Oucha magoucha, he is teh hotness, ain't he? This Gap ad always made me wanna steal the warm spot in his bed.P.S. Yes, that's what he's doing. If you've never tried it, don't knock it.
photo of Raoul Bova via Bent
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Schwing!
Oh. My. Goodness. HOT.
His expression is like he got caught doing something, but on purpose. Mmmm....
Thats clearly a clothes hanger that he has in those subtle but masculine hands, framing those rippling abs, and the strong arms, with chiseled handsome face and bedroom eyes and .... ummm ...
Anyhoo... what were we talking about again?
Oh.
Clothes Hanger. Hmmmm. Yes
Nice to see a guy who likes things properly hung. A man of like mind, obviously.
I'll never look at a hanger the same way. Am I just imagining he has his nipple clamped?
I think its definately just your imagination running away with you there, Mikey. But then again, I can easily imagine that he is ....umm ..... ooh .... never mind.
I would swear that he has his nipple clamped, but then I'm the King of Wishful Thinking.
I don't need to fall at your feet
Just 'cause you cut me to the bone
And I won't miss the way that you kiss me
We were never carved in stone
If I don't listen to the talk of the town
Then maybe I can fool myself...
I'll get over you.. I know I will
I'll pretend my ship's not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
'cause I'm the king of wishful thinking...
Hotness. HOTNESS.
I always liked the name Raoul. So melodic yet masculine. The way it rolls off your tongue.
And men named Raoul are always hot (Re: Phantom of the Opera).
Ah, Go West. One of my favourite '80s bands. 'We Close Our Eyes' etc... rock on.
It may be wishful thinking. Personally, I'm gonna believe that he disassembled the hanger for just such a purpose. Wow, bodhi, I'm not so sure THIS discussion would be making my grandma smile, coming on the heels of the post about her, especially.
Loved that 'Go West' song, too.
Wingedman, yeah, it's a great name. Maybe someday I'll have a Raoul of my own. I saw 'Phantom' this summer. What a fabulous cheesefest!
Well of course it's clamped. First thing in my mind.
And you just know how sore and swollen and red it's going to be, right.
Some boy's gonna need some sucking, that's for sure. Uh huh. Maybe give the other one a pinch, fer luck.
loulou
Swollen? Sucking?
[Shakes head]
Sorry Mikey, [looking distracted], you were saying something?
Anyhoo, I love Go West as well, obviously, and am quite the 80's fan (its my era, people). And was it just me, or did any of the rest of you find the longer haired guy in Go West cute? Strange, I normally go for the shorter hair types, but then again, it was the 1980's.
OK, let me google this.
Ahhhh, Thank Brad for the internet.
The shorter haired dudes name was Peter Cox. The longer haired guy that I liked is Richard Drummie. Giggle, so its a choice between the Cox and the Dick boys (now thats my kind of multiple choice).
I swear you all aren't looking at the same picture if you don't agree. I've enlarged it, zoomed in, clarified, sharpened, all in the name of answering this question, of course. He's clamping it, as well he should be.
M'kay, I agree already Mikey. Funnily enough, I enlarged whilst actually zooming in, clarifying and sharpening. But maybe thats just moi. I'm sure your right.
Now go pet a puggle ;-)
One word, so many connotations. Ain't language grand?
Remember old Malcolm, the guy who I used to visit at the flirt4free? He once placed 50 of the spring-type clothespins on his body and only two were on places other than his junk. It was striking. Like a piece of pop art.
Meanwhile his Mom got out to the clothesline and was seriuosly pissed.
Seriuosly?
I mean, what's going on with me? Seriously?
God, loulou, Andy was right. You are fucking ID-tastic. You are so right about the pain. If you've done the clamps, and I think we all know that you have, you know the pain is when they come OFF.
Andrew, yeah, hee, she's out at the line with all the washing and the pin bag is empty and she's all, "Malcolm!" and he skulks out with 40 clips all over hispin bag. Funny, he would dance around like that, if you asked nice (paid).
Also, Drewby, your last few posts remind me of the email I got today from my long lost e-gay. I hadn't heard from him in months, which isn't totally unusual. Still, we'd always respond to mail. He seemingly ignored mine for two months at which point I'm all "Bitch better not even write back now, because there'll be no excuse good enough". SO today I get the mail, all a crazy mix of random spelling, punctuation and capitalization. Turns out brotha had brain surgery in October. Maybe there is a good excuse, eh?
