As a rule I prefer adolescent lads with slender gracile figures and very little body hair or none (except perhaps at certain strategic points). There are some very rare exceptions. One thing that annoys me about being in a gay neighborhood is finding nothing but acres of beefcake and manmeat in the bookstores and card shops. The excision of the beautiful boy from gay image-making is a product of censorious thought control. (The subject of this painting is not me.) |