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Richard: How very international. You’ve got Hitler on black velvet (Germany), a trompe-l’oeil lithograph (France), a reproduction sarcophagus (Egypt), broken Venetian blinds (Italy), a 5-gallon paint bucket (Taiwan), and a sconce from Wal-Mart festooned with frippery straight outta Michael’s (Iowa) — all in one Adam4Adam profile pic.
Prospective fuckbuddies should expect a jet-setting roll-in-the-hay, capped off with a midnight snack of whole wheat rusks (Holland), Marmite (England), and Coors (West Hell).
John: Why do I know this guy votes Republican? Why do I know that Norman Bates’ mother is in the Egyptian sarcophagus? All those authoritarian trappings! Somebody’s trying hard to compensate for something, hey Elmer? Let us just point out what all our readers have noted already. No dick. No dick anywhere. There’s a reason for that.
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see I think you’ve gotten it all wrong. This is pure innocence. What we see is Jupiter from the “three investigators” in a room that displays trophies from all his investigations. The sarcophagus is from “The case of the whispering mummy”, the Hitler portrait is from “The case of the German Museum” and the bucket in the corner is from “The case of Jupiter going on line to lure the Hardy Boys over so he can ravage their teenage bodies before disposing of the evidence in the acid in the bucket”. See pure innocence.
i just wonder, do the curtains match the drapes??
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Good lord. Chi-Chi clearly knows nothing about good lighting. The industrial glare coming off that discount-store torchiere is so painfully bright that it’s actually casting Caligari-esque shadows across the room.
Not only that, but Chi-Chi is displaying a fatal disregard for the axiom that backlighting should be avoided wherever possible.
Ordinarily, I would attribute presence of a portrait of Hitler to a fondness for high camp–it is on black velvet after all. However, while the other possessions visible in this Tableau vivant may be categorized as kitsch in the most literal definition of the term, the all-essential component of irony is lacking.
That one might soberly and earnestly choose to hang a portrait of Hitler over there desk is a terrifying thought on numerous levels. One’s alarm is only elevated upon the observation that Chi-Chi seems to be wearing a paramilitary uniform of sorts.
OMG!!! i once (periphally) knew this straight guy (that kind of loser constantly on a fruitless pussy-hunt. and he had decorated his house in what he HAD to have felt were SUBTLE hints to women that he was ALL-MAN!!! GRRR!!! but “not afraid to cry” to quote beck. it was very minimalist mostly all off-white and pale tan. a nice metal poster bed that had been defiled with absolutely pure white misquito netting or chiffon? lots of tasteful pillows on the bed. he kept the hardwood floors polished within an inch of their life like it was a modern gallery space. a faux marble bust of caesar that was like 100X out of scale with the rest of the room and for the coo-pay duh grah! an giant 11 feet by 8 feet poster from either “doom” or “quake” with the “first person shooter” in a very columbine pose. this was a guy who gossipes (straight BOY gossips, at that!) informed me that he had had his facial hair lasered into a goatee!!! the uncomfortable 15 minutes i spent in that room made me wanna ask
“shall i shove my cock in your mouth now???
or do you just wanna hold out for some FAT girl???”
How much lighting does this scene need? You’ve got the computer monitor lit, the television on (with a blank screen, clearly a “Fourth Reich” recruitment video has just ended) and that hideous torchiere with what, a 50,000-watt Klieg light? This is not a movie premiere. This macabre scene would look so much better by candlelight or better yet, no light at all!
did anyone notice that the walls are yellow?
I must know who this person is and find a way to contact them! This is just to creepy-bizarre not to know the shady-ass reasoning behind it!
Soooo. Weird…
Where-the-cock do you buy shit like that!?!?!?!?
It is reminiscent of “It puts the lotion on its skin…”
He’s just lonesome and looking for buddies.