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And who better than Kaique to come and demonstrate the various Member Levels: Curious Member Dangling Member Aroused Member Tumescent Member Esteemed Member Prodigious Member Olympian Member

Obrigado! Story of my life . . . But one more post and I’ll be a Dangling Member. Me too, and his name is Kaique! Talk about a Dangling Member! Woof!

Is it possible to add back the word “Member†to the descriptions? If there’s room, “Olympian Member†just sounds funnier to me than simply “Olympianâ€, and it might make more sense to those who have not read through this thread. Thanks! PS: If you agree, there's no rush at all. Your humanitarian work among the Cariocas of the Rio saunas must not be interrupted or delayed. Too much may be riding on it.

Ha! I notice that you are yourself just one post away from "Tumescent Member". Any plans for celebrating? If you were with TotallyOz in Rio right now, you could celebrate with the young man in the photo. According to the "Top Boys Rio" website, his name is Kaique, and he also does a very nice "Prodigious Member". Wish it were mine.

Well you just know there's a back story to that ad! And once you've got a line with "titillating" in it, the rest just flows.

Excellent! Olympian is inspired! I know what you mean about Tumescent. It is a long, hard word, and probably brings up different images for different people. Here's what comes up for me:

I knew you'd have the answer AdamSmith! What honorific do you think would best bridge the gap between Tumescent Member and Prodigious Member? I think I recall Andre passing through that state briefly, but words failed me at the time.

At the base of the obelisk, way down low, Stand a couple little girlies with a titillating glow. All the hotties look away, as they hide their swollen dicks, ‘Cause they know that later on they’ll be one anothers’ tricks.

I see what you mean, and it's driving me back toward Turgid Member. Maybe I'll do some research over the long weekend and see if anything else springs to mind.

According to Wikipedia, statues of Priapus, in full rampant splendor, were used in Roman gardens to promote an abundant crop, and to guard against thieves. Epigrams were included, so that would-be robbers didn’t miss the point: "I warn you, my lad, you will be sodomised; you, my girl, I shall futter; for the thief who is bearded, a third punishment remains." "... If I do seize you . . . you shall be so stretched that you will think your anus never had any wrinkles." And to think I've been getting by with just a sundial!

I don't know if this is a serious obsession, or just a casual one, but I think it would be nice to celebrate our most steadfast contributors with fitting honorifics. I recently was graduated from a plain old "Member" to an "Advanced Member", and don't think the champagne didn't flow! It took 30 posts to get there and now all I can think of is what's the next mountain to climb, and what lies at the summit? I guess I've been talked out of "Turgid Member", but what about "Tumescent Member"? Or, dare I dream, "Prodigious Member"? OK, I'll say it, here's what would launch a plethora of posts from yours truly, and settle the question of obsession once and for all: 1. New to 99 posts - Dangling Member 2. 99-250 posts - Aroused Member 3. 251-500 posts - Tumescent Member 4. 501-750 posts - Esteemed Member 5. Over 751 posts - Prodigious Member

Priapus, the God of the phallus and male sexuality, weighs his prodigious member. This is from a painted wall at the House of the Vettii, in Pompeii. (The culture of Pompeii was abruptly ended in 79 A.D. by an eruption of mount Vesuvius.) He must have been very popular. I wonder if he ever escorted. He would have been a top, surely, and may have charged by the pound.

Good distinction. Thanks for the insight.

Hypocrisy is a very interesting subject for me. I can’t recall the last time I heard anyone admit to being a hypocrite. But it’s very common to hear people say of others, “Oh, they’re all a bunch of hypocrites!†Makes me wonder how there can be so many hypocrites, and yet so few owning up to being one. The only two explanations I can think of so far are (1) a person is pretty much incapable of seeing his own hypocrisy, and/or (2) he’s being a hypocrite about his hypocrisy. Like you, I don’t judge the Senator’s toe tapping, although I am very tempted to judge his hypocrisy. Then I recall that the downside of judging others is that the tables may get turned one day, and I will be the one getting judged. With all the scandals in the news these days, I’ve been thinking a lot about hypocrisy, and especially with regard to any hypocritical viewpoints or actions of my own. I try to make sure that I’m not a hypocrite, since I dislike hypocrisy in others. But how do I know if I’ve rooted out all of my own hypocrisy? And, until I can be sure, should I really be judging hypocrisy in others? It’s making me nuts. I just sit on the throne some days, tapping my foot.

