Paul Morris lives in San Francisco. Quite simply, he’s a pornographer. Obviously, he’s also a photographer. He knows beautiful men. In fact he’s been obsessed with them all of his life. To have a look at the movies he offers, go to Treasure Island Media.
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This innocuous little male centerpiece belongs to a man that has taken a place in my heart. He has reached a point in his life that has placed him on a road of self-discovery. He has created a world in his mind, shared only here on Enlightened Male, a world were people are beautiful creatures and human sexuality is a wonderful mystery to explore. It’s a world but a few men could create, men of big hearts and loving intellect, voiced with eloquence, using words that create dreams. When he sent these delightful pictures, I thought I would share them with you here.
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On the photo sharing site he uses, he goes by the moniker Panding. Whether that’s just a moniker, his name, or simply a word that he likes, I can’t tell you. What I can tell you is: If Mother Nature was a Socialist, we would all look like this.
But Mother Nature is not a Socialist. She’s not even a Capitalist … most of us can’t even aspire to such a striking body. Mother Nature is an Autocrat … she just randomly houses our souls in what can only be described as public housing, then brings us into this world and says: “That’s what you get. Take it or leave it. Now get busy growing old.”
Panding isn’t your average model, wrought with an over-abundance of perfectly honed muscle. He doesn’t have that look how sexy I am look. He looks normal, a genuine nice guy. Of course he’s shaped well, but to look at him is to like him, to want to get to know him. He has that kind of demeanor.
What a natural pose. You wonder what he’s looking at. Is it a building, a sunrise, or is it another person? Are they looking back at him? Is it a man or a woman? Are they as beautiful as him?
Maybe you are as intrigued by men that take pictures of themselves as I am. There is something about it that suggests this is an enlightened man. There is something about it that says he would make an interesting soul mate.
Today, January 23, five days after I posted this piece, Panding contacted me. As it turns out, that is not his name … it’s Stephan, and he is indeed a genuine nice guy, not to mention an intriguing man. Panding stands for Peace Through Understanding.
What follows are his own words.
“Some people find it really odd that I’m so frank about showing myself in the nude. But for me it never has been a big deal, just something natural. Most of that comes from a liberal European upbringing I guess. Germans tend to be very easygoing about being nude. Just come to the lakes around Berlin in summer time.” Continue reading
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
When Mother Nature designed most of us, she had already had a long day. Our DNA got slapped together somewhat haphazardly. Wrong nose, hips too wide, too fat or thin, not tall enough, penis too small, skin a little pale, or maybe a blemish got put in the wrong place. None of that happened when Mother Nature worked on Nicholas Reed.
No, for Nicolas Mother Nature was in a very good mood, setting out with a fresh start to a new day to design a virtually perfect man. Look over these images … see if you can spot one thing you would change.
So the dictionary is full of words that would be appropriate, words like striking, statuesque, hung, magnificent … you get the idea.
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Look at those amazing dimples above his hips … Mother Nature didn’t overlook even the slightest detail. Hmm, so Nicholas has no physical flaws. I don’t know anything about him, maybe he’s got a rotten personality, who knows. He reminds me of how they’ve defined us economically here in the U.S.: you’re either in the top 1% or the bottom 99%. Nicholas is in the top 1% of an entirely different group … the beautiful people.
The boots serve to enhance Nicholas’ masculinity … call it overkill.
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Too bad we can’t all look this good in this pose. The phallus, symbolized here like a proud eagle surveying its territory. Ever heard of a small bird peeking out of it’s nest? Continue reading
