I am not usually a fan of nepotism in any field. In show business it has been responsible for inflicting many talent challenged individuals onto our movie and television screens. For every Mamie Gummer and Mariska Hargitay there has to be a Tori Spelling, Charlie Sheen and the Stepford spawns of Will and Jada. I will make an exception however for the son of Jeremy Irons, especially since he seems to be following in his fathers footsteps not just with talent, but with the willingness to yank off his pants when the role requires it.
I can't say I have yet to really see 28 year old Max Irons light burn up the screen, I dozed through most of his movie debut in Red Riding Hood, but I do look forward to watching more of him in the British series 'The White Queen'. In the little I have seen, Irons is not only compelling, but strikingly beautiful. Although his famous father tried to dissuade him from entering the life of a thespian, like most sons, he rebelled, doing exactly what he wanted anyway.
'Fred pushed Shaggy down on the couch roughly, breaking the kiss. He took in the sight of Shaggy. The way his chest rose and fell due to his erratic breathing, the way his eyes were glazed over with lust, the slightly parted pink plump lips, and his member standing erect. Fred wanted to take him right there and then, but decided he would have a little fun first.'
I don't usually read fan fiction, especially cartoon fan fiction... but on this cold and windy Sunday, reading about Fred and Shaggy was enough to inspire a post.
The post actually began with Randy's brilliant image of Fred taking a selfie. I saved the image as soon as I saw it and knew I wanted to use it at some point. Many kids like myself developed their first same sex crushes on the guys that were save to watch and read about. Fred, and the Scooby Gang were save, and Fred an obvious choice to crush over.
Blonde and handsome, and just a wee bit dim, what more could you ask for as a confused 11 year old. Although I guess we were supposed to root for Fred and Daphne as a couple, many of us thought it might be Shaggy who got shagged in the back of that van. The set up was sort of written for us, The girls and dogs off chasing down a clue to mystery. The boys in the Van, Shaggy and Fred getting more than a bit high, (you know Shaggy grew his own) and then getting more than a bit physical. The story is not original, a quick google search was enough to say many Scooby watchers had similar thoughts about two of the gang members.
Each artist's images that I feature inspire me in different ways, some hit memories from my past, some touch things I am going through in the present. Some hit specific emotions and some simply arouse. From the minute I discovered the work of JayBee from Frisky Frolic I was taken back to elementary school. Not because of any childlike quality but because Jay taps into a creativity, one most of us lose as we grow older.
The type of creativity we all had in our fifth grade art class. In those days we loved getting wet and dirty working with paper mache, creating molds and puppets and all forms of creations from an imagination not yet dampened with the realities of the world. We used color boldly and the brighter the better. It was a creativity both unlimited and brave.
This limitless feeling always strikes me when spending time at Frisky Frolic. We all have memories (all of us) of tying that big bath towel around our neck and pretending to be Superman (or maybe Wonder Woman...). Maybe we even did it while in our underoos! So many erotic images of the male forum are so mature and serious that I love the contrast in feel (and the frisky and the frolic) within JayBee's work.
These images of FH favorite Quinn Christopher Jaxon were taken as part of a fun Halloween themed shoot in October, but I didn't want to wait until next Halloween to post them. The images are a great example of why I so love JayBee's work. Colorful, fun and with the unabashed creativity we all should tap into a little more.