samedi 31 mai 2014

Gaston Goor: A Mythological Scene



Portrait of my boy friend

You are a cute boy, a late teen boy, or an early twink boy, somewhere in between,
You have the body of a young man, and the face of the teen boy you still are...
And I love your face... Your smart and witty eyes, your chin and your forefront,
And your lips I love so much to taste and to caress...

I love your smooth face, so sweet to caress, and your hairs, a forest where my fingers love hiking...
I love your choice of shirts and sweatshirts, casual streetware, mirroring so well your personality...

I love you too, because you are a smart and interesting boy, a freshman and undergraduate at the University,
And you are enthousiastic and curious, critical and talkative about all what you learn and discover...
I love our endless talks, and our silences, and your smile, and our laughs, and the way you look at me...
I love to read your class assignements, your papers, and I love to discuss about your readings, about literature and philosophy, about physics and metaphysics...

I know you so well... I know how to please you, I know how to make you laugh, I know when you don't want to talk...

I know when it is time, or not, to play with you the tender games of Eros, how to caress you and how to slowly undress you and to embrace you, feeling your breathe, your warmth, and starting with you journeying along the paths of desire and pleasure...

I love to go to movie theaters or to concert halls with you, to have a dinner at a Japanese restaurant or to have a drink in a trendy café...

I love when you send me a SMS "I love you, Mark", and I answer: "Me2, me2...."

I love when you call me, late in the evening: "Mark, are you still awake ? May I come ? I feel lonely tonight..." And I love when I hear you knocking at the door, when you hug me...

I know you so well...

 

Boys tenderness...




Today quizz

Boy or girl ?
I feel troubled and fascinated by this portrait...
There is a kind of eery and ambiguous beauty,
A romantic and sensual expression...
Blue eyes, long brune hairs, sweet pink lips....
I would say... a boy... A beautiful boy, challenging the borders and definition of gender...
And yes, I could fall in love with him... actually, I already did...

And you ? What do you think ? Boy or girl ?

May 31st 2014: Fragment of a Diary


 

Locker Room

Slow choregraphy of young male bodies,
Grace and modesty, shyness and sensuality,
Dressing and undressing, slowly,
With the innocence of young cats...

Clair obscur: Iconic pic


Digital Narcissus

"Garçon doré, mon élu, mon aimé,
Tu es beau comme la lumière d'un rêve,
Au seuil de mon éveil, lorsque les yeux fermés,
Je te vois encore, tendre compagnon de mes nuits...

Garçon doré, garçon adoré, 
Je sens tes yeux bleus ouverts sur le jour qui commence
Et tes lèvres roses offertes au premier baiser
De l'amant calin dont les rêves n'ont pas de fin..."

Eraste de Saint-Amant
Poèmes garçonniers
2009


Apollon


Le Docteur Duteil: Today Quizz....






Est-ce que l'un de mes lecteurs reconnaît la personne qui tient le rôle du Docteur Duteil ? 

Does any of my reader recognizes the man playing the part of Docteur Duteil ?








mercredi 28 mai 2014

A black and white kiss


May 28th 2014: Fragment of a Diary



A cute boy (who knows he is cute...)




May 28th 2014: Fragment of a Diary



Undressing

Is it a fashion show ? Probably...
I love the choregraphy of young male undressing...
So much grace and modesty, sensuality and shyness...
There is no gay porn pic that could reach such a high degree of sensuality and mere eroticism...

Don't you think ?

Digital Narcissus

Am I the only one to fall in love with this self-pic, with this boy ?
I love his eyes, his pink and fresh lips, and his fingers on his chin and lip...
A finger on a lip is like an interrogation mark on a portrait...

Herbert List - Wrestling Boys (1933)


lundi 26 mai 2014

You, again...


Closer


Teasing look, teasing smile...



May 26th 2014: Fragment of a Diary



Back to Pierre

Some pics fascinate me...

Some boys I never met, some boys I found a portrait or a series on the net became part of my life, I love to look again and again to a mysterious face, to a romantic expression, to a gaze, to a visual riddle...

This portrait of Pierre by B.A. (blog les diagonales du temps) is for me a Classic, an iconic pic... I feel mesmerized by his face, by his long hairs, by his gaze, by what his face suggests and hides at the same time...

