PLEASE

 

I'm desperate to be touched.

I'm desperate for a rise in temperature.

     You've left me to dangle in the darkness.  Unclothed.  Exposed.  Spread apart and open.  Gaping.  I've made myself the utmost available for you.  The elements have their way with me as nature watches.  The coldness of the empty space surrounding me erects my every hair on end.

     Finding comfort in the clicking of your boots; each step is a gift.  Pacing...Walking...Tapping you toes, becomes evidence that you haven't left.  My availability isn't in vain.  My devotion is being observed. My offering has yet to parish.  Partake my Lord.  Please.

     Frostbitten chains numbs my flesh.  A cruel quarter moon blinds my eyes.  Your sudden stillness strikes my ears deaf.  Please.  Illuminate me with your touch.  Paint my body with the color of warmth.  Give my senses a message to translate into pleasure.  Anything.  Being apart from you is true torture.  I find agony in your absence.  Please draw yourself near to me.

     Your hand wrapping around my throat deprives me of air, yet gives me a second wind.  Your speechless breathing in my ears speak volumes.  Driving me to my knees made me stand up bone straight.  Your teeth sinking into my skin cures my hunger.  Whimpers and praise flow from the same mouth.  Curses and blessings dwell within the same strike.  Thank you for finding pleasure in my offering.
    

The above art is from a new friend.

The amazing photographer and artist:

Gonzalo Benard

I am deeply in love with his self portraits.

There's a palpable mood

There's an ethereal texture

Furthermore,

I feel a dark, esoteric quality in his use of objects and effects

I am painfully infatuated with him.

Sex

Surrealism

Spirituality

An ugly brand of beautiful

I am inspired to the level of arousal.

Arousal by Contrast

      We can't take our eyes off ourselves.  My hand cupping your breast.  Your legs wrapped around my waist.  My arm draped across your  torso.  Your fingers in my mouth.  We are a work of living art.  Our lovemaking is a masterpiece I long to exhibit.

     Coal clashing against pearl.  Your ivory moon enveloped by midnight flesh.  Your precious, pretty, pink jewel smashed to bits by black steel.  This moment of polarity is profound.  This moment of polarity brings to mind that weapons and remedies can be one and the same.  Lions and lambs can find comfort in each others bosoms.  Together, honey and vinegar can bring pleasure to a palette.

     I wish I could frame each instance.  I wish I could take a snapshot of every position.  My black fingers gripping white ankles.  Your white fingers gripping my black neck.  Mine...Yours...Mine...Yours...Minds could be enlightened by our sex.  I truly believe that. 

     The above art is from the tremendously talented Kassandra!  The pictures I posted are just a tip of the iceberg!  She fancies bright colors and surrealism, her style captures a beautiful dreamworld. 

Experience her work:

HERE

Somnophilia: Abandon's Door

     Did he fail to close his door securely or is there a message hidden behind his ajar bedroom entrance?  Either case, an inescapable temptation calls me to find out the hard way.  I've wanted him for so long.  He's disturbed many nights of my rest.  So what, if I exact my revenge by awakening the sleeping giant in his trousers?

     The very barrier meant to keep people out of his chambers is charming me...seducing me to enter.  The dark, enigmatic space behind the barely closed door is very alluring.  What if I took a few steps within, to test my welcome?

Respect...Privacy...Consent...

All seem like foreign customs.

Fantasy...Lust...Consumption...

Reigns supreme in this moment.

     If I tread softly, hover meticulously, I could seamlessly blend my devouring with his dreams.  But would he appraise my service to be more valuable than his sleep?  Would the warmth of my mouth surpass the comfort of his slumber?  Could I handle the repercussions of being rejected?

     One risky step away from overstepping my bounds, a morsel of him would make it all worth it.  On the brink of becoming a trespasser, I'll trade his trust for his taste on my tongue.  Driven dangerously close to disturbing his peace, I achingly walk away.

I will have him.

But, not tonight.

I will dream a thirsty dream so you may rest

I feel a sweet sense of guilt for the things I'm going to do to you

Sleep well, my love...

 

?????: Josef Michel's Latest

It is a rare occasion

when I'm totally confused.

Typically,

I can always find the erotic quality,

To understand what someone could find arousing...

Today marks the day I am stumped...

Before saying anything else,

I would like to present to you a series by Josef Michel.

It would be greatly appreciated if everyone could weigh in

and help me understand.

For those that find this arousing

I'd like to know why.

All judgment aside,

I truly want to grasp what makes this sexy.

Josef's work with Eli Floyd sent me to the gym...

This set with Matt McDermitt,
may send me to the psych ward

Warning: the following images can be disturbing (seriously)...

Follow me after the jump... 

Twin Saviors: Fear & Power

You find it strangely jarring and erotic

Hearing a giant scream at the top of his lungs

Prying his hairy muscular legs apart

Bending them towards the heavens

You slay him with your repeated depth and force

He’s shaking on the verge of collapse

His vibrating baritone cries for continuance

His toes curl so tightly, a pain shoots to your feet, as well

You’re filled with twin saviors: fear and power

Can you escape his agony uncrushed?

Can you withstand being engulfed in his ecstasy?

Can you persist within the pressure of his pleasure?

