Aug 13, 2016
1. His face
2. His physique
3. His missing right leg
Most people find #3 neutral or even a turn-off, but for a surprising number, it's a big plus, making him infinitely more attractive than guys with four limbs.
The absence makes the whole body stand out in vivid detail, drawing our attention to every muscle.
The lack of symmetry brings a pleasant dissonance, like a minor chord in music.
We're not supposed to look, not supposed to notice; when looking is forbidden, it becomes erotic.
A fetish is a primary erotic interest in an object or part of the human body other than the sex organs. Acrotomophilia, the amputee fetish, is all about the absence.
Most amputee fetishists prefer guys with a single missing or shortened limb.
Some prefer double missing limbs, two arms, two legs, or one of each.
A smaller but still significant number prefer four missing limbs.
They can be quite specific about how much of the limb should be missing for optional erotic potential.
Whatever type they find preferable, partners are hard to come by.
Although there are nearly 2 million amputees in the U.S., over half are elderly diabetics with a host of medical issues, probably not interested in erotic exploration. Less than half have lost limbs due to accidents.
It works out to about 50,000 gay adult men with missing limbs and no significant medical problems that would preclude dating.
With a combination of prosthetic limbs and innovative mobility techniques, amputees can do everything anyone else can do, including drive a car, swim, and lift weights. There's a guy who goes to my gym who is missing most of an arm, yet has fully defined, symmetrical pecs and shoulders.
Didi (Tracey Ashton), one of the people Earl had wronged ("stole the car of a one-legged girl).
Plus her boyfriend, played by Cameron Clapp, a triple-amputee athlete and motivational speaker (seen here surfing).
The Amputee Coalition offers support groups and assistance to help amputees and their families and friends live to the fullest. One of its activities is the Paddy Rossbach Youth Camp, a traditional summer camp founded in 2000 that has served 790 children with limb loss and limb difference from the U.S., Britain, Australia, Mexico, and Tunisia.
Some like the attention -- anything that makes you stand apart from the crowd is a good thing, right?
Most dislike being objectified, reduced to only an amputee, just as guys dislike being sought after simply because they are Asian or black, or have large penises. They want to be desired for their face and physique, their eccentricities and quirks, their accomplishments, their intelligence, their sense of humor, and everything else that makes them unique.
An uncensored version of this article, with nude photos, is on Tales of West Hollywood.
Sunday morning, 8:00 sharp. There's a knock on the door. I peer through the peephole: it's my ex-boyfriend Jimmy the Boy Toy, and Kyle, the twink he dumped me for, plus at least three guys I don't know.
"We're surprising you with a West Hollywood party!" Jimmy announces. "This is Chester, Ravi, and Jeff." They pile into the apartment and start setting out bagels, cream cheese, fruit, and yogurt. "Got any plates?" someone yells.
"Party -- what?"
"Kyle and I know you're feeling depressed on the Plains, after going back to California last month, missing all those wild West Hollywood parties, so we thought we'd bring one to you."
"Um,,,those usually took place at night, and we had a little advance warning." I haven't showered or shaved yet, the bedroom is a mess, and you never have strangers in your house without locking up your valuables!
"Then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
"Well...where did you meet these guys?"
Chester is Kyle's ex-boyfriend; Ravi, a friend of Jimmy's visiting from California; and Jeff is a guy they hooked up with on Grindr last night.
"Ok, ok, let me just get dressed."
"That won't be necessary! First game -- Celebrity Dating!"
Tales of West Hollywood.
Aug 12, 2016
Timmy just moved into an apartment down the hall. I see him often in the laundry room, in the foyer waiting for a ride, and walking down the hill toward downtown. He is around 30, short, slim, with very short black hair, greased back, a long face, prominent ears, and big veiny hands always clasped together as if in prayer, unless he's carrying something. He's always smiling.
"Hi, Timmy," I always say. "What are you doing today?"
"Hi, Boomer," he answers in a monotone. "I'm going to work" or "I'm doing laundry" or "I'm waiting for my friend."
When he's going to work, he always wears a pale blue long-sleeved shirt and a clip-on black tie. Otherwise he always wears a very tight t-shirt, yellow or blue. Nice chest.
Something is definitely off about Timmy, but I can't figure out what. His reactions are slow, his movements are a little jerky, and he doesn't understand unless you use short sentences and simple words. Autism?
I look him up on Facebook. He's a high school graduate, he likes country-western music, he has 27 friends, and he works at Rehabilitation Services, which provides jobs for people with intellectual disabilities.
I call my friend Ross in the Psychology Department: intellectual disabilities, what we used to call "mental retardation," affect 2-3% of the population. 90% have "mild" or "moderately impaired cognition." They aren't good at abstract thought and higher-level reasoning, they need predictability and structure, but they can do almost everything the rest of us can: work, live alone, handle everyday problems, and have social relationships.
Timmy is very cute....
Tales of West Hollywood.
Here are 10 celebrities who I somehow managed to acquire shirtless photos of, although I know nothing about them except that they are, or were, on tv.
1. Andrew Triscitta.
Aug 11, 2016
When I saw this black-and-white photo of the muscleman with an old-fashioned swimsuit and hairstyle, I figured he must be a 1950s beefcake star, like Troy Donahue or Rock Hudson, maybe one of Henry Willson's stable of gay and gay-friendly actors hired for their physique rather than for their background in The Taming of the Shrew.
But I thought I had covered almost all of them, even the most obscure.
Turns out this guy was born in 1969: this is a faux-retro photo from the 1990s.
