Tag Archives: Sexy

Styles of Masculinity in early 20th Century Photography…Sights Seen in Old Snap Shots

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Plucked from a California photo box in a Sonoma County Antique Mall: boxers, cowboys, dads, dandies, hunters, footballers, motorists, photographers, sailors, soldiers, sons, students, swimmers, tough guys, workers, writers and other interesting men and boys. Vernacular snap-shots from the first half of the twentieth century.

mundies

meme: a shortening of the word mimeme, from the Greek for ‘to imitate’ originating from mimos, ‘to mime’…

In an online photo context, let’s call it ‘monkey see, monkey do’…

(wikipedia entry)

Over at some of my other hangouts, photo memes are a means to generate quick content, interact with others and often a chance to show off the booty…

Mundies is short for Monday Undies. Allow me to demonstrate:

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

I have a thing for underwear; I have a thing for no underwear. I have a thing for underwear as outerwear.

What can I say, other than, “If you wear ’em, share ’em!”

From your KC ‘mo, Gryphon

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.

cock blocks

cock blocks by gryphon

Last Friday was First Friday, the monthly art crawl event in the Crossroads Arts District here in snow-blasted KCMO. February is the annual group erotic show over at the Slap-N-Tickle Gallery, my favorite queer little art place…

These are my contribution to the show, the only good kind of cock block I have seen to date. LOL

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Media: ink and paint on leather, individual sizes are 5.25×1.5 inches or 8.25×1.5 inches…

Enjoy!

Your KC ‘mo, Gryphon

More Gai Comi. Bear and Rabbit. Happy Manga Bara Bunny New Year!

Bara Bunny

Big Black Bara has his way with scared little white whabbit. Japan and China meet, and not for the first time. Italy watches, takes notes. America looks on. Happy New Year 4079…or 2011. Depending.

Gung Hay Fat Choy! Happy New Year of the Bara Rabbit.

Year of the Rabbit

Happy New Year 4079! Rabbits signify virility in many Asian cultures because of their notorious propensity to breed. Vigor! Ardor! Potency! That’s about what “Dead Rabbits” meant in 19th c. NYC. Not such a strange name for a street gang after all. It would translate to “straight-up fucker” in today’s lexicon. I am DEAD serious.

Chinese Lunar New Year is coming. Year of the Sexy Rabbit. Vigor! Ardor! Potency!

This via Utopia Asia, celebrating over 17 years of providing resources for Asia’s GLBT communities. More to follow. Gung Hay Fat Choy!

Tim’m T. West is a fly-brotha. New Music Video. Score for Hearts Break Open, Indy Queer Film.

Friend of this site Tim’m T. West is a fly-brotha. He is also a poet, a philosopher, a professor and a gay rapper. Et cetera and then some. This is the video version of his score for Hearts Break Open, an independent feature film that asks the question what would Jesus do if he were alive today…and an HIV+ gay man. “What would be his cross to bear? How would we crucify him? Would he crucify himself?”

The 15 is IN with The Leather Chaps at Chaps Inn in Palm Springs

Bare Bears at Chaps Inn. photo: R. Christian Anderson

“This is where the Men stay!” They like us and we like them. Ian and Stewart, the two English chaps behind the punnishly named Chaps Inn in Palm Springs run a great desert get-away for Leathermen, bears and other masculine gay men. Salt water pool, spa, St. Andrew’s cross, slings, cage, lots of hooks and lots of kinky hot naked friendly men doing what we do in the desert sun. The chaps blogged about The 15 Association’s annual August mini-run here.

Vitas Bumac wrestles a Violin into Submission, escapes his Cage and Shatters Glass. Smile!

It’s called Smile. Sure it is. A cold-war gumshoe dandy delivers ear-splitting wails while theatrically clutching  a violin we only hear simulated on the high end of his five-octave range. A noose swings provocatively, a caged canary escapes, glass shatters.  This one from the always strange and inventive Vitas Bumak. Nostalgia, loss, grief and rage filtered through an arch sense of cornball drama. The stuff of opera and life and good enough reason to…Smile! More Vitas here and here.