Category Archives: Gratuitous Nudity
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September
2012
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September
2012
The Shameless Exhibitionist
“Many different kinds of people can be exhibitionists, but they all have one thing in common: They have trouble believing in themselves. They require proof that they can thrill. Their actions are almost always based on the fantasy that seeing is believing. [Exhibitionism] arises at a stage in development when you believe that if others see something about you, it must be true.” ~ P. Mezan
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September
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September
2012
The Uncensored Prince Harry Naked Photo
Up until now, all I’ve seen are those star-censored pics that only serve to obscure Prince Harry’s ass – now here it is in all its royal glory (albeit with the TMZ watermark). I’m still undecided about this whole affair – Â on the one hand, I would never get naked when there are cel phones around (only cameras and flattering lighting). However, I’ve also never been drunk in a million-dollar Las Vegas suite, and I’m sure if I was the last thing I would be thinking of is a cel phone. Hell, I’d do more than strip naked if I were in that position, and I’ve got my own photos to prove it. So I guess I feel bad for the guy. He’s young, he’s rich, he’s in Las Vegas… where is the blame? Rock out with your cock out, Mr. Prince. No shame in that game.
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September
2012
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September
2012
A Salacious & Sleazy Weekend, For Your Viewing Pleasure
While I’m busy re-populating parts of the past (have you checked out the archives lately? Scroll down, there’s a nifty Widget at the bottom of the page, along with a new ‘Search’ feature), this weekend’s posts will be a simple collection of shirtless and/or naked male celebrities for your viewing pleasure. I’ll even get my ass out for the lone soul clamoring to see it (I’m a giver that way).
You may have noticed that construction on the site continues, but thanks to Webmaster Skip, the ship is slowly being righted, and she already looks shiny and new. For now, we’re offering a glimpse of ‘The Projects’ – they will show up in their entirety further down the road – and focusing on getting ‘The Photos’ and ‘The Writing’ up. I’ve whittled down the extravagant numbers of both to a more streamlined collection of work. There’s no sense in making you wade through filler and dribble, and even less wisdom in making me read through some piece of crap I wrote as a delusionally-self-righteous twenty-two year old.
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August
2012
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August
2012
A Couple of Gratuitous Shower Shots
Because no hotel stay is complete without a couple of shower shots – and when you’re staying at an establishment as fabulous as the 8 Dyer Hotel, you take a picture whenever you take a shower.
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August
2012
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August
2012
Prince Harry, Buck Naked – For Real
Honestly, I never thought we’d see the day, but it just goes to prove what I’ve been saying about Las Vegas all along. Only this time, it’s probably a good thing. Leave it to the folks at that bastion of high news, TMZ, to be the first to produce a legit nude shot of Prince Harry, bent over in one shot, and covering the royal jewels with only his hands in another. Fortunately for you, this site has never shied away from gratuitous nudity.
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August
2012
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August
2012
Ryan Reynolds, Supposedly Naked
Ryan Reynolds, shooting the special effects part of  scene in which he appears naked? Whatever, I’m disappointed in almost all of this – from the ridiculous pair of flesh-hued briefs, to the tropical bath mat beneath him.
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August
2012
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August
2012
Finally, A Naked Gold Medalist: Epke Zonderland
This is Epke Zonderland, a gold medalist from the Netherlands. The name alone would be worthy of admiration, but he’s got the body to further back it up.
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August
2012
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August
2012
A Naked Olympian: Danell Leyva
Per request, this is US Olympic gymnast Danell Leyva, performing his pommel horse routine (snicker, snicker) with nary a stitch of clothing. Surely this is an invitation for some seriously dangerous chafing.
There are supposedly some sexty shots of Mr. Leyva going around the internet as well, that he had sent to some admirers, but this is not the place for such smut. Let’s lift it.
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July
2012
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July
2012
Sometimes I Feel Shy
There was a great article in the New York Times this past Sunday on shyness. In it, the author discovers a number of outwardly outgoing people (Chris Rock included) who have been crippled with debilitating bouts of shyness. I read it and found myself saying “Yes! Yes! Yes!” throughout the whole thing. (I don’t usually respond to inert newsprint, so this was big.)
Given what I put up here, most people assume I’m a show-off and an extrovert. When I go out I try my best to live up to that, but going out takes a great deal of energy and preparation – more than anyone will ever know. I was reminded of Judy Garland, and what she used to do to prepare for a show. In one of her biographies it was reported that before she took to the stage, she would pump her fists, physically and mentally gearing herself up for the task at hand. It’s not easy to seduce the public. For some of us, it takes quite a lot.
The article delves into the interesting rise of the internet and the shy exhibitionist. How can someone so seemingly comfortable revealing everything – literally and figuratively – be all that shy in person? I can only speak for myself, and in my case it’s a simple matter of living my life, and having a creative outlet, with or without an audience. It may be difficult for some to believe, but I would do all that I do without any onlookers, and I’ve been doing it since 1993 to back that up.
Consider this: I started doing “projects”, taking photos and writing way back in 1993. The internet as we know it today, with all its personal blogging websites and social networks, did not become what it would until the late 90’s. I started all this insanity in the era of 35 mm film, Word Processors, and stamps that cost 29 cents. I didn’t start my website until 2003 – so for six years I did all that you see here on my own, with just a few friends that were subjected to the “wind of banners that passes through my life”.
