Thoughts on Life, Love, Politics, Hypocrisy and Coming Out in Mid-Life
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
More Tuesday Male Beauty
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As a man, a gay man, no less, I like eye-candy. So sexy. So hot. So MALE. (No genderification implied or expressed.)
But, I have had my Chippendale Men. I've had the "eye-candy." I can, and love, to be seduced. I also love seducing hot men. And, all that "eye-candy," however pleasant, however exciting, however indulgent, still cannot light a fire, if no flame of eros is felt, expressed, or enjoyed.
Beauty, especially male beauty, will always light my fire, but when it comes to sustaining those flames, it's ONE MAN in a million, the ONE whose exceptional physical beauty is matched, indeed surprassed, by his inner beauty, that perpetually burns.
"Burn, baby, burn," may be outside today's flames, just like Chippendale Males were an expenditure to be bought and sold in the Marketplace, but those flames of lust are just a shadow of what is really joyous. Beauty is more than skin-deep. I love those skins, I love those men in the flesh, I love hot sex, but none of those pleasures compare to that one man who cares, feels, expresses, and loves. Then, alas, the flesh is just "eye candy," and when the flesh wastes away, that MAN is still there. And THAT'S SO HOT. So extraordinarily HOT, no eye-candy can compare.
Nonetheless, we still like our eye-candy, we can still appreciate male beauty, we can still enjoy the lusts that might have been, but, as those beauties fade (and they do and will), it's the flame inside that stays. And that is SO HOT, no eye-candy compares. But being men, we can still look, perhaps taste, perhaps indulge, but never stay. The "inner" Wave Rides, the "outer" Wave Rides, and we "surf" that one Wave that is the Tidal Wave. Immersed, who wants to come up for air?
1 comment:
As a man, a gay man, no less, I like eye-candy. So sexy. So hot. So MALE. (No genderification implied or expressed.)
But, I have had my Chippendale Men. I've had the "eye-candy." I can, and love, to be seduced. I also love seducing hot men. And, all that "eye-candy," however pleasant, however exciting, however indulgent, still cannot light a fire, if no flame of eros is felt, expressed, or enjoyed.
Beauty, especially male beauty, will always light my fire, but when it comes to sustaining those flames, it's ONE MAN in a million, the ONE whose exceptional physical beauty is matched, indeed surprassed, by his inner beauty, that perpetually burns.
"Burn, baby, burn," may be outside today's flames, just like Chippendale Males were an
expenditure to be bought and sold in the Marketplace, but those flames of lust are just a shadow of what is really joyous. Beauty is more than skin-deep. I love those skins, I love those men in the flesh, I love hot sex, but none of those pleasures compare to that one man who cares, feels, expresses, and loves. Then, alas, the flesh is just "eye candy," and when the flesh wastes away, that MAN is still there. And THAT'S SO HOT. So extraordinarily HOT, no eye-candy can compare.
Nonetheless, we still like our eye-candy, we can still appreciate male beauty, we can still enjoy the lusts that might have been, but, as those beauties fade (and they do and will), it's the flame inside that stays. And that is SO HOT, no eye-candy compares. But being men, we can still look, perhaps taste, perhaps indulge, but never stay. The "inner" Wave Rides, the "outer" Wave Rides, and we "surf" that one Wave that is the Tidal Wave. Immersed, who wants to come up for air?
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