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Category Archives: Gallery
Terry J Cyr … Artist & Extraordinary Man
Extraordinary men do extraordinary things; some of them create beauty where there was none. Terry J Cyr creates images … images of men, images that foster the beauty of the male form that will live on well beyond the the artist’s lifetime. Terry’s tools-of-the-trade: a camera of course, but that’s perhaps the least on the list. There is his mastery of light, a skill way beyond the average photographer that is so critical to the final result. There is his imagination, which reminds us the male form is one of Mother Nature’s finest endeavors. But the most important tool of all in Terry’s arsenal is his sensitivity … his love of life, his vision, all of which are pleasantly evident in his body of work.
Travis ... From the Caravaggio Series
In Terry’s own words:
This article gives you only a glimpse of this remarkable man, his work, his thoughts and his life’s experiences. For more see Terry’s two websites:
The Naked Man Project and Cyr Photo Blogspot
Prints are available at both locations.
Model Brian Brooks
One man’s exploration in finding himself and his search for light, beauty, desire and art.
by Terry L Cyr
I recently turned my creative eye to the nude male form and began a personal exploration of what it stirred within myself as an aging gay man and the impact it had on my life. The Naked Man Project is a twelve-month endeavor to expose that raw, sensual, and often sexual side of naked men. Not just a study on homoerotic art, it involves beautiful men of all kinds, often featuring straight men exposed as reflections of themselves in artistic nudes. Though the writing [accompanying the images] becomes a meditation on sexuality and desire and how it’s revealed in gay art, the images strive to defy boundaries of erotic photography and reveal what we face at the core of ourselves when we are naked, exposed and at our most vulnerable. The two become a personal history of my life. my dreams and aspirations, friendships, inspiration; a delving into my own gay sexuality that is a journey of discovery and illumination as a gay artist. It is an in-depth look into the heart and soul of my artistic expression, drawing from my background in theater lighting design and a life-long fascination with art. My images are inspired by the classic works of Caravaggio, Mapplethorpe and Fred Holland Day.
Model ... Travis
“I often wonder how many people create works in a vacuum that nobody sees. How many people feel unworthy of the creative process? How many people never begin the dream because it seems impossible? How many people live lives stuck, without a means of expression? Stuck in a job? Stuck in a relationship? Stuck in their own limitations?”
Model ... Jared
“My advice now is: don’t be so judgmental of yourself, create the dream, name it, and follow it. Somehow empower yourself with what you do. I have made a lot of mistakes and created lots of truly bad images, but it is the process of growing so allow yourself to fail. Allow that dream to extend beyond what you know and expand the vision to a limitless possibility. Go for it; don’t wait until you become a middle-aged man to realize your potential. But most important believe in it and work toward it every single day.”
Model ... Chad
“I have barely been out of the studio for almost a year now and there is a part of myself that feels it has stagnated. I know for sure I have lived far too much in my head and not Continue reading
Oh, the Magic and Mystery They Hide
The Joy of Being a Man
What I uncovered in me, or least a deeper layer found, is of my comfort with things gay and bi-sexual, a confident pleasure in finding men so beautiful and enjoyable to enjoy.
Tapping into feelings that have always been there and I find have this resonating beauty in them. I know you will understand, it is like it is a male male thing, though it seems these are feelings that go to a place where words become unwieldy.
Writing as a means to explore ones sexuality, has uncovered such deep levels of personal inquiry, and the joy found in engagement with like minds, an exploration that takes one naturally toward artistic notions and expression.
Sometimes I have the thought how wonderful it would be to be part of a gallery exhibition, to have men who appreciate come visit, appreciate and enjoy. The fantasies of male exhibitionism for admiring males that I’m sure not to be alone in.
What then comes is a connection that seems inherently and so exquisitely male in it’s nature, that shared understanding we have of each other, a compassion that is found in the camaraderie of men. Deep sensitivity of the male heart.
How can I begin to resist the wonders of male beauty, and why would such an idea gain any ground, for I see only beauty, a mirror to my own homosexuality, a lover of men and all things masculine, my tender lover, my companion, my sweet male friend, hold me sweetly on the arms, accept my lips and eyes for you, embrace me I am yours. My darling man of male scent and arching curves.
There comes also a quiet without need to herald, but rather to seek out gentle conversation, among brothers in each others arms and embrace.
And that is what it is, as a male and a bisexual male with that full yearning and deep love for women and; that loving intuitive kinship and masculine attraction for men, our physical, emotional, spiritual and intellectual beauty, of men we know how we each feel, and that is beautiful, sweeping away all pretense and falsity in its sincerity, allowing us to fully bloom.
