These two are what most gay boys' wet dreams are made of.
If you don't know who they are, these are 2 French rugby players who play for Toulouse. The one who's inked is Frederic Michalak and his friend is Clement Poitrenaud.
Here's the a picture of them from Dieux du Stade a few years ago. It's been circulating on the internet for a while - and for good reason. It's a fantastic picture because even though it's so revealing, it nevertheless leaves so much to the imagination.
They're both straight, by the way.
The EPL season is well underway at the moment and here's one of the stars of the EPL who plays for Manchester United.
Sorry to disappoint boys, this isn't a full-scale pictorial of John Smit, much as I'd like it to be - you know how it is - so many boys, so little time.....
There is actually a point to this post, other than to feature a handsome, beefy rugby player which is no bad thing in itself, I'd be the first to admit.
I deliberately wanted to juxtapose these two pictures of John to illustrate how a picture sometimes merely capture a moment but at other times, tells an entire story.
It's finally happened.
The number of friends which I now have on MySpace has crossed the 1000 mark.
It's a milestone but only a notional one in that I don't know all 1000+ of them, much less met them all. Some gay guys on MySpace have claimed to have shagged all their friends on MySpace and they have several thousand friends - a rather hyperbolic claim, I suspect.
The reality is that while I would like to get to know all 1000+ friends much better than I do now, there simply aren't enough hours in a day.
I'm hoping to at least send them birthday greetings, if not have some sort of email correspondence with some of them.
It will come as no surprise that all of them are boys - some straight, some gay, some bi and some undecided. It doesn't really matter though.
Perhaps I'm hoping for too much but among the 1000+ friends I have, there's a guy whom I really like but who's so far declined my friend invitation. This is him:
This is the very delicious Jonny Wilkinson training prior to the big match against South Africa this weekend. It doesn't look good - "No Contact"? How can we expect to win against South Africa?
I'm not really sure how this latest one should be characterised.
I've been preoccupied with something recently (which I may post in another entry - will need to talk to someone about it first) but strangely enough, my mind has decided to go with something else in this latest dream.
In this one, I was on a cross-country roadtrip in Singapore with someone (I don't remember - it wasn't very clear in the dream but I might have been with a group of friends). This is highly improbable as you can drive the country from end to end in about an hour, depending on the traffic.
In any event, as we were driving past a particularly rural area, something happend to our car and we were forced to pull over to the side of the road. Fortunately there was a house nearby which was built close to the road - elevated and partly obscured by a hedge, out of which I heard an irascible male voice with a South-African accent and the man claimed to be "the rule of law" in that area. Thoughts of apartheid South Africa entered my mind.
We decided not to go to that house for help and tried to find a neighbour instead. We were quite fortunate and and managed to find one nearby who told us that the South African was a local judge who had set a road-trap for unwary visitors to the area. Apparently he had a hole made just off a side road where our car had broken down and put a small African boy in it as a sort of lookout. He had also installed sensors on the side of the road near where the car had first broken down to trigger the device which was intended to damage passing cars.
I remember feeling infuriated about this - so much for this boermens [apologies to my South African friends who mignt be reading this - I know it is racist but it's only a dream] claiming to be the "rule of law". I hate my private property rights being infringed and I don't care who you are, even if you are the Lord Chief Justice - we are going to fight it out in court - and I intend to win.
First thing my posse and I did was to go to the little fox-hole and drag the African boy out of it and force him to tell us about the sensors and where they were installed. When we managed to get that out of him, we went and smashed up the sensors which were strangely enough, some ball-bearings embedded in a wooden pole and a laser. Afterwards, we dragged the African boy and stormed into the South African's house. I had to decide how to play it whether to go in with verbal guns blazing or to try a more reasoned approach. My instincts were telling me to go with the latter - must be my inherent respect of members of the judiciary kicking in after so many years practising at the Admiralty Bar.
Strangely enough, the South African wasn't in the least surprised to see us and he was going about his business while we exchanged legal arguments about the rule of law, the enforcement thereof and our respective roles in the process. I remember explaining why I declined to address him as "My Lord" as Singapore was a republic and therefore I would adopt the mode of address as was appropriate in Singaporean proceedings. It was also me making the point that I was intending to have this debate on as near a footing as equals as our respective positions allowed us.
The South African seemed very willing to engage in debate - it was almost very congenial - like two learned friends having a discussion about a particularly tricky point of law - firm and intellectually uncompromising but with no hard feelings between the parties afterwards.
I don't remember how the matter was resolved as the dream sort of ended in a fade-out.
It will come as a relief to many of you that I don't intend to pontificate on the law as it relates to misrepresentations - innocent, fraudulent or otherwise.
Some of you will no doubt recognise this incredibly beautiful boy as "Danny" from Sean Cody but who in real life, assures me that he's Roger from Barnsley. I know very little about Barnsley and like many people who have lived in the south of England for most of their lives, anything north of Watford is quite mysterious - all I know about Barnsley is that it's got a football (soccer) club which is currently 6th in the Coca-Cola League but that's about it.
I was logged on to MySpace IM late yesterday evening wondering whether another friend of mine might be online and Roger IMd me. He said he was bored and horny.
