1. you can walk straight through hell with a smile
    – The Script - “Hall of Fame”

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  2. ihatejoelkim:

bemasculinenewyork:

Ryan M.38South Slope, Brooklyn
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"When pondering masculinity I could think of my father. He taught high school geography, shop class and was an assistant coach for the football team. I could think of my brother - a teenage thrasher punk turned fantasy football junkie spending hours behind big screen TVs with beer in hand and wearing an oversized team jersey. There was my dad’s dad, who worked in a factory and went deaf from the noises. Or my mom’s father who started with next to nothing and eventually owned his own business, was a civic leader, a pillar in the community and at our church (and a bit racist and definitely homophobic).
I’ve gleaned countless lessons from those men and others in my life. But what kind of man do I want to be? How do I want to be perceived? Look, a firm handshake combined with a kind heart and a dependable nature is great, but I fucking want to be a Tom of Finland archetype! The sailor stretching his crisp white suit. The mustached cop in jodhpur pants. The shirtless biker straining in his leather chaps and jeans. The farmhand. The lumberjack. The lifeguard. The athlete. The businessman. Tom of Finland’s man is both the guy you want to be and the guy you want. They’re men of strength, power, raw sexuality. Aggression. Arrogance. Confidence.
It’s art. It’s porn. It’s fake.The real guys of my teenage years were the occasional men in my dad’s Penthouse mags from the ’70s. Sometimes better than the pictures were the stories in the Forum, after all the ’70s were a very swinging time. And yet the pièce de résistance, the holy grail, so to speak, was the International Malecatalogue. Within its pages were countless confident and sexy guys in all sorts of different undies and swimwear and clothing. These guys didn’t think it odd at all to lounge about the kitchen in a turquoise thong, or hang out with a buddy in a mesh string bikini or tiny red jockstrap. They just seemed so comfortable in their own skin. Again, I wanted that guy, but I also wanted to be that guy. Maybe, just maybe if I owned that turquoise thong, maybe I’d look like that and feel that confident. It doesn’t work that way.
Years later, you’d think I’d have learned that lesson. And yet I’ve got enough underwear that I could go a year before having to do the laundry. I’m always buying, quite literally, what the marketers are selling me: the illusion of beauty and confidence and strength. I know this. I’m aware of it. Still, if I come across a new brand or I catch a sale, I’m sometimes too quick to break out the credit card.
Social media and the countless apps have made it even worse. There’s just so many damn beautiful people in the world. That hottie is 700 feet away… and he won’t give me the time of day. These hunks are in Turkey. Look at all their ridiculously sexy friends and how much fun they have together. Ooh, I have that same pair of underwear. And yet, hmm, I don’t have that muscled ass. My chest isn’t as big. My arms are too skinny. Hell, I can’t grow facial hair. And all the boys today have facial hair!
Needless to say, yeah, I’ve got enough undies and swimwear and the accessories to costume myself in those Tom of Finland looks. I’ve got the shoes and hats, some faux leather pieces. But what I’m often lacking is that confidence, that sense of self. Are confidence and self-assuredness tenets of archetypal masculinity? I believe so. That’s also why I believe so many gay men lust after those archetypal concepts, or at least speaking for myself, why I do. What would it be like to have just a smidgen of that confidence? To feel, to know that who I am, as I am, is good, is great, is natural? What would it be like to live that every day?
Well, that’s what I’m working on. That, combined with a firm handshake, a kind heart, and a dependable nature, that’s the kind of man I want to be. And I’ll do it while rocking some really nice undies. I mean, really nice.”


Reblogging 30% because of the smoking hot dude man up top and 70% because of how much I relate to this particular piece of confessional blawging. 

    ihatejoelkim:

    bemasculinenewyork:

    Ryan M.
    38
    South Slope, Brooklyn

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    "When pondering masculinity I could think of my father. He taught high school geography, shop class and was an assistant coach for the football team. I could think of my brother - a teenage thrasher punk turned fantasy football junkie spending hours behind big screen TVs with beer in hand and wearing an oversized team jersey. There was my dad’s dad, who worked in a factory and went deaf from the noises. Or my mom’s father who started with next to nothing and eventually owned his own business, was a civic leader, a pillar in the community and at our church (and a bit racist and definitely homophobic).

