David Beckham, long a favorite here, has a commercial for his new commercial (as only David Beckham would do). In it, he asks us to vote on whether his new SuperBowl commercial should be ‘#Covered‘ or ‘#Uncovered‘. Like we don’t know which one will win out. But just in case, if you don’t vote, you’re gonna get a spanky. [Cut.]
The title of this post is a bit of a misnomer, but if we take ‘lonely’ to simply indicate the state of being alone, it fits. This season, I’ve decided to make a concerted effort to see all (or most) of the Oscar-nominated films. (It was much easier when the Academy only nominated four or five – today there are a total of nine nominees, which makes it both time and money consuming, but a noble endeavor nonetheless.)
I began in Boston a few weeks ago, when a day of heavy rain forced most of us inside. I had just made it to the Loews at Boston Common when it started to come down. ‘American Hustle’ was the choice that morning, and though it was still early (just 11 AM) I picked up a large popcorn and a soda and made my way into a largely empty theater. I was alone, but seeing movies on my own has never bothered me. In fact, it was a favorite past-time when I was going to Brandeis, and continues to be to this day.
On weekends, I’d board the train into the city and arrive with no plan or anything to do. When the weather was iffy I’d peruse the Boston Phoenix to see which movies were playing and where. Back then, there were a couple of theaters that no longer exist – the one at Copley Square, in the Copley Mall (where Barneys now resides) and the one across from the Sheraton near Hynes Convention Center (which now houses King’s Bowling Alley and entertainment complex).
Armed with a book and a big container of popcorn, I’d arrive early and stake out a seat slightly off-center, and slightly toward the back. I liked being alone, and I didn’t like when people tried to talk to me. Most times, though, they left a single guy chomping down on popcorn relatively alone.
Looking back, it may have been a form of escape masquerading as something more. A way of avoiding real-life, or maybe I was just trying to avoid my college classmates, most of whom struck me as immature and foolish. (I didn’t think I was better than them, I simply didn’t share their interests. And, I’ll admit, I didn’t make much of an effort to get to know anyone that well. It was better to go into Boston and be alone.)
This past weekend, I saw two more of the nominated movies – ‘Gravity’ and ‘Her’ – on my own. Early matinees, with popcorn as an early lunch. I enjoyed them both, but was bowled over by neither. Next up will be ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ and ‘12 Years A Slave’. So far, I’d give the Oscar edge to ‘American Hustle’, even if the first twenty minutes of that film left much to be desired. For those keeping track, here are the Oscar-nominated films for 2014:
“American Hustleâ€
“Captain Phillipsâ€
“Dallas Buyers Clubâ€
“Gravityâ€
“Herâ€
“Nebraskaâ€
“Philomenaâ€
“12 Years a Slaveâ€
“The Wolf of Wall Streetâ€Â
As for ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’, while Leonardo DiCaprio has already been a Hunk of the Day, he was never quite this naked, and he certainly never had anything shoved up his ass like he does here. Who needs gay porn with scenes like this?
My God some people are too dumb to function. Juan Pablo Galavis, the latest “star” of the television show ‘The Bachelor’ Â – (which I have never seen and never will) was recently interviewed and asked whether a gay person might make a good ‘Bachelor’ and here’s the ridiculous nonsense he spewed from his ignorant mouth. (If I didn’t hear the interview with my own ears, I never would have believed that someone could be so publicly foolish.)
“I respect them, but honestly I don’t think it’s a good example for kids to watch that on TV.”
“Obviously people have their husband and wife and kids and that is how we are brought up. Now there is fathers having kids and all that, and it is hard for me to understand that too in the sense of a household having peoples… Two parents sleeping in the same bed and the kid going into bed… It is confusing in a sense.”
“There’s this thing about gay people that… it seems to me, and I don’t know if I’m mistaken or not, but I meant, I have a lot of friends like that, but they’re more ‘pervert’ in a sense. And to me the show would be too strong… too hard to watch.”
You know what’s hard to watch? An attractive young man (especially one who’s had a child out of wedlock and is not exactly an expert on raising kids in a “mother and father” household) say such things about gay people. That’s hard to watch. Luckily, I don’t have to. (By the way, if you go to this link that has the audio interview, you can hear his words for yourself – I’ve not had to edit anything to make it seem more hateful. It is what it is.)
No matter how cute you are, the stain of intolerance and hatred is ugly on everyone – and it’s the toughest stain to eradicate. Those words will be with him for the rest of his life, and the daughter that he so lovingly dotes on and does everything for, has just been saddled with a legacy of ignorance and intolerance. That’s more perverted than anything I could ever do as a gay man.
Every once in a while James Franco says something that is bonkers genius, such as his recent New York Times diatribe on the selfie. In it, he extols the virtue of that vainglorious facet of modern-day technology, unabashedly basking in its power, and exposing some of the tricks-of-the-selfie trade. “[A] well-stocked collection of selfies seems to get attention. And attention seems to be the name of the game when it comes to social networking. In this age of too much information at a click of a button, the power to attract viewers amid the sea of things to read and watch is power indeed. It’s what the movie studios want for their products, it’s what professional writers want for their work, it’s what newspapers want – hell, it’s what everyone wants: attention. Attention is power. And if you are someone people are interested in, then the selfie provides something very powerful, from the most privileged perspective possible.” ~ James Franco
I love a man who has a love of a little alliteration. And I love what Mr. Franco has to say, even if I don’t believe that everyone wants said attention. For me, it’s more about being honest with the world, about not hiding behind a screen-name or a photo of your pet. Far too much of the internet involves veils and masks and an image not anywhere near real. If there’s one thing that this website does (along with all my social media accounts for that matter ~ FaceBook, Twitter, & Instagram), it’s that I always revel in the truth – as ugly, off-putting, angry, upsetting, diabolical, petty, gleeful, vain, insecure, laughable, troubling, and dull as the truth can be. That goes for my own selfies too: I may be selective about the ones I show, but I don’t photoshop or airbrush them (and there are many mornings – and perhaps more evenings – when I probably should). Pretending to be something you’re not is just asking for people to be disappointed, because eventually real-life supersedes this virtual world. When that day arrives, someone is going to see you for what you are, or aren’t, and you will either feel like a dear old friend, or a disconnected imposter.
