Spunk [arts] Magazine

it's the little things in life that make a difference.
just because something is big and flashy,
doesn't mean, it's good...
sometimes the most amazing things in life
are ones that you find by accident.
they fall into your lap,
and then, you wonder,
what did i do without it?

the little things in life that matter,
are things that we sometimes take for granted.
we think that they are deserved,
can't imagine not having them,
and,
assume they will always be there.
but the greatest things that we do take for granted,
are things that our ancestors  probably didn't even imagine possible.
either that, or they are things that they may have been prosocuted for.
so it's a pleasure to know that somewhere out there,
there are people who cultivate and articulate our likes,
and develop, hone in on, and reevaluate our tastes,
making us rethink and reinvent who we are,
where we've been,
and who we will be as a society.
more importantly,
what we will leave the next generations.

for this reason, we have to give thanks to the people who actually do the legwork.
the ones who's eye can detect trends,
understand how certain things influence and change us,
and can evaluate and articulate what they mean to us as a subculture.


there is a movement happening,
one where things we maybe had visions of in a perfect society,
are all at our fingertips.
at our disposal all the time,
24/7, inspiration, art, beauty.
fantasy.
the hopes and inspirations of the future.
Spunk [arts] Magazine
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takes you there,
on a journey of discovery
of what is out in the world, possibly hidden,
that we all need to see.
it shows us what will inspire us tomorrow, today.
it reports to us interesting backgrounds of artists, their work, and their own ideals and inspirations. they, if read and understood correctly, will make you sound intelligent.
even knowledgeable...
it lifts the reader to understand, appreciate and learn about art in our gay society today.
it's who we are now.
and quite possibly, why.

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Michael Jackson - Man in the Mirror (Das Glow Remix).mpg

stand tall

sometimes,
just because,
i think of life,
the way it was,
when i was young,
when i was meek,
a bold man's life
is what i'd seek.
to capture and control my life,
be a better man,
and make you see,
that no one
can intimidate me.
for i am me,
and i am great,
nothing can make me
negate my fate.
to be a soldier
tall and strong
walk through the fire
like nothing's wrong.
from this day forward,
from here and now,
i'll show you all,
i'll show you how,
i conqured my fears,
i conqured all
i conqured everything
that made me think i was small.
and now, alone,
i stand,
tall.

 

man in the mirror

 

yes, he's gorgeous, but does that make him perfect?

 

why does our past,
our own insecurities of the fat/skinny/lonely/sad kid we once were,
years ago...
keep us down, probably forever,
so that all of our worst fears become reality.
we compare ourselves to others,
never thinking for a moment that the ones we think are untouchable
are just as, if not more insecure than we are.
it's a vicious cycle,
we torment ourselves trying to be as good as,
someone who, when we get to know them, we realize,
don't deserve the honors we bestow upon them.
from afar they look golden,
they look like they have everything in the world we lack,
they represent everything we hold so precious,
they are handsome, strong, sexy, and so, obviously, too good for us.
the pedistal we put them up on,
is quite possibly undeserved,
for what we really are, deep down inside,
is what in reality,
is true.
however perfect they seem,
however handsome they are,
however rich, famous, fabulous or perfect they may be on the outside,
they, undoubtedly, have flaws that they themselves
cringe over.
they themselves hope no one will discover,
they themselves
try and hide.


everyone i approach to photograph always says the same thing...
"give me a month in the gym"
dude, if i didnt think u were hot, i wouldn't have asked you in the first place...
and in reality, none of the guys i shoot,
are as hot as they appear in the photos.
theres lighting, retouching, Photoshop, every trick in the book
that makes them appear perfect,
and in turn makes them look,
better than reality could ever let them be.
they start off as handsome, but after 4 hours of me fixing every last flaw,
they appear Godlike, which, i understand, is my fault.
i know that what i do,
makes everyone feel,
that they should be better,
but that's just how i work, thats just my style, it's just fantasy.

so why do we feel, second best,
or even third.
why do we let our past rule us?
it's absurd.
why don't we try, one day at a time,
to look past our self loathing,
any to ourselves, be kind.
we have only a short time,
we live only once,
it's our life, and our moment,
don't let it go astray.
live and enjoy it,
till the very last day.
you are as good,
if not better
than that tacky old queen
standing there in her sweater...
she may have coins,
she may be hot
but what you have, in your heart,
she probably hasn't got.
so stop, look, and listen
and maybe you'll see,
in reality, your better than,
everyone you think your less than.
don't hate yourself,
love yourself.
and one day, you'll see,
that the words i have spoken,
are true, indeed.

everyone of these guys,
has had my steady hand fix them
some a lot, some a little, some more than others,
but the fact is, they're not real...
it's glossed over,
fixed,
blurred,
colored,
highlighted,
exaggerated.

living in the computer generated world, and i am a computer gennerated girl...

