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We feel compelled to reprint the entire thing, just because we never had any idea that W.H. Auden wrote an unbelievably filthy poem about an anonymous blow job. According to the editor’s note, Auden wrote the poem in 1948, and copies were circulated among friends and fans for years, before Ed Sanders printed an unauthorized version in 1965. Auden publicly denied authorship, which is why we can reprint this without permission and with impunity (as does the anthology, which doesn’t include Auden’s poem on its copyright page). Enjoy! The Platonic Blow W. H. Auden It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown; Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone. I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind, I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged. Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak. I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to say. In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak “Will you come to my room?” Then a husky voice, “O.K.” I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy He told me his story. Present address: next door. Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois. Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four. He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong. His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck. And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart. I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh. His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly. I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there. I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair. I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large. He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way: Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt. And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away. Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held. The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate Singular powers of extension. For a second or two, It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand, Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do. And then with a violent jerk began to expand. By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size. Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick, A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise. I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze. I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob. I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees. I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job. But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head. I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown Trunk against white shorts taut around small Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down. I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all. The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo. The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man, A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth. Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth. Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs, The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear, Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs, Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare. We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch, All fact contact, the attack and the interlock Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock. Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine Person between and closed on it tight as I could. The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine. Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood. I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed. Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act. Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs. I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist. Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed. Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick, But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick. “Shall I rim you?” I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent. Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse. Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal. It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin. His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole. His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy. Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked, Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy. I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide. I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face. Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head, With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove. He thrilled to the trill. “That’s lovely!” he hoarsely said. “Go on! Go on!” Very slowly I started to move. Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown. Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls. I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls. I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow, And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue. His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered “Oh!” As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung. Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock, Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside. The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock. He melted into what he felt. “O Jesus!” he cried. Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat. His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick, His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.

Good for your mom. 😃

Jeepers Creepers...where does that number come from?...if true I'll never get to return...maybe 2030 in a wheelchair.

Betrayed and left at the altar...so sexy and sad.

I came out ages ago and I'm still waiting for it to get better.