Keep a strong grip on his hamstrings behind his knees

Stroke in pace with your rattling heart

Relax as he grips your throat in excitement

There’s a thin line

Between keeping a giant on a leash and being tethered to an anchor

Avoid drowning and be greatly awarded

You will be showered in pearls and praise

Your named will rock the Earth to its core

Just don't stop...

These are from Robert Greene's latest project:

Hairy

Its an opportunity to see raw masculinity become delicate

Mollified sledgehammers

Beautiful behemoths

Jupiter opened wide

This collection should add to your understanding of manhood

Gay [gey] (Adjective) Having or showing a merry, lively mood; happy.

     Sitting on a plane heading to southern California, I had the pleasure of sitting next to Perry.  He was a cute, petite guy: curly brown hair and a 1000 watt smile.  To top it off, he was sweet as pie.  For the entire flight, we traded stories and laughed.  His goofy observations cracked me up!
     His energy level was off the charts, very enthusiastic and excitable.  He had a beautiful boyish grin framed by a lightly dusted goatee.  Every time he swatted my thigh, I found his touch playful and refreshing…but, of course, still arousing.

Of course, my inner thoughts began to chatter…

“He probably makes the sweetest faces.”

“I bet you, he’s squeaky clean…down there."

"I can see it now: pretty, pink and tight.”

“He has pretty feet; I can tell.  What are those?  A size eight?”

     Declining in altitude, I started to ask about his plans in San Diego; internally hoping we could hang out while I was there.  Smiling even brighter, he chirps, “I’m actually in town for a revival; Joel Olsteen‘s speaking!”  I was shocked!  I thought he was flaming; turns out he was on fire for Jesus!  Is my gaydar broken or what?
     Throughout the trip he was resting his hand on my shoulder.  While maintaining complete eye contact, he gave me his blue eyed, undivided attention.  Am I a pervert for thinking he was flirting?  Is it possible to be that innocent and naïve in this day and age?  My head was spinning as he handing me a flyer for ‘Christ Watch 2010’.
     This has me thinking.  The one thing that gay men and Christian Fundamentalists have in common is their ability to access their inner child.  Both eschewing the traditional ideas of masculinity, exuberance is embraced.  Homosexual men tend to define their own brand of manhood by sometimes returning to a state of innocence, before gender roles were assigned.  Christ says that the childlike shall gain access to Heaven.
     It's very uplifting to see adults that are impressionable and wondrous like children.  I hate that society suggests that men should be stiff and unimpressed.  It’s beautiful to see men comfortable enough to laugh without composure…to smile until their cheeks hurt…to watch cartoons…to wear bright colors.  Things shouldn’t be so serious.

Play

Dance

Dream

However, let’s remember:

Acting happy and acting gay was once synonymous.

(And actually still is.)

The Bringer of Forbidden Light?

"Be of sober spirit, be on the alert.

Your adversary, The Devil, prowls about like a roaring lion,

seeking whom he may devour."

(1 Peter 5:8)

     I was shaking in my nine-year-old boots.  It sounded as if Pastor Eddy was breathing fire from the pulpit, "The Devil!  He'll show you visions that will stick in your mind!  He'll show you visions and play tunes for you that'll slowly, gently warp your spirit and the souls of your children!  He ain't that little red, horned man!  He's that movie director!  He's that record executive!  He's that entertainer teaching sin through a lullaby!"

     I feared I've already come into contact with this demonic material.  I've already listened to the siren's song.  His preaching pulled perverse, pornographic images to the forefront of my imagination.  I felt terrible because I knew there was no turning back.  My eyes and flesh has been deflowered, my mind was already seduced and twisted.

     As a kid, I couldn't keep my hands out of my Dad's stash of porn.  My vivid imagination did the rest of The Devil's work.  I wanted to be with God and His Holy Spirit.  I wanted a place in Heaven reserved for me.  I prayed for my purity back, for my brain to be cleansed of any unholy thoughts.  I asked God to remove all thoughts of orgies, cock sucking and homosexuality from my mind.  I begged for Him to cure me of my unclean appetites.

     I found Freddy Kruger to be hilarious.  The Boogie Man was too far fetched for me to fear.  But, I was terrified of Satan.  "What if he came disguised as an offer I couldn't refuse?"  I figured he wielded the power to turn people into pedophiles, murderers and monsters.  Furthermore, I was taught that he was the author and steward of everything wicked, evil and inconvenient.

     One day, while studying The Bible, I read some verses that had a strange/beautiful/devastating effect on me and my faith.

"The One forming light and creating darkness

Causing well-being and creating calamity;

I am The Lord who does all these"

(Isaiah 45:14)

     For reasons I'm still learning, I felt a great deal of relief when I read that scripture.  That verse upstarted my freedom, letting me know that God is a part of it all.  Parking tickets, warfare and (dare I say) assault are born from the same Father as bubble gum, blessings and love.  To this day, it still makes sense to me.  When you think about it, every victory means defeat for someone else.  Every blessing falls out of someone else's pocket.  Good and Evil has always been a package deal since the beginning of time.

     Maybe The Devil is a part of the grand scheme?  Maybe he serves a purpose just like everything else?  I've gained great strength through misfortune.  I've discovered truth while dwelling in darkness.  Hell, without him I wouldn't be the brilliant pervert I am today.  Maybe, Pastor Eddy was right!