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No matter what his hair looks like, or what he wears or doesn’t wear, Toby CANNOT look anything but sexy and alpha. I would do anything for this man.

I figured I should plead my case, on this separate post. : )

Oh my! Apparently I kicked a hornet’s nest. Not only do I have to contest BJ’s opinions, but some of his readers, as well! : /

But hey, I don’t mind. I fully welcome it! As I said before, I don’t mind dissent. It makes the conversation, lively and interesting!

We can disagree, without being disagreeable. Thank God, this isn’t The Data Lounge! : /

I’m actually rather moved, that parisian and Jimmy feel so protective of Toby. I also feel exactly the same way, toward some of my favorites!

Per my previous post above, I come to praise Toby, not denigrate him. I’m also a fan! Believe me; it comes from a place of love!

I want all my beloved porn stars and celebrities, to look their absolute best! That includes the ones, who I feel morally ambivalent about.

Even Toby himself, must have felt the pressure to look his best.

I discovered decades ago, why he never openly smiled. He had bad teeth. It makes sense, since he was from England. Hopefully, he later had them fixed.

I wonder if Woody from GEVI had a vendetta against him. Why would he choose such an unflattering picture, for his profile?

https://www.gayeroticvideoindex.com/S/7/24167.html

In theory, perfection can’t be achieved. It’s a standard, for which everyone should always strive for; even if they don’t succeed.

EVERYONE has pictures, which are less than flattering; even the most beautiful, among us. It takes time and experience, to develop taste and style. Some people never do. : (

But to quote Bette Midler:

“I do have standards, they may be low, but I do have them.” LOL!

I try to be objective and honest. I call it as I see it. What better way, to contrast the good and the bad? We queers are nothing, if not opinionated.

Porn is subjective anyway. What turns me on, won’t necessarily work for you. Anyone is entitled to think, I’m full of shit. : )

EVERYONE at one point or the other has been a casualty, of a bad haircut. I cringe, when I view my high school photos. I had long hair with a wispy mustache. Sheesh! What was I thinking?!

Sometimes it isn’t the length of the hair, but how it’s styled.

I adore Toby, but I can’t say this picture below, is one of my favorites. : /

His hair looks like a bob cut styled by Vidal Sassoon. I’m sorry, but yes, it looks girly – Oy! “Alpha”, Jimmy? Sorry, I don’t think so. : (

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There are some pictures poses that are unmistakably “cheesecake” as opposed to “beefcake”.

Men should NEVER pose with their knees raised up, and held together, as they lean on their hands! The legs should always be spread!

I worship Jim French! He was a homo-erotic master! But he wasn’t infallible. Even he, had lapses of taste.

In this picture below, Toby’s dick looks awesome, but he still looks like he’s posing for the swimsuit edition, of Sports Illustrated. What was French thinking?!

(I hope this link works. I wish it wasn’t so small.)

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But hey, I don’t hold these pictures against him. Not with his legacy! So many others compensate!

Even the most macho of film stars, sometimes let their guard slip. I totally respect and admire John Wayne and James Coburn, as movie stars. I worship masculinity, as I do beauty. But they too, weren’t infallible.

Get a load of this picture of James Coburn – Oh Mary! He’s dressed by Bill Blass, but it might as well be from “Ah Men”. Since it’s from 1968, I figured it must have been the drugs! LOL!

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No doubt, everyone’s seen this picture of the Duke:

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBRfYXZ9Wog/TlKuqbIbAqI/AAAAAAAABBA/fnpJ_kd71mc/s1600/John%2BWayne52o1_400.jpg

But I don’t hold these pictures against them, as well. I certainly don’t hold myself up as a paragon of masculinity, beauty, or virtue. I always say I’m a work in progress, even at this late age. LOL!

I’ve been corrupted by pop and Hollywood! I totally see the value in publicity and image making.

John Wayne’s real name was Marion Morrison. Cary Grant’s was Archibald Leach. Neither Lucille Ball nor Rita Hayworth, were real redheads. But all of them were fabulous!

