The Scent of a Man

I was out shopping, and an ordinary Monday of gratuitous spending turned suddenly into something extraordinary. Into a hot and fidgety-making affair. When that particular pungent musky smell drifted into my nostrils.

The odor was as though it came from:


or from:


But, then again, it could have been from pits like these:


Or these:


Whatever, those elusive hairy pits were doing their job! I never saw their owner but have been fantasizing about him ever since!

My Grandmother and Antinous and Gay Sex

I think my preference for men rather than women came partly to consciousness through looking at photographs of Greek and Roman sculpture in the great Victoria Art books at my grandmother's house. Maybe not an uncommon story!

Sculptures like:

Perseus Antikythera - Greek 350 BC

Marathonian Ephebe - Greek 330 BC

Portrait of a Man - Greek 300 BC Temple of Apollo at Cyrene, Libya

Head of a Wrestler

Barberini Faun or Sleeping Satyr - 200 BC, found in Hadrian's Mausoleum (d.138AD

In particular, I became intrigued by the sculptures and the story of Antinous (AD 110-130). Even more so after I visited Delphi in my early 20's, and saw the sculpture below first-hand:

Delphi Antinous - 130-138 AD. Archaeological Museum, Delphi


Delphi Antinous - 130-138 AD. Archaeological Museum, Delphi

Of Greek descent, Antinous was born in Bithynion-Claudiopolis, in what is now north-west Turkey. When the Emperor Hadrian passed through the Roman province of Bithynia in AD 124, the boy was taken into the imperial paedagogium. This institution trained suitable candidates to become palace or civil servants. However, between Hadrian's return to Italy in 125 and his next trip to Greece in 128, Antinous became the ruler's lover and favourite. The boy was 11 or 12 years of age. He was said to be beautiful, have great intelligence and a sharp wit, and be a great hunter and athlete. Tragically, he died at the early age of 20 - drowning in the Nile in October AD 130. It is unknown whether this was an accident, a suicide, a murder or a religious sacrifice.

Hadrian was grief-stricken. Antinous was deified and temples built to his cult. Obelisques were erected, and sculptures and busts produced in great numbers, appearing in cities all over the ancient world. A city of Antinioopolis was founded in Egypt.

Some rather blander later representations of Antinous:

Barbarini Antinous

Antinous Ecouen C18 Copy from Villa Adriana at Tivoli, Le Louvre

I quite fell in love with this hunk .... of marble! At the time. But have now and happily moved to more flesh and blood versions.

Michael Leunig - Cartoonist Philosopher and Social Critic

Michael Leunig is an Australian cartoonist (b. 1945), whose work can seem at first sweet and gentle ... but then there can be a biting and thought-provoking after taste. Like the delicious bitterness of very dark chocolate. Using irony like a razor sharp hatchet, his concerns seem to fall into three distinct categories: political, religious and humanist.

Some examples of the first group:




Some of the second:






And some from the last and my favourite group:

When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open

Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting

Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring

Let it go. Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.

His is work that makes you think, long after you've put the book/newspaper/whatever away.

Robert Ripley's 'Believe It Or Not!'

As a kid, I was for a time (oh yeah, not now?!) totally absorbed by Ripley's Believe It Or Not!. Among other things - promise!

Though initially a newspaper cartoon (from 1918 on), I came into contact with the Guru of the Unexpected in book form, being collections the cartoons, I now suspect - tho I was unaware of this at the time. The books I had were in a pen drawn format:

Though their style varied, according to the era:



I read and re-read these compendia till the pages were yellow with age. And in the end knew most of the detail by heart.

I'm a bit at a loss to know what it was about Ripley that took my fantasy - apart from the obvious. As I hit my teenage years, I became a bit embarassed by being the local expert of all things weird (tho wonderful). And finally, I think, I genuinely lost interest - or other stuff took over.

And then there was 'Life between Ripley and Now'.

Curiously, it was only recently I had any sense of scale of the early 'Believe It Or Not' phenomenon - when I saw the scale of the pavilion at the Chicago World Fair of 1933-4:


Of course no post about Ripley would be complete without a photo of the great man himself, titled, as you'd expect, 'Mr Robert Ripley and Friend':


By the way, all these photos of huge cocks are genuine:







Believe it or not!

Sucking - Part 287,365: Settling into Some Hot 69 Work

From the first tentative lick, with that wildly aphrodisiac musky smell of of his bush, and the slight taste of piss round the end of his cock:


Through settling down in front of his crotch, with ya lips gently exploring the head of his dick:


To getting ready for the serious 69 stuff, again starting with some tentative tongue work:


And feeling his warm wet tongue sliding round the very tip of ya dick:


And then slightly altering ya body weight to down his cock, as he takes yours:



And settling in for the long haul, ya arms wrapped around his now sweaty thighs and buns:


His balls flopping round ya nose - the smell his hole now drifting into ya nose:



And you know you ya wanna be here forever, and beyond, his dick slowly humping ya mouth. Till he shoots his load on ya face. And in ya mouth.

Life was meant to be this easy!