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Showing posts with label Leather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leather. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

San Francisco...gay blades on the prowl! How to snag one...





Twist on Colt 45!



If you stroll around the Castro district and slip into a popular eatery for a bite to eat - or flip through a local rag - it becomes obvious to the astute observer with the keen ear and eye what is important to most upwardly mobile gay men in the hilly picturesque climbs here.

For starters - grooming and appearance are tantamount - to ensure a full dance card.

Shortly after I arrived in town, I took a glance in the mirror one morning and was aghast at how unruly my curly locks had become almost overnight.

Well, at least I have a headful of the lustrous stuff, eh?

Samson would be envious!

The locals tend to keep their strands close-cropped - or shave the head altogether - for a decidedly kept-up (kept?) look that definitely appeals (to other dudes in the Castro especially).

The cost of haircuts underscore their value, too.

In spite of the fact a Frisco resident keeps the cut quite short - and a trim takes about a second or two to finesse - no one here blinks at the $25 charge that most barbers (hairstylist sounds too prissy for the butch crowd here) ring up on the cash register with little aplomb.

Personally, I balked.

At a couple of the trendy salons I zip into down south in LA LA LAND, I usually pay considerably less.

The body electric is of paramount importance to the socially-correct, too.

While WeHo gym bunnies tend to toss on threads that reveal their buffed bods to the max (usually in solids in bold eye-catching colors) fashion savvy peacocks here tend to toss on jeans, shirts, and jacket combos in a designer vein predominatly crafted in chic sexy fabrics and hues that attract, arouse, whatever!

San Franciscans, known for their in-your-face gaeity, have no qualms about putting emphasis on what's going on beneath the perceived image, either.

After all, cleanliness and robust sexual health, are prerequisites for the active man-about-town.

So, I was not surprised when I spotted an ad for a web site known as:

 http://www.healthypenis.org/

Here, they keep a watchful eye on what's going on below theubiquitous belt (get their pipes cleaned, if necessary).

No barnacles on bottoms in Frisco proper.

How about yours?

I chuckled at the ad for "emergency" tans I spied one day while wolfing down my oatmeal at cozy Orphan Andy's.

http://www.mygaygo.com/

In the event a hot date saunters into the picture unexpectedly out-of-the-blue (with all the tourists flowing in and out of town it's bound to be more the norm than not) a dash of color and a quick douche perk up the confidence and mood of the man-on-the go who needs an edge to make headway over the competition.

In the alternative, a fat wallet will do.

At breakfast, tidbits of conversation zinging non-stop over my sleepy head, piqued my curiousity too.

Some fellas in the neighborhood wondered amongst themselves if the local meter maid bothered to determine if a car parked haplessly in front of a driveway belonged to the owner of the house

"My neighbor keeps parking in front of mine. What should I do," one handsome thirty-something male wailed.

In WeHo, they'd call the cops, 'fer sure.

Here, they are so genteel, that they're afraid to upset the unspoken golden rules.

Which reminds me, these well-turned out dudes, all act so cool!

I suppose every single guy (married ones, too) are potential bedmates, so they wisely mind their P's and Q's.

After all, after the midnight hour - when a bevy of drinkie-poohs have jolted the sensibilities and obliterated normal mores - pure unadulterated raw (anonymous) sex may be what's in order.

Therapists say that a potent sexual release often provides welcome relief from the hectic day's pent up tension and frustration which might otherwise cloy beneath the surface making one cranky.

Heh, it just hit me like a bolt of lightening.

Maybe,  that's why San Francisco males are so easy-going.

Unlike the prudes back east or to the north, they're constantly humming from that daily hunk of loving.




Gay studs pine to croon!


Thursday, August 13, 2009

Milan...Men's Collections Spring 2010!





In spite of the fact Spring 2010 is a bit far off, Fashion Designers trotted off to Milan recently to unveil their collections for men on runways that breathed new life into male animal chic.

