Category Archives: Surveillance

Other Blogs: Hot Guys reading Books!

This cool tumblr blog solicits photos of hot guys reading books. Readers send in their favorite photos. Lots of surveillance! Including this one. Quick…look…no, don’t. Snap. Gotcha! For more Hot Guys Reading Books, click here. For random archived homotextuality, click here and here.

Hot Inked Long Beach Thug…

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…glares, poses, flips us off two-fisted, grabs his crotch off-frame. Point. And. Shoot! Ah, the perils and pleasures of surveillance.  Now, Papi?

Bikers and Cigars and Bears: Sights seen at Smokeout XI Las Vegas

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Bellagio Fountains, Floating Bear Conga Lines, Butkus Autographs in the Las Vegas version of a mall, Kush Fine Art. Srsly? Billboards of course. Surveillance like mad. The Arturo Fuente Cigar Lounge abuts an escalator in the Forum Shops on The Strip. Everything in Las Vegas is the Las Vegas version of…whatever, wherever. Paris and New York in plaster, Venice in Sherwin Williams. Covers the Globe in Amalgamated Capital. Or something like that.

 

The Las Vegas version of a run is Smokeout, an informally structured event now in its 11th year. Smokeout is billed as “an uncomplicated, fun-filled weekend in Las Vegas for Cigar Studs, Pipe Studs, Bikers, Leathermen, Bears and their friends from all over the world.” No run fee; events are on a pay/per basis and include dinners, cigar parties, bar nights, a Leather party, friendly low-stakes poker, a rollercoaster outing, a piss party, and a motorcycle ride hosted by the Desert Brotherhood M.C. Good times poolside at the Hotel Alexis Park Resort. Great times in the suites.

Leather Centurion decorates Mens’ Room at Lords’ Ball

Sometimes the floor show is the least decorative thing going on…more on the Lords here and here.

Street Party Scenes Seen in New Orleans

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Friday night in New Orleans before Mardi Gras. At and around the Krewe D’Etat parade and on Bourbon Street. Several beautiful smiles, some great ink, and lots of muscles. Also the typical “you will burn in a lake of fire” party wannabee-poopers. May a revelation descend from on high and just heal their hating hearts already. Can’t be much fun to be them.  As friend of this site Tim’m T. West has noted: “If it ain’t Love, it ain’t God.”

Countdown to Mardi Gras: NOLA Slideshow of Street Scenes Seen

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Parties, protesters and counter- protesters. God is Unfair? No shit, Sherlock. He’s the Top, and it’s a life-long scene that ends in a snuff. Enough? There is always more where that came from. That’s the way it works, you see. More to come…

From the air…SFO – MSY (NOLA)

Seen on the plane to Mardi Gras in New Orleans…

Serving, Protecting and Looking Back: San Francisco City Cop Seen

This guy was cruising the Mission district, looking for trouble when he looked into the eye of the camera. No flesh eye contact here ever, but the gaze persists. I see you seeing me seeing you. Do you see? An arresting stare that begins, and ends…right there.

Sights seen at Truck Stops: Old Cowboy buys Smokes on CA Hwy 101

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This guy moved like a twangy old country music tune. Slow, strong and regular. Horseless cowboy traveling California State Highway 101 by truck, he stopped to buy smokes. Got shot in the back and never knew it. One, two, three: Snap!

Guys Seen: Hobby Surveillance on the Streets of San Francisco

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We live in a surveillance society. Facebook knows who you are. Video cameras are everywhere in the urban and suburban environments, and sprinkled throughout the rural and less developed areas. Truck stops. Eyes in the sky. Watching you. Watching me. Google Earth may have captured us for their street views. In front of your home, shopping, out with friends. How do you know that they haven’t? Corporate surveillance in retail environments is particularly pervasive, but ordinary citizens are routinely forbidden from shooting back. “No cameras” and “No Photography” signs sprout alongside image capture devices. Of course, photography is usually regulated in government buildings. Photography is an act of dominance. Who can shoot who, doing what, where and why?  We are engaged in a high-stakes game of scopophilic tag. And these days, everyone’s got a camera.  Gotcha!