HALBSTARKE

In keeping with yesterday's Swiss confectionery theme, check out the sweet belt buckles on these Alpine Elvis aficionados from the 1950s.  While in Miami last week, I had the good fortune to come across a booth of vintage photographs by Karlheinz Weinberger, a Swiss artist who lived in Zurich and documented the "halbstarker" culture of the era.  Karlheinz began his career taking photos for an Italian gay magazine under the pseudonym "Jim".  "Halbstarke" (literally "half strongs") were early forebears of DIY hipster culture, with hair and homemade belt buckles unmatched in size and scope even by Texas standards.  Weinberger continued photographing local subcultures the rest of his life, moving from Halbstarke to Switzerland's version of Hell's Angels (pictured above), though professionally he worked in a Zurich warehouse for most of his life and never gained much income from the sale of his photographs.

The exhibition of Weinberger's work in Miami included several photos of early rock-a-billy-wannabes with raging boners.  Unfortunately, "Fair glare" (that unruly mix of overhead lighting and protective glass) kept me from capturing very many usable images.  I searched for the set online but couldn't find any visual references to his x-rated collection.

Here is a sample of Weinberger's better known (and bigger buckled) work:

TAP MY APP

A swipe to your right.  

A swipe to your left.  

Keep your forefinger thumbing (and your forethought at bay) and the fine young gentleman above will grow in size right before your very eyes!  Finally an app for erection fanciers like myself.  I'm not about to recycle my old stack of EFQs, but I like the idea.  Any young aspiring sepia-tone directors want to help me film my own?  With a happy ending this time?  Sadly, artist Dani Ploeger's interactive video "Ascending Performance" is only available on the Android adult app market MiKandi.  

Sadly (and thankfully) because a kindhearted friend took pity on the poor this past weekend and donated me his old iPhone, my first!  Not an Android, but as good an excuse as any to toss my old Nokia block phone back in the garbage bin of techno-history.  Maybe now people will stop accusing me of being a drug dealer (and asking me to join Instagram).  

In the spirit of Ploeger's app, my first smart phone selfie, "Descending Performance, Shaved", 2013:    

ARTIST I LIKE: WALTER PFEIFFER

Swiss artist Walter Pfieffer began his artistic career as a painter and draughtsman.  In the 1970s he turned to photography as a means of taking "notes".  His exploration of the homoerotic world of Zürich earned him wold-wide renown.  These photos are from a recent show of his work at galerie Sultana in Paris.

See more of his print work HERE, and tumblr tags HERE.       

BONERS FOR BOOKS: THE PERFECT CRIME

"Flaccid"

Soft AND hard.

But which represents the Real?

Neither!  Because "reality" is dead, and Jean Baudrillard is the lead homicide investigator.

I like this book soooo much, I found myself underling almost every single line.  A special thank you to the anonymous stranger who found the book on my Amazon Wish List and sent it my way.  :-)
 
  

"Erect"

I SEE PENIS: DAPPLED

I'm sure this happens to almost everyone at some point: You wake up in the morning to look down and discover a huge erection where you didn't see one before.  At least that's what happened one morning this week for BSD reader Buckles in Montréal, who looked down at his dog to discoverer a HUGE thick cock-and-balls straddling his dog's dappled back like a saddle.  Giddy up little doggie.    

I SEE PENIS: PISSOIRE

Finally!  A good reason to sit down and pee. 

Additional pissers to pique your fancy:

 

 

EIGHT DAYS A WEEK: MY TURN

"It was bigger than a breastick.  It was hotter than July.  It was pinker than a plastic flamingo on a San Fernando Valley lawn.  It demanded attention like the neon sign over a Las Vegas porno mart.  It looked like fun."  --p. 94 

By far the best description of an erection I've ever read!  Chapter 22 of Larry Duplechan's "Eight Days a Week":

I SEE PENIS: SOUFFLÉ

Home is where the heart is.  It's often where the mom is too.  BSD reader Sue's mom is more excitable than most.  She keeps her very own log of I SEE PENIS genital doppelgängers.  Sue sent a few of her mother's favorites my way.  The picture above felt particularly inspired: hot mocha cock or the makings of one hell of a chocolate soufflé?

I couldn't resist a simple Google image search.  Would I find any more egg-inspirations waiting for their 15 minutes of shellebrity?  The hung heap of cracked shells at the bottom (wet with albumen) wins hands down.  Let just say my own egg whites stiffened at the sight.   

COLBY LIGHTS THE "MAN-ORAH": DAY SIX

Six days, seven cocks and my erection still hasn't subsided!  Miracle of miracles. The baby Jesus would be proud.