of September (when the weather is likely to be more suitable for eating and drinking outdoors). By this point, Oktoberfest is merely a conventional name for a particular kind of autumn festival, and ‘October” is no longer part of its meaning. Sydney Mardi Gras strikes me as similar: it’s just a conventional name for a Pride celebration that — no surprise — features revelry and happens to come sometime between early February and early March (late summer in Sydney). The revelry is only roughly similar to the historical traditions of Carnival (which variously involved costumes, masks, music-making, and dancing), and the timing reflects the dates of religious Mardi Gras (which falls between February 3rd and March 9th), but Sydney Mardi Gras grew out of Pride demonstrations, not Carnival traditions, so it’s more like San Francisco Pride with a lot of glitter than it is like Carnaval in Rio or Mardi Gras in New Orleans.


Body works, Part II: Mytilid Matters

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(Some frank discussion of the female body, with a racy food photo. Use your judgment.)

A photo on Facebook from John Dorrance, with the comment “These things are obscene”:

Well, they’re striking vaginal symbols (vulvar symbols would be more accurate anatomically, but just think of this commonplace use of vagina as metonymic).

Before I go on with this, I should point out that I’m a long-standing mytilophile, a lover of mytilids (mussels, in the family Mytilidae), or in street talk, a mussel fag (forgive the play on muscle fag, which I am not)  — see my 11/1/15 posting on mussels, with some foody photos — but many people find the creatures uncomfortably, um, life-like, and that includes some gay men like JD (I note that gay men are often charged with hostility towards women, and sometimes that’s a fair cop, but JD’s not in that crew); some straight women; and, yes, some lesbians (one of whom confessed as much in a comment on JD’s posting).

The problem with symbolic genitals that are edible is that the more realistic they look, the more uncomfortable a diner is likely to find them. I am extraordinary well-disposed towards penises, especially up close and personal, but truly realistic edible penis-simulacra would give me pause: eat dick is, after all, figurative.

While I’m playing around with language: to use a common vulvarity, I think I deserve some points for vaginality.


Body work, Part III: Axillary Delights

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(The third part in the “Body work” series; Part I here, Part II here. This one’s on armpits, with a bow to crotches. Sex talk, but not particularly crude. Still…)

Today’s Steam Room Stories, “Scents That Attract Men”, about men’s fragrances. And the smell of a man. You can watch the episode here. The core of the episode has a guy, call him SniffPit, who is into men’s fragrances and can describe them in perfumer’s jargon. He exclaims over another steamroom guy’s scent; guy says it’s Paco Rabanne (mighty expensive); SniffPit leans over to sniff it up close —

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which creeps the guy out, so he bails. Next guy up hasn’t showered, is powerfully musky, driving SniffPit wild.  SweatDog reaches under his towel to offer SniffPit a finger smelling of ball stink (SweatDog’s phrasing), which prompts SniffPit to offer his armpit and its pit reek to SweatDog. Lust rolls over them, they rush out to hook up.

The ingredients here are sweat, the axillae (armpits), and gay guys who are into armpits as a sexual pleasure.

Sweat. The function of perspiration — sweat — is to cool the body through evaporation, and (according to this website) over 2.5 million sweat glands are distributed over the body. From the site:

Sweat is mostly made up of water. There are small amounts of other chemical compounds, though. For example, sweat also contains ammonia and urea, which are produced by the body when it breaks down proteins from the foods you eat. Sweat also contains sugar and salts, such as sodium, chloride, and potassium. This explains the salty taste you experience when a drop of sweat finds its way to your taste buds.

Taste and smell. Sweat tastes salty, and slightly sweet. Yum. (I note that cum also tastes salty, and somewhat sweet.) Fresh sweat has only a slight smell, from the breakdown products in it. (Cum has something of a chlorine or iodine smell, from the breakdown products in it.)

Big however: when the sweat hits bacteria resident on the skin, we get an interaction that produces a body odor. From Wikipedia:

human body odor is primarily the result of the apocrine sweat glands, which secrete the majority of chemical compounds needed for the skin flora to metabolize it into odorant substances. This happens mostly in the axillary (armpit) region, although the gland can also be found in the areola, anogenital region, and around the navel.

Mostly in the armpit, secondarily in the crotch — magnified some by the axillary and pubic hairs, which trap both the sweat and the resident bacteria.

The axillae (and pubes). The mix of bacteria in these areas is more or less constant. Washing cleans things off, but plenty of bacteria remain — to yield a more or less constant smell for each of us, a smell that othera are pretty good at recognizing (even in blind tests). And we have preferences in these smells: some people we’re attracted to, some we’re wary of, some we’re repelled by.

