It’s Monday. It’s snowing. Again. So, in keeping with lots of other bloggers I follow, I think I will start posting photos of men I desire. Here he is: Monday Man.
I already feel guilty. I have – once again – compromised myself and distracted ME with pretty pictures of pretty men, turning them into objects and fodder for sexual (and emotional) fantasy. I think about – and worry about – this a lot; this conundrum. I want people to love me despite the fact I am nowhere near any physical ideal – you know, love me for my spirit and brain and such? Right.
We are who we are. I am attracted to certain things, and, for whatever reason, what gets me going sexually is the male body. Is THAT about objectification? Or, does the objection to objectification begin JUST when one starts preferring a PARTICULAR type of male body? I mean – was I somehow indoctrinated – and if so, how and when? I’m supposed to feel BADLY because I WANT people to keep making TUMBLRs and
and Marc Jacobs ads and
Andrew Christian commercials with hot, mostly naked (or, all naked) guys? Hmph.
And in that vein; tonight, Dancing With The Stars returns. Derek is back.
I haven’t forgiven him for buying a house with Mark, though it’s none of my business since I had already dumped him when I got back together with Russell from whom I’d drifted apart once he returned to the UK after The History Boys closed on Broadway.
But he’s back, albeit kissing (and OTHER things) Groff in Looking.
So, don’t give up hope Derek. If Russell keeps up these shenanigans, maybe you and I have a chance after all. Not until you move Mark out of that house though! And QUIT flying to Russia. Have you NO IDEA how dangerous that is for gay people? Sheesh.
And then, after Dancing … another episode of MTV’s TeenWolf. This season’s “Evil Stiles” focus proves once again that gay men drive this culture. We were ALL blogging and shipping Dylan O’Brien last season – not to say – OBSESSSSSSING – and then, BOOM, he’s made into the lead of the show. AND HE’S NOT EVEN
GAY A WOLF!
And, uhm, the twins?
So, yes. I OBJECT(ify) – often and well. And if I didn’t have social media on which to do it, I would have been collecting old snapshots like these . . .