Life is hard for some youths.
posted by Alexis du Bois @ 11:12 PM
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
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From the hair styles, outfits, and price I would guess this is from the early 1970s. Love the calves on the svelte fellow in the middle. I wonder what ever happened to Rodney?
About 100 years ago, in my twink phase, I was often gifted with books like this from a very nice, massively overweight, old guy who would drop them off at my workplace in a wrapped package. I had once had a long conversation with him at a bathhouse and I think he was grateful that someone had even talked to him. Sometimes, there would be actually good books included (William Maxwell's "The Folded Leaf," for example.) And occasionally he would include "artistic" picture books; I remember one that featured nubile Sicilian youths frolicking nude in the verdant fields. It just skirted the edge of kiddie porn. Sadly, after many, many moves and the desire to reduce the packing as much as possible, I no longer have any of these.
Enough reminiscing... must go to work.
Since this doesn't appear to be showing up in the comments section, I'm going to post it again. My apologies if suddenly two ejaculations appear.
From the hair styles, outfits, and price I would guess this is from the early 1970s. Love the calves on the svelte fellow in the middle. I wonder what ever happened to Rodney?
About 100 years ago, in my twink phase, I was often gifted with books like this from a very nice, massively overweight, old guy who would drop them off at my workplace in a wrapped package. I had once had a long conversation with him at a bathhouse and I think he was grateful that someone had even talked to him. Sometimes, there would be actually good books included (William Maxwell's "The Folded Leaf," for example.) And occasionally he would include "artistic" picture books; I remember one that featured nubile Sicilian youths frolicking nude in the verdant fields. It just skirted the edge of kiddie porn. Sadly, after many, many moves and the desire to reduce the packing as much as possible, I no longer have any of these.
Enough reminiscing... must go to work.
Steverford, you are repeating yourself. That makes me so horney, I can't leave the house without forming a picture of you in my mind. Are you middled-aed, and sexy? Then, I am for you!
That's "aged"
I still love you!!!!
Ah, nubile Siciian youths. That reminds me of my cousin, The Baron fon Gloeden, who left me a grand collection of HIS books of art photography. Taormina never looked so good.
No, I am old and decrepit and apparently–since I'm repeating myself–afflicted with presenile dementia as well. The last time anyone considered me sexy was during the Roosevelt administration (Theodore, not Franklin).
On the plus side I do have a quite realistic view of myself and I'm VERY well read, though I seem to have missed the no doubt estimable fiction of Rodney Smith somehow. To fix that I just ordered his complete works from Amazon.
Steverford, I'm having a difficult time even spelling today. I need to get into my Dr. Phibes coffin and get some rest.
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