Last week I posted a “2 Dicks is Better than One” sketch. This week it’s three dicks, on three guys, who sort of look like brothers comparing their similar looking equipment. This is a digital sketch so I was able to confront the framing issues head on, unlike the last weeks pen sketch where the balls got cut off one of the wang bars. Will next week bring four cocks?
I used to have so much solo fun making jack-off videos in the early days of xtube. I am a bit of an exhibitionist, and it was a rush getting attention for something so easy and enjoyable, but in the end I stopped because I didn’t like being recognized at the bar. I got tired of having expectations placed on me when I generally prefer anonymity. Looking for romance, I hope to find a good conversation with a handsome fella when I go out. Often times my online persona would get in the way with that objective. Either I’d get obnoxiously hit on by mega horny dudes, or guys would assume I’m mega horny all the time. Basically it stopped being cool, and became a chore to keep up. Unfortunately I couldn’t just keep this fetish in the bedroom. Sometimes I regret pulling the plug on my xtube channel, but overall I’m happy with that decision. I’d rather be focusing on my aesthetic convictions with this site, and keep some parts of life private. But you never know… maybe one day I’ll fire up the webcam and spunk it up for viewers again, or maybe I’ll post an old video in a fit of nostalgia. For now it’ll be just something to think about.
I just wanted to draw some beautiful dicks this week. I like the composition, even though a set of balls got cut off at the bottom of the page(yikes!) but that only makes room for the cuddly bellies that frame the top. Despite the awkward cropping, this pic still makes me happy and horny. But next time I sketch crotches I’ll find a taller paper stock.
In attempt to get myself posting again, (and again, and again,) I’ve pulled out a few old ink drawings I scanned years ago. The original art work exists in a single spiral bound sketchbook located in my closet full of sketchbooks. Now they are completely bit-mapped. Rendered only in black and white pixels. The drawings were made from online porn pics, so you might recognize one or two of them.
Just a late night sketch. Nothing too peculiar. But I feel there is a tension in the line that expresses my deep loneliness. Immediate, contemplative and many mistakes.Kinda sounds like my sex life over the past few years.
Before COVID hit I was not usually one to sing the praises of local bar scene here in Minneapolis. With all the shitty EDM disco taking over every night, as well as fractured communication/nonexistent cruising due to mobile phones ( uhh- and possibly my age/ugly mug,) I rarely felt comfortable sitting alone in the dark, cavernous, sometimes crowded, gay bars. Plus being in my late 40s it’s hard to motivate to go out when I can pay a lot less for beer and listen to better music at home. But the other day I found this art school assignment in my pile. It’s made from sketches done sitting at the local gay bars, over ten years ago. I remember the evenings with my sketchbook staring at the crowd, staring at the men, trying to steal their poses before they would eventually switch positions, and the night would progress one interaction at a time. Maybe when things get back to some kind of normal I’ll try to reconnect with the crowd. The way things are going “Getting back to normal“ seems more than a few months off, but until then I still have my sketches, and memories.
I just created a batch of T-shirts for sale on my other site fearforthefolk.com. The designs have a robotic tribal pop art style similar to Kieth Haring. Below is one of my T’s with gay boys in undies graphic. There are many others and more to come. Check it out – CLICK HERE
Maybe it’s because the long road to the 2020 presidential election had become aggravating weeks ago, and/or maybe it’s because I stayed up late last night watching the polls close with a few too many beers, but I feel like a dick today. I don’t just feel like a dick metaphor as in “being a dick” or being “cocky.” I feel like a dick up my ass and feel like a dick in my mouth. Since I feel like I’m being fucked by the system, it would at least be nice to get the real thing once and awhile-sigh! Covid is still looming over the American landscape, so I’m prolly not gonna get fucked today, but at least I can draw all the dicks, cocks and, butts I need to soothe my sad gay life. This race is tight, so no matter what the result of election, please find time in your life to fight fascism. Society has gotten really scary as of late, and we need to make sure the shriveled penises of the anti-American right wing don’t dick us out of our freedoms and liberties.
Here is a few edited pics from a 1970’s book called Van People. There are many fascinating images of the post hippie culture of vans in this book, and a lot of them feature sexy dudes in cut off jean shorts that beautifully ride up the crotch. I wasn’t old enough to experience this fad first hand but these pics helps fill in the gaps my fantasies need filling.
Not much is going on these days. CV-19 isn’t going anywhere apparently, and that means little to no sex for bachelor Mort. Beating off gets the job done, but doesn’t cure the loneliness or the desire to see, touch, smell, taste another man. The only recourse I have are my drawings, so I will try to use this type sketch therapy more often and show the results here at UMM. Hope you enjoy the results of my pent up frustration.