Showing posts with label jocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jocks. Show all posts

Friday, March 1, 2019

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Friday, March 7, 2014

Old scars

The swimming pool where I swim

Yesterday at the swimming pool (I try and swim 30 lengths 3 or 4 times a week and yes I wear Aussiebums) the local footy team was training.  It's been nearly 50 years since I've been bullied or beaten up, but I at once felt threatened.  The change room was filled with young men, all apparently straight, all macho as.  Gruff voices.  Testosterone.  Too many.  Too macho.  Too reminiscent.

Never mind that they were all younger than my own children, and that if I put my mind to it, I would easily be able to cow them if I needed to.  The memories of being in a crowd of boys, being bullied.  The memories of the acrid contempt, the disdain, the dislike.  The memories of loneliness.

Scars.  Physical (I'm blind in one eye because of school bullying).  Mental (I can't go into a room of unknown young men without being afraid).  Even 50 years later.




Friday, July 26, 2013

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Lance Franklin

I'll be uploading a new chapter of Footy tomorrow. Meanwhile, enjoy this beaut footy player, Lance "Buddy" Franklin. Of course, boring boring, just because he's here for us to admire doesn't mean he's gay.



Friday, July 20, 2012

American Football Hunk



Well, he's holding a Wilson football, used in America. So he's prolly an American Football player.  He could, of course, be a Parisian rugby player, or a ballet dancer slumming it for the arvo. What do I know?  But he is undeniably a hunk.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Transformers

The helmets make them look like transformers (you know --  those robots who can transform into machines)   and they mean we can't see what they look like.  On the other hand,  their "girdles" (as I'm told they're called) are extraordinarily sexy, especially if they're white and see-through, with their jockstraps underneath.

Sadly, I don't know who these blokes are or which teams are playing.  But they are beaut as.

And once again, precisely because football or soccer or footy players are ueber-men, they are permitted to hug and kiss each other.


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Conquest

Again, the interesting (and erotic) nexus of dominance/conquest and sex in men.  In some circumstances benign; in others (rape, for example) evil.

[See also Conquest and sequel]

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Soccer Ball

I'm incredibly busy right now with so much stuff to do, for the job which pays the mortgage and my writing, editing and blogging.  OK, that's just an excuse to share this beaut bloke with you.  Isn't he just the cat's pyjamas?

Thursday, May 19, 2011

While we're on ...

... the subject of American Football ....


The Arkansas Razorbacks, to be precise.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 86

Keith coloured crimson. He looked away. He mumbled something.
Jason just went on looking at him.
Keith looked up from the table and met Jason's eyes. “It's all very well for you. You're a stunningly handsome, incredibly sexy man. Blue eyes, blond hair, sportsman's body, straight-acting. You can probably get anyone you want.”
It was Jason's turn to colour. “C'mon!” he muttered, turning away.
Well, you are. Jeez, Jase, just admit it!”
Jason turned to Keith and stared directly into his eyes. “Keith, you are a handsome, sexy, lovely bloke. Look at you now!” And he touched Keith's chin with his finger then turned his head to one side and then the other. “You're handsome, you scrub up nice – don't think I didn't notice – and you have a kind heart. You have lovely eyes.”
But you don't want me.”
I don't want anybody.” He paused for many heartbeats. Then he said “Keith, my dear, you are not a nothing. Being gay doesn't make you worthless whatever the bigots say.”

[From GayTwoGether]