Vintage Erotica from the lens of Wilhelm von Gloeden

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Finding Time to Write

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Taking a Piss, I Mean, a Rest

 

I owe you all a post about the piss party at IML.  I thought I would be able to write when I got home from Fornication Weekend, but I am tired.  Tired in a deliciously spent way.  I promise to get to work on it tomorrow—I really want to do it justice.  It was a great event.

Happy 2023!

 Here it is New Year’s Eve. 

Yesterday, I was ready to sit down and write up one of the two remaining November adventures when I got a text from a newer fuck bud.  He wanted me to meet him so he could be publicly fucked at the bookstore on an exam table.  I didn’t hesitate in closing the computer and go get my cock very, very wet.  Yet again, so much for the post.

 

Tonight, I will be ringing in the New Year at the sex emporium that is sort of a cross between a bookstore and a bathhouse.  I heard from a different fuck bud, who has decided to meet me there—so I am sure of at least one great piece of ass.

So, a little tease with the apology for still not sitting down to write…

 

Which brings me to say that as I reflect on the blog at the end of the year—I still love how it connects me to my readers.  I got an email the other day that in the middle of other things, said: “You are a part of my almost daily life and I appreciate the effort you put into the blog.”

Wow.  This guy I have never met reads me almost every day.  That is still a little mind boggling to me.  Well, you are welcome.  I do really enjoy sharing.  When it is no longer fun, I will stop writing in this space.  I worry about the changes by Blogger, of wanting to hide more posts.  (I think I have figured out that it is a ‘bad’ word in the title that gets that second Sensitive Content Warning.)  But honestly, one more click from you is not a high price to pay, if it keeps it being published and not outright banned.

 

Happy New Year! 

 

Here’s to 2023!!

 

From my vintage photo collection.  I am guessing my New Year’s Eve will not look like this…

Happy Halloween!

I realized as I sat down to write today, I didn’t really want to.  While the Palm Springs trip is only halfway through, I have been publishing more frequently and I just need a break.

So Happy Halloween! 

I hope to be doing something very similar to this tonight….

Addendum to More Vintage Young Men

My friend and fuck bud, Ashok, in Toronto sent me some clarification about the last image in the previous post. 

This is the original painting of Young Male Nude Sitting beside the Sea.  It was painted by Hippolyte Flandrin between 1835 and 1836.  This is the image likely most of us know.

The picture I reproduced is the homage to the painting by Wilhelm Von Gloeden, 1900.

And here is one more---because I can....

Thank you, Ashok (or as readers may remember his own chosen moniker, Brown_Spice) !!

More Vintage Young Men

 I need to take a day off from publishing something every two days, so I’m returning to my very occasional series of vintage nudes…or in this case, near nudes.

 

These are all the work of Wilhelm von Gloeden (1856-1931) a German photographer whose best known works are mostly of young men in Sicily.  These all date from before the First World War.

One More of Tony...

 

A little later.  Just as beautiful.

Uncovering Tony Sansone

 I am moving at the end of this month.  I am leaving my tiny town in southwest Michigan and moving to a bigger city—still on this side of the state.  I am renting for a year as I really didn’t think I should be house hunting, well, condo hunting, this spring during the height of the first wave of the pandemic.

I bring this up only for it has made me go through things as I begin packing.  I have found a number of things that will likely find their way into these posts (like the journal I kept as I came out and lost my virginity.)  But I also found a clipping for a book I never got around to buy:  American Adonis: Tony Sansone, the First Male Physique Icon by John Massey.

Tony Sansone (1905-1987) was the male model of choice for every photographer and sculptor in the Jazz Age and on into the 1930’s.  No less than body builder (and mentor to Tony) Charles Atlas called him “the most beautiful man in America.”  

So here are some shots to convince you. 

I have seen him in his only film:  Glorifying the American Girl, where he provides some contrast to all those underdressed Ziegfeld Girls…

 Now I need to go book shopping where there are 114 more pictures…

Vintage

No, these are not stills from my first photo shoot….

I love vintage nudes and vintage porn.

Since I don’t have time to write today, enjoy…