Saturday, May 31, 2014

Diego (o Zeldak,) un otro Escort del DF










Though he spread quite a few of his provocative photographs over the internet and had himself set up as an escort, this particular character seems to have disappeared of late.  I hope it bodes well for him rather than ill.








 I don't particularly like to see pubic hair trimmed, let alone shaved, and some of the poses he gets himself into look uncomfortable and less than thoroughly sexy, but there's so much that I admire about this guy that I'm happy to look at even his clumsiest pictures; and as the video shows very well (though I've certainly never experienced his talents personally) he's an expert fucker.



















As promised above, this is a video that he uploaded to some naked dude site last November, which I fortunately saved before it disappeared like the countless others I didn't have the foresight (or disk space) to save.  Though he may look a bit muscle bound in some of these pictures, one can not help but appreciate just how agile he is here and how well deserving of his efforts is the young man, whom he's so dexterously screwing. 

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Friday, May 30, 2014

Jubilee by Derek Jarman, 1978









 
I had already heard of Sebastiane, but Jubilee was the first film of Jarman’s that I saw.  It was playing at the Roxie Theater, on 16th Street just above Valencia, (in what was probably its first showing in the US) while Stephen Kaplin and I were visiting San Francisco nearly thirty five years ago to the day, at the end of May, beginning of June, 1979.  I was familiar with Punk, but what appeared in this film added yet another layer to that many layered popular movement.  The fact that some of the original British inhabitants of their particular branch of that fast growing mighty oak were directly involved in making this movie makes it at least an interesting historical artifact; but, owing in large part to the peculiar skills of Derek Jarman, it’s a good bit more.  Of course it was denounced by various insiders, and Jarman wore that denunciation with some pride, which is a measure of its strength, that it didn’t just flow over the folk who bothered to watch it, but provoked them to grumble and curse back at it.  In any case, it’s still around to be seen and questioned.