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Paging Betty Ford, Ms. Ford!
You just know that roaches are crawling all over that mess. I personally would have to take the boy outside, hose him down and do him on the front lawn.
Judging from no food in the cabinets, an alarm clock in the kitchen and the amount of wine and beer bottles this would have to be a frat pad yet the spices on the range beg to differ.
I am confused. Tex…..would you do him and where was this tragic photo taken?
This is why cooking and drinking do not mix! Someone needs to go over to this poor guys apt and remove the spices from above the stove. Everyone knows the heat from the oven diminishes the “zest” in spices. I bet he got that haircut the same night. So, lesson learned no drinking, cooking and haircutting all in the same night.
And to paraphrase what this photo means to me:
“I had a few friends over last night…”
“Who, Guns And Roses?!?!”
hmm…
I’d fuck him. We’d fuck somewhere else.
not even in my wildest college years did my living room and kitchen look that horrific.
This may be the most painful of all the photos on this site. It triggered a sense memory of the reek of beer and wine bottles that have sat around too long without being rinsed. I have visited a few such places in my time; houses shared by straight guys just out of college starting a rock band. The odor of frequently smoked pot does not mask the stench of stale alcohol. No matter how hot the guys, the libido is effectively killed by the miasma pervading the house. I can not write anymore, I must go throw up.
“…Dear Mom and Dad,
Sorry I haven’t phoned or written or emailed, but I’ve been real busy at Barber College. Just this week I pulled an all-nighter. It was case study after case study. There were all kinds of cases all around.
I also lost a bet with one of my classmates and had to let him cut my hair. (See enclosed picture)
Oh, could you please send money? Tuition has gone up $2.00 a case.
And thanks for the 6-pack of underwear!
Your son,
Stanley
Hey, at least he recycles.
There must be every type of alcohol represented here, from the cheap Vodka to the expensive Cabernet. I think the spice jars are cute, and if you think the “herbs” in there are parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, think again! Nothing dries out “the good stuff” like some time on top of the stove, and I would finish the haircut that someone started, he’d look better buzzed, in every way.
I really want to write something about the fucked up state of this dude’s kitchen; but when it comes down to it, I can think of no place I would rather be.
IS anyone else reminded of the little plaque that grandmothers had in their kitchen that read:
“No Matter Where I Serve My Guests,
It Seems They Like My Kitchen Best!”
Cause that is TOTALLY going into a dark place with me on this one….
Oh for goodness sakes, this is not a messy OR smelly kitchen. The dishes are washed and in the dish rack, the paper trash is in the paper-recycling bin and the empties are all gathered and clustered in one place. For all we know they’ve even been rinsed. Look how clean all the visible surfaces are. No yellowing above the stove, no finger prints on the white cabinets, the cupboards and window are sparkly, knives all in their knife block, no traces of mixed drink on the blender … the crisp tighty whiteys, the scrubbed boy and his clean hair, which—by the way—is left long in the middle so you can grab him and ride him like a pony. And that is exactly what I would do after spending an hour or two diving my tongue into his undoubtedly squeaky clean hole. Geez! Clutter is not the same as unsanitary. Give a kid a break! With an ass and willingness like his, I would not only forgive him for not taking things to a Mommie Dearest extreme, I would reward him for it.
Rear_Window is absolutely right. The empties are nicely stacked and the rest of the kitchen looks entirely spotless; there’s even a nice glass of wine on this island. Hardly a lurid apartment, just another poor university student.
What is strange is that, of all the rooms in his house, he’d choose the kitchen and the island as location for this shot. This, plus the clock radio (which is probably tuned to NPR while he cooks) leads me to think this boy is an A-gay just waiting to graduate university. He’s trying to raunch it up a bit to get laid, that’s all.
Well, then perhaps we should all chip in and send the lad a nice big package…….er…….CARE package.
I’ll spring for the postage!
Oh, hell….let’s just do a road trip and deliver it personally.
Um, I don’t know what crack pipe the 2 of you are smoking but this place is nasty. Additionally, the gay gene that I have tells me this is wrong on SO many levels.
My first (and really my only) reaction was: Hot damn! Now that’s a fine piece of ass!!! I honestly had no idea that there were any empty bottles or such until I began to read the comments, and everyone started to point that out. My eyes were drawn elsewhere.