Isn’t that, what it’s all about? I know I sound like an old fogey, but I think yesterday’s stars, were more compelling, sensual, and powerful! I want my porn stars, to be that, as well. I love glamour!

I just don’t see the appeal, of a lot of today’s stars. I’ll be kind and classy, and not mention them.

So in short, I rate, but not to alienate! I score, but not to floor! I tease, but just to please! I judge, but not because I have a grudge! I critique, but not because I’m effete! I assess, but not to mess!

I hope this post was clear. Love you all, mean it!

Peace. ; )

Obsessed, that felt so good, I’m changing my name to Parisian. It’s more…correcte…anyway…

As for ‘what to do about the French’, I am not sure what you mean, but I do know what I have done with many of them, mostly in the year in Paris, though. I’ve known very few in NYC, although there was a lovely French hairdresser who fucked me on the carpet of the Adonis behind that same ‘bar’ that you see in A Night at the Adonis, one where Jack Wrangler and his buddies sashay past with the ‘Moonlight Serenade’ background. I had a good bit of action back in that area, including a luscious Puerto Rican with an asshole like a delicious Water Chestnut, so delicious was it–that I sucked it and then fucked it, then made him come in my mouth! He said: “Ya want milk?” What’s a boy to say to an offering like that? I tend to err when it comes to temptation.

The year in Paris I had sex with some of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever known, and I’ve never been found so constantly to be as attractive in New York as I did in Paris–I was more like them than I was the leather-bar-scene types here–early Eagle’s Nest serious S & M was not my thing. But there were so many, Laurent Laclos, who is in one film, but you only see him at the very end frigging his enormous Prick, which I had been privy to suck off toward the end of my year. He was primarily the assistant director to Philippe Valois in their film Johan, and I’ve wondered why he didn’t perform more–but here is his face, and you’ll see why I thought 3 times was not nearly enough, he was butch as hell and had a deep whiskey voice that reminded me of Tom Jones: https://www.google.com/search?q=laurent+laclos+images&client=firefox-b-1-d&sxsrf=ALeKk01oC-su_ZLBXoIJdcaw-hcEiwWQhw:1610246819439&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwickqftrJDuAhUwpFkKHXcFDIYQ_AUoAXoECA0QAw&biw=1093&bih=473#imgrc=JLRs2u0_I-6HvM The other (and then I’ll stop boasting so much about my Sex Career) was a beautiful photographer whom I met at La Mendigotte, on the rue de l’Hotel de Ville on the Right Bank, a few blocks from where I lived at the Cite des Arts–Paris had these very elegant gay restaurants, and grunge was never the thing (although I’m sure there was a leather scene.) I want to mention Francois, because it was the longest affair I had while in Paris, and the sex we had was totally unique–there was absolutely no sense of top and bottom–never, not once: We both fucked and sucked each other to literally pretentious delirium every night we spent together. I was 20, they were both about 26 or 28.

Now, this is such a veritable piñata you’ve brought us, literally bursting with Pleasure, that I’m going to respond to all of it, but since I can’t remember all of it without having it all on the screen at once, I will first respond to the things I remember and then go back, making probably 2 posts, because it’s all so interesting.

But, as they say, and I don’t like the phrase much.,..”I digress” (and indulge).. but I couldn’t resist the giddiness which you’ve released–really the most charming series you’ve ever written. But so much material, and I can’t see them all at once unless I put up 6 windows, which I may end up doing anyway

I’ll just start at random with your remarks on Toby. I also cannot see any resemblance to Steve McQueen–couldn’t believe Jim French, as his brilliant photographer for so many of those 30ish years, would see that. McQueen was charismatic, but has none of the natural English beauty of Toby. I was interested that you mentioned he had ‘bad teeth’. There is one moment toward the end of that last long segment with Parker worshipping him that he starts talking and has this big smile, venomously English like a ‘V’, which is very beautiful and keen–it seems to happen when Parker’s beard must have been tickling him, and Parker is smiling a lot too, loves the work. I think Toby was about 6 years older, already with a lover, from whom he never parted, I think he was a producer. They were rich together. He is such a Male Legend, and hardly had to lift a finger to become one–think how few loops he made and how few magazines even. You never hear him speak, which I would have liked to have heard, nor is he ever involved in any *Divine Sodomy* in the films. Usually sucked, but sometimes sucks–as with Parker a little in Chute and that younger fellow in Workout, Morgan Winner. It’s very exciting when he suddenly sucks Parker–you’re not expecting it.