As the Wikipedia article on axilla notes, “These odorant substances [in the axillary region] serve as pheromones which play a role related to mating.”

Most of this is below the level of consciousness most of the time, but some people, like the guys in the SRS episode, are consciously enthusiastic about personal odors. For them, the armpits are erogenous zones. (For the record, I’m an armpit guy.)

Erogenous axillae. Armpit guys like to bury their faces in other men’s armpits, nuzzle them, lick them, get the other guy’s smell all over their faces. Pit-licking is routine in gay porn (as well as real life), where it’s sometimes configured as submission to another man, serving him, but is equally interpretable as one man providing his body for another man’s pleasure.

Pit-licking has been depicted in shots from gay porn on AZBlogX, but not often as a thing in itself, as here:

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In addition, there’s the incredibly common pitsntits presentations of the male body, an offer of the armpits and nipples for men who take pleasure in these areas of the body. So common that this blog has a Page inventorying postings on it.

Given all this, it was a surprise to me that guides to gay sex (like the various editions of The Joy of Gay Sex) seem to pay no attention at all to armpits as gay erogenous zones. Some sites mention armpit sex as a fetish, though that seems silly to me (unless armpit sex is sex for you, in which case it’s a fetish, not just a taste in sexual condiments).

The poetic take-away. From a 5/25/11 posting, a double dactyl (the poetic form) on armpit sex:

Buggery muggery,
Musk and testosterone,
Masculine scents make a
Great-smelling mate;
Axillar pleasures plus
Cruxiodiferous
Signals send messages
Out to your date.


Body works, Part IV: Anal Art

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(About art, but since it’s about Keith Boadwee, with a lot of male bodyparts and studied outrageousness. Not for kids or the sexually modest.)

On the 3rd, a piece about dancers performing with laser cartridges up their butts — a defiant and entertaining artistic move — prompted Aric Olnes to remind me about San Francisco artist Keith Boadwee and his brand of playful (and also deeply serious) in-your-face, up-my-butt art.

Briefly on the artist, from his website:

Born: Meridian, Mississippi, 1961. Lives/Works: Emeryville, California. Education: B.A., UCLA., 1989.

I am a visiting faculty member at the San Francisco Art Institute where I teach in the New Genres and Graduate departments.

Most of Boadwee’s body art cannot be displayed on WordPress, Facebook, or Google+, so four items (photographs or compositions, depending on how you think of them) have been sequestered on AZBlogX. These found thanks to the Encyclopedia Dramatica article on him and on Boadwee’s own sites (details on AZBogX):

#3: This, from the 1995 series Purple Squirt, is the single most famous Keith Boadwee image, Blue Squirt [note: I was absolutely sure I had already posted this remarkable image of a model squirting blue paint out of his ass, to create a painting, but I couldn’t find it.]

#2: (from a 1995 show) “Which leads us to the best piece in the show “Untitled (piss in mouth)”, which is quite simply Boadwee on his back, aiming a stream of urine into his own mouth. As a stunt it is full of self effacing narcissism, conflating Eros, humiliation, self sufficient grandiosity and an allusion to the spectacle that is the artist’s way.” —Jeff Jahn, Portland Art News & Reviews

#1: “Iris, After Van Gogh (Mouth Covered)” (1996) [an early, wonderfully playful piece]

#4: For a gallery opening, A.A. Bronson & Keith Boadwee “Plaid”, 2/25/16 at Deborah Schamoni, München [a return to the paint-sprayed-out-the-ass theme, one photo from a series about a substantial joint project]

Boadwee is relentlessly transgressive, and often, apparently: unseriously, faggily, playful. Playful yes, unserious no. Critics charge that his stuff is just sex — sometimes raw sex, sometimes weird, deviant, and disgusting sex, sometimes silly sex — and that isn’t art, and he shoots back defiantly: yes, it’s sex, queer sex, all the time, all stops out, in your face, and that’s just fine, just the way things should be, why shouldn’t sex be art? (I paraphrase freely.)

Some of his stuff I find murky or slapdash, but there are amazing things in there. And then there are set pieces, like this rare item that I can post here (because its transgression is verbal rather than anatomical):

(#1)

Eat Shit (after Nauman), 2004

I assume this is Boadwee’s take on Bruce Nauman’s Eat War (1986). From a Christie’s site on the Nauman piece:

(#2)

A dynamic and vibrant work, both in colour and message, Eat War by Bruce Nauman is a political challenge that alternates staccato flashes in neon hues of green and red. The irony is thick, the aesthetic charge is dazzling, as the artist sets up a rhythmic counterpoint that challenges the viewer to confront their own experiential thresholds.

