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- All Natural &Increasingly- All Natural &Increasingly< NATURAL IS HOT, SHAVED BODIES ARE NOT > Monday, October 1, 2018 Sleepyhead Pic of the Day Posted by SteveXS at 7:15 AM No comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: asleep, beauty, bed, blond, hairy forearms, handsome, Hot 'n' Sexy Guy Sunday, September 30, 2018 Brett Kavanaugh’s Former Roommate THE KAVANAUGH HEARINGS | SEPT. 26, 2018 Brett Kavanaugh’s Former Roommate Describes Their Debauched Dorm at Yale https://www.thecut.com/2018/09/kavanaugh-roommate-yale-dorm-room.html In the fall of 1983, three weeks into his freshman year at Yale, Kit Winter switched dorm rooms. He had been sharing a room on the fourth floor of Lawrance Hall, entryway D, with a kid from Rhode Island named James Garman. But Garman was studious and Winter liked to stay up late, and they had heard well-nigh an unoccupied single in the basement. So they cooked up a scheme to tell the dean that they weren’t getting along, and Winter moved lanugo to LD01, a three-man suite, where two rooms opened up onto a large living area. Winter took over the empty single. The double was once occupied. James Roche, who has publicly supported Deborah Ramirez in her worth of stuff sexually threatened by Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh, lived there. And so did Kavanaugh himself.Winter immediately noted the cold, unpatriotic dynamic in LD01; the place was profoundly inhospitable plane by 1980s higher standards. “It was a dungeon space,” recollects Garman, now an organic farmer. “It was visionless and it was cellar-like, and it was thoroughly creepy.”And while on the first floor of entryway C, a group of guys had gotten together some furniture and a big-screen TV, creating a gathering place for people who liked to watch sports, the living room lanugo in LD01 remained entirely unfurnished except for an old keg — “and I think there was moreover a wrenched floor lamp much of the time,” Winter recalls. “And as you might expect in a sizable empty room, there were a lot of pebbles balls and Solo cups and trash on the floor. It was not an inviting space. It was pretty grim.” The environment was torturous unbearable that Winter mentioned it to his upper school friend Itamar Kubovy, who moreover ultimately went to Yale. “I remember Kit saying how uncomfortable it was, how creepy it was,” Kubovy recalls. [Editor’s note: Winter, Kubovy, and I went to upper school together in New Haven, and Winter’s family and mine were friends.]Especially icky was the shared bathroom, which was unchangingly covered in vomit. Kavanaugh and his crowd, whom Winter characterizes as “loud, obnoxious frat boy-like drunks” were the hardest drinkers on campus plane when then, when nonflexible drinking did not hold the stigma it does today. In a statement older this week, Roche recalled Kavanaugh “frequently drinking excessively and rhadamanthine incoherently drunk,” and Winter corroborates that recollection. “There was a lot of vomit in the bathroom. No one overly cleaned it up. It was disgusting. It wasn’t incidental. It wasn’t, ‘Oh, this weekend someone puked in the bathroom.’ People were constantly puking in the bathroom. Constantly.” Lori Adams, a retired psychiatrist in Underhill, Vermont, was a friend of Winter’s at Yale. “I remember,” she says, “that you couldn’t use the washroom considering his roommates vomited all over the floor and didn’t wipe it up.” (Winter clarifies that Roche wasn’t much of a drinker and that although he himself drank a pearly value during freshman year, he very rarely drank to the point of throwing up.)The social dynamic within the triple was nonexistent to the point that Winter felt uncomfortable. From the start, Winter and Kavanaugh barely undisputed one another’s existence. He remembers no conversation between them. Kubovy, still in upper school at the time, sometimes visited Winter’s dorm room. “It’s weird never saying hello to one of your two roommates,” he says, in retrospect. (Several years later, Dana How lived next door to Kavanaugh, and his recollection is similar. Kavanaugh and his roommates “didn’t talk to anybody,” How remembers. “They were completely antisocial. The door was closed. These guys were completely disconnected.”) In LDO1, Kavanaugh and Roche were moreover very nearly strangers, equal to Roche’s statement; “Brett and I did not socialize vastitude the first few days of freshman year.” (Roche moved out in December of that year.) Once in a while Winter and Roche would talk late at night, sitting on the floor in the double, “leaning with our backs versus the beds,” Winter remembers. “For the last 35 years, if everyone had said, ‘Tell me well-nigh Jamie Roche,’ I would have said, ‘Jamie Roche is the most stand-up guy you would overly hope to meet.’ Jamie stood out as centered, mature — increasingly of a gentleman than the frat boys. He had nice manners.”Many of the residents of Lawrance Hall that year describe the social life on campus as extremely tribal and isolating, with the elites and legacies hanging with each other, dominating and creating ripples of inarticulate fear, while the outsiders — the nerds and the scholarship kids and the people of verisimilitude — circled the outskirts seeking friendly alliances. The fraternity brothers at Delta Kappa Epsilon — to which Kavanaugh pledged — could be heard in the streets at night chanting. “There was unchangingly increasingly than a strong whiff of sexual violence hanging over the Dekes all the time,” says Garman. Dana How recalls consciously deciding to stay yonder from one of Kavanaugh’s frat brothers — he can’t now remember the reason why. Another person, who arrived at Yale from a working-class background, remembers encountering the upper levels of the social hierarchy for the first time and understanding them as “dangerous.” “I remember thinking, ‘Oh, you’ve got to be really shielding virtually these people.’ I saw it through a matriculation lens.I don’t want to be somebody’s little mouse. I don’t want to be somebody who gets eaten.Looking back, I perceived things as dangers rather than, ‘Oh, fuck. This is crazy.’Whenthen, it was sort of a game where there had to be some way to play it where you weren’t a victim.”All of which may go some way to explaining why the undercurrent in LD01 was so silent and charged. Kit Winter is gay. He had come out to his parents the same year he entered Yale, and lived on his own on and off for months, including — during the summer surpassing higher — in New York City on the Lower East Side. He had multiple piercings in his ears and wore a motorcycle jacket and his hair in a punkish pouf. People remember him as visible and strong — “he wore his soul on his sleeve,” says someone who dated him at the time. So it is perhaps not too surprising that he and Kavanaugh, the jock from Georgetown Prep, failed to connect. “Jocks were often the whammy of gay people at Yale at the time,” says Adams. “They didn’t treat them well. I had gay friends who were stalked, followed home, their doors tamed in, things like that.”Winter adds that at that moment in his life, he was inclined toward isolation. He would sooner wilt a student leader at Yale and, during the early years of the AIDS crisis, a visible gay activist. But as an 18-year-old freshman, he was still working things out, and disdainful of the sheltered, privileged people who dominated his environment. “I was out, but I was still a little alienated. I was not really a joiner, I don’t think. Yale was not a particularly gay-friendly environment, but I was moreover not a particularly friendly person. I looked alienated. I felt alienated. I drank a lot.”What is surprising, however, expressly in light of today’s priority on hearing and empowering the voices of society’s underclasses, is the extent to which Winter and all the unpatriotic kids who arrived on Yale’s Old Campus (where all the freshmen live) in the fall of 1983 regarded the social structures and their places in it as normal and expected. Winter felt that his own discomfort, the essential weirdness of his living situation, was barely worth mentioning. “At the time, my response to most stuff was to listen to increasingly punk waddle music and to have a scotch. I felt very abandoned. You could have thrown rocks at me and I would have kept my throne lanugo and kept walking.” Winter did tell his friends well-nigh his living situation. “I remember that Kit was really unhappy with his roommates,” says Lori Adams. “They were jocks and Kit was an out gay man with peroxide blond hair. He was uncomfortable there. And he didn’t spend much time there.” But he didn’t tell anyone with any validity to transpiration things. Winter had once cashed a chit to move to the desired single, and he didn’t want to irritate the dean with complaints.Which is why Winter didn’t say anything when he came home one day that fall to find a sufferer pigeon nailed to his door — not on the front door of the suite, but on his own bedroom door. “It wasn’t rotten or anything. I unsupportable that someone found a sufferer bird on the ground,” he says. “I interpreted it as an act of social hostility slash terrorism. I thought it was a very well-spoken message. ‘We don’t like you, and we don’t want you here.’ I didn’t know who it was who didn’t want me here. I didn’t know who had washed-up it.” Again, Winter didn’t tell authorities or administrators and he didn’t undeniability the police. He didn’t try to icon out who had washed-up it — though as someone who lived in Lawrance that year points out, it was washed-up by someone with serious intent: “The doors were really dumbo wood. It would take some real hammering to get a pigeon nailed to that door.”Winter threw the bird away, and told a few friends, and the story circulated, as stories do. “I think my unstipulated response was, screw you. I’m not going anywhere,” he says. But what’s remarkable now is how little a wafer it made in the memories of Winter’s friends or the other people in his dorm, as if such targeted attacks were just part of the everyday. “I remember this moment of hostility virtually the bird,” says Kubovy, “but it’s all part of the blur.” By email, Roche confirms that he moreover vaguely remembers the pigeon.But the incident, and that whole tense and silent year, have forced Winter to think a lot well-nigh the nature of memory, expressly during a time of intense emotional minutiae and heavy drinking. “I have thought a lot well-nigh Kavanaugh’s statement on Fox, that he never drank so much that he didn’t remember what he had washed-up the next morning. And having witnessed the level of drunkenness of Brett and his hairdo in that dorm, and the vomitous produce in the bathroom, I find that very nonflexible to believe. I was not a vertigo drinker, but there’s tons of stuff I don’t remember considering I was drinking a lot, frequently.Everyonewho drank a lot in higher and can stand up 35 years later and say, ‘I am sure that did not happen’ inherently lacks