Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Snowshoe


The snowshoe hare (Lepus americanus), also called the varying hare, or snowshoe rabbit, is a species of hare found in North America. It has the name "snowshoe" because of the large size of its hind feet. The animal's feet prevent it from sinking into the snow when it hops and walks. Its feet also have fur on the soles to protect it from freezing temperatures.

For camouflage, its fur turns white during the winter and rusty brown during the summer. Its flanks are white year-round. The snowshoe hare is also distinguishable by the black tufts of fur on the edge of its ears. Its ears are shorter than those of most other hares.

Source

See also the previous posts:
The Hares of the Americas
Hare in the Snow

Image: Photographer unknown.

Monday, January 7, 2019

The Art of David Jester


The following is excerpted from artist David Jester's website.


This current series of paintings was inspired by gay life online, how we present ourselves to each other, how we treat each other.

There are lots of ways we communicate in the gay community, through phone apps and websites, dating sites, hookup sites, and groups pages inside social media platforms. And in all these I started seeing declarations where guys outlined their preferences, but not in the positive sense, rather the negative. And in broad strokes too – "No fats," "No fems," "No Asians." "Are you clean?" was often a text I would get, or "Clean Only" was used as a declaration. I began to wonder, What is clean anyways?

Stating ones preferences in the negative was almost affronting, and so I wondered how fine the line was between taste and discrimination. Had we really fought for years for equality only to discriminate against each other?

I have always been drawn to the pool in my art. Metaphorically, it's filled with water, and so are we. Body fluids and cleanliness were a jumping of point for this current series; those who are inside the pool and those who are outside and the different viewpoints and the views are often distorted ones - just like the conservative views of the gay community, and vice versa. I love distortion and so it is a frequent part of my work and I enjoy pushing the abstract shapes that occur in water environments. Pool cleaners hum around working to make the water crystal clear like Prep and meds do within our veins. The pool is another world that is part of the world around it - just like the gay community is an integral part of the overall society. The water in the pool and us has been shared by every other living being since the water developed here - there is a history to it.

When I was in school years ago I started painting guys in pools. I often get compared to David Hockney by followers on Instagram. It used to "get my goat" as they say, because I paint nothing like him and I think the comparison is simply due to involving a pool. But as I thought about it, there is no doubt that he was a huge influence on me. I remember seeing "Portrait of an Artist (Pool with Two Figures)" when I was a kid and being in awe. There in the painting was the pool I felt I belonged to, the pool of gay men, portrayed and honored by the entire world, out in the open. Not hidden or something to be ashamed of. I felt accepted by the world through this single piece of Art. It was transforming on a personal level. While Hockney showed the pool to the outside world from the outside, I wanted to show that world from inside the pool.

[This current series] started with a small group of archetypical behaviors but has expanded and become a snapshot of our community as I have experienced it. Our community is so rich and diverse, and I can only paint so fast, but is slowly unfolding, each painting like a chapter in a very long story. Bears, Otters, Twinks, Daddies, Asians, Blacks, Latinos, Caucasians, Queers, Masculinity, Femininity, Judgement, Joy, Fear, Desire, Love, Curiosity, Sexuality, Exploration, Thrupples, Couples, Discrimination, Taste, Bondage, Submission, HIV . . . all have made an appearance in the story so far. The truth is as the series unfolds, I am starting to see it as a family portrait of sorts. Recently I saw a Facebook post by a friend where he said family is lost and family is chosen. This series is my chosen family.







Related Off-site Link: David Jester's Official Website

See also: The Art of Aaron Moth | Travis Chantar | Douglas Simonson | Guglielmo Plüschow | Vilela Valentin | Dante Cirquero | Nebojsa Zdravkovic | Brenden Sanborn | Wilhelm von Gloeden | Richard Haines | John MacConnell | Leo Rydell Jost | Jim Ferringer | Juliusz Lewandowski | Felix d'Eon | Herbert List | Joe Ziolkowski

Monday, December 31, 2018

Face Your Darkness


The following is written by Brieanna Lewis. I recently came across it on the Facebook group Soul Discovery. It seems like an appropriate piece to share as the old year ebbs and the new year dawns. . . . Wishing all my readers the very best for 2019.

Do not be afraid of the darkest aspects of yourself, for they are means to your survival. You are born from the dark, and when your time on earth is over and you slip back into the comfortable energy of the universe, you will return to the darkness from whence you came.

In order to reach out your hand and lay it upon the brow of humanity, in order to give deeply of yourself and heal the wounds of the world, you must understand the darkness that crouches within.

Will you have the courage to see what it needs, this crying demon within yourself that begs for you to nurture it; that begs for you to help it to dissolve into the wholeness that it desires . . . the wholeness of self?

Sometimes it is necessary to close your eyes and slip into that place that craves manipulation, that place where you lock away your fury, greed and indescribable blood-thirst. Journey to the underworld of your soul because that is where you will be reborn.

In order for us to know light, we must know the dark; in order for us to know pleasure, we must know pain; in order for us to know creation, we must know destruction. In these final dogged days of winter, it is time to cut away the death bramble that clings to the soles of your spirit.

It is time to lance the wound and let the poison run out, so that new skin, new life, can form in its place; tougher this time and well-versed in the negativity that exists in the world, this thicker skin will protect you so that you can go and work your light.

There is no shame in watching the train-wreck that is your shadow. There is no shame in staring at the carnage, unable to look away from the horrors that can exist in a place where you thought you’d never find them.

