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January 3, 2010
Provocative Bathroom Sinks
Perhaps you are thinking about redecorating the bathroom. If so, here’s an exciting new idea. As for me, I’m waiting for the male version.
December 12, 2009
December 7, 2009
An Eye-catching Book Cover
As an author, I’m aware of how intriguing covers help draw attention to books. I must say it took an inventive mind to use this one.
Don’t bother looking for it. It’s out of print.
September 30, 2009
Why would anyone object?
Some residents don’t appreciate being mooned by new artwork
By AMY HAMILTON/The Grand Junction Daily Sentinel
The town of Silt has become the butt of jokes in recent weeks all because a new sculpture at the town’s entrance depicts a rock climber’s bare bum.
After the sculpture’s unveiling in late August – a rendition of large rock decked with wildlife, a fly fisherman, a coal car and a cougar perched atop – it’s the backside of a nondescript human figure climbing its west flank that’s been in the national media spotlight.
Residents in the small town of about 2,500 are divided on whether the sculpture, commissioned by the city, in the town’s roundabout is too cheeky.
“I have friends in San Diego and Nevada, and they said they saw a story about Silt,” said Poke Stiers, who owns the shop Tim’s Tools, near the sculpture. “I said, ‘Was it about our roundabutt?’ “
Most drivers in the roundabout do not pay any attention to the bare-bottomed climber, but some exit 1-70 just to see the sculpture.
September 24, 2009
Enlightened New Zealand
On The Road: No clothes needed in New Zealand – just bring a torch
From The Independent
By Darroch Donald
The Homer Tunnel provides the essential link between the dramatic fjord of Milford Sound and the outside world
I found myself in Milford Sound on the day of the annual Great Naked Tunnel Race. Well, surely it would be rude not to take part?
Begun in 1935 and completed in 1953, The Homer Tunnel is a remarkable feat of engineering and a monument to human endeavour. It provides the essential link between the dramatic fjord of Milford Sound and the outside world. But this is no Channel Tunnel or Sydney Harbour underpass. There are no guidance systems; no tidy tollgates or hamburger stands thoughtfully placed halfway through for your convenience. When you first encounter the entrance to the Homer at the base of what can only be described as a massive face of granite, the word “drain” springs to mind. To travel through it fully clothed and in the comfort of a vehicle evokes enough horror – but running through it in the dark? Naked?
Ol’ Homey has become the venue for perhaps New Zealand’s most unusual annual events – known in these parts as the Great Annual Nude Tunnel Run. The race was originally conceived in 2000 and now attracts over 50 participants (this year including yours truly). Competitors run completely naked from east to west (as distance of 1.2 km) carrying little except a torch.
The fastest male and female runners have their names engraved on the trophy, which for men is “Ken” doll and for women a “Barbie” (naked and in a running position, naturally)!
So did I win? No. I didn’t even try. Too busy having a chat en route with a charming local (let’s call him “Ken”, too), who says of the event: “It’s an invigorating feeling being naked and makes one realise how natural and beautiful it is to have no kit on. Group nudity is definitely non-perverse, a good way to make new friends and influence people and something we should all do more often.”
Absolutely, Ken! Let’s start now – at Auckland airport preferably.
September 17, 2009
Is that a banana in your pocket?
Sadly, no one has ever ask me that question. However, I found this article on www.taschen.com to be interesting and entertaining.
The Big Penis Book. Excerpt from the introduction by Dian Hanson
No racial or ethnic group is uniformly large and no group is uniformly small. Women, we are constantly assured, care nothing about penis size. Men may be more candid, but there are also male fans of the small penis, either as a symbol of youth or for its amazing ability to make one’s own penis look larger.
All that out of the way, who can deny the allure of a big dick? Flaccid or erect, it is aesthetically stunning – commanding every onlooker to consider capacity and consequence. Many viewing the photos for this book blurted out, “I wouldn’t let that near me!” As if anyone were offering. Everyone takes the big penis personally, as an object of fear, arousal, and endless fascination, that last derived from the Latin fascinum, meaning both phallus and magical spirit. Big shoulders, big lapels, and big hair may come and go, but the big penis never goes out of fashion. And because humans walk upright, their penises are a more obvious accessory than those of most animals, a quirk that has hardly escaped man himself.
The medieval codpiece began as a practical addition to European menswear in about 1420. Men wore just tunics and stockings at the time, as underwear didn’t exist, and when tunics got shorter a simple triangle of cloth was designed to hide the genitals. Over the next hundred years this flap of cloth was refashioned – first to lift and project, then padded, then padded a great deal more, then molded into an elongated oval that projected up and out from the groin, giving the appearance of a monstrous permanent erection. By 1,500 codpieces were worn from England to Italy, with every country vying to outdo the others in size and originality of adornment.
June 25, 2009
Naked Boys Singing
By Joe Brown; Las Vegas Sun
What comes after the full monty?
That would be “Naked Boys Singing!,” a musical revue with seven men singing and dancing in the altogether.
Certainly there’s no shortage of bare men in Las Vegas, with at least four male dance revues on tap on the Strip. The difference is that “Naked Boys Singing!” is not a tease.
And its focus is not really entirely on what comedian Doug Benson calls “penuseses.”
Oh all right, yes it is. But only for about the duration of the first song, “Gratuitous Nudity,” which is a cheerful open invitation to ogle. “Tonight there’s an atmosphere where it’s all right to stare,” the seven-member cast sings. “Tonight you won’t wonder what’s under our underwear.”
After the novelty of seeing man-bits in motion wears off (the jiggly kickline is particularly hilarious), attention turns to personalities, bodies, faces and voices.
The off-Broadway musical revue just marked its 10th anniversary, and was turned into a movie in 2007; current stagings in London and Provincetown, Mass., are primarily aimed at gay men, but the show is also marketed toward bachelorette parties.
The 16 clever songs were contributed by more than a dozen writers with showbiz pedigrees, including creator Robert Schrock, Ben Schaechter and Bruce Vilanch. A pastiche of styles, they alternate between silliness and substance, but each song is essentially a debriefing about the meanings of nakedness: emotional (”Window to the Soul”), commercial (”Perky Little Porn Star”), comic (”The Naked Maid”) and – not only and not merely – sexual.
Mostly, these songs address the poignancy of men in unguarded moments. One of the most affecting, a wistful lament to a late lover, is sung while getting dressed. Another number, called “Fight the Urge,” comically depicts the pathos of gay boys in the high school gym locker room, hoping their anatomy doesn’t betray them as jocks parade around in the buff.
Ably accompanied by pianist Spencer Baker, who keeps his pants on, the actors are endowed with pleasant voices, and with one spectacular exception (yes, Paul Pratt, we’re all looking at you) they all have normally attractive bodies.
On the show’s first weekend, the performers still seemed a little uncertain with the material, but that should improve with more performances under their (nonexistent) belts. Director Hank Emerson and choreographer Brad Barnes keep things simple, and seem to have slowed the tempos a bit, stretching out what is usually a 65-minute show.
“Naked Boys Singing!” is scheduled to run through July 4, but if it finds its audience, it has the potential to hang on for quite a while.
An extension would be a bonus for the Rack, the fetish shop that houses the Onyx Theatre – this show has a covert dual purpose, functioning as sort of a Tupperware party for the exotic underwear and accessories peddled in the store.
*****
Sounds like fun to me . . .visit their website here Naked Boys Singing
