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This site has been created so I can share my most intimate thoughts, experiences and my queer take on the world as I see it. I hope you enjoy what you see, and if you do - feel free to share it!

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There are no beaches in London.  None.  This is a view from our hotel room – Waterloo Station and the city behind. See. No beach.

If you want to spend a day or two or more – in our case more – looking at naked or near naked men – you’ll see an occasional stud on the plinth of a building entrance.  But it’s in the museums where the treasures are kept.  AND OMG – what treasures we found.

We started at the Tate Modern. Not much figurative work at all there.  That museum is dedicated to the time period in art history when the body was banned to make room for three stripes (or blots) on a 20 ft long canvas.  We did see this Rodin which became a staple Plaster of Paris decoration for the lamp tables of the mid to lower brow. To his credit – Rodin said he thought this sculpture was his worse – too sweetly sentimental.  I think he used more hard terms.  And he is right.  But the man, for his part, is a hunk.

We found our first jackpot at the Victoria and Albert.  For a Queen whose name is given to an Age of Armor Plated Girdles, I’ve got to say – her naked men are magnificent.

And if you like your sex rough – beyond the clubbing is a really nice Rape of the Sabin Women.   We saw a lot of marble hewn on these subjects.  Seems our ancestors were what we now see people as self-identifying on their internet profiles – KINKY.

Love this.  I imagine this woman giving a lecture on art – “You see children, the penis is not a flappy little thing like this.  The flappy thing is meant to hide the penis.  Oh dear – pity the pretty man whose penis is hidden here.”

Most of the men at the National Portrait Gallery were VERY dressed.  But we did find this worthy lad whose butt in tights is so fine that he’s worth every bit of gold mosaic about him.

Buckingham Palace turned out to be a rich erotic experience. Way more on this in the future.  The find was the work of  Alexander Stoddart, the Queen’s Sculptor,  whose bas-reliefs adorn the foyer of the Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace.  Stoddart’s men were such perfect sculpted muscular ideals that they deserve and will get their own Blog in the future.  I am inspired by this work and plan to pay it homage and incorporate into some future work of my own.

The incomparable subject of the Battle of the Giants.  Many artists have tackled this subject, often with erotic success as has Bartolomeo Coriolano  in his woodcut.  This too, found among the Queen’s treasures, inspires me.

Sometimes I find great erotic power in a detail.  King Louis XIII of France was not a handsome man judging by his portrait by Philippe de Champaigne.  But his legs :-)  Sneaker designers who model their output on Transformers Action Toys might consider an alternate inspiration.

The British Museum, home to such world-class treasures as the Elgin Marbles from the Parthenon, contains the most amazing collection of work depicting the male form in its most erotic manifestation.  Our ancestors were veritably loopy over the finess of the male physique. In stone, as decoration on clay pots, and in bronze and beyond – the celebration of male sexual  beauty is vibrant at the British Museum.

Sometimes artists hide clues in their work – referring to other art – making associations that slip by the average looker.  Or is it just my mind that notices that vessel decorating this art deco panel from the bronze elevator doors at Selfridges Department store (preserved at the London History Museum) looks a lot like the vessel balanced on the erect penis of the man on the Greek clay bowl?  I’m not saying I know – but I wonder.

– Tom

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