As a kid, one thing that have really primed my homosexual feelings was the shroud of mystery surrounding the male body. I remember watching movies and noticing how women were so thoroughly exposed while men were always censored. To see films creatively edited to cover or evade the penis, testicles and ass of men made me very curious. What were they hiding? Why are they hiding it? In the rare moments when they would flash a cock or an ass, (as a young boy, mind you) I used to pause the film at the exact millisecond of exposure.
As a teenager, I began to read workout magazines, getting off to the outlines of the model's penis shining through the spandex. Having the male body hidden and alluded to turns something on in my mind. Flipping through Playgirl or Mandate had a different effect on me than Men's Workout. Of course, I love my pornography, but my favorite erotica allows my imagination to fill in the blanks.
Every now and again, I'll purchase a menswear catalog or a fitness magazine and let my mind wonder. The photographer knows what they're doing, the model's shorts will rise just enough. The bulges are big and suggestive. I love the way they demonstrate a bench press with their knees far apart, exposing their inner thighs. Everyone in the world knows how to do bench presses, but every issue I can submerge in the fantasy of spotting the man of my dreams. Coincidence?
The Photoset "02:01" is a celebration of masculine mystery...