Dallesandro, Rickitt and eerie queers

Sometimes I note nice things that have come into my used book, CD, comics shop that I decide to keep for myself. Naturally there are the things not worth keeping.

Not long after my sexual appetite returned from an erotic twilight zone I saw mention of Adam Rickitt, the product of a god who clearly wanted to create the perfect twink. I'd found a couple of non-pornographic prettyboy sites and went and ogled.

I don't do that kind of thing anymore. Charles aside my sexuality finally hit its seemingly inevitable final state. It is hard for me to find straight people attractive. I'd pretty much had that bias long ago. Now it seems more fixed.

Not that I don't admire the surface sheen of a pretty het boy. I finally managed to find Brad Pitt attractive. Yes, I know that sounds unlikely. Unlikely that I ever found it difficult. When I saw Interview with a Vampire I was wondering as much what all the fuss was about as I had back in the 70s with Burt Reynolds. Watching a fragment of Meet Joe Black I was captivated by Pitt's lovely thick hair. Good eyes too. But there's something about the arrangement of chin and cheek that says blonde Neanderthal to me.

Anyways, a couple of Adam Rickitt CDs came into the shop. I brought them home to me. They aren't bad. Nor are they good. Nor have I pulled out the posters or watched the video, either of which would give me a chance to admire his smooth chest. It isn't an act of willed purity. Attraction is annoyingly beyond our control or everybody would be pansexual.

Are the gay men who can only be turned on by straight men still out there? There’s lots of scary sex I’ve never disapproved of (maybe even wish I had the nerve to try). But be as open as I can the guys who only want to have sex with ‘real men’ have always disturbed, to be honest, disgusted me. It branches out into too many unhappy, unhealthy ideas about themselves.

I'd been thinking of coming up with a list of people I find attractive that you wouldn't ordinarily think I would.

But I can't really work one out. I enjoy seeing Sam Waterson and Jimmy Stewart. They are very appealing, sweet. But I can't really say it is sexual. Likable is more like it. If we were heirs to our socially inherited dementias we probably wouldn’t be able to distinguish between the two.

Trash

Flesh

Joe Dallesandro long ago was a rare instance of someone muscled and butch that I found very sexy. Dallesandro was once described as being a guy even straight men would lust for. There was a time when the little fellow had a proportion of triceps, elbow and shoulder that seemed to embody the harmony the ancient Greeks talked too much about that he seemed irresistible.

Looking so innocent and baffled the early Jean-Claude Van Damme got past my usual filters. Not much later he became merely coarse macho meat.

There are some old actresses ranging from Marion Davies to Myrna Loy whose looks and persona that can make me a bit of yearning. Of the current crop only Michelle Pfeiffer does that to me.

Given Dr. Frank N. Furter’s designer boyfriend technology what would I create for myself?

Eerie Queerie!*

One fantasy I’ve described to a friend would be a 5’8”, vaguely Japanese, red-haired transvestite. Where that came from I can’t say. I’ve never had a bias for Asians or mooned about transvestites. Maybe it was suggested by some of the Yaoi images from Japanese manga. Another fantasy image is a 6’4”, waifish (little muscle, no fat), icily pale blonde with but-length hair.

But that is all stuff and nonsense.

* I've never seen it but for a time it mysteriously brought people to this site from Google. Nice title.