Brad Jarek - No Stunt Doubles Needed Between the Shoulders and the Knees

Brad Jarek is not one of the absolutely most handsome guys around. In fact, he's only ab fab between the shoulders and the knees. And consequently is often beheaded in photos:



It must be said that he is the perfect example of a certain solid hunky type - fleshy, muscular and voluptuous.

Now Brad does have a face, of course, and it's pretty damn decent, either in the awake mode:



or the asleep mode:



So when he starts getting those big Oscar-potential roles, he may go for a bit of plastic surgery on the dial.

But he certainly won't need a stunt bottom:



or a stunt cock:




or a stunt trail and bush (it IS perfection - so dense and thick and dark):


or, rarest of all stand-ins, a stunt armpit:


I've noticed Brad does get a fair amount of partial (i.e. cranial) decapitation:





Which is in fact a thinning issue.


Curiously, Brad is reputed to be one of the really bad boys of the porn industry - though not sure why. Anyone know anything?

Assaults on the Senses in Seville

As well Paris, we spent some months in Spain in 2003: Madrid mostly but also Granada, Seville, and Cordoba. This journey as much as anything seemed an attack on all the senses: visual, olfactory, auditory, taste and tactile. Let me explain.

Seville was for Semana Santa, the week leading up to Easter Sunday in which religious icons are solemnly and ominously processed about the streets of the barrios (suburbs) where they usually live. Before they journey to and squeeze into the La Giralda Cathedral. This main church of Seville stands on the site of the Grand Almohad Mosque, with Moorish influences being strong- past and present - all across the southern part of the country.



Much of Semana Santa we experienced from the balcony off our hotel room:


But we were inexorably lead into the streets to better be part of the spectacle:




During these processions, the olfactory and auditory senses are assaulted. The scent of burning candles and incense, The sound of solemn march music. And the roar of clapping and cheering, when the heavy icon floats, cunningly secreted with big strong men, were perilously and tembulously (new word) lifted to shoulder height, accompanied by dramatic drum-rolls. It now occurs to me that this exemplifies the Catholic notion of reaching spiritual experience through exciting the physical senses rather than by conscious introspection.




The Spooks or nazarenos with each icon wear pointed or cone shaped hoods, symbolizing repentance and grief. The color (black, purple, and so on) indicates the Order of Spook.


And this is all on into the night:





All over the city, there are monasteries of the various religious orders, which again assault the senses - visual, auditory and olfactory. This time through highly ordered, manicured and fountained pleasure gardens:




Food of course is the ultimate sensory experience, at least for me. And for the Spanish, as window displays only hint at ...




... with the major Iberian obsession being cured ham, sold tellingly in 'ham museums' or 'museo del jamon':


One visceral experience I was not so sure about was bull-fighting:




But perhaps our most profound sensory experience was on the bus back to Madrid. This super cutie sat beside us, pleasantly and disconcertingly distracting us from the passing countryside.



I only realized recently that he was giving himself a tactile experience in the second photo! Which now gives me a very nice visual experience. Or is it a hot sensual experience? Whatever!

Things Are Not Always As Appear

Bet you think you know what I like bout this photo:


But it's the hands. Didn't even notice the dick ... for weeks ... in fact, a friend had to point it out to me - 'I think there is something below the hands Nick' - "Oh, okay. Hey, you're right!'

But back to the hands. It's their creamy olive dry skin. And pink knuckles. The bulging veins. Slightly furry. Broad across the palms and muscular.

If you think about it, shaking hands has a whole extra meaning ... for me! I like it a lot! Like to meet me?

Mikal Janos (aka Jean Louis aka aka aka) - Sex God Extraordinaire

Do I have your attention? Could I loose your attention, more like it!!!

Look, I know everyone in the entire universe has seen a million pics of Mikal Janos, let lone have a puter chock full of his images, but he's worth another post ... if only for me. Can't hear any puters turning off ... or cybering off to another blog ... so, here are some of MY favorite photos:




Now, that is definitely one of the better cuts of dick meat in the butcher's shop!

Mikal even does cute and fetching well:




Now, if you really begged for some close-ups of his dick, I'd probably post these:



The last is an academic award all on its own! You know exactly the aroma and taste ... or what you want it to be.

I know we don't wanna believe he has a bony arse, so let's pretend this next one is of someone else. It could be, like, there's no real face visible.


And finally a couple in his (later) incarnation as Jean-Louis:



As Jean-Louis, Mikal knows his art history (past and present) in terms of its butt-flashing and other types of reclining male nudes:

'The Dying Gaul' Roman copy of Hellenistic Original of the late C3 BC

In "Male Nude Now: New Visions for the 21st Century," David Leddick

Robet Sherer 'Reclining Nude' (1994)

David Winkler 'Lego Nude'

To finish, one last great Mikal:


One of the minor characters in the play 'The Constant Wife' (W Somerset Maugham, 1926) has exactly the right question for deciding if a bloke has the IT for you. That is, if you are not quite sure. "Would you use his toothbrush?". And in the gay sex context, I reckon the question would be restated as "Would you suck on his feet?" ... .