I saw this years ago. Very Pixar, but less 'ornamented' (and less dressed) and actually stunning in his simplicity.
He looks like an inflatable doll, and for gay wallflowers who like to get it on with smooth chubbies he could be a godsend, if he came lifesized and with punched holes. (he later got mass-produced as a toy anyway)
I think this one's made from vinyl, but I'm afraid Coot is less squeezable than he looks...
A Valentine's present.
Now don't give me any of that urban legend crap please. Sodomy wasn't invented by homosexuals. It just came in handy for the first homosexuals, who felt restricted in their sexual variations.
There is basically nothing wrong with anal penetration. It's no more pestilent and dangerous than entering a woman's household cavity. Millions of heterosexual men explore her back entrance too. When gays do it, it's suddenly 'pervers'.
I admit that this silicone bachelor model is a bit cleaner. Yes. But there's no wriggle in it and it doesn't groan.
...Gay as in happy, or Gay as in sodomy?
'All rights reserved' by kodywrestlesbear.
It's an everlasting problem. Does this mean that Kody painted this? Not necessarily so. Meaning that I couldn't find a confirmed artist name. Internet absorbs gigantic amounts of data, but also confuses data on a grand scale.
Anyway, of all 'coming out' paintings, drawings and cartoons, this is one of the most artful and effective ones I've seen. It has a contained and yet explosive quality.
A wheelbarrow of sand and a hot oven. In case even that is too much trouble, empty the wheelbarrel in the garden, plant an iron rod in the mound and wait for a lightning bolt. The result will be a 50mm wide transparent lettuce. It looks like ice, but it will not melt. However, if you put the lettuce in a 600 degrees Celsius oven, it will wilt.
Don't underestimate them. Rubbery tentacles with sucking pads may tickle your xenophobic nerves, but for your erogene nerves they are the ultimate arousers. From our view, cephalic tentacles are multiplied penises and
Repeat mode. This series is NOT intended to promote sex with the furried, the feathered and the scaled ones.
In practical sense: some animals may enjoy the action, others will hardly notice what Man is doing inside them, others will suffer from it, and even die.
Some animals are able to bite you or kick you in the groin when you try to harrass them without their consent, but in many cases the species are defenseless, and in most countries they are not protected by laws. It's not difficult to find photo's on internet of dogs and ponies who got horribly mutilated in the process. We don't want that, and still we proceed to do that to them.
So what do I want with my damned Bestiality art, then?
Leda and the Swan is not the only event where Zeus did a mimicry to get his rocks off. The dick of this mythological tirant wagged for both busty women and luscious boys. But at one time he got the hots for Lady Europa, daughter of Io.
Leda is seduced by Hera, who disguised herself as a swan.
As a change in story, it's possible.
Ledo is seduced by Zeus, who disguised himself as a swan.
If Ledo is a pretty adolescent, yes. We could even maintain his eminent marriage to the king of Sparta, if you've seen the movie 300 and it's satire Meet the Spartans you'll know that all Spartans and Persians were enthusiast same-gender lovers.
But what about the eggs that grew in Leda's womb? With a he-Leda in the story, there would never be a Caspar & Pollux, no Helen of Troy.
Famous 'bestial' cases you find in Mythology. The most kinkiest religion ever. It spawned a zillion gods who all screwed around. With their own kind, with half-gods, humans, and animals.
One of their family members was Leda.
Leda, during the stag, sorry, doe party prior to her wedding (with the king of Sparta no less), crashed into Zeus, who had disguised himself as a swan.
In fact, he arranged for a thug - an eagle - to spook her, he 'saved' her from the stalker and she felt obliged to thank him. If you know what I mean.
'But', chirps my own private Jiminy Cricket in my ear, 'isn't it a horrible thing, glorifying animals abuse? We don't condone incest and sex with children either, do we?'
I glorify nothing. In the introduction post I did not take up photographs of evident sexual activity in the first place. And while part 2 is more explicit, I still do not glorify matters.
No matter which way we turn it; the facts of life (and fantasy) in pencil, paint, wood, bronze and marble are Art. And Art has always been a taboo breaker, or attempted to. Zoophile art is basically kinky, and unless a living creature gets hurt in the process - 'let go of that chicken, go screw an elephant!' - there's no evil black magic in it forcing or even luring people into having sex with animals.
It's old as time, anyway. And it hangs in museums.
We have a love/hate relationship with animals. Next to our love/hate relationship with ourselves. We tame both species, set them to work for our businesses and exploit them mercilessly. There's one exception: we use animals to feed ourselves, which we don't crave our own kind. At least, Man on the menu is not done.
We are a torturous breed, animals know all about it too. We do it in many ways, and often without being aware of it. We say. But 'Fishing sports' is torturing fish. No more, no less.
As a little child I couldn't grasp why at the most magical time of the year the snow wasn't white. Like in my story books.
In my whole life I've seen frozen rain during the Christmas period maybe...oh well, three or four times. A thin layer. Usually it melted away before I could even finish a base for a snowman. In all Disney cartoons and movies there was always ice on the lakes and packs of snow in the fields and the streets. Complete snowmen fell from the sky! In what kind of lukewarm shithole had I been born?
Last night I met a man, old but majestic
in his universal nakedness
His beard, caught by the wind, showed an uncut penis Can you
he asked me, spare some time for God he is
who I am and no other one and I protested, Please
I'm late I'll miss Christmas Mass.
A World War I photo. Just like Icarus escaped from the tirant king Minos, this pilot from one of the first airplanes fled his enemy (Germans?). The odd thing is, the 20th century Icarus forgot to do his flight to freedom without his wings! Or is he still in the cockpit, obliterated by the propellor engine? Then he's too late.
To remind humanity that exposed genitals do not equal porn... Because the falling guy and the men enjoying their honeymoon may all be nekkid as sin, in a few moments hot sex will be far from their minds.
Which brings me to the next chapter.
Dare artists present Icarus as sensual and even erotic?
It depends on our fetishes. Do we get horny when he ascends, or when he descents?
A few artists took the tantalizing route, either intentionally or accidentally.
Um, quite a few actually.