David: Regulars to Lurid Digs know that I’m an advocate for the Less Is More school. Especially for younger gay men who haven’t been properly interiorly trained. Their approach to room design is usually very “kitchen sink.” Sundry Xboxes, Gramma’s hand-me-down cushions, wall poster mayhem and heaps of dirty laundry scattered across the floor like mini continents that never shift. In a word, dire.
But this fellow garners points for keeping things sparse, spacious and very Zen. The Jack Nicholson moment from The Shining, placed directly over the bed like a talisman, is retro hip and lets us know that he’s not only a film buff but, also, quite possibly insane. This cinematic emblem is a thoughtful touch and could, possibly, alert future hookups to reconsider the evening and exit the room post-haste.
REDRUM! REDRUM!
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Okay, having animals in the room while masturbating is just NOT RIGHT!!! And if we are operating on the “less is more theory” then that bedside table should not be more than 1/8 of an inch off the ground. But since this is possilby a dorm room, judging by the windows, I’ll let that pass. And girls please, no flash photography of your 7-Eleven big gulps anymore. That is just plain sad.
Tex, let me guess….you’d hit this wouldn’t you? You sly devil.
Divine. Absolutely divine. I’d sure as hell hit that, too.
Given that the animal is a cat, and Siamese at that….
…..oh, heavens. The room screams “straight lunatic”, but that cat…..
Perhaps he’s still in that “confused” phase?
Dangerous…and not in a good way….Pussy should come nowhere near the bed…EVER!
The “Shining” poster is undoubtedly the [you should pardon the expression] cherry on this cake but also of note… no curtains. No curtains, just crappy-assed Levelors AND… they’re UP. With the bedroom lights blaring. Nice.
I’m also troubled by the fact that, even though nearly nude (and enthusiastically crankin’ it, no less), he hasn’t seen fit to doff the backward baseball cap. Soooo, what? He’s a pitcher AND a catcher? He has a bald spot he doesn’t want Jack to see? He’s utterly hopeless [my choice]?
But most troubling of all (even more, perhaps, than the dog-eared bedside bio of Henry VIII) is how Over It the cat is. Though she’s That Close to his filthy foot, she doesn’t betray the slightest hint of interest in her Master’s… activities. She’s seen it all. She’s just going to lick herself and wait patiently for death.
A bit of pathos amidst all the pathology.
Sidebar: I’m guessing that’s a snapshot of his mom on the nightstand. Double Eww.
tad too thin for me.
however we shouldn’t mock him too much. There’s only so much you can do with one of those single dorm rooms (or his bedroom in his mom’s house.)
All right, I know it’s just too, too obvious, but all I can think of is REDRUM….REDRUM.
Though the bed surround is extremely spare he has taken a moment to nicely fold his plaid woolen blanket and place it at the foot of his bed. This is to catch the filth that will not doubt rub off of those feet.
The cat appreciates the blanket as well. So much so that he/she can ignore the ecstasy that is happening so close by.
Note the relative spareness on “our” side of the room. The computer desk is clean - besides that unnecessarily large soda mug with a lid. The dresser appears to have a clean surface. (There seems to be a plant next to the bedside lamp - or maybe the lamp is made from the plant?) The books very neatly stacked.
No clothing, magazines or fast food wrappers strewn about.
My guess is ex-army guy. Served his time - is going to college on the GI Bill. The Shining poster is an expression of his frustration with the spareness of his current life.
The height at which the poster is mounted suggests that it serves as a motivational way of measuring ejaculatory arc and velocity (”This time, I’m gonna hit Jack right in the eye!”). The spots on the window are testaments to earlier successes.
At first glance, the look on our protagonist’s face indicates deep, onanistic pleasure. However, a closer inspection reveals that he’s actually reaching the moving crescendo of “I Can Go the Distance” from Disney’s Hercules.
I sit in awe, as I attempt to ponder, where on earth did you get, the never before seen, colorized still photo, of Norman Bates of the eponymous motel?
He’s an exhibitionist. Everyone has picked up on that: the open window, glaring lights, the cat, the poster that helps him feel—when everyone else refuses to care anymore—that he is being watched. But the detail that seals the deal is there in the left hand corner. See it? The door to his room is open and the photographer (or at least the camera) is out in the hall. If this were a dorm (and actually I doubt it, too big a bed) I’m sure there would be a petition going round to have the Kubrick fan removed. The photograph then would be evidence when they take the letter to the dean.
Judging from the stain on the wall just above the cat’s rear end, I’d say you’re right about the Jack poster, Evn.
Possibly the most disturbing photo ever taken–one that begs a question no one seems to have asked:
WHO THE FUCK IS TAKING THIS PICTURE?
Not to get all Encyclopedia Brown on your asses, but it’s a flash photo, which means this isn’t a simple webcam shot. Furthermore, it’s unlikely that Mr. Show-Me-State could set his camera’s autotimer, leap across the room, and assume his ecstatic position without disturbing a finicky Siamese cat. All of which points to a second shooter. (I know: very Grassy Knoll.)
Sure, the guy could’ve asked a friend to stop by and snap a new photo for his Manhunt profile. But the sliver of open door to the left of the pic tells me that this was shot from just outside the room–like, in secret and stuff. I’m thinking the photo was a total surprise.
“Mom? You said you were coming NEXT week!”
Following the lead mentioned by richard, in trying to site myself in the room with that particular edge of the door showing in the photo, does it appear to anyone else that the 1950’s kitchen chair is on the inside of the door? As though he/they were thinking that perhaps someone else might “walk in”. Mom perhaps?
Hate to burst any “stranger walking by with a camera” fantasy….but the open door is on the wall to the left - not on the wall “behind” us the viewer. Therefore - the photographer is in the room. Why they are all the way across the room practically hiding behind the cheap computer desk is beyond me…but they are definitely in the room.
Maybe our subject doesn’t like anyone near him while he cranks away….except the cat who knows better than to disturb him.
I’m almost certain the book beside his bed is “Anne of Green Gables”. I recognize the wide-brimmed hat and red hair from my glorious youth spent watching the CBC.
Poor Anne. I bet this isn’t what you meant when you were pining for a bosom buddy.
From the height of the window relative to the floor, I am going to guess that we have another basement dweller here. Does this suggest that a large proportion of our live-at-home, decor challenged sexpots are banished to the nether regions by their parents? Does the low rent for subsurface digs match with their low budgets, low taste and low self-esteem? Or perhaps it’s the mold spores that do them in.
Back to the specifics of this non-decor decor — what exactly has this fellow got his mattress sitting on? It looks like a pile of old wooden folding chairs from a church social hall. If he really gets cranking on his rod, he’s going to have clackity-clack rather than the usual squeak-squeak of springs.
I’m with EVN on this….I see a direct tie in with the Jack poster and his rubbing one out, like just as he cums he screams, “Heeeeeeere’s JOHNNY!”
So this is what happened to Danny Torrance…
the bedside lamp is sprouting leaves, and the cat is sniffing away at the toes, but Danny is a “shooter” for sure… the blanket on the bed has been placed in readiness to absorb a fountain of cum, just in case it doesn’t land in Daddy’s mouth. Just as well that Daddy’s looking out of the window.
This reminds me so much of the David Sedaris short story about a boy whose mother rents an apartment to an ex-fratboy type. I forget the details and the title but it involves a pair of shitty underwear and that was enough to ruin my image of guys like this, with their blank white walls and home office furniture. Sick stuff.