Oh, I hope your e-gay friend is ok now (eccentric grammar aside). Did it make you feel like a very bad, bad person? Even for a moment?
Malcolm's mother is so fed up with buying new pegs. That and having her nice clean washing come off the line mysteriously smelling like nutsack.
I just got a tingle betwixt my thighs thinking of the smell of line-dried freshness salted faintly with a hint of nutsack. No lie. Tingle. There is nothing I love better than crawling in a bed made with sheets dried in the wind. Add some eau de ballsack? My short hairs are standing on end.
I think ol' Davey is OK, but I haven't had all the details yet. I shot off mail asking him why he's just NOW starting to apologize for his spelling. Oh, and to get the update on his health. I'll keep you posted. He's also a funny man, short of stature. I met him in the flesh once, and shortly thereafter his hand met my flesh.
Ballsack, the French writer?
You are a friend to short, funny men the world over. I find that somehow, encouraging.
AND on a mission to sample from all the United Nations. I already have the Security Council, but I'm a whore for complete sets.
Michael said...
God, loulou, Andy was right. You are fucking ID-tastic. You are so right about the pain. If you've done the clamps, and I think we all know that you have, you know the pain is when they come OFF.
Yes and knowing they're coming off... ::shiver:: .. but, wait. What am I fucking? What did I miss?
The boots Michael, don't forget all those boots...
Ah yes, of course, the boots. I was momentarily confused, then stunned when she mentioned 40 some cashmere jumpers, those being basically a child's onesy outfit around these parts. Once I remembered it was our 'sweater', I was awed.
Ooh, musta missed 'em. Point me to these Id comments, will you? Give meself some further stroking.
I am Andrew's Id made manifest?
"Id: resides in the unconscious and is driven by the pleasure principle.
It is the most primitive, passionate, and irrational psychic force."
Can I be my own id or are you mine? Are there rules? :P
He-yyyyyyy, just wonderin'. May I wear lavender fairy wings, leather bustier, cashmere panties and high boots? I think that would suit me as an "Id". ::whisper:: All I need are the fairy wings. I have everything else. ::/end whisper::
Now I'll check back later for the original comments. Massage me, boys!
loulou
Cashmere panties! It would seem you're being massaged already.
Actually 40 jumpers are now washed and beautifully felted (Andrew take note) and ready for sewing as a "throw/quilt" for my couch.
I have the same again of cashmere suitable for business casual. Mostly my Banana Republic - metrospiritual look. Hamptons/Paris/Milan. Ya know. The usual.
I'm all about the sensual.
Loulou, if we're all gonna get at being each other's Ids, then I think step one = safe word.
I pick 'theodolite'.
Always SO predictable, Andrew. ;-)
The Id line from Andrew was at his blog, and I can't recall which post. Andrew?
It's not pure cashmere, but I just bought a cashmere-silk blend sweater at the Banana. Coupled with white shirt and charcoal pinstriped pants..the new black loafers....I'm throwing the bait out there this weekend and if I get a nibble, I'm ditching the breeders toot sweet.
And what a sweet toot it is, no doubt.
Gah, you gonna make me search my own archives!? Read my own pearls and gem of entries. Revel in the contradicitons, the genius wit, that says ME. What do you think I am, ego driven?
I found it! The ID manifest stuff.
Michael's glistening dome tip in glorious Italy. Remember? Simple, succinct, subtle yet with a touch of juiciness and humour.
Cashmere panties but ye-eeesssss for I do not fib about such things. Imagine how I glowed and went all over giddy when mine eyes did alight on them. I might have throbbed for a moment or two. I think they were supposed to be sleepwear. from the Republika of Bananah last Chrismukkah.
I have trousers too in cashmere for on the plane, ya know. And my cashmere shawl instead of their germ-ridden blankets. Gah. Cashmere Queen.
Throwing the bait out?! Michael, you will be devoured: just eaten alive!! Classically suited with understated minimalism and a hint of sensuousness. A little taster, so to speak. Touchability, if you will.
Now, stay safe!
Andrew, Safe word: the crow flies at midnight (try to get that one out or even remember it!)
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