I am fascinated by what Pierre's gaze tells, expresses, mirrors...

The photographer is the only one who could unveil a part of this mystery... Who was Pierre ?

If I am correct, there was another portrait series where Pierre has short hairs... He looks more boyish, perhaps less romantic... But no less fascinating...

If I was a writer, I guess I could start a novel from Pierre's portrait...

It does not matter if what I imagine does not fit at all with reality, with who Pierre really was...

He became an icon for me...

A part of my imaginary life...

And this post is dedicated to him...

"Pierre, who are you ? What is your story ?"

Perhaps he will answer me in a comment of this post...


Ecstatic Dancer

Who is the author of this painting ? S.C. 2000 ?
I am sure David will know...

I love the way the artist expresses and depicts boyishness, young male sensuality, male pleasure...

I love the wild animal touch of a young male face facing his own pleasure, his little death...

I love the coincidence between closed eyes and open lips...

Lips open to breathe, eyes closed on one's own deep pleasure...

Ecstatic Dancer... Dancing on the border of death and life, of body and soul, of a fleeting feeling and eternity..

Ecstasy of young male pleasure...

A teaser for a regular visitor and inspired commentator on my blog...

I bet he will know this post is intended to him...
Ex (s-)Aix A la Recherche du Temps Perdu...

Mitch Hewer: Iconic Pic

 Sometimes, a face, eyes, a boy are like an horizon...
An horizon to fly through...
An horizon for dreams and thoughts...
And for desire too...






The show must go on...

Thank you everybody for the kind comments and feedback...

Thanks for sharing your thoughts and feelings, what you like and what you don't, what you find inspiring or not...

More posts to come later today ...

Mark

vendredi 23 mai 2014

Anyone out there ????

So frustrating to blog, to keep a blog alive, when there is so little feedback from my visitors...

Do you like the music of this blog ?

Are you returning visitors ?

Will you visit my blog again tomorrow ?

If my blog disappears, would you miss it ?

What should I do to make it more interesting ?

Thanks for your comments !

It is easy to post anonymous comments, please feel free to share your thoughts !

"Fuck that, I'm done": Fragment of a novel



Digital Narcissus: About a teasing boy

I wonder who is the intended viewer of this self-pic, of such a sensual and intimate self-pic...

Bold eyes, wet lips, so wet they were just kissed, or they dream about a kiss, a kiss from you, from me...

And such a plain, a topographic view of the milky and smooth topography of a late teen or early twink boy's body... Light and shades are sculpting his chest and torsoe, his navel, his two pink tits are the only landmarks providing caressing fingers with directions, with a goal to reach...

And there is the boxer, how long will it resist the viewer's gaze, his desire and his loving hand ?

Tell me, cute boy, you who are so focussed on your smartphone, who is the intended viewer of this self-pic ? A girl friend you want to seduce ? Or do you want to check how seducing you are, for a boy, like you ?

What is your desire ? Who do you want to be loved by ? What do you feel ? How does it feel to look at oneself, half naked, lying on his bed, waiting for the one who will love you, make love with you ?


If you need me...

Next update of this blog: date unknown...?

Digital Narcissus


I love the light and the colors, I love the feeling and mood of this intimate self-pic...

A bathroom, again... Why ? Because there is a mirror, indeed...

This so moving boy doesn't look at the mirror, but at the mirror of the mirror, at the screen of his smartphone...

Such a pic is a portrait of the smartphone and of the hand holding it as well as of the boy...

I feel moved by this boy's face, by his gaze...

Why does he look so serious, so focussed, so concerned ?

Is he concerned by the technical quality of the pic, does the smartphone 's cam work correctly ?

Or is he puzzled by his own reflection, by looking at his portrait, at his face, at his gaze ?

What kind of image, or portrait, of self-pic am I creating of myself ?

Where am I ? On which side of the mirror ?

Is there desire, homoerotic desire without metaphysics, without questions on who I am, on who look at me, on why I offer my face to a desiring (and unknown) viewer ?

This is a fascinating, an iconic self-pic...

It raises so many questions...

"Etudes de nu": photographic variations on a pictorial theme