My Desire, More Sharp

SEBASTIAN
I would not by my will have troubled you,
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no further chide you.
ANTONIO
I could not stay behind you. My desire,
More sharp than filèd steel, did spur me forth;
And not all love to see you, though so much
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,
But jealousy what might befall your travel,
Being skill-less in these parts, which to a stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable. My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night, or, What You Will, Act 3, Scene 3
1623

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If You Will Not Murder Me for My Love

ANTONIO Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.
SEBASTIAN O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.
ANTONIO If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.
SEBASTIAN If you will not undo what you have done--that is, kill him whom you have recovered--desire it not. Fare you well at once. My bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my mother that, upon the least occasion more, mine eyes will tell tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court. Farewell.
                                                                 He exits.
ANTONIO
The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I have many enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there.
But come what may, I do adore thee so
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.
                                                                 He exits.

William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night, or, What You Will, Act 2, Scene 1
1623

Accountablity

hey,
My fucking phone wasn't in my bag when I left work. I was already
across town, and decided to just go home. I'm home now, and write you
this just for accountablity sake. i didn't go to the cock and I didn't
go out.


love.
[DTH]

Bonds of Love and Fear

Men worry less about doing an injury to one who makes himself loved than to one who makes himself feared. The bond of love is one which men, wretched creatures that they are, break when it is to their advantage to do so; but fear is strengthened by a dread of punishment which is always effective.

Niccolò Machiavelli
The Prince
1532

"Atlas of Men"

So apparently there were tens of thousands of nude photographs of men (& women) taken in the 50-70s of incoming college students. They were ostensibly for scientific analysis of body types and posture. It was a New York Times Magazine cover story in 1995. From all the big name schools. One at a time, naked, in black and white, with pins stuck down the back

This was a practice called "somatotyping" and had racist and sexist undertones. There are three types of male body types, according to quack academic WH Sheldon. Actually every person supposedly has qualities of all three.

fat and jolly "endomorphs"
confident, buffed "mesomorphs"
skinny, nervous "ectomorphs"

(corresponding to the photo on the left...)

There was tobacco industry study of male virility (measured visually in these photographs?) and smoking, somewhere in there, too. These photos exist in an US gov't archive in Washington DC.

He published hundreds of these images in his book Atlas of Men, which you can buy on ebay for $135.

Why He Liked Me So Much

We were walking again, faster; Bobby and Leper and Chet were urging us from ahead for God's sake to hurry up, and then Finny trapped me again in his strongest trap, that is, I suddenly became his collaborator. As we walked rapidly along I abruptly resented the bell and my West Point stride and hurrying and conforming. Finny was right. And there was only one way to show him this. I threw my hip against his, catching him by surprise, and he was instantly down, definitely pleased. This was why he liked me so much. When I jumped on top of him, my knees on his chest, he couldn't ask for anything better. We struggled in some equality for a while, and then when we were sure we were too late for dinner, we broke off.

John Knowles
A Separate Peace
1959

Existential Crisis

Don't let this happen to the universe. Submit to Downtownhomo.

Gays more likely to drink and use drugs...

...or so say these folks from New Zealand. Is this part of a new tourism campaign? En-Zed, in bed.

If I Looked Like a Fairy

After Mr. Prud'homme left he began to dress, that is he began reaching for whatever clothes were nearest, some of them mine. Then he stopped to consider, and went over to the dresser. Out of one of the drawers he lifted a finely woven broadcloth shirt, carefully cut, and very pink.
    "What's that thing?"
    "This is a tablecloth," he said out of the side of his mouth."
    "No, cut it out. What is it?"
  "This," he then answered with some pride, "is going to be my emblem. Ma sent it up last week. Did you ever see stuff like this, and a color like this? It doesn't even button all the way down. You have to pull it over your head, like this."
    "Over your head? Pink! It makes you look like a fairy!"
    "Does it?" He used this preoccupied tone when he was thinking of something more interesting than what you had said. But his mind always recorded what was said and played it back to him when there was time, so as he was buttoning the high collar in front of the mirror he said mildly, "I wonder what would happen if I looked like a fairy to everyone."
    "You're nuts."
    "Well, in case suitors begin clamoring at the door, you can tell them I'm wearing this as an emblem." He turned around to let me admire it.

John Knowles
A Separate Peace
1959

Cancer

June 21 - July 22
People say you're falling apart, but you have to remember the pictures were airbrushed. No one actually looked like that.