I was a bit sceptical about his identity at first as I recognised his default picture as "Danny" from Sean Cody and there's lots of people on MySpace who "borrow" pictures of other people to use as their default picture. Sometimes it's obvious that they do but sometimes it's not and in this case, I couldn't be sure as the biographical information on Sean Cody was inconsistent with his profile on MySpace.
I tried to be subtle about raising the identity issue and I hope I didn't offend him but he seemed to try very hard to convince me that Danny was actually Roger. I didn't need much convincing and was happy to accept him for who he.
To some extent, most of us who have an online identity probably use an assumed name and in the world of adult modelling this is, I understand, all the more true. In this respect, I'm no different - not that I'm in the adult modelling business - but I use an assumed name when I'm online - you can never be too careful about these things.
I soon came to realise that the biographical information for "Danny" couldn't be further from the truth and Roger confirmed that it was all made up. I frankly don't understand why the writers of Sean Cody needed to make up a story about "Danny". Most, if not all the visitors to the site are probably gay and don't need to be fed a made-up straight boy models for a gay website to find the models insanely attractive. Speaking for myself, I'm just as attracted to a gay guy who is from Barnsley as I would be to a straight guy from the American midwest if he looked anything like Roger.
As far as appearance is concerned, Roger definitely my type but he is so out of my league. I suspect that he is either taken or fancies someone else - Harry - who also happens to be a model on Sean Cody. I told Roger I thought he was cute which was a considerable understatement - I simply didn't want to come across as a big lech.
It was close topast midnight and I had to work today so we didn't get to chat much. He seemed nice enough though but I would have liked to have talked to him more - it was a fairly superficial conversation about interests (sex-related) and where the various cruisy places are around Bondi and Manly. I hope he's on IM again in the not too distant future - I'd like to get to him better.
In the meantime, he said that he's done a video with Billy off Sean Cody but that's not yet up on the website. I'll be looking forward to seeing it. Roger says that Billy is his type - I competely agree - Billy is also definitely my type.
Out of respect for Roger, I've not pasted any nakie pictures of him in this entry - if you want to see them, you'll need to either contact Roger on MySpace or check out "Danny" on Sean Cody.
I'm generally quite averse to birthday celebrations - after age 25, birthdays are just depressing. However, if I had a cake like the one below, I might just be able to get into the mood.......
I've not had the all my teeth falling out nightmare for a while but my latest dream, or perhaps nightmare, depending on your perspective, suggests that I have some sub-conscious anxieties which I am repressing.
In my dream, I was supposed to be 1 of 2 organists at some imperial coronation being held at the completed Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. Immediately, this dream is improbably in the present because:
1. The Sagrada Familia is still under construction, and will be for quite a while yet
2. There is no imperial family in Spain and it is unlikely that there ever will be
3. Why would I have been asked to be an organist at this coronation seeing as I am now "retired"?
Yes, I came out of retirement for my cousin's wedding a few years ago but have since returned to a blissful retirement - what I used to do as an organist almost seems like another life now, particularly as it is something which reminds me of my ex and those are memories which I'm in no rush to relive.
In the dream, we were at rehearsals prior to the coronation and I was directing the choir while the other organist was accompanying. Rehearsals then stopped for a while for the other organist and I to have some sort of discussion about the music and then I went up to the organ loft to rehearse my composition which was to be premiered at the coronation. I was not planning to direct this and was going to perform my own compostion and let the other organist direct the choir and orchestra.
I remember going up to the organ loft, first passing the secondary console in the nave which seemed to be extraordinarily huge. The loft was directly above the high altar and it was a very scary ascent. The stairs were very narrow and steep and from the height of the loft, I felt a bit queasy looking down into the nave.
Strangely enough, the loft seemed quite cramped and apart from the main console there was a little "booth" where we could watch the rest of the proceedings. At that point, I started to panic. This was a very late arrangement and I had been asked to step in for some other organist (yes, it happened many times in the past - really) and at this point in the dream, apart from having to perform my own composition, I was completely unprepared - I had no cassock or surplice and certainly no hood and what if I needed to be in the procession? I suddenly felt wave upon wave of panic assault my senses and that was when I woke up in a cold sweat.
This dream is obviously a reflection on how I hate losing control over the events in my life but why this particular setting? It is not a recent memory of something - in fact it is something completely implausible.
Is my mind trying to tell me something? I wonder........
Why didn't I discover this earlier? It would have been so fun to post it and then watch her get eliminated!
Actually, this was contributed by Locktons, a Lloyds broker who was previously known as Alexander Forbes.
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With hindsight, perhaps buying the Lexus IS250 was a mistake. Up until now I've never thought of myself as a sports car driving person but now I don't think I can get enough. I watched a documentary tonight about the making of a Ferrari 599 Fiorano and I can't see myself driving any other car which does not have multiple exhausts and pedal shifts.
My ideal car as always been an Aston Martin and that's nothing to do with the association with Commander Bond. I had always thought of an Aston Martin as the car I would ultimately aspire to because of the craftsmanship that goes into the making of each car. Here's a selection of 4 different Aston Martins - I'm no car expert and they all seem to look very much alike to me.
Meet my new acquisition:
