This blog seeks to legitimize, as it was in the past, the aesthetic appreciation of youthful beauty, and, like many who appreciate youthful beauty, I say, HANDS OFF. Look, but don't touch. I believe that those who abuse minors should be punished. Initially, if the abuse is negligible, by minor punishments. In the extreme, by isolating the person to a known reserve for dangerous persons (no, I don't mean prison, for I despise prison - I mean more like banishment).
I removed a few links, as I only believe in the tasteful display of beauty. Please send me a comment if I ever inadvertently link to or post to anything distasteful or inappropriate.
At least temporarily, I will shortly be removing almost all links and most of the artwork. This is a necessary step (I cannot explain why) and I do not know if or when I will reverse it. The blog will continue, however, if I can, to be an information resource and an place for me to appeal for a more common sense approach to major issues of our time.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Nude Boy with a Cat
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I cannot provide more information about Renoir at this time as I am having computer problems. By the way, I should probably thank Blogger. Blogger gets frequent complaints about anything related to youthful beauty, and, under such pressure, they often delete blogs. Perhaps to relieve this pressure a bit, Blogger does not allow search engines to find this blog. On the other hand, this, sadly, means that far fewer people see this blog!
When I have two or more different photos of a piece, I usually post them all.
I cannot provide more information about Renoir at this time as I am having computer problems. By the way, I should probably thank Blogger. Blogger gets frequent complaints about anything related to youthful beauty, and, under such pressure, they often delete blogs. Perhaps to relieve this pressure a bit, Blogger does not allow search engines to find this blog. On the other hand, this, sadly, means that far fewer people see this blog!
When I have two or more different photos of a piece, I usually post them all.
Links, Links, Links
I've gathered many links of interest - all somehow should be within the theme of youthful beauty and art.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I deleted my link to Koinos Magazine, as I noticed that the links they have are to boylove sites.
My personal understanding of "boylove" is that it advocates not inter-generational relationships, but inter-generational sexual activity (whether within a relationship or not, I don't know).
I oppose boy-love because relationships (within boundaries) and admiration are fine (though it can lead to problems!) - but sexual activity with young persons is wrong on several levels.
I oppose boy-love because relationships (within boundaries) and admiration are fine (though it can lead to problems!) - but sexual activity with young persons is wrong on several levels.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Beauty equals sex?
BS. I assure you, if I live to 99 years old I won't be having much sex, but beauty will still be beautiful.
Enraptured
As a little boy I tried, once, at age 5, to play "you show me yours and I'll show you mine." It failed, miserably. I was an only child, and my mother went on to teach me, through example, words and deeds, that nudity was improper and embarrassing and that any sexual activity (she even had a problem with me getting married) was shameful and wrong.
Of course, when I got older she clarified things a bit, and said that she and my dad had no problems in that area, but the information was too little, too late.
Of course, we all had weird childhoods and we can all blame our parents for everything. I'm just letting you know how I became weird in my way . . . and my parents cannot be to blame for everything, and they had some strong points.
Back to nudity. I grew up in the USA in the early 1970s. We had to shower, daily, at school. But I tend to follow my convictions, so I refused. Sometimes I was forced, by the teacher standing over me to make sure I stripped and actually showered. As I made my way towards the shower room, wrapped in my towel, the boys shouted to announce my coming. It was a carnival for them. They would rip my towel from me, hide my clothes, mock my size (I was the smallest boy in height and other dimensions in my class), and I would run, sometimes slip, into the showers, try to get one running, get one or more drops on me, then try to find a towel that anyone had left in the locker room, then try to find my clothes.
Yet I loved school. Had very little social contact at school, but I read and read, all the time. Went on to do three years of college then five years more study after that. Earned a couple of degrees and letters behind my name.
But a volcano was building in me. As it does in every male. All males are sexual, all are dirty, all are dangerous.
At eleven I was thinking about sex and, slowly, a strong hetero drive built up in me, naturally. The homoerotic drive is in about every boy, too. That is why they wrestle, abuse, tie each other up (in games) and do countless other things. Males do have sex with males - it just doesn't involve any sex. It involves domination, teasing, friendship, changing one's clothes in front of each other [of course, times are changing, and males are somewhat less male these days, but that is a topic for my other blog, Fraternity Alive].
I grew up in a small, isolated town. Homoerotic feelings were forbidden and unthinkable. I crushed mine at every opportunity, but that part of me was building itself, too.
And, like most men throughout history, when the homo feelings started to feel so strong that I was afraid I would act on them, I started having sex with my girlfriend. Then, still fearful, I married someone.
You see, someone with homoerotic feelings (as in, every male who has ever lived), usually has an advantage. In most (or many) cultures in history, where homosexuality is forbidden, secretive or very limited, you push yourself to seek women to slake your lust. This works for some people to some degree. Everyone is different in the details.
But my immaturity led to marital problems. I have come to accept my homoerotic interests as normal, and accept that they may be expressed ONLY in socially acceptable manners, such as art.
Sadly, the world is becoming so stupid, once again, that it is starting to condemn even ordinary art such as the ones on this site.
If they want a fight, I hope I am up for it.
Long live man!
and woman!
We men have starting treating women a bit better,
now lay off us men! Stop trying to shame us
and stop trying to make us feel that our feelings are
unnatural.
All kinds of homoerotic feelings are natural,
but I don't recommend, and I even condemn, some
actions they might motivate.
Live within the right boundaries (I am not condemning actions
between adults as much as I am condemning child abuse).
Of course, when I got older she clarified things a bit, and said that she and my dad had no problems in that area, but the information was too little, too late.
Of course, we all had weird childhoods and we can all blame our parents for everything. I'm just letting you know how I became weird in my way . . . and my parents cannot be to blame for everything, and they had some strong points.
Back to nudity. I grew up in the USA in the early 1970s. We had to shower, daily, at school. But I tend to follow my convictions, so I refused. Sometimes I was forced, by the teacher standing over me to make sure I stripped and actually showered. As I made my way towards the shower room, wrapped in my towel, the boys shouted to announce my coming. It was a carnival for them. They would rip my towel from me, hide my clothes, mock my size (I was the smallest boy in height and other dimensions in my class), and I would run, sometimes slip, into the showers, try to get one running, get one or more drops on me, then try to find a towel that anyone had left in the locker room, then try to find my clothes.
Yet I loved school. Had very little social contact at school, but I read and read, all the time. Went on to do three years of college then five years more study after that. Earned a couple of degrees and letters behind my name.
But a volcano was building in me. As it does in every male. All males are sexual, all are dirty, all are dangerous.
At eleven I was thinking about sex and, slowly, a strong hetero drive built up in me, naturally. The homoerotic drive is in about every boy, too. That is why they wrestle, abuse, tie each other up (in games) and do countless other things. Males do have sex with males - it just doesn't involve any sex. It involves domination, teasing, friendship, changing one's clothes in front of each other [of course, times are changing, and males are somewhat less male these days, but that is a topic for my other blog, Fraternity Alive].
I grew up in a small, isolated town. Homoerotic feelings were forbidden and unthinkable. I crushed mine at every opportunity, but that part of me was building itself, too.
And, like most men throughout history, when the homo feelings started to feel so strong that I was afraid I would act on them, I started having sex with my girlfriend. Then, still fearful, I married someone.
You see, someone with homoerotic feelings (as in, every male who has ever lived), usually has an advantage. In most (or many) cultures in history, where homosexuality is forbidden, secretive or very limited, you push yourself to seek women to slake your lust. This works for some people to some degree. Everyone is different in the details.
But my immaturity led to marital problems. I have come to accept my homoerotic interests as normal, and accept that they may be expressed ONLY in socially acceptable manners, such as art.
Sadly, the world is becoming so stupid, once again, that it is starting to condemn even ordinary art such as the ones on this site.
If they want a fight, I hope I am up for it.
Long live man!
and woman!
We men have starting treating women a bit better,
now lay off us men! Stop trying to shame us
and stop trying to make us feel that our feelings are
unnatural.
All kinds of homoerotic feelings are natural,
but I don't recommend, and I even condemn, some
actions they might motivate.
Live within the right boundaries (I am not condemning actions
between adults as much as I am condemning child abuse).
Robert Bliss (1925-1981) information
Robert Bliss was a controversial painter of adolescent boys, then, later in life, “to colorful landscapes as well as psychedelic visionary paintings.” Robert was the “Artist-In-Residence and art teacher at the Deerfield Academy in Connecticut in 1951. Deerfield was then one of the most elite private boys' schools in the country.”
Robert Bliss apparently made hundreds of paintings, and I have read a claim by one collector that he owns 500 works and is writing a book (I think his name was Mark Porter, but I am not certain).
(from the Leslie Lohman Gay Art Foundation article)
See biography at:
http://leslielohman.com/ArtistsPages/bliss.html
Robert Bliss apparently made hundreds of paintings, and I have read a claim by one collector that he owns 500 works and is writing a book (I think his name was Mark Porter, but I am not certain).
see website at:
http://robertrbliss.com/
see excellent article at:
http://www.leslielohman.org/newsletter/No19/bliss19_1.htm
Robert Bliss apparently made hundreds of paintings, and I have read a claim by one collector that he owns 500 works and is writing a book (I think his name was Mark Porter, but I am not certain).
(from the Leslie Lohman Gay Art Foundation article)
See biography at:
http://leslielohman.com/ArtistsPages/bliss.html
Robert Bliss apparently made hundreds of paintings, and I have read a claim by one collector that he owns 500 works and is writing a book (I think his name was Mark Porter, but I am not certain).
see website at:
http://robertrbliss.com/
see excellent article at:
http://www.leslielohman.org/newsletter/No19/bliss19_1.htm
Antoine-Felix Bouré (1831–1883)
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Antoine-Felix Bouré (1831–1883) was also a sculptor, known for his monumental lions and his statue of the Gallic leader Ambiorix on the monumental gate of Berchem in Antwerp.
from Edmond Marchal, La sculpture et les chefs-d'œuvre de l'orfèvrerie belges (Brussels, 1895), p. 696,
cited in http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki article on Paul Boure (the older brother of Antoine Boure).
Monday, February 22, 2010
Secrets of the Art Fanatic
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This is not my first website to deal with classic and modern youth art.
Right now, I am recreating my files and sorting them. Thus, I am posting a few artworks for which I have lost (temporarily, I hope) the associated information.
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