This entire series was inspired by two things. That scene in American Gods where Salim and The Djinn fuck. That scene in Space Station 76 where Matt Bomer gets high and hallucinates Naked Star Angel.

Yo this one is just fucking funny. Perfection in the actor, perfect posing, that outdoor beach lounge chair couch fabric. Two Chefs Kissing

It stands as a monumental fuckup that I don’t have these actors info. This eye contact is obsessive. The real art is his HAIRLINE.

I was initially hesitant to show actual nudity in an attempt to maintain plausible deniability, but I want the naked men in there. Look at a mans asshole like an adult.

This was my favorite opportunity to emphasize the mundane in the Beings. Him showing up to his hookup in full clothing has such a relatable feel. It personifies him in an authentic way. Look up J.C. Leyendecker, you’ll immediately understand.

Jockstraps are gay. Every iota of effort you put into hyper masculinizing gay things (leather, motorcycles, gyms, mullets, rimming) you make it that much gayer.

I can’t/ won’t defend this.

You would not believe how hard it is to find vintage gay porn in physical media that has even 1 Black model. I had to fuck a guy for this copy. Well I didn’t have to, he was like 55 so I could have just beat his ass and taken it. Although, he was really physically fit and I’m not. But 55… who knows? The point is I made good choices. Ok I fucked him for free and he could definitely beat my ass. Jesus Christ

In the second picture, you can register palpable ecstasy on the Beings face. Sensational. Real Intergalactic Janet by Ley Soul

I can’t explain that I’ve been in this room before. The empty liquor bottle candle holder. Right down to the balloons. It’s uncanny. Nostalgia.

Girth Brooks.

You can’t tell me this doesn’t look like Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne going to town.

JFK and Lem Billings

I’m in love with the eye contact that he is giving even as a space Being. He could disrespect my mother in the same room as me and I’d ask if he wanted another beer.

The shoes by the door and hanging sheet on the wall. This is miraculously heartfelt. Also I love keeping the accessories, the watch looks so great.

I loved the classic China feel. He looks like a porcelain man. This one I worked tirelessly to get the flowers to shape his penis. I can see his head through his foreskin.

This series was heavily inspired by Saul and Charlie in Jeff VanderMeers, Acceptance. I’m going to cry thinking about it but definitely read those books.

The hand on the back of the neck! God damn it’s like a drug to yearn. Why am I so incapable of breaking the yearn. Also this sweatshirt is hot.

Ugh yess. Objectify this man with your adult eyes. Grow up and see the beauty in the passive role of sex. Creature from beyond servicing. This is the equivalent of meeting a Yeti, then he provides oral. Am I a monsterfucker?

Hands down my favorite in this series. The rushed inside out jeans around the ankles. The petal acting as the body of the penis. The remnants of Jerry Seinfeld in the actor.

Alone I float through empty space. Just beyond a place that’s safe. I’m drifting at a constant pace. My comfort zone was such a waste.

These remind me of that episode where Spike and Buffy are in the bed… if you know.

A while back I was sending this guy tons of poetry because I was head over heels for him, and I’m a faggot so what else right? Then he sends me a picture of him typing them up to keep and he had properly punctuated every line. Like did he think I forgot to do that? It’s freeform poetry, I’m writing with freedom. Why are we following fake rules even in private? Anyway I love him dearly and I don’t sell prints of this one. Nonzero chance this was written about John Goodman.

Does it suit you to salute? To fall in suit until it’s moot? Does it suit you that the suit that you salute is licking boot? A better suit is to recruit a new salute that’s more astute.

There’s me and then there isn’t me. I guess both of them are me. Well the other is me, but it just isn’t. Only I am me. We are me. There’s me and then there isn’t me. I’m thinking none of us are me. Maybe even, we aren’t we.

They are the source of the non religious moral compass and you’re letting them down.

Ironically a lot of bears I meet are in this exact position.

This is probably my most introspective piece to date.

This is what the viewer views, a setting most disruptive. Those who view the viewer, can’t speak of what they see. When you view the viewers view, consider who is viewing you.

This is self explanatory.

This is my most criticized piece to date. People often say it feels sloppy or lacks artistry. I really love this piece and designed it intentionally. If you don’t like it then you don’t like my artistic design and that’s ok. Someone has to play the role of dumb hooker, it’s crucial to a healthy society.