Le Louvre II
Le Louvre II
oh! strawberry boy, I think I love you
Thomas Eakins’ students swimming in Dove Lake, c. 1883-84.
Well hello again, friends, devoted followers (both of you) and peeping toms.
It’s been such a long time since I’ve been here, and I wondered if I would bothered coming back (how long does tumblr keep our profile if we never log in but don’t delete anything either? Do my posts remain for all eternity as a snapshot of what turned me on at that time? Hmmn, that would be good I think).
Funnily, even though I didnt put anything new up for several months, I’ve kept getting new followers (sorry to you all for, well, nothing I guess).
Anyway, I’ve been busy, busy, busy. It’s no excuse for not posting but I’ve been working in countries that like war, dictatorships and a tightly controlled Internet. Also I moved from the country I was living in to a brand new land, where the Internet only gets watched by Homeland security and cable providers who hate illegal downloads, but unfortunately there are plenty of other distractions here…
I mightn’t have ever come back if it wasn’t for how wonderful some of the people who started following me in my absence are. Especially, isabellatrix who has the most exquisite tumblr. Whoever she (he?) is has a sexy-wonderful mind.
To my legion of followers, but my apologies for not blogiarising lately but where I’ve been hasn’t approved enough of tumblrs smut to let me log in. Anyway, tonight I’m in shanghai in a high rise hotel and the western man in the building opposite is lying naked on his couch mastubating with the curtains wide open and the lights on.
Sometimes this is how I feel.
Sadly, I won’t be in Kansas at that time Dorothy.
I love freckles