I just happened to see Dolce & Gabbana’s latest male underwear and swimwear ad. From what I saw, the brand seems to have done it again, as far as eye-catchingness is concerned. This collection features the male Italian national swimming team. Previously, it used other Italian professional athletes as its seducers: the national football team and the rugby team respectively, as in the pictures. No other label understands the power of sexual desire like D&G does. Its sportsmen advertising never ceases to attract atttention from fashion admirers of both sexes. Clever sods!
“A MALE escort told a court yesterday how Boy George handcuffed him and chained him to a bedroom wall after a drug-fuelled erotic photo session at the pop star’s home.” according to the Daily Express.
I know that I should not laugh at the misery of this rent boy. But the story is just amusing and who knows whether or not the guy was really into this sexual, bizarre game. If the dude did not agree to take part in this kind of session, I must apologise profusely for being amused at the news. Reading about this story just reminds me of the many stories of other well-known people whose behind the scenes antics were discovered e.g. George Michael convicted of a lewd act in a Los Angele public toilet or the story of Mark Oaten, a married man and a former contender for the Liberal Democrat leadership, who quit his job after being confronted with allegations of a gay affair with a male escort. In the case of Boy George and the Norwegian bisexual rent boy, this might have been just an incident of sadomasochism that went wrong. It is hilarious to read this kind of thing on the news and it clearly illustrates that people are ready to try anything sexually. Though they have to make sure that whatever they do with their buddies is not going to go against their consent, otherwise they could end up in court like the former lead singer of the Culture Club. There’s nowt so queer as folk! 🙂
After I wrote the previous post, someone kindly informed me that it is apparently not only the French rugby dudes that do a saucy calendar. The aussie rugby players also proudly show their modelling skills by tarting themselves in the Gods of Football. It features some of Australia’s elite players from rugby league and Australian Rules football, says the site. The aim of this merchandise is to raise money and awareness about breast cancer, which will benefit the McGrath Foundation for breast cancer research.
There you are, you have two choices for your girlfriend – or for your gayfriend if you wish – as a Christmas present, in case you have run out of ideas about what to give in this special season. Either of these two flirtatious, hunky calendars, the Aussie Gods of Football or the French Gods of the Stadium might be the perfect gift for him or her. In fact, you might just as well go for both.
I hope my blog is not going to need to be censored for having adult content after posting this clip. The video is the ‘behind the scenes’ of “Dieux du Stade” or Gods of the Stadium. It is a very popular calendar of nude and semi-nude French Rugby players, Stade Français, also featuring some players from other rugby clubs and a few other sportsmen. Apparently, they have been making this calendar annually since 2001. There is also a behind the scenes DVD. The people behind this seem to make a good income out of this erotic merchandise. It is a great shame that I do not have the same type of body as these players otherwise I might join in the action. If anyone is still looking for a Christmas gift for your girlfriend this might be the answer for you!
I used to go to the high street in the town centre, here in the UK, where I live, to do the shopping on a Saturday morning. But these days things have changed; I do not do that any more as I am too bone idle, but instead I let somebody else carry out this necessary job for me. In those days, I would always have a problem getting up early to go to do the chore; I had to force myself to get out of my cosy bed, eat breakfast at a time when my stomach did not cry out for food, and worst of all I had to quickly sanitise myself and do whatever I had to do in the bathroom in a short period of time. Consequently, I sometimes could not even finish what I wanted to do, but had to rush out of the bathroom to leave the house. I suppose a lot of people who commute to work have to go through this on a regular basis. What a life we all have!
On one Saturday morning when I did not have enough time to do a number two before going out, while I was walking in the high street on the way to the supermarket, I suddenly could not stand the urge to release my browny stool any more. I hence decided to head to the public toilet; I had to, seeing that I obviously had no choice. So, I briskly and urgently walked to my destination which would later help to ease the pain in a certain part of me. When I got there, I felt a mighty relief, especially when there was nobody else there to see me running sh*t scared to the loo, except for one guy who was hanging out there for a very specific reason. I ignored him and hurried to a cubicle. By this time, I was holding very tight to my nether region. I looked at one, two and three cubicles so as to find the right place to sit. In the end, I found the one where I thought I would be able to sit peacefully and release the eruption from my rectum, but not before I covered the whole toilet seat with tissues. While it was all coming out, suddenly, the man I had seen a few seconds ago walked into the cubicle next to me. I did not pay too much attention to him as I was trying to stop the nuclear weapon pouring out of me. But the man knocked on the wall a few times and kept tapping his feet continuously. I was not scared since I was well aware that he was trying to send me a signal for something. Thank god there was no hole in the cubicle wall, otherwise he might have stuck his secret weapon through. To be honest, I was quite pissed off though I decided to carry on doing my business. Finally he just simply left and I was very relieved. After I finished, I headed to the washbasin to clean my hands, and there he was pretending to wash his hands too, while at the same time glancing at me surreptitiously. I refused to let his glare bother me and finished washing my hands before leaving the premises as quickly as I could. Later on, I realised that the guy could have been a loiterer who was merely looking for someone with whom he might have some fun in the toilet area. I guess some people are just into this kind of thing. But I was amazed at his behaviour. People are very strange indeed.
I am unable to understand the purpose of this stuff. As far as I know it is something to do with sexual preening, which in some way helps to enhance men’s masculinity. A lot of Caucasian bear-like men like to wear this kinky accessory. It is called a “leather chest harness” and is available from a certain kind of shop for adults. You would have difficulty finding it in Thailand as it is not widely known about and commercialised there. Perhaps the strap is too homoerotic and overly explicit for Thai men to wear. Certainly a lot of them would look a tad ridiculous in it! Or maybe bondage wear is just not the kind of thing for Thai men, although some might secretly order it from abroad.
A lingering question in my mind is whether this leather strap is especially designed for men or if it is also broadly used by women – I just happened to see a few women wearing this kind of item on a particular kind of website. I do not think I should demonstrate those pictures here when it is obvious that they are not very suitable for my young readers. Plus, I cannot grasp the excitement of being attired in this gear. Is the smell of leather on a man (or woman) a real turn-on? I wonder. I might try to find the answer out by myself which should be very interesting.