a few wispy bits...

A few years back, I was at a BBQ with another gay man, of similar sensibility, were introduced, by an Australian lesbian to the expression ‘pant beard’ which we soon transformed amidst much sniggering into ‘pantie beard’.

A year or so earlier, I was en route to a raunchy gay club in Paris with another gay acquaintance, when conversation turned to trimming one’s ‘bush’, then collapsed into hysteria over possibilities of pubic topiary.

Since thrilled by the arrival of my own body hair at puberty, indicating the onset of a sexually thrilling manhood (which, in many ways, has still not manifested), I have tended to be attracted to bodily hirsuteness (in spite of a very brief early period when I thought I wanted otherwise). This preference is generally against the grain in the gay world and the straight one, except in the shadowlands of bear fanciers.

In spite of this, for the sake of appealing to a ‘broader market’, I have made some sortées into the world of pubic depilation, though have to report that my experience has yielded, at best, a great deal of irritation and, at worst, some nasty inflammation and nicks. Accepting that I probably have ‘the wrong sort of skin’ for this kind of enhancement, I have fallen back on giving myself a periodic trim.

I must add that I generally find a ‘shaven haven’ (to borrow terminology usually applied to the opposite gender) or a ‘stripped willow’ (to invent one of my own) to be a bit of a turn off. At best it appears, to me, to be a little ‘plastic’ and, at worst, repulsively pre-pubescent.

On the other hand, neglected, I suppose things can get somewhat out of hand, as featured in the following ‘Smack the Pony’ clip:

dunna dunna dunna dunna, dunna dunna dunna dunna...

During the more tedious moments (of which there were far too many) of our A-Level physics lessons at school, myself and some of my mates used to amuse our puerile minds with smutty cartoons inspired by the most recent Batman adventures. I didn’t realise until much later, reading an interview with Adam West, who played Batman, that the many of the lines were ad libs, delivered with full awareness of their campness and potential for double entendre.

The best of the cartoons were drawn by DM aka ‘the dark horse’, whilst myself and JW did my best. JW still managed an A grade and pursued a career in physics whereas I only managed a B and ended up doing all kinds of things. I must confess that, typically, what I lacked in wit and draughtsmanship, I made up for in smuttiness. More shameful than that is that I still have most of them. Here are a few for your perusal (Top, courtesy of DM, then JW then bottom, yours truly).

twecosystem blogus interruptus

I have recently rather neglected my blogs (rarely even feeding the poor fish – fortunately, plenty of smuts here to feast on) having become sucked into the twecosystem of twitter.

To begin with, like so many, I was snapping at the heels of the celebs, hoping to be noticed, including the inevitable @StephenFry - perhaps a follow him should be an automatic part of the signing up process! I was thrilled to get an occasional reply but you very rarely get followed back. So, thinking I would remain one of the unfollowed, except by bizarre or banal species of Spambots, I resigned myself to being a confirmed bottom feeder – no surprise there, I hear you all say!

However, I eventually, acquired a couple of genuine followers then, via @MrsStephenFry and the netherlanders: first hapless, lovelorn @Raymondstar, then the filthy, @DirrtyHans and Essex expat, the ‘modell’ @TheCristal plus, latterly, the lovely Fluffy, @MrsFrysPussy and the much put upon @Voolfiessonn, I fell in with a swarm of fellow followers (although, I prefer the term, fellow travellers, simultaneously more equitable and more dubious!). They proved to be just as entertaining as the celebs but much more friendly. I must also acknowledge the rôle that Marmite played, easing my passage into this niche.

Thus I find myself in a pond of often exquisite smuttiness, though still regularly manage to overdo it with the gratuitous double entendres but, generally they are kind enough not to mind and usually give as much as they get which appeals to my, ahem, versatile, inclinations.

The witty denizens of the twecosystem appear to fall into two main species which I might turn the honers and the cuffers. The former will present something lovingly honed that they prepared earlier, whilst the latter will improvise, tweeting on the hoof as it were. I generally fall into the hoofer subspecies, a cuffer with ironically poovish (for our foreign cousins, iron hoof = poof, homosexual, in rhyming slang) undertones, squirting my tweets hither and thither, with gay abandon and, sometimes, a little too carelessly.

A final word on the spambots, from the banal Shelley Ryan (whose variants sometimes return to follow several times a day after being blocked) & her sisters, offering marketing opportunities or tooth whitening, with too many numbers or random letters in their names, to the pornobots like Horny Kitty, plus the occasional exotic that I resist blocking, like Kalyn Raphael of ‘The Golden Flow and the Toltec Mystery School’. I hate to think what they’re channelling (I expect it involves juices of some kind) but hope it’s not showers.

Anyhoo TTTFN (tata twitters for now)!

in the pipeline

Hot off the press: a few fragrant items coming soon, I hope, including twecosystem, wispy bits and, perhaps, Batman & Robin too!