So…I was fiddling around a bit at my drafting table…still trying desperately to get my drawing groove back so I can pick up and continue on with my cartoon series, A Coming Out Story.   It’s been almost a year since I last updated it.  (sigh)  I think finally getting in touch with the object of my affections from way back then has really messed up my head on that one.  It’s probably messed up my head in a lot of other ways too, all coming back to my creative sense.  It just feels too tender right now.

Every now and then I see a beautiful face or a beautiful pose and it sticks with me and I have to at least sketch it out, and maybe improvise on it a tad.  So I’m not completely dried up.  I suppose as long as there are beautiful males on this planet I will never be completely without inspiration.  I sketched this out a little while ago, based loosely on a photo I ran across online.  The pose was lovely, and you very seldom see nice cutoffs anymore.  But I had to change it around a tad to suit me…

This is the sort of thing that causes some of my gay friends to question my homosexuality.  But I am not into hunks, and I really hate the pejorative ‘twink’.  Not that ‘twink’ doesn’t fit some guys, just not the guys I like.  This guy’s entirely a figment of my imagination, like the pirate I drew a while ago, and like the pirate, I felt somehow like I was coming to know him while I drew him.  He’s a bit on the lean side, but fit, and I tried to put a sense of playful energy in the pose, like before he’ll give you a roll in the sack he’d like to run you around the court a few times first to size you up.  He’s no airhead.  I tried to put some intelligence in the direct look he’s giving you.  But he likes to be sexy too.  There was a time when that was okay.  

I’ve worked on the pirate some more too, since you last saw him…most background stuff.  Hopefully I’ll have enough energy this week to charcoal and ink up these two.  But I can’t promise that.  There’s a part of me that’s aching now…really, really badly…and it’s all tied up in with the drawing side of my brain.

Now I’m going for a cigar walk.  Then to bed.  Hopefully to dream.