That's the title of one of my favourite songs. The most lethal, the most essential thing is to hear your own voice. Also, keeping up with the idea of writing as catharsis, this one blog is dedicated all to myself. More Solipsism would be hard to find. And I like it like that. Oh, and this is a queer (and self-proclaimed 'ADULT') blog so go ahead, make your day... mine is done.
Oh, apparently this is a thing on YouTube. There's male YouTubers that dedicate their time to... showing off their fantastic bodies. All while keeping everything kind of PG-13-ish. Who knew? I didn't. And now YouTube is giving me thirst traps every three videos. Men in singlets doing Yoga. Men in skimpy underwear doing stretching exercises. Men in jockstraps talking to a camera while oiling each other. Who said that google's stalk-y algorhythm was wrong? I'm telling you, just like that creepy ex-boyfriend that cannot take a no for an answer.
This channel in particular belongs to Mr. Daniel Shoneye, who has the cutest accent ever. And a banging body. Yep, that he has. And he knows it, and he is willing to let us look at it for as long as we want. The good thing is that for as far as I know, YouTube allows these men to 'review' underwear and give their opinions on what they are wearing. It's kind of a male Victoria's Secret/Sports Illustrated kind of trip. And I'm here for it.
Not that I go out of my way to ogle muscular men modeling underwear. I find it interesting for a minute and then I need to move on. I guess I'm not into muscle worship or anything like that. I imagine that's why strippers do very little for me, no matter how attractive they may be. I like the full monty, because I'm slutty and smutty. But on the other side, this could be what new generations of gay men see and discover they ARE indeed gay. Remember that first rush of adrenaline you felt the first time you saw a man who really shook you to your core? That first image that made you look around to see if anybody noticed what you knew was a cataclysmic change? It may have been the locker room, a magazine in the newsstand, the International Male catalog, the skin magazine found in the trash, the odd porn movie left behind by somebody in a box. It may have been anything. Or several of these things.
Well, this is what gay men born in this millenium may find sparks the realization that they indeed are attracted to other men. Funny how things change but they stay the same, no?
But to tell you the truth, I'm all for this kind of exhibitionism. Especially in a medium as prudish and irrational in its choices of censorship as YouTube. They would flag and demonetize anything remotely sexual. But reviewing underwear? Oh, that's ok. Doing Yoga half naked? Fine. Licking somebody's bicep? That's nothing. I bet more than one gayling has realized he really liked dick after one of these 'reviewers' popped up in their suggestions.
Remember when men would submit their pics to a website and you'd have to log on it to be able to see them in their underwear? No? I guess I'm one of the olds, now. I remember when AOL was a thing, back in 2000. The internet was not the cornucopia of porn it is now. Nowadays, you cannot log on in an unknown page online because you can get slapped on the face with some glorious piece of meat. And I'm all for it. Now, both Daniel and Maximus have, of course, Only Fans, where we can see them in all their glory. Without Big Brother Google spying over our shoulders. Isn't that fun?
But I will have to say that Daniel's channel really was a surprise. And his friends are all very well versed on the thirst trap routine. Because I followed their breadcrumbs and I ended up on their Twitter pages and THEN the fun started. Because Twitter has become what Tumblr used to be: a fun playground for naked men and the men (and women, I imagine) that like to look at them unclothed. And the good thing is that I got an eyeful. That's for sure.