Saturday, June 15, 2013

Benito, el Corredor de Monterrey





 
Benito is one of those rare Souls who has only grown more handsome with age,
and with that fortunate Beauty he has also grown clear in Authority and Purpose.







 
For ten years or more I've watched this brave Man reveal himself and his Feet,
for the Sake of Fellowship, so seldom rewarded, on dismal Internet Pages,
brightened only by the still shining Images that he has dared to leave there.





 
 In the photos that follow, the Barefoot Runner has caught the long sought Meal,
which he has helpfully identified as the Feet of his good hearted Brother,
and pays homage by devouring them with a Hunger that can never abate.
 





 
Here the Master of Soles awaits a Suppliant to service his well worn Toes,
to give him in turn the wet Pleasure he has so ardently and fraternally bestowed.



Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Charles Demuth's Social Life




 







 
 Supposed Recluses such as Charles Demuth, I suppose,
aren't generally acknowledged to have active Social Lives,
but when you actually look at the Work produced by this,
I don't know, self sheltering frail little Queer, this Aesthete,
you get the Picture, you get another Picture altogether.

What one finds is that despite his suffering from Diabetes,
despite living in the same quaint brick House as his Mom,
the Sick Man managed to get out and about for some Time,
and some damned good Times, before all he had to live for
were some exceedingly sensual Memories, precisely recalled.
 



 
 




Monday, May 27, 2013

DJ Panxho

 
 
 
I came upon a Photo of this formidable Barista from Jalisco,
who moonlights as a Disk Jockey in a couple of LA Dance Clubs,
very much by accident this morning, accompanied by another,
less alluring guy, a Busser who identified Panxho as his Novio.
 
By learning his Name and finding all available Pictures of him,
I soon realized that I had seen and admired this bright Youth
weeks earlier when a small selection of them showed up on Tumblr.
 
Since his Family Name is the same as that of Mike Lamas's real one
(which I won't divulge so as not to further violate either's Privacy,)
and as both come from Guadalajara and resemble one another,
I can hope they may be Cousins, Brothers, or Father and Son.