Autorretratos de Miguel Ángel Cohuo,

Mérida Yucatan 2017

After teasing his admirers for several years with countless pictures of himself in various erotic poses wearing bikini briefs or with his genitals blurred, blocked or fogged out, all of a sudden Mike has been posting pic after pic with his engorged cock fully on display (though most of them he’s left up for only a few hours so that only his most devoted fans might enjoy them.)  I’ve posted pictures of him once before here, but those were of the more enticing, less explicit, sort of old.  He hasn’t yet made any available that clearly show his face while naked and hard, but there’s no doubt that these are all of him.  I can’t complain, as the pictures he’s shown of late are far beyond anything I could have hoped for from him.  His face is as fiercely handsome as any I’ve ever seen and his agile, well muscled, body and thick cock are ample fodder for restructured memories and delirious dreams.

The Elephant Man

David Lynch 
photographed by Freddie Francis 
London England 1980

For many years my least favorite of Lynch’s films (though it was easily supplanted by Wild at Heart since first viewing,) the Elephant Man always struck me as overly fond of the benevolence of the Ruling Classes and contemptuous of the Working Poor.  Perhaps I misread Lynch’s intentions in these matters, or confused the character of the Elephant Man with his story.  Given a recent opportunity to see it again under relatively good circumstances, I decided to watch it with a more open mind and came away with a better view of it, especially in light of Lynch’s recent Twin Peaks: the Return.  One may recall a character in the Return called Freddie Sykes, whose presence in that story perplexed many viewers.  He seemed to me at the time a belated attempt to rectify Lynch’s injustice to the Working Class characters of this earlier movie.  Perhaps, though, Freddie was put in the Return (which could have been more aptly called the Retrospective) to correct my (and others') misreadings of Lynch’s first mainstream hit.  It really does seem that it’s Merrick’s desire to emulate the manners and customs of the Upper Class characters who patronize him that breaks his spirit, compels his suicide and finally breaks his neck.