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.
This sureal but sexy collage illustration made one of the early posts here at Urban Mountain Man. This one of a kind ink and pen on a digital print is on sale at the shop, in a rustic thrift shop frame, for 50.00
Here in Minneapolis we are having a nice warm stretch, lotsa sunshine and warm breezes! Unfortunately we got about 10 inches of snow the week before, so everything is covered with melty muck. I choose to look up and close my eyes, breathe in and fantasize about the summer days. Here are a few vintage studs from the UMM archives that get my heart pumping for the heat!
Here cums the cum junkie in his box car playing with his cum. Look at him stare at you . Asking with his eyes. Will you give him some to play with too, or will you quietly walk away? Thank you for your time.
To all you urban mountain men, bears, lions, wolves, pigs, beasts of the night, work horses, horse cocks, Daddies and boys, twinks and cupcakes, leather fags, masters and slaves, str8’s, bi’s, closet queens, all queens, and everyone in between, have a wonderful weekend. I hope to see you OUT! I’ll will try my best to meet you there.
So low and lazy up in my tree
What should I do? What should I do?
All day staring between the leaves
Daydreaming yellow to blue
Head in the branches hands on my knees
All finished making my goo
Can’t decide if I need to pee
Can’t stop thinking of you