I just refreshed myself on Chad Everett, and can see what you mean, although Chad was more cute than smolderingly handsome. But yeah, he’s gorgeous in that publicity photo, definitely swoonworthy. I agree that the camera loves him, but I can’t separate this magnificent instrument from the rest of him, frankly. Oh, perish the thought! He was a fucking masterpiece. A fuck-masterpiece.

I was teasing Jimmy a little bit, because it was so cute that he would literally swoon right in front of us like that…but as for you two and the ‘alpha’, he definitely has it when it comes to the nonchalance and confidence–and especially in Chute, totally relaxed and takes worship for granted, and gets it.

The one you call ‘pensive’ is fabulous, nothing further to be said, but I also like those two you’re not so fond of. Definitely English 19th c. type, ‘Byronic’ and romantic, I agree on all that. But the ‘Sassoon hair’ one I love, he looks so boyish and delectable. The ‘swimsuit Sports Illustrated’ happens to be one of my very favourites, looks totally English, maybe even 18th c., I wrote about it on a blog I did for some years–the English hadn’t become prudish and Victorian in the 18th c. I’ll make some remarks on the other music and movie things you brought up, but do you know the score of On a Clear Day You Can See Foreververy well–I didn’t get here early enough to see it on Broadway, but it’s a gorgeous score, and I think the movie is Streisand’s worst–she doesn’t even sing well in it. Anyway, there’s this character from the 18th c. part, Edward Moncrief, who sings ‘She Wasn’t You’, probably the best song in the show (and left out of the movie so Barbra could overdo–worked for Funny Girl and Hello, Dolly! (I’m one of the few who thinks that’s her best movie, couldn’t get a better yenta), but I thought awful in On a Clear Day.. But the LP I’ve listened to most of my life–not only Clifford David as Moncrief, but also Barbara Harris so much better than Streisand as Daisy Gamble, and John Cullum as the doctor (I’ve seen him in shows when he was much older, but he was very handsome and sang beautifully way back in the 60s, and Harris was especially charming in songs like “Hurray! It’s Lovely Up Here”. But I find that one to be almost unreal, especially the angle of the Prick is so beautiful, and he was obviously versatile. Probably saved fucking for his lover, but does suck Parker’s ass at the end of Chute. Another personal indulgence: I had a lover who started with me just before I went to Paris and then afterward for 4 years who had a lot of this Byronic aristocratic handsomeness, was also a francophile like me, and was even half-French though American, but said that “I can’t make it with them”. This I could not understand, and never will. But I had a music colleague, whom I didn’t find so handsome, but a lot of people did, also said the same thing, he couldn’t stand Paris or the French. He’s a successful flutist, and I used to work with him many years ago.

Okay, I know I’m being outrageous just like you, but since it’s on the second page, I don’t think B.J. minds. He’s never said he thought we were ‘hijacking his blog’. Someone else was worried about that, but normally I’ve stopped writing long posts by now. This is different, because you were just overflowing–maybe even with CUM, I hope so. So we can do the occasional exception, especially if it’s not right at the top. So I’ll let this Prick Post shoot off, and write some responses to your singer and movie messages.

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Toby looks like he’d make a perfect Freddy Eynsford-Hill in My Fair Lady. You know, in the original Pygmalion, Eliza does marry Freddy, doesn’t go back to Professor Higgins. Would look great as Farmer Oak in the old Alan Bates part with Julie Christie in Far From the Madding Crowd as well.