points to me.” # # # Posted by SteveXS at 7:56 PM 1 comment: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: sufferer pigeon, Kavanaugh, roommate, Yale Grab Bag Sunday Posted by SteveXS at 11:09 AM 1 comment: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: Grab Bag Sunday, mixed sets Saturday, September 29, 2018 Saturday PM Posted by SteveXS at 10:43 PM No comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: GIF, photo montage It's Your Race, Run It Your Way Pic of the Day https://www.jacksonlaundry.com/ Posted by SteveXS at 10:27 AM No comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: athlete, Hot 'n' Sexy Guy, hot young jock, Jackson Laundry, race Friday, September 28, 2018 Weekend Posted by SteveXS at 10:01 PM 1 comment: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: acolyte, prayer of thanksgiving, the weekend A Little Naked MaleEspritPic of the Day Posted by SteveXS at 7:17 AM 2 comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: hot bods, naked male camaraderie, shower, wet Thursday, September 27, 2018 Hot Shot of the Evening An all time fave. Posted by SteveXS at 10:01 PM 1 comment: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: abs, balls, boner, bush, cock, dick, hairy armpits, Hot 'n' Sexy Guy, naked, pecs, penis, pubes, sack, schlong, testicles Rocky Morning Posted by SteveXS at 7:22 AM 2 comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: vitals button, bulge, Calvins, hairy chest, hairy pits, Hot 'n' Sexy Guy, hot body, outdoors, peekin pubes, shirtless, treasure trail Wednesday, September 26, 2018 Wednesday PM Posted by SteveXS at 10:06 PM No comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: GIF, photo montage How do I miss these things?! Myth-busting and triumphal bisexuality on Bi Visibility Day People are sharing their coming out stories, dispelling misconceptions and highlighting the struggles still faced by those who identify as bisexual. https://twitter.com/i/moments/1043677764736311299?cn=ZmxleGlibGVfcmVjcw%3D%3D&refsrc=email #BiVisibilityDay SOME FACTS: - we're not greedy - we don't have to 'pick a side' - we aren't half gay/half straight - stuff in a straight relationship doesn't make us less/not bi - we aren't increasingly likely to trickery on you - we're not pansexual - we're valid - we're real 6:38 PM - 22 Sep 2018 Why are so many bisexual men still in the closet? https://www.shortlist.com/news/opinion/bi-visibility-day-bi-men-in-the-closet/372093 Posted by SteveXS at 7:20 PM 2 comments: Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest Labels: bi, Bi Visibility Day, bisexuality What's for Breakfast Pic of the Day I'd say muffins . . . 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That’s natural, too. One of the weightier things well-nigh stuff a guy is stuff unique and not just an imitation of somebody else.There’s been an anti-natural wayfarers going on for a long time: telling healthy guys that if they wannabe cool, they have to mow lanugo the garden of male identity. Some campaigners are pervs who want dudes to squint like boys. Some are women who want to tenancy (i.e., emasculate) their men. Some are ignorant teenage girls, and some are muscle freaks who get off on seeing muscles oiled up without hair on 'em, but that’s a variegated fetish.It’s not as treasonous or painful as circumcision, but it can mess with your head. How can you be proud of who you are if you believe hair in the right places is wrong? Whether it’s “manscaping” pubes or chest hair, shaving pits, or any of the other phony shit, take pride in stuff the only one of you there is. I have no respect for dudes who shave their pits, pubes, chest, or legs. Manscaping is queer . . . and not in the good way. Smooth as a baby's ass or hairy as whatever, be proud of what you’ve got. As Scooter and Bubba say: NATURAL IS HOT, SHAVED IS NOT!If you like the buffed, puffed, trimmed, shaved look, go for it. If you’re doing it for your partner, icon out why s/he likes it. Hygiene? Take a shower! If you just like the look, fine, but think how really queer (not the good way) it looks to have shaved pits and hairy legs, or a shaved crotch and scruffy face. If you believe in it, go all the way. But stop teaching young dudes that natural is bad. Stop making them red-faced of who they are.We all have the right to be and squint the way we want, but taking something yonder does not add to what you’ve got. Like the guy who’s insecure and thinks his junk looks worthier if it ain’t surrounded by full bush. Sorry, pal, it just makes you squint like a plucked chicken. Stubble is stupid.The rencontre for a little non-commercial blog like this that's here for your art appreciation and entertainment (or whatever enjoyment you get) is that so many dudes have been persuaded what’s natural is bad and the only way to fit in is to desecrate your natural gifts. It's a rencontre to find pics of guys who really are all natural. So we (me and you who send pics) do the weightier we can. And once in a while there are exceptions -- guys who are so good lookin’ you gotta requite 'em a pass.Planethen, folks who follow this blog (yes, there are very biological girls) say hey, that dude was really hot but imagine how much hotter he’d be if he didn’t shave-trim-manscape his chest-pits-pubes, etc. In the end though, like they say, eyeful is in the eye of the beholder. BTW, no commercials, no selling, no asking for money. Good dose of progressive politics now and then. Glad you’re here. Have fun! Powered by Blogger.