I never had to do it for an audience, and I never had to do it in public – and if I had, I wouldn’t have had the ability. I can see where the reality would not meet up to the perception of the person some might glean from the ramblings and the photos posted here. But that doesn’t mean I’m not shy.
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July
2012
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July
2012
Rob Gronkowski Naked, As Promised
As promised, the Gronk, starkers. Not sure that ESPN was the ideal magazine cover to make (do straight sports-lovers really want to see their players naked? I’m asking…) Regardless, hats off (literally) to Mr. Gronkowski for having the balls to do this.
He loses a few points for being so disturbingly hairless, but beggars can’t be choosers.
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February
2012
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February
2012
Day of Departure
There’s no sadder morning than the last day of a vacation or trip. It’s part of the reason I book a morning return flight or train trip, or trudge to my car before the sun rises – the quicker it’s over, the better. Sometimes I’ve even left Boston at midnight, just to avoid the next sorrowful morning.
I know it’s just time games and mental tricks, but I don’t like saying good-bye, and that last day always seems like one prolonged farewell until I get home again. Who wants that feeling to last?
Yet over the years I’ve learned to slow down a bit, take in those final morning moments, even delay a departure to make the most of the day. It still weighs inevitably on my mind, but I’m coming around to a more leisurely approach to leaving. Sometimes, those last precious moments are the most memorable part of a trip – an early brunch, a morning stroll along the beach, or just another round of the snooze button – made more-so by their suddenly-fleeting nature.
Some people, myself often included, are happiest when in-flux, when we’re going or coming, en route and on the way. For us, the journey is the destination, and every minute spent waiting for a flight or dozing on the train is one of blessed relief from the usual drudgery of non-motion .
If I had to travel for my job, I might feel differently.
For now, the thrill remains, and the last morning will be met with both sadness and a smile.
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February
2012
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December
2011
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December
2011
Desire/Movement/Place/Memory
Desire is movement rather than place. But even more, the memory of that long and haphazard pursuit speaks of a certain kind of relation to the rest of the world: experience rejected in favor of remembrance, the center rejected in favor of the margin. A sense of the beautiful hovering just beyond your reach, to be reflected upon and considered. The reflection becomes, in its own way, another kind of possessing.
– Daniel Mendelsohn
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September
2011
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September
2011
My Own Private Spa
Following my amazing virgin spa experience at the Washington Mandarin Oriental, I set about to re-create the peace and calm in my own home, with relative success. For me, it was all about mind-set, and if you can mentally calm yourself, you’re already there. The proper atmosphere helps, and here’s how I set about it:
Dim the lights (it helps if you have dimmers – however, when I do this in Boston a few glowing candles does just the trick, and sometimes it’s even better that way – the dancing of the light is a soothing visual, the waves of flickering beams bathing the walls, catching in the falling droplets.) By dim, I mean dim – lower than you think you want to go. The point is to make your eyes have to adjust. You want the pupils to dilate, to go as big as possible, to take in all of the little light.
Set up a big fluffy towel and your favorite robe for easy access when it’s time to dry off. As much as I enjoy an outrageous ostrich-feather-&-velvet number, for spa moments I find it nicer to use a simple waffle-weave or fresh terry cloth robe. The goal is simplicity – to clear the body and the mind.
Turn the shower on hot, hotter than you’re accustomed to. It’s important to get a healthy wall of steam around you. It should blanket the mirrors and the shower door/curtain, surrounding you with a cloud, obscuring the clarity and the light. (I don’t do baths, but I imagine the same principles would apply if you prefer them.)
The result should be a little womb-like space – dark and warm and pulsating with heat and fluid. Your own little cocoon, wrapping you with filaments of soap and water. Speaking of soap, this is of paramount importance: find something you really like, with a focus on the fragrance. My taste is all over the map – depending on the mood it runs from green tea to pepper to neroli to mint to lavender – and there are so many variations and combinations that you only need to look to find something you enjoy.
In the background, I like to have some music softly playing – preferably something ambient and light, with subtle Eastern influences. Classical is always a peaceful standby, as are solo instruments – guitar or piano or harp. The point is to find something that makes you relax – something without lyrics or a driving dance beat. (It’s the one time even a Madonna ballad is out-of-place; the music should be colorless and for background purposes only. Once you bring words into it, the magic dispels.)
With the scene set and the preparations made (doing it all before you begin is part of what makes the experience so relaxing) there’s no clumsy search for a towel as you traipse a trail of water across the floor, no frantic cursing for forgetting the shampoo or washcloth. Take your time. Slow your breathing. Relax and go easy. At first, this may be the most difficult part of the whole thing, and my mind usually races with the thoughts and worries of the day, until I focus on the simple tasks at hand – the soap, the shampoo, the lather, the sound of the water, the comfort of the heat. Soon, the mind clears, the body relaxes, the tension dissipates. It’s a discipline, in a certain sense, but one that ultimately gives way to a soothing calmness, if you let it.
[For those who worry about the hot water and energy expense involved, I believe that if you keep your regular showers to five minutes, a little indulgence and a lengthier, hotter shower experience once a week or so won’t do any more damage than has already been done to the environment. A little pampering is worth more for my peace of mind than just about anything else.]