Look into the fire and find the truth, rise from the ashes of your fear and walk again amongst the living, forever changed and with a sturdier stride. And when you have returned, when you have faced down the monsters of your own making, and when you have risen above the flames of your own self-destruction, then you will be able to lead.

You can be a lantern in the void for those who are following behind you, you can help them to see and to know and to learn. This is where you become the light; this is when you begin to shine.

But for now, let those black waves consume you. Let them topple you over; let them pull you down into the depths of yourself because you will surface.

Just when you think that you can’t handle the pressure or the isolation, just when you think that you have filled to your capacity and that you will burst, you will break free and that first breath will taste so sweet – as if you had never breathed before at all.'

~ Brieanna Lewis



See also the previous posts:
For the New Year
Thomas Moore on the Circling of Nature as the Best Way to Find Our Substance
The Role of Reevaluation in the Gay Man's Quest for Authenticity
Wrestling With the Angel
Affirming Our Essential Goodness

Images: Abdiel Jacobsen, a principal dancer with the Martha Graham Dance Company. (Photographed by Ken Browar and Deborah Ory of the NYC Dance Project.)

Sunday, December 30, 2018

In Winter Field


See also the previous posts:
Winter Solstice
Let the Spiral Turn and Turn
Sol Invictus
December Hare

Artwork: "Leaping Hare" by Lucy Grossmith.

Friday, December 28, 2018

"Downtown Heaven"


In response to the posting of the image at left to the Facebook group Queer Artists, one member of the group wrote: "One famous and very handsome American writer who I was lucky to know and who was an admirer of men’s beauty, called this particular area “downtown heaven.” Each time I’m lucky to visit that area I always remember his words of appreciation."

I too appreciate and enjoy my forays into this area of another man's bodily terrain, and always strive to make it a "heavenly" experience for both of us. There is something special indeed about both exploring and pleasuring another man's cock, balls, and hole, and surrendering one own's cock, balls, and hole to another.

The images I share today celebrate all of this. Enjoy!












See also the previous posts:
The Body: A Holy Place of Romp and Renewal
The Body's "Holy Hole"
Buddies

Images: Subjects and photographers unknown.

Friday, December 21, 2018

December Hare


See also the previous posts:
Winter Solstice
Let the Spiral Turn and Turn
Sol Invictus

Artwork: "December Hare" by Jemima Jameson.

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Morning Light


Image: Subject and photographer unknown.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Hare Décor


See also the previous posts:
The Christmas Leveret
Hare's Christmas
Hare Décor XIV

Photography: The Leveret.

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

To Hear His Piping


The following is written by Matthew and was first shared on the Facebook page Panopolis: Forum of the Great God Pan.

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I've been thinking over Pan in the Homeric sense, a god of place and particular people, and in the Orphic sense as the god of "All", implied in His name. Pan has been physical and personified, iconic, allegorical, incorporeal, or invisible and speaking to mortals only through mystery.

Later authors, it seems, have even gone on to equate Pan with the Christian G_d in the shape of Father and Son. Some have called Him a tutelary deity, along with other gods merely a misunderstanding of the Divine. Others have drawn parallels with the Adversary, that He and other gods were only cloaks, disguises meant to deceive humans and lead them away from the Divine.

Finding Platonic "Truth" seems a difficult outcome, shrouded in too many layers of mystery. Perhaps that's the point, though, not really to know, but rather to search after. Maybe that's what it means to hear His piping.



See also the previous posts:
Pan, Moonlight and Magnolias
The Divine Masculine Principle

And on The Leveret's brother site, The Wild Reed, see:
The Piper at the Dates of Dawn
The Devil We (Think We) Know
Pan's Labyrinth: Critiquing the Cult of Unquestioning Obedience
Meeting (and Embodying) the Lover God
Beloved and Antlered

Image 1: Photographer unknown.
Image 2: Todd Yeager.

Friday, December 7, 2018

Hare Kiss II


See also the previous posts:
Hare Kiss
Hares in Love
For the First Time

Image: Artist unknown. Photo by The Leveret.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

For a Seductive Student

By Jeff Mann


You're a treat, yes. You're dying to know,
I know. Don't think I haven't caught your grin,
your biceps tattoos, chest hair like dark snow.

Aren't ethics always inconvenient, saying no
to student/teacher fucking, unprofessional sin?
You're a threat. I know you'd love to know

this ache to tie you down, take your ass slow.
I'd work your nipples hard, gag your bearded grin,
lap your tattoos, your chest curl's soft snow.

I'd belt your furry ass into a grunting glow.
You're half my age, so how can we begin?
You're a threat, certainly, a boy dying to know

how Daddy would love him long, use him slow.
In class, you stretch and flex, show off young skin,
your bicep, tattoos, chest hair's dark snow.

Sweet delays are how passions grow.
When you graduate, bear kin, maybe then.
You're a threat, yes, a boy dying to know
how we'd mix tattoos, dark fur, semen snow.




See also the previous posts:
Antinoos
Ganymede and Zeus
Bel Homme – January 30, 2017
Bel Homme – September 5, 2012
Bel Homme – August 8, 2011
Bel Homme – May 28, 2011
The Body: A Holy Place of Romp and Renewal
Luminous and Safe in Vulnerability
Mindful Lovemaking

Image: Subject and photographer unknown.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018