the internet,
a galaxy in itself, bigger than anything we can imagine,
broader with more wisdom, knowledge, and power than we could even think of in our wildest dreams.
it spans generations,
opens windows up till now locked down,
it separates us from all other species and creatures that came before us.
it's magnificent.
it's wonderful,
it's what great minds have dreamed up.
it is the future.

how we use it is another story.
instead of taking all this incredible knowledge and studying it,
we take it, we download it, we use it for one thing really...
two, maybe..
actually, ok, three.
we email.
we facebook,
and we jerk off.
manhunt counts as emailing, really...
with the promise of dumping yet another load onto the floor in front of our computers,
we scour blogs and websites,
chat rooms about fetishes we may not even be into,
cam chats where everyone is jacking off,
and we have made it a way of life.
it interfears with our normal lives,
takes time away from our relationships,
makes us late for appointments,
conflicts with our morals,
and leaves us helpless to get through a single day without the necessary stimulation we desire.
need.
obsess over.
lust after.
it makes every relationship seem boring.
all sex seem dull.
for we are so overstimulated,
overindulged,
overwhelmed...
that we don't know where else to turn.
no one can satisfy us the way a stranger in a chat room can.
so why do we even try?

no one can make us feel the desire that a porn star on the screen in your living room can feel...
it's just not possible.

and so here we are.
2012.
addicted to our online porn, chats, blogs, vids...
the next generation starts and ends...
here.

 

 

http://mybestfriendsdad.tumblr.com/ 

 

http://goodbottoms.tumblr.com/ 

 

http://revol-odep.tumblr.com/ 

 

http://dirtycomments2.tumblr.com/ 

 

http://uncle-mikes-playroom.tumblr.com/ 

BEWARE!!!!

Old Homosexual Warning Video

paying homage-Mel Roberts

Mel Roberts: photographer from the 50's and 60's but
icon: forever.

 http://www.johncoulthart.com/feuilleton/2007/03/05/california-boys-by-mel-roberts/

a man who really inspires me, and for good reason...

WW2 photographer turned gay icon.
although he probably didn't know it...
a man who's work i've seen for years, a man who's work you probably have seen also, is one of the men who changed the way we view ourselves, our society, and men, in general. although, until today, i didn't really recognize his name, but when i realized who my friend was talking about, i immediatly recognized his images. his crisp and saturated colorization personifies the time period in which they were taken. he was one of the first photographers to experiment and use color film. his the simple portraits of men, looking handsome, sexy, erotic but still tasteful, made it possible for his work to stand the test of time. they are so great because they are so un-done. they aren't really posed, more natural and casual. they are more about the person and less about the fact that the person is looking sexy. does that make sense?
the fact that he took pictures of hot skinny all american guys being themselves, in semi-posed positions and smiling for the camera, lets you see another side of the model, a real side, one not put on for any camera, but one that shows the innocence and sweetness of exactly who they were. these boys didn't think they were going to become models/abercrombie & fitch models, they were being photographed just because, no agenda, no perception, no expectations, except to maybe give the photographer a good picture. i'll bet rarely did these guys ever even see the images they created. it was a different time.


a time and place that doesn't exsist anymore, but it's okay, we can get a feel for the way they were, thanks to the iconic images of Mel Roberts...


the other thing i found out about that really stuck in my head and made me see how his mind (and mine) work in similar ways, is the fact that like me, he smoked (i smoke) pot every day. i can't help to think there's something similar there, same kind of career, same kind of photos, same kind of lifestyle...i think i woulda liked him...


http://fotofactory.com/Merchant2/merchant.mv?Screen=CTGY&Store_Code=fret&Category_Code=250_gp-RobertsMel

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it's not right, but it's ok.

Thunderpuss 2000 Club Mix...

every day, i wake up, and think....
today's the day.
well, then tonight is here faster than you can say tomorrow...
and then it's next week, and then it's June...and you think...
what the fuck, where am i?
where did my youth go?
why am i still stuck in the same place?
how do i get outta here?
but the thing is, it's a vicious cycle, it spins and spins and spins,
endlessly and relentlessly,
until it's too late.
it's not right, but it's okay...
if you recognize it while it's happening, quite possibly,
you can change it from ever starting again.
if you nip it in the bud and instead of procrastinating,
do something productive and actually talk a stand,
make the call,
reach out,
get out of bed, shut off the television,
take a shower and focus, hone in on what you want,
how to get there, and take one step at a time, and trust me,
tomorrow will be a different day.

