It's the closest thing I can see in the contemporary world to the gay porn of the 1970s.
There are no hard-ons -- in fact, there are no cocks -- and it's more about a sub-Riefenstahl celebration of (mostly) Aryan perfection.
A number of sleb careers have been launched through this route, including Ashton Kutcher and the fine chap featured here, whose name I don't know (any more than I know why he is, er, famous).
Despite my attempts to introduce a little aesthetic edginess into my description, this photography strikes me as fundamentally harmless. It is sweet and innocent -- like a straight teenage girl's imagining of her idealised sexual partner.
I rather like it.
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2 comments:
Why does the female (?) martian engage Trevor from behind? Very strange.
There's no predictign what an alien is going to do. Maybe she(?) has concealed about her person an anal probe.
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