https://www.pinknews.co.uk/2021/09/30/next-james-bond-actors-replace-daniel-craig/ What an absolute horrible idea! 9 suave, sophisticated and badass queer actors who should replace Daniel Craig as James Bond The race to find the next James Bond actor is on, and it's time to welcome a queer actor into the long-running franchise. (Getty/Theo Wargo/Ray Tamarra/GC Images/Lia Toby) The race to find the next James Bond is underway as Daniel Craig bids farewell to the role, and honestly, it’s time for a queer actor to finally take on the 007 mantle. In the almost six decades worth of Bond movies, several actors have played the iconic character including Sean Connery, Roger Moore and Pierce Brosnan. However, Craig tops them all as the longest-serving Bond actor in history as he’s been in the role since his debut in 2006’s Casino Royale. But now, Craig drank his last shaken-not-stirred martini as 007 in the new film No Time To Die. Craig said in footage that went viral on social media that portraying Bond was “one of the greatest honours of my life”, and he “loved every single second of these movies”. Speculation is mounting over who should be next to jump into an Aston Martin and take on the world’s bad guys. Technically, there are no hard-and-fast requirements when casting Craig’s successor. However, the actors that have portrayed 007 have traditionally hailed from the UK or a commonwealth country – George Lazenby is from Australia. They have all shared similar attributes as well as they’ve all been white, male and straight. The franchise has evolved over the years, and nothing is stopping the James Bond writers from pushing the boundaries and welcoming a queer actor into the mix. Several stars have been put forward to fill Craig’s shoes, but here are some of our favourite queer actors who would be perfect contenders. Elliot Page Elliot Page attends the 2021 Met Gala on 13 September 2021 in New York City. (Getty/Theo Wargo) Honestly, need we say more? Elliot Page is a serious actor who has a wide range of talent to fit any genre. Plus, he’s proven that he can take on action roles after starring in Inception, and do you remember him in that stunning Met Gala suit? He was oh-so swoon-inducing and definitely Bond-worthy. Luke Evans Luke Evans attends the premiere “Midway” on 5 November 2019 in Westwood, California. (Getty/Frazer Harrison) The Welsh actor is a current fan-favourite for the role and certainly checks all the boxes for the next Bond actor. He’s from the UK, absolutely gorgeous in a suit and is capable of taking on advanced action sequences. He was even highlighted by current James Bond star Ben Whishaw, who plays the technical mastermind Q in the series, as a good candidate for a gay 007. So he’s already got the stamp of approval from someone close to the series. Billy Porter Billy Porter attends the 73rd Emmy Awards on 19 September 2021 in Los Angeles, California. (Getty/Rich Fury) If we’re going to talk about an actor with the range to play bond, Billy Porter is a definite shoo-in. Porter has built his substantial reputation on his impactful performances including Pose’s Prey Tell and Behold Chablis in American Horror Story: Apocalypse. Plus, there could be nothing more magical than Porter bringing his signature style to the role and throwing away all the drab formal wear that James Bond has traditionally worn. Just think about the possibilities! Indya Moore Actor Indya Moore attends the 2021 Met Gala Celebrating In America: A Lexicon Of Fashion at the Metropolitan Museum Of Art on September 13, 2021 in New York City. (Photo by Ray Tamarra/GC Images) While we’re talking about Pose, Porter’s co-star Indya Moore would also be a fantastic choice for a queer James Bond. According to the Hollywood Reporter, the trailblazing actor was recently cast in the highly-anticipated Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom as longtime character Karson, who was originally a Green Lantern villain. So you know that they could take that energy playing a DC baddie and channel it into a stunning spy that breaks all the rules. Kristen Stewart Kristen Stewart attends the premiere of “Charlie’s Angels” on 11 November 2019 in Los Angeles, California. (Axelle/Bauer-Griffin/FilmMagic) Stewart has everything to take on the Bond role. She is a phenomenal talent, looks stunning in a tailored suit and is no stranger to high-voltage stunt work. Plus, she’s already been a super spy. Remember Charlie’s Angels? Elizabeth Banks, who also starred in the film, said in a 2019 press call about Charlie’s Angels that Stewart was a “super badass in the movie” and “did so many of her own stunts” including fight training and stunt driving. Matt Bomer Matt Bomer attends the 32nd Annual GLAAD Media Awards broadcast. (The 32nd Annual GLAAD Media Awards/Getty for GLAAD) While we’re talking about people who look good in a suit, can we forget Bomer? The actor dominated screens as the suave thief Neal in USA’s series White Collar and was one-half a crime-solving duo. Plus, he’s no stranger to playing serious roles having been featured in American Horror Story and Doom Patrol. Tessa Thompson Tessa Thompson attends the premiere of HBO’s “Westworld” on 5 March 2020 in Hollywood, California. (Axelle/Bauer-Griffin/FilmMagic) Don’t lie to yourself – Thompson would be perfect as James Bond. She’s come out with hit after hit appearing in Heroes, Creed, Men in Black: International and Westworld. The queer actor also portrays the queer superhero Valkyrie in the Thor franchise and across the Marvel Cinematic Universe. So she’s the perfect person to save any swooning damsel in distress or storm a villain’s secret lair with or without the aid of a winged horse. Andrew Scott Andrew Scott sighting on set of Sherlock on 14 April 2013 in London, England. (Simon James/FilmMagic) More from PinkNews Fleabag’s “hot priest” Andrew Scott would be an interesting choice as a super spy. The Irish actor achieved widespread recognition for his role as Jim Moriarity in BBC’s Sherlock, for which he won a BAFTA for Best Supporting Actor. He was equal parts mesmerising and menacing as Sherlock Holmes’ dastardly foe. He already played an extraordinary Bond villain in Spectre. But he certainly has the range to take on 007, too. Just saying. Seyan Sarvan Seyan Sarvan. (Supplied) Sarvan is no stranger to stealing the show from her male co-stars. The actor stunned viewers as Lizbeth Farooqi – a Muslim, queer, female lawyer – in It’s a Sin. Her character took a no-nonsense approach in the show and refused to stand down to those who refused to listen to reason. And that's the kind of energy needed.

I'm reading more and more about Indian medical tourism...that the quality has greatly improved.

Looks very good...a return to more traditional Bond.

I don't see much hope for this lawsuit and the increases will certainly be hurting the appeal of medical tourism.

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This Chu character seems like a new Carrie Lam especially for Taiwan.

Sorry...that was me being my diplomatic self.

Stick it where the sun don't shine Chairman Xi.

I'm not a bit jealous you got an early viewing...not at all.