    I’ve gleaned countless lessons from those men and others in my life. But what kind of man do I want to be? How do I want to be perceived? Look, a firm handshake combined with a kind heart and a dependable nature is great, but I fucking want to be a Tom of Finland archetype! The sailor stretching his crisp white suit. The mustached cop in jodhpur pants. The shirtless biker straining in his leather chaps and jeans. The farmhand. The lumberjack. The lifeguard. The athlete. The businessman. Tom of Finland’s man is both the guy you want to be and the guy you want. They’re men of strength, power, raw sexuality. Aggression. Arrogance. Confidence.

    It’s art. It’s porn. It’s fake.

    The real guys of my teenage years were the occasional men in my dad’s Penthouse mags from the ’70s. Sometimes better than the pictures were the stories in the Forum, after all the ’70s were a very swinging time. And yet the pièce de résistance, the holy grail, so to speak, was the International Malecatalogue. Within its pages were countless confident and sexy guys in all sorts of different undies and swimwear and clothing. These guys didn’t think it odd at all to lounge about the kitchen in a turquoise thong, or hang out with a buddy in a mesh string bikini or tiny red jockstrap. They just seemed so comfortable in their own skin. Again, I wanted that guy, but I also wanted to be that guy. Maybe, just maybe if I owned that turquoise thong, maybe I’d look like that and feel that confident. It doesn’t work that way.

    Years later, you’d think I’d have learned that lesson. And yet I’ve got enough underwear that I could go a year before having to do the laundry. I’m always buying, quite literally, what the marketers are selling me: the illusion of beauty and confidence and strength. I know this. I’m aware of it. Still, if I come across a new brand or I catch a sale, I’m sometimes too quick to break out the credit card.

    Social media and the countless apps have made it even worse. There’s just so many damn beautiful people in the world. That hottie is 700 feet away… and he won’t give me the time of day. These hunks are in Turkey. Look at all their ridiculously sexy friends and how much fun they have together. Ooh, I have that same pair of underwear. And yet, hmm, I don’t have that muscled ass. My chest isn’t as big. My arms are too skinny. Hell, I can’t grow facial hair. And all the boys today have facial hair!

    Needless to say, yeah, I’ve got enough undies and swimwear and the accessories to costume myself in those Tom of Finland looks. I’ve got the shoes and hats, some faux leather pieces. But what I’m often lacking is that confidence, that sense of self. Are confidence and self-assuredness tenets of archetypal masculinity? I believe so. That’s also why I believe so many gay men lust after those archetypal concepts, or at least speaking for myself, why I do. What would it be like to have just a smidgen of that confidence? To feel, to know that who I am, as I am, is good, is great, is natural? What would it be like to live that every day?

    Well, that’s what I’m working on. That, combined with a firm handshake, a kind heart, and a dependable nature, that’s the kind of man I want to be. And I’ll do it while rocking some really nice undies. I mean, really nice.”

    Reblogging 30% because of the smoking hot dude man up top and 70% because of how much I relate to this particular piece of confessional blawging. 

    14 hours ago  /  10 notes  /  Source: bemasculinenewyork

  3. so I saw Captain America: The Winter Soldier on the weekend and it was (cue massive surprise from me) REALLY GOOD! I’m not a massive captain america fan but I love black widow so really went to see her. But seriously well done, good fun, good characters, good plot, etc. Really excited to see where Avengers 2/Avengers series goes.

    Now, obviously rewatching ll the Avengers films because… yeah because…. I like Captain America: The First Avenger a lot more now haha. Sigh. 

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  4. Look, I made a set!

    Look, I made a set!

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  6. skippinbeats:

Wish nothing more.

    skippinbeats:

    Wish nothing more.

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  7. brotatobacca:

mystic-johnson:


EXCUSE ME

THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS SITE

mY MOM WAS LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER AND WHEN SHE SAW THIS SHE DROPPED HER PHONE IN SHOCK AND THE SCREEN CRACKED

nom nom

    brotatobacca:

    mystic-johnson:

    EXCUSE ME

    THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS SITE

    mY MOM WAS LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER AND WHEN SHE SAW THIS SHE DROPPED HER PHONE IN SHOCK AND THE SCREEN CRACKED

    nom nom

    (via neverwhere-shesays-sheis)

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  9. vegandragon:

We used to be best buddies,
But now we’re not.
I wish you would tell me why…

This is hysterical and so cute. 

    vegandragon:

    We used to be best buddies,

    But now we’re not.

    I wish you would tell me why…

    This is hysterical and so cute. 

    (via anaeovili)

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  11. givemeinternet:

The closer to the end the more satisfying it gets…

    givemeinternet:

    The closer to the end the more satisfying it gets…

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