As a kaleidoscope pulsated passionately in the background, Etro's confident macho male models strutted out in lively pant-and-shirt ensembles etched with wild Hawaiian prints, vivid paisleys, and - on occasion - streaks and splashes of pure unadulterated color sure to appeal to the peacock of the species.

Meanwhile, Roberto Cavalli was inclined to butch up his collection military-style, with the emphasis on male machismo.

Elaborate epaulets and toggles on wide-shouldered jackets effectively pumped up the upper torso to create a flattering virile silhouette.

Subtle industrial hardware flourishes beefed up the "studly" image, too.

In contrast, Marc Jacobs wowed adventurous coming-of-age style-magnet males with lipstick-kiss motifs on blousey shirts, a bevy of shorts prone to rise and fall all over a muscled leg (pleated, on occasion, sometimes not).


Street-smark Jacobs was wise to turn-out a bevy of biker jackets of all practical and fanciful persuasion (kinky, beefy, streetwise) sure to be winners in the mainstream.

Hollywood types - Depp, Pitt, and Pattinson, for starters - may be inspired to pluck up Jacob's quirky elongated Tuxedo on a fashion whim.

Come Spring (probably sooner), flaunting fashion-conscious dudes and a show-off gym bunny or two will undoubtedly snap up a gauzy (see thru) muscle shirt with armholes down to the waist that casually tease potential suitors when exposing a pumped-up pec or two.

Salvatore Ferragamo, one of my favorite chi-chi designers, trotted out chic suits with a big spotlight on subtle Italian tailoring and styling.

Slim double-breasted suits in fine wool or cotton gabardine will be all the rage when the first flower buds longingly strain for innocent spring skies that herald new prospects for the coming year.

Two-tone shoes, built on simple two-lace tie-up structures, made a welcome entry, too.


Ferre didn't surprise much, instead preferring to stray along mostly-familiar fashion territory with signature design flourishes that have been big sellers for that powerhouse in the past.

The stylish man-about-town may go broke over stand-out stand-alone (entree) pieces enriched with gold embroidery (still a fashion rage and revving up on T-shirts and designer jeans) or tooled in sexed-up body-hugging butter-soft leather.



Sleeveless shirts (tailored in all the right places) may entice a muscled chevron (or bicep) to flex a bit for show when a man's on the prowl.




Some uppity fashion editors did not warm up to Alexander McQueen's vision for Spring.

Just maybe, it was because naughty Alex elected to go a bit cerebral in Milan that week.

Instead of flaunting his collection on stage - so that the keen eyes of the critical fashion press could feast upon the offerings in a practical context on the runway as crafted fabric shells shaped and molded to flow in harmony with body parts and flesh - McQueen elected to present an esoteric video of an emotionally-charged artist smearing clay on walls.

McQueen's jumping-off point when under the fashion gun?

The slightly-balmy designer's off-the-wall presentation of the collection consisting mainly of suits and work wear daubed with paint - strung out on (yawn) plain old racks - underscored that it might be so.

I found the novelty fashion statements - decorated with line drawings, abstract prints, and patchworks - were bang on in view of the trends making leaps and bounds in pop culture circles this past year.

The so-called "lived-in-look" critics have turned a blind eye to - merely signal that the male of the species is becoming more comfortable in his skin - real or imagined.

The most whimsical offerings were out of "Costume National" labelled a collection for "Travelers & Curious Explorers".

Ennio Cpasa featured drop-crotch pants (great for hiking jaunts in France , n'est-ce pas?), ensemble pieces with rough edges to toughen up the image, and macho army boots to anchor any of the fashion fantasies about to take flight.

One design adventure - a cropped satin jacket with floral embroideries - hinted at a romantically-inspired trend to surface next year as the economy picks up, the recession is turned back, and the pleasure principle rails the day on the American fashion front once again.

Can't wait!

Armani cycle hunk trunks




Salvatore Ferragamo individual elegant style

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