Showing posts with label beefcake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beefcake. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Death, where is thy sting?

It's amazing the sort of things you find at work, while you're looking for whimsical news stories to lighten the tone of the paper you edit.

Such as this: the Men of Mortuaries calendar, which "features cheesecake photos of twelve muscle-bound morticians, funeral directors, and crypt keepers." Presumably, women and gay men are dying to meet these guys. Fnar fnar.


I don't know whether to laugh hysterically, or hide under my desk and howl...

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Beefcake & Pin-Ups II

You know, there's something quite delicious about beefcake that's at least 50 years old - if only because you know you're admiring or fantasising about a person who is now old and (at least traditionally) unattractive - or possibly even dead. If I was more alert and brain-engaged I'd now craft a metaphor referencing the light of long dead stars and the the transient nature of lust and infatuation, but it's late and I'm tired, so here are a few JPG's instead...

Brooding, Bad & Beautiful
It may not have been deliberate, but the homoerotic aspects of the
relationship between Plato (Sal Mineo, left) and Jim Stark
(James Dean) in Rebel Without A Cause (1955)
are inescapable today. A couple of years ago I toyed with
the idea of reworking the plot of the film as a young adult novel,
with the working title Rebel, that would bring the film's
queer subtext into the foreground, ending with Judy (Natalie Wood)
dying and the boys finally united, instead of Plato's tragic death,
as seen in the film. Hell, maybe one day I'll actually write it...


Homegrown beefcake: Errol Flynn
My mum was so enamoured of Flynn, in particular
his star turn as Robin Hood in 1938's The Advenures of
Robin Hood
, that I was almost named Errol when I was born.
Thankfully she named me after Richard the Lionheart instead...


Me Tarzan, you Richard
I wonder how many other adolescent boys started reading the books
of pulp author Edgar Rice Burroughs as a direct result of former
Olympic swimmer Johnny Weismuller's star role as Tarzan?
Surely I can't have been the only one...?


Dr Frank-N-Furter was right
If you "want something visual that's
not too abysmal, we could take
in an old Steve Reeves movie."


Fury. Ed Fury.
This handsome gent used to appear in magazines which
celebrated the beauty of the male body. Dear me, no, not porn.
Physique magazines. All very healthy and above board.
Get your salacious mind out of the gutter and start looking at the stars.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Beefcake!

I've spent most of this uncomfortably hot Friday sitting at my computer, and taking notes on daily life in the 1940s, especially the daily lives of gay men in that era.

While my main focus is Melbourne in the winter of 1942 (the period in which I've decided to set my new novel) I have been taking the odd detour into other periods and places as I browse the web. Not surprisingly, I've also occasionally been distracted by beefcake and pin-ups as the day progressed. It's rather amusing, and touching, to consider that some of these images were once considered titillating, even controversial. Ah the joys of earlier, more innocent days...


Tortured and brooding movie star Montgomery Clift



The best in B-movie beefcake: Guy Madison


Just good friends: Guy Madison comforts Robert Mitchum
in Till the End of Time (1946)

Good clean fun!

More good clean fun!

Healthy body, healthy mind!