As one can see from yesterday’s head turn on Ed Asner, my reference-free attempt at drawing Lou Grant is somewhat different. Actually, looking at the two versions side-by-side, I like my fantasy version somewhat better. The man on the right is the somewhat idealized version of myself.
Last night I pulled out my DVD boxed set of “The Mary Tyler Moore Show Season 1” and did this head turn off freeze frames of Ed Asner. Hmmm. Not there yet. Stay tuned.
The series of drawings I’ve come to call “Down Low With Lou” was executed in December ’88, January ’89. After having pursued it to the point where I found it had legs, I decided to pin the “Lou” character down with a more formal character design. Since I had been employed for a half decade in the TV Animation industry by that time, that meant a head-turn. If I’d really been into it, I’d have done a 3/4 besides the profile and front, and maybe a full body turn as well, with a page of attitude drawings. This would have all be good practice for one of my career goals, transitioning from storyboards to character designs, or, at least, getting to do both, like my hero, Alex Toth.
Note that I was working with out reference, so the drawings only look like Ed Asner in a general sense.
After several times he clenched his anus hard at my all-in point. Even though slick, his grip was too strong for me to easily pull out. Before I could react he whisper “leave it there”.
So I left it there. For several seconds neither of us moved. Then he began to clench, softly at first, then more and more roughly. I let him have his way, and, shortly, I began to enjoy it. He was giving me a deep-throat blow job with his man-cunt. After a minute I had to pull out to keep from summing—-Oops, was I too late?…..
“Whew, you almost made me cum, you bastard!”
“I thought that was the general idea”
“This too good to end so soon. I want this to last.”
But it didn’t.
“I wanted him to fuck me, but he insisted he saved that for his wive; everything else was fair game, though.
“He crouched on the couch and I got on behind him, holding my upward arching boner so that it would line up with his sphincter. I spit on my dick and made use of the pre-cum to lube up, bent me l leg so that my tip was held down by the edge of his ass-bone, and let go. I slide the tip up the hairy, sweaty bottom ridge to his anus, resting it there without pushing in. I waited until he groaned, “C’mon man…”, until I started to push, gently at first, and then harder until he gave way.
“His anus was too rough for me, so I pulled out and slathered some more oozing pre-cum over “Uncle Gerry” and went back in again, this time sliding in further and easier. I pulled out, re-lubed, and re-entered. Lou, silent until now, moaned, and I felt myself going in to my stopping point. I left there for a few seconds and pulled out slowly, letting myself pop out and flap upward, hitting me below my belly button with a soft smack.
“I bent down and repeated the operation. As my tip rested against his pelvis he hissed the hissed again as “Uncle Gerry” slid up his under-pelvis to strain against the top of his anus muscle. He moaned as I pushed inside, this time easily. I’d have sworn he was actually doing his own lubing, which later proved true given the embarrassing wet puddle on the couch we later discovered.
I drew this series in December 1988/January, 1989.
I had met my spouse in September ’85. We agreed to be monogamous for the first year of our relationship, but after that we opened things up with 3 rules: 1) Safe sex, 2) No friends or mutual friends, 3) No one more than 3 times. This last one proved unnecessary; casual hook-ups rarely repeated more than twice; it was like, “Is this going anywhere? No? Well, have a nice life”. I would average two nights out a week; my favorite bars were the One Way and The Gauntlet II (in Silverlake), and the Spike (in West Hollywood).
My spouse preferred bars for straight Hispanics. He’d play pool with them until closing (2 AM) then continue the drinking out back, hopefully resulting in his getting to give the straight guys blow jobs. His motto was, “The difference between a gay Hispanic and a straight Hispanic is three beers”.
This drawing was done in January 1989. I had joined ACT UP/LA in the fall of ’87. Since I and my husband had just bought a house with a garage and a back yard, I volunteered my house as the site for the signage painting and float construction. ACT U? LA was a really fun, artistic group, with lots of great, humorous-yet pointed ideas for activism. It didn’t dawn on me, at first, that the majority of the members had AIDS or HIV. Duh. Comparatively speak, I was a dilettante, a fair weather activist. My life wasn’t at immediately at stake; I and my husband got tested for HIV for the first time in that summer.
My spouse was not a member of ACT UP; he was active in Democratic politics; in fact he was a delegate committed to Jesse Jackson in the ’88 presidential election. The delegates had to meet (twice a month? One a week on Fridays?) in Sacramento because it was equally inconvenient for everybody.