 

and today starts, now...

illussions

because my life
was almost not,
because i thought
about it a lot.
because i never
forgot the past,
because i always
said many thanks,
because i try
because i do
because i will
and someday, soon...
become what destiny
has in store for me,
because of that,
i know i'll be
the thing i've been
pushing away for years,
the man who i'm
supposed to be,
is what i know
deep down, you'll see.
i may not be perfect,
i may not be great
but what i am
you can't debate.
the show begins,
in seconds flat
so don't be late,
just sit back.
enjoy the show,
it will make you see
the things that you had thought of me,
were just illussions
of who i used to be.

i HEART PHOTOSHOP

 

it started as a simple thing,

recolor and revise

revamp and then, reprise

 reinvent and realize

an image that i once dispised.

but Photoshop was then invented

it let me revamp become what i had intended,

a photo, a nude i let him take,

told him where to stand and what to do,

aperature, exposure, and so i knew

the shot would be a golden one,

one i'd someday look back upon

and say

"that's me, many, many years ago,

when i was just a little ho"

and when i'd look back, then i'd see,

the Photoshop helped to make me be

just how i'd like you to see me.

perfect, simple, classic, clean.

not a line upon my face,

no crows feet markings anyplace,

no fat, no gut, 

nothing but

a dirty picture,

that i wouldn't mind

going viral online.

With A Little Help From My Friends

sometimes you get jaded, just because  it's natural when you're a city boy. been there, done that, seen it all done them all, it just becomes almost natural to roll your eyes at something that's just ordinary, or just boring...then one day, someone does something completely out of the blue, from left field....and it comes so unexpectidly that it literally throws you so far from the loop, that you have to actually stop, rethink and recalculate what you've just seen, and catch your breath...try to stop time and hopefully move backwards so you can turn back time...and forget what you'd just seen, hoping the movement back in time and space makes this person who's just blown you away, actually have brain cells enough to rethink what they were just about to do or say.
but it's not humanly possible, so you are left speechless and shaking, heart pounding, sweat dripping...but what if, it gets worse, and you're somewhere trapped alone with this person, and as hard as you look, theres just no where to hide, no where to run, nothing to do, but have to deal with it, directly...

someone, a trick, during a somewhat normal sexual encounter, in a field of craziness i thought i had a grasp on, today, this afternoon, around 2pm, actually made me see that i am not as jaded as i had thought...i was actually about to learn a lesson in something i truly believed i could write a dictionary on. sexual deviants are common, i think, because in everyone's closet, is always a rotting skeleton. some of them are gentle whispering ghosts, while others haven't come to grips with what and why they are so twisted...sexual deviants, i imagine, have a hard time controling the life around them when they get turned on by something bizarre. when an extreme fetish is tantalized, it becomes overly aroused and cannot explain or take hold of themselves, for the very idea that one of their strange to the outside world fantasies may come true, they almost burst on the scene, without any power over their actions.
sexual deviants...oh, lord, deviants of any kind, but sexual, is just a trip. honestly, i have my own brand of fetish, but it's not so bizarre...to me anyway. but today, in the middle of a mutual sucking session, the guy had a great cock, nice balls, he was a little chubby, but it was more of a beer belly than anything else. anyway, he asked to rim me. of course i said, as i was always happy to have someone eat my ass....but then he asked me to sit on the edge of his weight bench, i thought it was interesting, and a new way to get a tongue up my ass, so i obliged. i stroked my dick and closed my eyes, this guy was actually kinda fun. i liked him, had been laughing and comfortable, and was enjoying playing with Mike, or Steve, or Bob....whatever his name was. he was fun.
then he went down under the weight bench seat, i believed to shove his tongue up me, but instead, i heard something behind and slide under me. and then, without notice, i felt some cold piece of metal slide on my asscheeks, and land directly inside my asshole. i jumped and screamed, kinda like a ittle girl, but whatever, i jumped. he grabbed my hips and shoved me back down and asked me in a low, whispering, sexual voice, if i could take a dump. ok, um, no, what? i laughed and tried to move this metal from inside my hole, and as i got up and turned around, i saw that under me, and in my ass, was a record player that when i gasped to catch my breath for a minute, he started, and put the needle on the record, and in the 10 seconds or so it took me to get a hold of myself, started playing Sargent Peppers Lonley Hearts Club Band, I Get High With  A Little Help From My Friends. i mean, i always hated the Beatles, but even if i had to shit diareah from hell or Indian food, would i deficate on them. it took me till the corus ended to put my hair back into a bun, and i heard myself, trying to gain composure, ask him what the turntable fetish was about, and why shit on it? and why this song? my mind raced with ideas of just how a fetish like this starts...a lonely child raised in the 60's-70's, got a turntable for his 6th birthday, but something happened, and at the moment it happened, this song, the number one song of the week came on the radio, and to this day, when he hears it, it brings back horrific memories of a single hideous moment in time....something like that.
where do we get our desires that take over and delve us into a world so black, a place so low, a fetish so strange.
sexual deviants...
an interesting bunch.
a subculture of sexual deviants that lives right next door or in the same house a syou, yet you never know. until one day...

Usher - More (DJ Louis Louis 2011 Club Remix)

More

(DJ Louis Louis 2011 Club Remix)

i want more.
tons more.
i want it all.
i want it now.
i have no more time to waste...
no more excuses left to make.
the time has come,
and so i take
responsibility
for my own fate.