Wednesday, February 28, 2007

A Pinch, and a Punch, for the first of the Month...


Okay, so this is a tad early, but...
Mr. March is a stunning looking lad called Juan Martin Berberian, from Bayonne.
'Nuff said...


Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Think quick...

I hated those games. The ones where there was the necessity to act without hesitating; to evade being hit. The type of game that you were only ever able to win at if you developed an absolute absence of the fear of pain. Balls were, after all, coming at you from everywhere. I think it's called Dodge Ball here or something? I dunno?
Played like the kind of game that was in effect yet another battle for the men (once) of the villages. Perhaps, something to keep them active and "Battle Ready"? Part of the Colonial Rule mechanism? There were competitions and challenges, and everything!
In our 10 year old version; In the center of a square of kids, a team of four children stand. They are tight and pensive. They are to evade the incoming missile of a tennis ball being thrown at them. The balls are being thrown with the intent to inflict a blow that will likely smart as it disqualifies you. Tennis balls, as we all know, hurt damn it!
Then, once a year, at what could lovingly be called a "Super Dodge Ball" game, there stood a single child in the center of the square. A Champion. A Hero.
You get the idea - On Guard! Think, quick!
Today I had an amazing opportunity. That being; to sit in the room with a group of people who have a common goal. I just love it. There was a rather tragic booking glitch that had the end result be that our usual meeting room was given away. We usually have a nice large room for my extra-curricular work meeting, but today a conference bumped us into a tight little windowless room. It was a tad close for comfort, and after we adjusted to our environs, we did what had to be done.
Problem solving, chipping in, working together. It's great.
I've got quite a number of committees, and organizations that I support. Meetings are a regular part of my life, and more so of late.
It is probably why I relish our time together. Quiet time as it often is, but time together, none the less. I like how we feel like a couple of sleek, satin-black Panthers, basking together in the sun.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Lazy Sunday Afternoon...

So, here's what I really logged on to do...
We are just home from a Sunday afternoon out and about. I had started the day by strolling over to the farmers market at Melrose Place (I know, crazy as that sounds). I am sad to say I have not frequented it for some months, seeing I work most Sundays.
There in the roped off section of the street, walled in by antique stores and what looked like the new site for Carolina Herrera in Los Angeles, sits the farmers market. Huddled under white canvas-roofed tents. Their selection wasn't that great today, unless you like pillows and orchids. Ugh, it has now been invaded by "the fluff" that makes the majority of farmers markets in Los Angeles annoying and frustrating to be at, when all you really want is a nice bag of apples.
Some beets, some carrots, some root ginger, and some fresh off the vine tomatoes. I also bought home two bunches of bok choi, in the hope that we will decide what to make with them before they turn.
On the way home, I got myself a manicure. Laugh not. I am not in the habit, however, it is part of my curing myself from nail biting. It has been just on three weeks since I last tore, chewed or nibbled my nails. The theory is that if I am spending $20 every two weeks on them, they then I will for sure leave them alone. We'll see.
It was a delightfully warm and sunny day in LA. It is the first warm day this year that has felt "genuine", and not like it is a cruel tease.
We saw the Magritte exhibit at LACMA. Enjoyed it very much, although, true to form, I want to return and see it without all those people. I just don't like feeling I am underfoot all the time. Art cannot be rushed or taken at an unnatural speed.
I have to say; the pipe is quite impressive. I liked it, and the small blue/green picture of waves crashing on shore, a finely detailed rock floats mid-air above, and a white fluffy cloud above it. It made me feel quite masculine.
From there to Silverlake "to walk around". We strolled the strip. I ended up signing up for a cheese course (because the gal behind the counter was witty and fun, oh...and I love cheese). We checked-out a cute japanese'esque comic store (complete the most amazing t-shirts). Then we ate some mondo-good gelatto (I swear, it was ambrosic).
Then, few brews at The Faultline. What fun. Had a few beers, let our hair down, and chilled the fuck out. It was a ton of fun. It was still nice and sunny when we got there, and there were some bare-chested men in the courtyard. It was a nicely packed scene, with all variety of men, all of them just relaxing, together. As the music rocked on, the crowd grew nicely. We chatted with a few nice blokes, laughed and told silly stories. Might even see some of them again. Not being dressed for sundown, we made our way home when it started getting chilly.
I need to have more Sunday's off...

My humble apologies

It has been pointed out to me that I committed a faux pas with my copy of G.Q. - the infamous copy discussed a few posts back. I posted a pic of the "issue in question" being used as a coaster to a nice glass of wine. I have been chastized, a tad. Opps, my bad.
Mind you, the way it plays in my head is that I'd want to rough him up a tiny bit before having my nasty way with him...
Think of "his" use as a coaster more a kin to some one-on-one wrestling, or maybe a really sweaty hike...
Just a thought...

Friday, February 09, 2007

The Merits of Cell Phone Photography

I like that my handy-dandy cell phone has a camera. The ability to point 'n' click and then text the picture to my e-mail is quite attractive. I am even quite fond of the grainy, hazy nature of the photos when they are viewed any larger than the screen on the phone. It is reminiscent of the photos taken in the early 1900s. Immature, but with some concentration and attention, you get the picture, as it were.
I think I'm going to keep on posting cellpics, build my very own gallery. I hope you find then as delightful as I...

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Date Night?


This is where I have taken to stealing myself away to. A chair in the living room , a reasonably good glass of port, and reasonably good book (a history of the British monarchs), and Jake. A few candles for mood, you get the jist...

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Wednesday...


Up early-ish today as I seem to have tons of stuff I need to do today. Laundry being the most pressing (the eternal need for clean underwear). I've managed to get 4 loads in already, made my stroll to Coffee Bean for my guilty pleasure, and now I am contemplating bathing et al.


Watched a great movie al la NetFlix the other night - "Water". The story of a seven year old Indian widow in the closing days of the Raj. One of those watch it again and again flicks. I saw "Letter from Iwo Jima" too recently, and enjoyed (if that is the right word) it very much. Different perspectives on collective history are vital, and I think they did quite well.


Briefly met Mr. Gay Universe (Natan Shaked) on Friday night (see above). He was fully clothed, and no sash. He has a pretty smile, too. There was a meet 'n' greet get together at the Abbey for him with some of the boys from schule. He seemed like a very nice guy. Not the sexiest Israeli guy I have ever seen, but very personable.


I am still stealing time with Jake. For the most part in 10-12 minute "increments" (he said with a tell-tale smirk). For a skinny white boy (which is not usually my cup of tea), he is quite the dish. I generally like men to be a little more generously proportioned, a little most hardy. Think "Rugby", think "1st XI" (Cricket reference).


I bought us the Dievx DV Stade Rugby calendar for Hanukkah. It now hangs in the kitchen, over the prep counter. Needless to say, I think I have been cooking a lot more this past 2 months than I had previously. Mr. February - Sergio Parisse from Stade Francais Paris - makes me want to jump on the next flight to CDG. The remnant of many high school memories of pointless crushes on various members of the 1st XV or 1st XI.


Interesting to think about where my archetypes come from. What experience or time of life shaped the way I now look at men sexually. I am certainly a Kiwi boy at heart, and hard-on, too. I like 'em the way I grew up - physical, active, big 'n burly. Nothing quite triggers my libido as images of mud-splattered men in blue and gold striped rugby jerseys, kicking a ball around.


The All Blacks site has some great, powerfully sexy images - especially the hakas, but footage of a nice line, the ball effortlessly being passed from man to man bring forth a rise, as well.


Well, that being said, I had best get back to my household chores...Now where'd I put that copy of G.Q?