On Paper, rapper Machine Gun Kelly (Colson Baker) shouldn't appeal to me, there are so many things about him that usually rebel, not compel me... his name, just the beginning. Yet..Kelly's caused that push/pull, that dirty sexy quality that we're all drawn to at one time or another...
I didn't even know who the Ohio rapper even was until last month when featuring actor Douglass Booth and his nude scene in the film The Dirt. (HERE:) The film tells the story of how Mötley Crüe came to be one of the most notorious rock 'n roll groups in history, and Kelly plays Tommy Lee in the film.
When I was searching for images for the post on Booth, I came upon many of Booth Nikki Sixx and Kelly as Lee. I was surprised to see all of Kelly's tats when I started looking for images, as when playing Lee, they were all covered for the film. (see below)
Even with all those tats, and even though I tried to find a song of Kelly's I liked, and failed, I was still drawn to his look, and searching for shots. Kelly has a great face and a hot body, and as you can see seems to have no issue showing it off. It rare to see a shot where he's not sagging pretty low, and if he's not flashing his boxer briefs, he pull's them down and just flashes his fine behind. Sometimes, a little push pull isn't a bad thing...
'It takes courage to knowingly read a book that is challenging some of your cherished beliefs.'
Challenging cherished beliefs is one of artist Richard Rothstein's specialities. Through his art, Richard has turned classic fairy tales and fables into modern truth testers and provoked viewers to look at Manhattan, to look at men and the long held myths about human behavior and male roles through his erotically powerful lens.
We've all seen the mainstream media's vision of a book club. It's usually bored older women, women whose children are off at college and busy with their own lives, and women whose husbands have long abandoned seeing their wives as desirable sexual beings.
In most film and television depictions of book clubs, these women come together, usually aided by several bottles of low priced Chardonnay, to commiserate their circumstances. The books themselves are usually not that important. Although they may dive into the works of Jane Austen or Charlotte Brontë, the club, like most clubs, is a temporary break from feeling so isolated and alone.
As expected, there are few similarities between the book club describe above, and the club that Richard so magnificently assembled together. Yes, it begins with a book, hard covered editions of classic novels, but the books are just act as merely a portal, a way and means to meld the minds, and relax the bodies of the three members of the club.
For this particular meeting of the members, there is no leader, only followers. Serg, Rhaamell and Zen all follow their sensual instincts, their desires and their passions in a transcendent ternion where all three parts are given equal attention and satisfaction.
Nothing that happened before the meeting matters, nothing which occurs after, is thought of or discussed. This meeting is all about the moment, the melding of bodies ad souls, re-energizing the core and spirit of each member, providing a sexual strength and confidence which lasts long beyond the carnal convergence.