In praise of the male butt
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François was kind enough to gift me with more images of Toby Bluth, a gay cartoonist I remember from long ago.
My body with the humorless honesty it often has responded more strongly to certain images than others. As a gay man I'm not much involved in the race's nutty desire to keep itself around. (Yes, I know some of you, male or female are.) But my residue or transmogrified biological demands combine with my psyche to leave me helpless before the shape of certain body parts.
We all have our private encyclopedias of beautiful people we've seen. The important entries were written when we were young. My inner directory of pretty faces glimpsed is large. They are referenced for their individual pleasure.
The listings under "Butts, male" are sparser. I think they establish taxonomy. Some of them were glimpsed only briefly but they set the patterns with which I've classified and judges the boy buns that have followed: triangular, flat, perfect roundness. In retrospect some seem flashy in their restrained opulence, others irresistible in their minimalism.
It isn't that I haven't taken pleasure in the roundness in the front. But I don't see the same variety. Perhaps the individual qualities of the penis are better appreciated when it is revealed. Denim doesn't hide the virtues of the buttocks.
See also: The mystery of bottoms' orgasms