[Images of men are] visual joys to caress, a telling prompt for ones sweet desires, a wonderful confirmation of my love of my fellow man, a mirror to the inner me and what has rested in my bosom since childhood, acknowledgement of warm welcoming that undeniable natural attraction for other men, it is me. Gentle freedom to be all things male, comfort in the understanding and accepting arms and embrace of others, my sweet brothers and lovers. There is no gap between our desires and grace. We touch in so joyfully harmony, two bodies, two minds, two hearts, to touch, to enjoy, to love, to be.
[Men with smaller penises] are all really nice to look at and enjoy – big, medium, small, Continue reading
Life’s Trials as a Transgender Female
What follows are words from a woman born in a man’s body, the emotions involved and the trials endured by someone struggling to find a place in our world for herself. I have included photographs of women who may have, to some degree or another, gone through similar circumstances. They have all made transformation from male bodies to female, short of the final step of genital reassignment, which they may or may not be planning to do. Some of them have erections, which is often not likely after a long period of estrogen treatments. For reasons of their own, they have posed for these stunning photos.
By Leslie, in her own words:
Two weeks ago, I found this blog completely by accident while researching Transgender issues and health concerns. I found pictures of younger and prettier women than myself, yet I have found a measure of healing from those images. Even though I can not ever really look like them now, I can still join them given time.
I lived the horror of being born Trans Female in Texas. Born in 1955, I grew up watching the other girls develop, realizing that I was doomed to live out my life imprisoned in the body of a man. I tried to talk to my parents and get help. My mother tried to understand and my father …my father almost killed me.
From the time I was caught dancing bare foot on the hardwood floor of the living room in one of my mother’s dresses at the age of 9, I was beaten and threatened any time I showed the least bit of femininity. After numerous broken bones and death threats, I went into hiding. I left home as soon as I had my first job at the age of 17.
Life was dangerous for a Trans Girl in 1974. There were frequent stories in the news about “freak boy/girls” being found dead. I stayed in hiding. I intentionally took on the most dangerous adventurous jobs I could find. I survived being shot, stabbed, gassed, set on fire, blown up, struck by lightening and many other dangerous and exciting activities. I never even thought I was attempting suicide; I was just proving to my father that I was tough.
Eventually I married a woman. Now, I can admit that my only interest in her was to appease my abusive father. Over the course of time, I divorced and married 3 times. I “fathered” 3 children that I was forced by circumstance to leave and become an absent parent. I worked hard over the years to re-establish some form of trust with my children. They have given me 9 grandchildren.
The incongruity of being a woman trapped in the body of a man continued to grow. To this day, I can not look in a mirror without seeing the momentary flash of my true self. I saw her just this morning. Then reality imposed itself on my vision and I stood looking at the male-ish form I am trapped in.
She’s beautiful, now a middle aged Welsh, Irish, Native American mix. Her hair is graying and she has the scars and lines of a hard life on her face. Still she is a wonderful sight. I want to be able to get more than a fleeting glance of her. I want the world to see HER.
I stand 6 feet 2 inches tall and weigh 200 pounds, so that I am rather large. I wear a size 44 jacket. I look similar to that wonderful blonde woman (left) in the corset, only I look more Native when she is Scandinavian.
I had to leave Texas, when I refused to conform to the wishes of my family and their interference in my life. There have been moments when I contemplated suicide. Since I have never accepted Christian theology and believe in reincarnation, I did not want to have to repeat my failure to overcome the adversities of this life. I dismissed thoughts of death and decided to make the best of what I can become.
I came out while in college at the tender age of 53. I lived the sheltered life of a Continue reading
The Magnificent Male Form
World Naked Bike Ride
Colorful, adventurous, humorous, exciting, delightful: just a few of the many words that could describe this daring event. Some paint themselves elaborately, others just dash their clothes, but everyone has great fun.
Look at the smiles on their faces. Is there a better way to express an understanding of the human body, a better way to spread the idea of body acceptance?
It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a perfect body. Muscle bound or a little thick around the middle, handsomely endowed or sporting a smaller variety, it doesn’t matter–everyone is in sync and part of the whole.
Picture yourself among them, the camaraderie, the feel of fresh air and sun on your skin, other naked bodies beside you, in front and behind. Feast your eyes with an awareness that makes you feel lighter and glad to be alive.
It makes you wonder how anyone can find the human body shameful. A volleyball game on the beach, a hike along a secluded trail, a swim in the pool; is there really any reason to always hide our bodies during a day in the sun?
Are these spectators wondering what it would be like to get out of their clothes and be one of them? Continue reading
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