On Hot Gay Statues: With Remarkable Nonchalance, Stockholm Obliterates All Challengers

05Jan09

In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. But not really.

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Today we received the above (and well, below) photograph from Eric Patton of Sore Afraid. (Which btw we recommend for anyone — like us! — interested in refreshingly unrelenting pessimism, literary angst, truthful travel writing and related rumination.)

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This statue, obv one of the hottest and most smokin’ dads ever is from Drottningholm Palace in Stockholm (Sweden). Question: can a statue be NSFW?

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Having also just returned from Europe, it makes us think about how the United States is in fact the worst country in the western if not entire world has an embarrassing dearth of hot gay statues. In our case, we were overwhelmed by the literally hundreds of hot gay statues we encountered; and how, for this reason, it was actually a relief to get a single photograph, because we’ve yet to wrap our mind around what we witnessed abroad, much less the obsessive documentation we brought back with us, as if to prove to ourselves that such things really do exist after they have faded from our memory.

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To explore the realm of hot gay statues — something we started as really nothing but a traffic-whoring joke — can be surprisingly depressing in this regard, to the extent it confirms our continued existence in the new dark ages. Was life better 200 years ago? Although it’s ridiculous to ever generalize, in some ways, it seems like it probably was! (And here’s Exhibit A.)

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But as often happens, the melancholy fades as we resign ourselves to our inability to change anything; we are consoled by the understanding that these places exist somewhere, even if thousand of miles away or hundreds of years in the past, which for our purposes now is pretty much the same thing.

The Hot Gay Statue round-up:



3 Responses to “On Hot Gay Statues: With Remarkable Nonchalance, Stockholm Obliterates All Challengers”

  1. 1 c.

    “…because we’ve yet to wrap our mind around what we witnessed abroad, much less the obsessive documentation we brought back with us, as if to prove to ourselves that such things really do exist after they have faded from our memory.”

    This was always my experience, post-Europe. There is a sense of expansion, after visiting, but also an anxiety that “home” might be someplace without a soul; or that Europe might go away (it has had some close calls); or, that my last visit will turn out to be my last visit. Which makes it all the more compulsively important to pore over one’s travel photos and journal essays.

    Fortunately, you at least return to NY, which has its own soul, as well as its own place in the universe.

    I’ve seen a good sampling of hot statues, but the Drottningholm dad’s rippling, come-hither nonchalance is the stuff of Pygmalion-esque dreams. Oh, those nutty Swedes, with their gay marriage, top-1% living standards, and whatnot.

    c.

  2. 3 orinink

    By far the hottest you guys have posted,uhm ,i have to collect myself.great post-gym body(really pre-i guess?).contemplating why i am so attracted to bearded guys lately.damn hmmm….


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