Jeremy East - Long-Term Fetish

Jeremy East has been a long-term obsession - and I have an unhealthily large collection of photos of him. Trust me, too many!

And I'm not quite sure what it is about him that got/gets me in - but the fascination lingers.

There's the solid chunky body. And super-cute college-boy face, and demeanor - though he's probably near 30 and recently retired from the business. The creamy flesh with the pink highlights of his checks. And the erotically-contrasting dark hair on his legs.

Dunno!

A wealthy friend of Edward VIII was once asked why he was totally obsessed with a certain seemingly ordinary and plain woman, and compulsively showered her with gifts of vast properties and fabulous jewels. His reply:

Well, she's got rather nice shoulders.

It's a bit like that.

So here's my tribute.

Jeremy's outdoors life:


The bod (and some other bits):


The butt:



The hole:




The feet (as though they are not in every other pic!):




The cock and the first jerk-off:


The cock and the second jerk-off:




The cock (and 'walnut' shell scrotum) and the third jerk-off:







And finally, the birthday party:



No comment.

The Art of Japanese Haiku

The haiku is a Japanese form verse consisting of 17 syllables in three units: 5, 7 and 5 syllables. It began in the late C19, and is not to be confused with hokku, a starting verse setting the tone for a potential chain of verses or haikai.

The haiku above reads:

Calm and serene
The sound of a cicada
Penetrates the rock
(Matsuo Basho, 1644-94)

And two others:

I long to meet my parents
as they were
before my birth

The crow has flown away:
swaying in the evening sun,
a leafless tree
(Soseki Natsume, 1867-1916)

Often haiku set two disparate images down, each in some way illuminating and intensifying the other. In the last poem, there are two senses of the 'departed'.

Some haiku may seem whimsical:

I want to sleep
Swat the flies
Softly, please.

For love and for hate
I swat a fly
and offer it to an ant
(Masaoka Shiki, 1867-1902)

Each haiku contains a kigo or season work, indicating when the poem is set. The sound of cicadas in the earlier example would suggest early summer.

Haiku were an important influence on certain types of early C20 European avant garde poetry, such as that of Ezra Pound.

Today, this influence is more directly imitative:

The flap of a bat,
drip drip of monsoon waters.
Ancient image stares
(Phil Wahl)

Behold the ego
Set in glowing emptiness
On the edge of time
(Noel Kaufmann)

through the fingerprints
on my window -
cloudless blue sky
(Paul Mena)

Thought I'd try my hand at one - inspired by the following set of images:

Golden sunlight through bare branches
Blond strands of a man's hair
An erotic darkness

Mmmm ... . Better stick to academia! Or I'll risk a long jail term from the quality literature police.

My defense - it's not as easy as it looks.

Wanna try?

A Feast of Flesh and Fur

Has Martin Cerny got the most mouthwateringly luscious hairy butt in the known universe (and beyond) or what?




Just crazy to get in there. And taste. And feast. Into oblivion.

The rest is pretty-ultra succulent too.





And I even wanna work on his feet!


Well, you know me by now!

The Strangely Alluring Phenomenon of the Blond Flopsy

In 'Notting Hill' (1999), there is a pivotal round-the-dining-table party scene in which all the main characters of the film are present. There's loads of taunting but sparkling repartee. In the course of which everyone reveals some painful(-ish) secret/s about themselves - all in the competitive quest for the supremely good and last-remaining brownie cake.

William Thacker's revelation (Hugh Grant - male lead and a bookshop owner in Notting Hill) is deprecatingly prefaced by the host (Tim McInnerny) who declares that

'He was handsome once but is now getting a bit squidgy round the edges. And no-one will date him when they find out his name at school was ... '

'I can't believe you really going to do this!'

' ... Flopsy !!!'

(Chorus of voices and general laughter)

'It was the hair!'

And I guess this is the Grant/William Thacker image involved:


Now all this came to mind again when I saw this saw this beautiful blond pompadour, curiously wearing the other kind of pearl necklace:


And here are a few more bone fide (blond) flopsies to consolidate the concept:









And remember, flopsies can be identifies from the back as well as the front - in case you need to do some serious flopsy stalking:


Just to check the 'flopsy' notion, a question. Which guy in the following photo is a 'flopsy'?


The grinner of course.

And just one final question. Is the following bloke a 'flopsy'?


NO! But gorgeous beyond belief! So what's all this 'flopsy' nonsense about!

POSTSCRIPT

In his time, Joseph Sayers has done some good 'flopsy' ...




... and some not so good, bit depending on your point of view ...


... and then there's his other flopsy work that just leaves you gob-smacked:


Now who cares about all this flopsy shit!!!