Latin Roots

Now, you are about to be sadly (though only momentarily) disappointed – the first roots in this post are linguistic rather than … well, you know.

Yesterday, I had the feeling I had tapped into the meaning of the universe – and was understanding all things directly. I was listening to a group of Philippino gay guys chatting in Tagalog … and I was effortlessly comprehending everything said! This epiphany only lasted till I realized the Spanish base of the language - about a third of the vocabulary is Spanish or Spanish derived. And this linked to my years of learning Latin at school. So ‘mensa’ (Latin) is ‘mesa’ (Tagalog) and ‘table’ (English); ‘stella’ ‘estrella’ ‘star’; ‘manus’ ‘mano’ ‘hand’; and so on.

Enough?

Ok, Victorio is another kind of Latin root, but one not yet encountered in Manila:

But I'm working on it.

PS Did you know foreskin pulling is about to become an Olympic event? Victorio's pull would get a gold medal from me - it's got good stretch, great body placement supporting the pull, and fabulous participant visual focus on the pull so the spectator's attention doesn't wander from the event (as though it would!).

Billy Brandt Update

An Anon has very kindly given an update on Billy Brandt.

He now lives with his long time girlfriend and two kids in Colorado. And is working in the industry again, with Falcon Studio:



Still looking great!

And I was glad to hear things were going well for him - and his life hadn't turned into a cautionary tale.

Insistent Friends in the Gardens of the Greenbelt

Makati is a sector of Manila - a bit like a super suburb. And within this essentially well-to-do business and residential area, there is a massive complex of interconnected shopping centres and malls - Greenbelts 1, 2, 3 4 and (soon to be) 5, Glorietta, Landmark and so on.

The Greenbelts were so named cos they are/were surrounded by gardens. It's in the remnants of these that you can make some pretty insistent and rapacious friends:






All you need is some bread to crumble up in your fingers!

PS Something about the other less privileged side of life here in upcoming posts.

Julian Potok – An Unknown Genus

Can you help me out guys? I am not quite sure of the precise genus of this flora.

It’s certainly not an ‘anus horribilis’.

From its olive coloration, it might be of the phylum ‘anus latinus’. The dark surrounding furriness suggests the sub-category of ‘anus latinus hirsutus’. And within this sub-category, perhaps it's a type of ‘active pokus’ or ‘oral consumus’.

Perhaps this photo of one of its other structures might help in the identification.

And here are a couple of the specimen as a whole:

It certainly goes by the common name of ‘fuckable man pussy’. Maybe it’s exact genus doesn’t matter?

Clouds and Sunsets

Just a few of the everyday sights of natural beauty from the balcony here at Rockwell in Makati, Manila.

Andrey Shows Latvians Have Balls

I met a guy from Latvia once, and I was reminded of him when I came across Andrey, aka Quiet Andrew (for reasons not immediately apparent).

This honey-coloured voluptuary is Blog Icon material. So better book my ticket to Vilnius without delay cos you’ll grab all the seats if I don’t!

Sumptuous is the word that comes to mind for Andrey, particularly his luscious stomach and its super hot dark bush and snail trail. I think what makes the trail irresistible is the way it diffuses and melds into his muscular buttery abdomen. If I were I cannibal, Andrey would be high on my menu. Sashimi, of course. With a side order of very runny honey, spiked with cinnamon.

And then there’s dessert, just around the corner:

I’d be feasting on those balls and that tasty butt hole for days. Or months. Would I stop? Probably not, ever! And is that an archetypal man pussy or what!

Now Andrey can work a yellow couch to half to death, and most importantly knows how to do a grand finale:

As my post climax, here are some assorted close-up crotch and hole bits:

Having rather unnaturally dismembered Andrey, here he is, all put back together again, front and back:

PS I'm sure he could be considered an honorary member of the ‘Cute (Muscular) Hairy Blond Guys Club’!

Intramuros, Fort Santiago and Erotic Progeny

The Spanish colonized The Philippines in the sixteenth century, leaving in 1895 to be replaced by the Americans, who in their turn departed in 1945.

Intramuros is the old central Spanish colonial quarter of Manila. It’s located at the intersection of Manila Bay and the Pasig River, and, as its name suggests, it is a walled city within the city. And Fort Santiago was the barracks within this quarter for the Spanish military garrison. The area was heavily bombed and mostly destroyed during World War Two by the Americans, though, for obvious reasons, the official version till recently had it as the Japanese. Intramuros is subject to on-going restored.

The entrance, suitably labeled:

The old Spanish residential quarter, still bustling with activity:

C16 stone stairs leading to the fortified walls:

The lichen-covered fortified walls:

Colonial buildings above the moat:

View out over the moat:

Fig calmly strangling the walls:

Mother cat and her brood, meditating round midday:

Calesa (carriage) in a torrential downpour:

Ornate doorway, with the Spanish royal coat of arms:

A quiet nook:

Greenery invading the walls:

The ruined army barracks:

Another cat, the Attendant of Ruined Walls:

A munitions building:

View out across the Pasig River:

Nice knobbly bamboo:

Bougainvillea:

A reward for hard tourist work:

Now, these guys are the progeny of some very bad and corrupt colonial administrators:

And these, the descendants of some sympathetic and reform-minded Spanish soldiers:

Can you distinguish between these two groups of after-bears?

Of course not - a triumph for the Behaviourist agenda!