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THE DAILY DERRIERE, FEBRUARY 7, 2016

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Post date February 7, 2016
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The dating on the Daily Derriere drawings I’m culling from is going to get wonky from this point onward. That’s because my life was getting out of control (not that it was ever IN control) as my spouse, John Callahan, was nearing the end of his life in the beginning of 2013. John was dying of metastasized prostate cancer, having been diagnosed as terminal in October 2010. He passed on February 17, 2013. During those couple of months (and the period afterwards) it became hard to keep a daily drawing schedule, especially after I had a nearly fatal stroke on April 2, 2013. So I’m filling in the gaps with other drawings, many of which have nothing to do with derriere.

Tags Flaming Artist, Hairy Men, Homoerotic Art, John Callahan, Prostate Cancer, Stroke, Uncut Penises

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PrismaColor Drawings of My Youth#5; Hit the Showers ’81

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Post date March 14, 2012
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The guy on the left is a super-idealized version of my 7th grade gym coach, Mr. Blasongame (?), the man who did nothing to protect me when I was being repeatedly bullied during second semester. Every day, I was cat-called (“Mrs. Rader” was the favorite), called out for fights after school, etc etc. It didn’t stop until the school year ended and we (my family) went on a summer long car trip around the western half of the United States. For some reason, when I started 8th grade, the bully kids mostly left me alone. My mom’s theory about that was that I filled out, got bigger. But that didn’t protect me the previous year.

I hadn’t hit puberty yet; I didn’t even know what a “fag” was when they started tormenting me with that word. My sin: I was a big (for my age) in-doorsy kid who cried easy. By the time I was done with 7th grade, I vowed nobody would ever make me cry again. It worked okay for a while. However, as I reached adult-hood, I realized I couldn’t cry even if I tried. It’s taken years of work to be able to get to the point where I can cry, on occasion.

Tags Beefy Men, Bullies, Gym Coaches, Hairy Men, Homoerotic Art

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PrismaColor Drawings of My Youth#3; Call of Nature ’80

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Post date March 12, 2012
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Actually, it’s not true that I had no access to real flesh and bone guys during this period. I had just gotten laid for the first time in October of ’81, a couple months after my 21st Bday. In fact, my first b.friend, Denys, was on the hiking trip, in the mountains of Alaska, where I frostbit my feet, causing me to be laid up for 2 months, giving me plenty of time to do these laborious, detailed drawings. Unfortunately, I was laid up at my parents house and didn’t have any privacy to make it with Denys during the recovery period.

This seems to be the same guy from “Artist & Model”. If you saw his backside, there would be a ponytail.

Denys, by the way, went through the same trauma I did, but escaped without any frostbite damage. Go figure.

Tags Bears, Camping, Frostbite, Hairy Men, Nature

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PrismaColor Drawings of My Youth#2; Artist & Model

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Post date March 11, 2012
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Actually, the promp for posting these drawings, 30 years after doing them, was that I was contracted (back in November or December of ’11, to participate in an upcoming Bruno Gmuender anthology entitled Fur. I scanned these drawings from my old sketchbooks, cleaned them up slightly, and sent them to the publisher. I have heard nothing since. I reviewed the contract I signed and see nothing about exclusivity (in case they intend to use any or all of these drawings), so I’m going to post them on my blog.

This drawing is definitely wish fulfillment. I suppose it’s every artist’s dream, in a way: to have sex with one’s models or fantasy figures. At this stage of my life, I was definitely making love to the paper with my pencils, since I had no actual flesh and bone guys to make it with.

Tags Artists, Beefy Men, Hairy Men, Homoerotic Art, Models

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PrismaColor Drawings of My Youth#1; Call of Nature

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Post date March 11, 2012
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I did these drawings in two of my early erotic sketchbooks, done when I was 21 years old and laid up for 2 months recovering from frost-bit feet that I acquired on Thanksgiving weekend 1981. I had nothing but time on my hands and was able to do these meticulous layered, luminous drawings that I’ll be serializing over the next few days.