I loved today’s CBS radio commentary from Dave Ross, in which he explains toe tapping. He says it’s a highly evolved men’s room code meaning, roughly, “I love you.†He ends by asking all us men to try to control our “happy feetâ€. http://sea.bonnint.net/2007/0828rosstue.mp3 After Dave Ross’ commentary, the San Francisco Bay Area traffic report came on. In his usual friendly voice, the helicopter guy said, “People are tapping their feet trying to get through the Caldecott Tunnel tonight . . .†I’m finding the whole thing pretty funny, but I am reminded of the downside of spending your life judging the behavior of others. It can probably make you feel superior for a while but, when the tables get turned, they can get turned with a vengeance. The Senior Senator from Idaho is twistin’ in the wind.

I was looking for an image of him working the stalls on both sides but, alas, no. Too bad the Senator from Idaho didn't consider switching sides.

Once you get the hang of it, I bet you'll be a regular Gene Kelly!

This looks like it: http://www.gaytravelbrazil.com/bboard/travelcenter.cfm

What a great story and what a great idea! When I was looking at the picture of the hottie's six-pack in the Apple Store, I noticed a button just below labeled "email photo". I was so tempted to send myself a copy, but didn't want it to get back to Steve Jobs. Now that you and AdamSmith have given me the OK for some cheap and tawdry behavior, I may get me an iPhone and start trolling the local malls and urinals. I wonder if I could paint it to look like a urinal cake. Anyone into trompe l'oeil?

You make it sound so cheap!

Stopped by the local Apple Store on Friday for my first good look at the iPhone. They must have plenty available, since there were eight on the counter for people to play with. I picked one up, hit a button at random, and saw a very cute twink’s face smiling back at me. I guess some kids had been taking pictures of themselves while they were in the store earlier, and I’d stumbled onto the photo button. Like other Apple products, the iPhone is very intuitive. I slid my finger across the screen, and the next picture popped up. Same kid, but this time his lips were all pouty, and he was looking seductively into the camera. Hoping for another picture like that, I slid my finger across the screen again, and up popped a blurry picture of a belly button. The kid must have been into it, and maybe the store wasn’t crowded when he was there, because in the next picture he had pulled up his shirt to show his lower abs. And in the final picture of this very enjoyable series, he had pulled his shirt all the way up and was showing off the hottest little six-pack I have seen in quite some time. Thanking my lucky stars for sending me to this particular iPhone on this particular day, I snagged the software I’d come in for and wandered out, very impressed by the technical savvy of the younger generation, and their willingness to share their discoveries with others!

Me too, AdamSmith. I've also been wondering about your position on nuns. His Holy Urbanity was said to have picked up some shady habits along the way.

I never go ANYWHERE without one. I just feel naked without an escort! Wait a minute. I feel naked WITH an escort! There's a lesson in here somewhere . . .

Thanks, AdamSmith. Your thread is one that makes us think, and still is fun. So quickly autumn’s in the air. So slowly do we stop to care. The Wallace Stevens that you chose was thoughtful, moving, on the nose. Your kindness, I’m ashamed to say, stayed undefiled for just a day. And then the thread began to drift. From lofty heights, its fall was swift. What started as a post with love went straight downhill with just a shove. I worried that you’d be distressed, but your response left me impressed. Not only did you share our smiles, you shared the bishop and his piles. I doubt that you will ever see a quatrain from the likes of me. But if a limerick gets it done, I’ve got a gem about a nun.

I think you may have responded to my post by mistake. Age is doing its level best to wither me, and my infinite variety peters out after Dorothy Parker, Joyce Kilmer, and a fairly prolific unknown whose primary outlet was just above the urinals at the Reading Terminal in the early sixties. But I’d like to latch on anyway, since AdamSmith was kind enough to refer to a niche in the Church of St. Giles, and that reminded me of one more Dorothy Parker. Well, actually, she said she didn’t do it since she would never rhyme honor with Madonna. But see if you don’t think that it could have been just a case of plausible denial. She had spent the weekend, so the story goes, at San Simeon, as the guest of publisher William Randolph Hearst and his not-so-secret mistress, Marion Davies. She was amused to see that, over the door of Davies’ bungalow, there was an alcove in which stood a statue of the Virgin Mary. Parker is alleged to have written: Upon my honor I saw a Madonna Standing in a niche, Above the door of a prominent whore Of a prominent son of a bitch. She was working in Hollywood at the time, and Hearst could have buried her, so I can see why she might not have wanted to step forward and take credit. Plus she knew there was more where that came from. Many thanks for the indulgence!