Seems to be some of the earlier lifestyle work of this guy (http://www.toxicboy.net). So you’ll all be glad to know he can style himself up when he wants to.
I am now off to shoot myself for instantly recognizing him!
I’d happily “clean his kitchen”. I’d even take the recycling to the curb.
I’m with Rear_Window and Otto. Doesn’t look so bad to me - after you take out the recycling.
What kitchen? I just didn’t notice it at all!
It would surprise no one if I conjured up a fairly elaborate background story, complete with obscure details of geography, socio-economic status, and what happened next. However, this photograph calls for pragmatism.
1. Throw a sheet over him; 2. Bring in a double team of Merry Maids; 3. Have a glass of wine elsewhere; 4. Return to this location, unveil, and get to work.
still haven’t heard from Tex. Maybe he went to help the young man recycle?
Tex baby, we’re worried about you! Come out, come out wherever you are.
His own bio is way more engaging than anything you could have come up with Lampchop.
From his site: “[His Name] is among the newest faces in the field of male nude photography. With a stimulating blend of male eroticism and the simulated gloss of editorial fashion photography he delivers a unique and dreamy style, testing that sensitive line that separates art and pornography: ‘My critical community sometimes can’t decipher what I’m going for, and I fucking love that. That fine line (art vs. porno) excites me, and challenges me to cross censor boundaries while still producing work that is artistically pleasing.’”
Well I see it for sure!
WHAT clutter???
Hey we made 8 bucks and some change at the recycling center and my face still smells of butt!!!
Hot damn.
Bottles have got to go, though. I’d say I’d do him in another room of the place, but I’m a little afraid those bottles may actually actually be spillover from the living room which is FULL of bottles…
“Clean up? I’m too butch to clean up. Now fuck my boi-pussy.”
Call me deranged, but I never thought of having my prostate checked in the kitchen before this photo!
who hasn’t wanted to show off their anal bleaching when getting pissed with mates?
I don’t care how clean you think that place is with all the clutter. His BARE FEET are on the dining room table. That makes me barf in my mouth just a little.
Well, that was a delightful nightcap.
Thanks, RedBackFur!
Anyone here this RedBackFur wouldn’t stick this guy’s bare feet straight into his mouth?
Hasn’t anyone think of it as being intentional?
the guy is lifting the bottle to his mouth, everything is styled, posed and clean apart from the obvious clutter that got the guy to shoot the photo in the first place
as luke pointed it out - he’s a photographer,
but i wouldnt actually consider it his earlier work, i can understand this idea for a good photo, im quite surprised the commentators on this website didn’t
its so much different form the rest here, the idea is - where did they get it from
Now, now, Luke….what drives your need for personal attacks here?
I’m sorry to demystify this photo, BUT…
I’m the boy in the photo, and this was taken by my boyfriend with a hsitty digital camera when I refused to get dressed for a party. It ended in dirtier photos with him included. It was taken in his place, and JESUS WE LIVE IN MONTREAL! HOW CAN YOU NOT DRINK A 40 A DAY WHEN EVERY CORNER STORE SELLS THEM FOR 3 DOLLARS! Oh yes… and I think it was after the after party for our debut burlesque show! PLUG (me).
meow.
Mikel,
S’il vous plaît partager les autres photos avec nous. Nous serions très heureux de les analyser, aussi!
Vous êtes incroyablement mignon.
Spare me!!!
Musclebound,
As they say…..”when in Rome…….”
killed it!
Oddly enough the reason for the locale (and the waste) was wine and beer enemas.
I used to live in a house like this when I was 16 and in a precollege program with 4 straightboys. So as long as the sex object in the photo isn’t any older than 24, this kind of rank, spoiled beer in the bottom of the bottles-smelling kitchen will continue to give me a hard-on. Those were the best sexual-times of life so far.
I had to turn around and look behind me because I thought those were all MY bottles…they look JUST like mine. Does it say something bad about me that I was instantly drawn to the bottles and not the booty?
Don’t answer that. Matt.
After servicing all the new pledges at Alpha Kappa Ho, Danny had enough cash to go to a real salon to fix that travesty of a haircut of his. And with the money from recycling bottles (to save the planet), he’d have enough for a bottle of gel, too.
This photo screams Montreal. Anyone who lives in Montreal can tell everything about this photo screams this city. It’s kind of hilarious.
Wow, so that actually was him? or was someone playing an elaborate joke?
Either way, good show!