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Nectar

Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine—good God how fine. It went down soft, pulpy, slushy, oozy—all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large Beatified strawberry.

KEATS in a letter to his friend Charles Wentworth Dilke

Photo: “dan1984dan” @ dudesnude

Just married

Damon D’Oliveira & Maxime Desmons, Bastille Day 2009, Wards Island, Toronto

Uplift (redux)

done

 

Revelation

Uplift

Bastard angel

 
“People expect, as I did, the famous writers and poets to be just open and wonderfully giving, and they were not. They all wanted to go to bed with me.”*

The fiery force is nothing more than the life force as we know it. It is the flame of desire and love, of sex and beauty, of pleasure and joy as we consume and are consumed, as we burn with pleasure and burn out in time.

HAROLD NORSE, from his preface, In the Hub of the Fiery Force: Collected Poems, 1934-2003. New York : Thunder’s Mouth Press, 2003.

*Okay, maybe it’s me, but I can’t imagine anything more “open and wonderfully giving” then someone expressing their want/interest/desire “to go to bed with me.”  Thanks for the memoirs, Harold.

Photo: ChicosVegas

First Paragraph

The centurions captured the boy in a raid on his family’s home somewhere in Gaul—he didn’t even know the exact location, maps not being particularly common in his part of the world, or reading for that matter. He’d been ten at the time of the attack, perhaps eleven (calendars were also scarce): too young to fight, which was the only thing that saved his life during the initial raid, but still lissome, and the conquering soldiers thought he might fetch a good price in the slave markets back home. Either in the Coliseum, if he toughened up during the thousand-mile march to the Eternal City, or, if they were lucky, as a sexual servant in one of the decadent wealthy houses that has multiplied like the pox with the empire’s ever-expanding power. Along with their gods and their architecture, many noblemen in the new Rome had embraced the ancient Greek custom of regarding women as cattle: necessary for breeding, but not much else. It was a boy to whom one brought one’s most ardent—and adroit—lovemaking. It was said Nero himself enjoyed slitting a boy’s throat as he sodomized him, so that his death throes would cause his anus to contract around the royal member, and bring the emperor that much more pleasure.

DALE PECK, Body Surfing

Pleasure indeed to have a new Dale Peck novel in my hands.

Love is a boy

I enjoy sex immensely.

Sex is one of the better parts of life, I think.

the most beautiful part of a man’s body

the most beautiful part of a man’s body
I think it must be there,
where the torso sits on and, into the hips,
those twin delineating curves,
feminine in grace, girdling the trunk,
guiding the eyes downwards
to their intersection,
the point of pleasure.

DUANE MICHALS, from The Nature of Desire

Duane Michals at Pace/Macgill

It was a pleasure just to light his cigarette.