So we dispatched the last of our guests this morning: hartree and datahawk to the airport, brophey driving back to Baltimore. Incidentally, Hartree’s bit of excitement last night even made the newspaper. We picked him up at the airport after they officially cancelled his flight and went over to Outback for some big slabs of dead cow. Yum! The food was excellent, as was the company. After that we headed back to the house and hung out and watched part of the Canes game.
At last word, everyone seems to have gotten out OK, so tonight it’s just me and Takaza, for the first time since last Tuesday. I’m being bad and skipping the gym one final day today because I just want to get home and relax after work. No Tivo tonight, and heck, we’re probably going to even be sitting in separate rooms most of the night, Dan in his office and me in mine. We both need our “alone-time” and as wonderful as this last week has been, “alone-time” has been a missing commodity.
There’s a furry group going to Paramount King’s Dominion this weekend, and if it were any other weekend I’d be all for it. After all, it’s only four hours’ drive away. But as things stand right now we’re going to pass, due to exhaustion. I like the idea of getting up on Saturday morning and having a few hours to myself to read the paper, drink coffee, and surf the net. And what the heck, I’d be glad to do it again on Sunday morning – yes, I’m willing to make that sacrifice (“Oh please, don’t throw me in that briar patch…”) There’s also a new art-house theater opening this weekend in Cary which we might check out if we’re up to it, but right now I’m not making any plans.
Finally, if y’all will excuse me for pointing to Mark Morford once again, I just want to say that I love his column today, “Utterly Naked Men, The Movie”
There is probably no way to put this delicately or maybe there is but I am hereby electing to ignore that rather untitillating approach so let’s just come right out and say it: There are not enough penises in the movies.
Stop it!
One more mention of Mark Morford, and *I’ll* have to start reading his column daily. …and he’s right. I want to see more male frontal nudity, too. 😉
Your wish is granted…
I’ve seen two theatre-release movies this year with FFMN.
The first one is Yu Tu Mama Tambien, which is currently in theatres. There’s enough, um, chemistry between the two male leads that gaydar will ping intermittently throughout the movie,
which is probably why Mumford devoted so much of his column to it.
The other one is _Atanarjuat_ (a.k.a. The Fast Runner), which has close to a minute of FFMN. It’s out now in Canada, and should be in the ‘States starting next week.
Both of these movies are “foreign films”…but if you can handle brief scenes of naked men, naked women, and realistic sex, then subtitles shouldn’t scare you. 😎
Re: Stop it!
Well hey, they’ve made it easy: all you have to do is go here and subscribe to Morford’s Morning Fix. It’s sent out Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and has his column as well as his very amusing commentaries on the news.
If Not, There’s Always “Mandingo”
Oh, Dan. Isn’t my website enough for Mark and y’all? *chuckle*
The subject is actually more serious than my opening suggests … the greater societal taboo against male, as opposed to female, full-frontal nudity. Just ask John Singer Sargent. Oh, wait. He’s dead. 😛
Re: If Not, There’s Always “Mandingo”
{chuckles and points to } He’s Dan, I’m Tom. Don’t worry, not having met us it can be difficult to keep us, uh, straight.
Isn’t my website enough for Mark and y’all?
Well, I was being polite and wasn’t going to comment on that, but…well, let’s just say that Aimee is a very lucky lady 😉
Re: If Not, There’s Always “Mandingo”
oOP! Sorry about the mixup. I’m still learning names in here.
I was joking in the first bit and serious in the second. *crimson* Aimee gets to put up with a preening primadonno. (“I’ll need an extra seat for my EGO.”)
Mark humorously touches on what is actually a rather serious point. Why is male nudity so taboo? Are straight guys afraid they’re gonna get a boner or something?? Now, I guess *I* don’t miss it the way that I missed T&A in “Enough” (would you believe she stays clothed throughout the entire film? the nerve!), but the subject arises *koff* in the modeling context, too. Usually to my detriment, e.g., “The [mostly male] people who attend my workshop only want to paint female models, sorry.”
No weenies allowed
You raise an interesting point. Is it something that can be chalked up to entrenched societal homophobia? That seems a bit facile, though. Perhaps a fear of objectification? A fear of comparing against another man and not measuring up? Or maybe just societal brainwashing that boobies are nifty and dangly bits are all icky?
I dunno. I lean toward the homophobia explanation, I suppose. Occam’s Razor and all that.
Re: No weenies allowed
Please don’t mention razors in this context. Eee. *reacts as to Bobbit trial details* 😛
Well, maybe that’s it, but I tend to think it’s not in the sense of hating and more in the sense of fear of having an arousal reaction. (Which wouldn’t necessarily show such a man to be of any particular orientation … but then a lot of guys aren’t secure.) Hmp.