The words and their ‘message’ reside in friction. In a sense, both actions — eating and warring — are acts of devouring, referencing the culture of spectacle and consumption, the nature of advertising and the desire for immediate gratification and instant information. Perhaps the gulf between the two is not so vast after all.

Bruce Nauman began working with neon in the 1960s, creating unusual, off-kilter works that mocked Minimalism by taking its core principles of replication, repetition and hard-edged geometric forms and representing them in exaggerated form. In Eat War, executed in 1986, tensions are explored between the artist and viewer and between language and experience. Laconic, yet replete with meaning, Eat War is a visceral experience and an exhilarating work of art.

(Possibly a combination of Make Love, Not War and, yes, Eat Shit!)

Nauman deserves a substantial posting about his work. To come.


Bruce Nauman

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(Various sex acts playfully portrayed in neon, but still…)

The last of yesterday’s four “Body works” postings (about San Francisco artist Keith Boadwee) ends with a discussion of Bruce Nauman’s neon sculpture Eat War (1986), echoed in Boadwee’s photo composition Eat Shit. And so to the incredibly multifaceted (and very often unsettling) artist Nauman, who is, among other things, a playful language artist and a chronicler of human connection, especially through sex.

One of each, both in neon:

(#1)

“None Sing Neon Sign”, 1970

(#2)

“Seven Figures”, 1984

Nauman in his famous work “Self-Portrait as a Fountain”, 1966, and in a more recent photo:

(#3)

(#4)

From the Wikipedia entry, which I quote at length because it’s a good survey of a long and complex career:

Bruce Nauman (born December 6, 1941 [the day before the original Pearl Harbor Day]) is an American artist. His practice spans a broad range of media including sculpture, photography, neon, video, drawing, printmaking, and performance. Nauman lives near Galisteo, New Mexico.

Nauman was born in Fort Wayne, Indiana, but his father’s work as an engineer for General Electric meant that the family moved often. He studied mathematics and physics at the University of Wisconsin–Madison (1960–64), and art with William T. Wiley and Robert Arneson at the University of California, Davis (1965–6). In 1964 he gave up painting to dedicate himself to sculpture, performance and cinema collaborations with William Allan and Robert Nelson. He worked as an assistant to Wayne Thiebaud.

Ah, the Davis connection. See my 2/2/16 posting on Arneson and my 12/5/16 posting on Thiebaud.

Upon graduation (MFA, 1966), he taught at the San Francisco Art Institute from 1966 to 1968, and at the University of California at Irvine in 1970. In 1968 he met the singer and performance artist Meredith Monk and signed with the dealer Leo Castelli. Nauman moved from Northern California to Pasadena in 1969. In 1979, Nauman further moved to Pecos, New Mexico. In 1989, he established a home and studio in Galisteo, New Mexico, where he continues to work and live along with his wife, the painter Susan Rothenberg.

Confronted with “What to do?” in his studio soon after graduating, Nauman had the simple but profound realization that [I boldface this for emphasis] “If I was an artist and I was in the studio, then whatever I was doing in the studio must be art. At this point art became more of an activity and less of a product.” Nauman set up a studio in a former grocery shop in the Mission district of San Francisco and then in a sublet from his university tutor in Mill Valley. These two locations provided the setting for a series of performed actions which he captured in real time, on a fixed camera, over the 10-minute duration of a 16mm film reel. Between 1966 and 1970 he made several videos, in which he used his body to explore the potentials of art and the role of the artist, and to investigate psychological states and behavioural codes. Much of his work is characterized by an interest in language, often manifesting itself in a playful, mischievous manner. For example, the neon Run From Fear – Fun From Rear, or the photograph Bound To Fail, which literalizes the title phrase and shows the artist’s arms tied behind his back. There are however, very serious concerns at the heart of Nauman’s practice. He seems to be fascinated by the nature of communication and language’s inherent problems [he is something of a student of the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein], as well as the role of the artist as supposed communicator and manipulator of visual symbols.

Two more neon sculptures, both phallus-themed, from 1985″

(#5)

(#6)

The neon sculptures are, as far as I know, all kinetic; most switch back and forth between two states (fairly obviously in #6), some with more. To see some of them in action, you can look at the video here: video installations of Bruce Nauman from the exhibition “Extended Drawing” in the Bonnefanten Museum in Maastricht, 2001-12.

What I’ve given here is a very tiny sample of Nauman’s work, designed to link closely to previous postings on this blog. Check out the wider range; a lot is available on the web. You will see that Nauman, even at his most playful, is a craftsman at whatever he does.


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