“I am actually turned off when I look at an account and don’t see any selfies, because I want to know whom I’m dealing with. In our age of social networking, the selfie is the new way to look someone in the eye and say, ‘Hello, this is me.'” – James Franco
For those of us without family or friends on this day, and for those of us who’d rather be away from family and friends on this day, here is a post to distract and take you away from all of that, Calgon bath-style. The anti-climax of Christmas is quick and ruthless, often arriving on the day itself. I remember coming back after Christmas dinner at Suzie’s house as a kid, feeling disappointment that the build-up and lead-in was done in a few short hours, calmed and quieted only by some new toys and gadgets, and the stretch of vacation days ahead, but still bothered that it was all over already. It’s why I’ve come to appreciate the journey rather than the destination, and why, for me, anticipation usually trumps any happy ending. But this is not the time for heavy ruminations like that, I promised a distraction – and an empty and vapid one at that. (What I do best…)
Before next week’s three-part Year in Review, let’s look back at some of the shamelessly salacious skin posts, the ones that featured all that dirty and gratuitous male nudity, the gleefully naked male celebrities, and the shy but shirtless guys as well. What better day for man candy than Christmas?
This post was a Greatest Collection of sorts, Immaculate in its own naked way.
In this one, a look back at one of the greatest battles of the butts of all time.
The great and the gratuitous are on almost full-frontal display here, even if the backdoor is the preferred mode of entry.
Here is an Erection Collection, not so much in the literal sense as a jumping off point of inspiration.
A more recent post chronicled some favorite nude dudes.
And this one is a bunch of nude male celebrities masquerading as something more (but don’t worry, it’s not).
Ho ho ho! This is Dan Osborne. Because we need a little Christmas. And nothing says Christmas like a guy in his underwear and bad, cheesy backdrops.
The aptly-monikered Stuart Reardon rears his sumptuously nude butt in his 2014 calendar (from which not all of these photos were culled). Shot by the amazing Rick Day the calendar certainly plays up Mr. Reardon’s best assets. He’s been naked here before (on Louis Vuitton no less) but there is always room for more nude male athletes/models. While I haven’t been the most fervent admirer of body ink, there are several notable exceptions and Reardon falls into that rarified group. Now if we can only get Ben Cohen to follow suit and remove his.
Yes, Chord Overstreet has been featured as a Hunk of the Day prior to this, but his lips have demanded another go-round with these photos. It’s been years since I looked at ‘Glee’ (have they graduated from high school yet or what?) so I’m not even sure if Mr. Overstreet still sings in the hallway and locker room. No matter – sometimes, as these pictures seem to support, it’s better to be seen and not heard.
No need for my mindless commentary, the post speaks for itself. It’s Henry Cavill working out. And Henry Cavill shirtless. And that’s all anyone needs.
Leave it to Attitude magazine to get Ben Cohen into his briefs again, but if he wants to continue enticing his fans, he’s going to have to go a little further next time. It’s a race between Mr. Cohen and David Beckham to who will show their bum first, I just feel it. If I had to bet, my money would be on Beckham’s behind seeing the photographer’s flashbulbs first. But Cohen’s proven pretty ballsy in the past too, so it might be closer than wildly anticipated. Before that kind of glory, however, let’s take a brief look back. Scroll down and click away…
This wet underwear post was one of the first to feature Mr. Cohen. You never forget your first time.
Then there was this trio of boxer-brief shots.
And this trio of classic Ben Cohen bulge shots.
He looks good in an underwear-clad video too.
Here was his first Hunk of the Day feature.
And here he is in a cowboy hat.
Holding a pipe, and on the beach.
Working out before a little dancing.
But he’s best in these tight briefs.
Nick Youngquest has already been featured as a Hunk of the Day, not to mention in a previous naked post (nothing gets more notice than a naked male celebrity, unless it’s a naked male sports star). For this post, I tried to top those prior outings, as Mr. Youngquest is no stranger to getting nude for photographs. A man after my own heart. (No, there’s no full frontal male nudity here, but with a bulge like that in underwear that tight, there’s not much left to the imagination, no matter how active.)
Having just seen the new ‘Thor: The Dark World’ movie, I’m decidedly less-than-impressed with Chris Hemsworth (the movie lacked a suitable climax, or any emotional guts). However, these shirtless shots restored my faith in the power of Mr. Hemsworth, even if his naked post was far more interesting.
While Cristiano Ronaldo will always pale in comparison to David Beckham and Ben Cohen, he is not without a sizable fan base, some of whom will no doubt enjoy examining these photos and GIFs of the shirtless rugby star in his new line of underwear. Proof that Ben & Beckham don’t have a monopoly on briefs and bulges, these underwear shots don’t quite have me convinced that Ronaldo is the heir-apparent to the sexy-back throne, but he’s definitely a contender.
The mighty Thor is roaring back onto movie screens next week, so we might as well get another gratuitous Chris Hemsworth shirtless post out of it. I’m thinking of seeing this one, even if the first one was said to be a bit of a snooze. Besides, with the eye candy of a shirtless Mr. Hemsworth (who has previously been seen walking around this site sans clothing altogether, and a naked Chris Hemsworth is better than any other Chris Hemsworth) the movie can’t be all bad.