At the same time he was a correspondent for Good Morning, America, working on the Oscars, the Golden Globes, and other events, and interviewing celebrities from Mario Lopez to Wolfgang Puck.
Any gay content? Oh, I don't know. Look at those abs.
Ok, ok, he plays a gay character in 54 (1998), with Ryan Philippe (with a gay kiss edited out), and Getty Images has some pictures of him at the Gay and Lesbian Film Festival in L.A. in 2011.
That's enough gay content for me.
One afternoon shortly after I returned from my summer in France, I walked into my apartment on 13th Street in the East Village of New York to find a very attractive young man in a business suit on the couch, getting intimate with my housemate Edward.
I was shocked. Edward was a fey art appraiser in his 60s, who rarely dated and never hooked up. And his cardinal rule was: no nudity in the living room.
"Hi!" the very attractive young man said.
"Hi. I'm Boomer, Edward's housemate."
Edward hastily stood. "Terribly sorry to break a house rule. I lost control of myself. Boomer, this is my nw assistant, Andrew Marvell (accented on the second syllable, Mar - VELL). I hired him while you were in France."
"How are ya?" Andrew said, holding out his hand to be shaken.
"Nice to meet you. Not very coy, are you?"
"You know, Andrew Marvell, the Metaphysical poet? 'To His Coy Mistress'?"
Andrew stared blankly.
"Where are my manners?" Edward said. "Would you like to join us? Please be my guest."
The uncensored story, with nude photos and explicit sexual content, is on Tales of West Hollywood.
Aug 10, 2016
Apparently he was the star of a newspaper comic strip launched in 1934 by someone named Mo Leff. It lasted only a year, but was reprinted in comic books in both the United States and France.
Peter Pat, aka just Pat, was carried off by a winged warrior to Pagoland, a sword-and-sorcery fantasy world, where he proved to be a superb fighter -- for a three year old.
What's up with the oversized Dick Tracey head?
Pat has a sidekick named Pom, a even younger toddler (is he wearing a diaper?) with an old man's head.
Is Mo Leff just inept, or is there some reason for this weird phenomenon? Maybe in Pagoland heads get older and bodies get younger.
I don't know why his shorts and belt changed color.
The people of Pagoland had a preference for "p" sounds. Pat's prim pony Pepper promenades in Pagoland pastures.
Mo Leff was also the ghostwriter for the Joe Palooka strip.
Omar Khayyam (1048-1131) was a Persian poet, astronomer, and mathematician who may or may not have written the ruibaiyat (4-lined verses) ascribed to him. The compilation came three hundred years after his death.
It became famous in the English-speaking world with the translation by Edward FitzGerald (1809-1883), based on original manuscripts in the Oxford Bodleian Library. The first edition (1859) contained 75 quatrains. New editions increased the number to 101.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
After all, life is short: we should seize the day:
Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and - sans End !
Up, smooth-faced boy! The daybreak shines for thee!
Translator Edward FitzGerald was gay. He was with William Kenilworthe Browne from 1832 to 1859, in spite of their both being married. His romance with his second lover, a fisherman named Joseph Fletcher, or Posh, lasted from 1865 to 1873.
Aug 9, 2016
I'm depressed. I've lived in the Plains exactly three years today. I miss the gay neighborhoods of California, New York, and Florida:
1. Heterosexuals are aware that gay people exist.
2. You can be open without getting stares, idiotic questions, and quotes from Leviticus.
3. You can be assured of meeting gay people everywhere you go: the bank, the post office, the gym.
"I know what will cheer you up," my friend Gabe says. "Antiquing! There's an Antique Fair and Farmer's Market on Saturday in a small town about an hour's drive from here."
"Are you kidding? You want to cure my depression over living in a small redneck town by taking me to an even smaller, more redneck town?"
"Antiques," he repeats. "Every gay couple within a hundred miles will be there."
"So, like three gay couples?"
"If you're going to live on the Plains, you're going to have to get over your fear of small towns. There are some open-minded people there, not just bigots.."
"Ok, we'll go," I said, "But incognito. No androgynous costumes, no camping it up, no holding hands. Everyone will think we're a heterosexual father and son."
Gabe smirks. "Sure, Daddy. Whatever you say, Daddy."
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It was created by Chris Savino, who previously worked on such gay-context classics as Rocko's Modern Life, Dexter's Laboratory, and My Gym Partner's a Monkey. It's a naturalistic series about a contemporary Michigan family with a husband (Brian Stepanek), wife (Jill Talley), and ten daughters, all apparently biological progeny: Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, Lily.
And one son, the central character, 11-year old Lincoln Loud (Grant Palmer, left).
You might expect a lot of "battle of the sexes" plotlines, with stereotypic boys and girls fighting it out over pink ponies and baseball practice. But conflicts are mostly about the sheer size of the group:
Lincoln wants to sit at the "adult" table at dinner.
Lincoln struggles to get a favorable seat in the van for a family trip.
Lincoln buys headphones to drown out the noise in the house.
There are few boy-girl dating plotlines, but few gay-subtext plotlines either. Lincoln has a best friend, Clyde McBride (Caleel Harris), with a standard preteen bromance going on.
But Clyde has two Dads, Howard and Harold McBride, the first male-same sex couple to appear as a couple in any children's program in the U.S.
They are not a stereotyped fey gay couple: one is tall and thin, the other chubby and balding.
Nor do they appear just once, for shock value, and then never again. They have appeared in at least four episodes, and been referenced in more, a standard part of the Loud House world.
They are voiced by Michael McDonald and Wayne Brady, comedians who have played gay characters in live productions, and are probably aware that they are making history, even if the kids watching are not.