But following the Ambergris link in the story they say it's vomit...oh my such a controversy. .. https://thethaiger.com/news/south/thai-man-strikes-it-rich-after-finding-whale-vomit Thai man strikes it rich after finding whale vomit Published on Sunday, December 13, 2020 11:33 By Thaiger A Thai man in Nakhon Si Thammarat is striking it rich after finding whale vomit on the local beach. Narit Suwansang thought his discovery was just a large rock, but had an inkling that it could be something more. US$4.2 million more, that is! The whale vomit, also known as ambergris, usually looks like a rock, with yellow-beige colouring. After a sperm whale throws up, the bile floats along the ocean until it washes up beachside as a hardened chunk (sorry if you’re in the middle of a meal). But the reason it is like striking gold, is due to the fact that it is used in luxury perfumes as an additive to help the scents last longer. Considering the obvious difficulties that come with trying to find whale vomit, those who find it, are thought to have struck gold. Suwansang has already received an offer of 960,000 baht (about US$42,600) per kilogram of the ‘rock’ if it is indeed certified Grade A ambergris. And, Suwansang says his rock weighs 100 kilograms. The 60 year old man says he only figured out it may be whale vomit after it started melting, unlike a rock, after being put near flame. He told Asia One he wanted to know more. “I want to know more about this ambergris. Please find out what kind of whale puke I found.” One thing’s for sure, he has joined an elite group of Thais who have found such a jackpot as only a couple others have struck it rich off of the vile (or is that ‘bile’) finding. Just last year, a bar owner in Koh Samui, found a chunk of whale vomit that weighed 6.5 kilograms, worth a total of 10.5 million baht, while yet another found another piece that weighed 16 kilogram and was worth 20 million baht. One thing’s for sure, the happenstance has turned out to be a pot of gold. SOURCE: Chiang Rai Times

NEWS, CRIME Arrest of Thai OnlyFans porn couple sparks online fury By Coconuts Bangkok Sep 21, 2021 | 1:22pm Bangkok time More: The internet was at its wits end today after the same Thai police who shield murderers in their ranks, shoot protesters and take an apathetic view of sexual violence swooped in to arrest an OnlyFans creator and her boyfriend. Furious condemnations poured in online over last night’s arrest of Sukanya, a 19-year-old woman better known as Kai Nao, and her 20-year-old boyfriend Korakot at a hotel in southeast metro Bangkok. They were charged with producing and distributing “obscene” content, according to Maj. Gen. Karnpong Chairungrueng of Cyber Crime Investigation Bureau. “Such a dramatic show of Thai police. What do Thai people benefit from this?” tweeted activist Tanawat “Ball” Wongchai this morning. “The couple only made some sexual content on OnlyFans, they didn’t kill anyone. How about other rape cases? Have police caught the rapists yet? Come on, Thai police, let’s be serious.” If convicted, they face up to three years in prison and a THB60,000 (US$1,800) fine. People condemned the police for making a big deal of pornography instead of prosecuting more serious crimes. “Here I am in a country that sees filming sex for a certain group of people as a crime,” Jellyyours tweeted. “But those who commit corruption and attempt murder can get away with it.” #NongKaiNao has been trending atop Thai Twitter since this morning. It was only yesterday that Col. Siriwat Deepor, spokesman for the Royal Thai Police, came out to warn the public that people who identify themselves as “Pornhubbers” or “sex creators” would face a stiff penalty for persuading others to engage in sexual activity and violating the Computer Crime Act, which has become a sweeping, catch-all law used to prosecute everyone doing things the state doesn’t like. Originally used primarily by Western creators, London-based OnlyFans was adopted by people worldwide, especially as the pandemic erupted last year. It allows people to sell subscriptions to their content; and by content, we’re mostly talking sex videos. Just last month, OnlyFans quickly backtracked from plans to ban sexually explicit content after everyone lost their minds over the decision.

A Lil Nas tribute to Dolly Parton. Damn good too.

Companies Vietnam Airlines ready for US direct route By Dat Nguyen September 21, 2021 | 04:41 pm GMT+7 A Vietnam Airlines aircraft is seen at Noi Bai International Airport in Hanoi, September 9, 2021. Photo by VnExpress/Ngoc Thanh Vietnam Airlines is set to receive its final permit from U.S. authorities to conduct regular direct flights to the U.S. after nearly two decades of preparation. The national flag carrier has completed all necessary documents to be approved by the U.S. Transportation Security Administration (TSA), it stated. It is set to receive the permit from Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) soon. The airline did not specify a date. Vietnam Airlines said the permit is different from that given earlier for international special charter flights between Vietnam and the U.S. The carrier had earlier received permits to conduct 12 charter flights last year and another 12 this year. Bamboo Airways had also received a permit to fly 12 charter flights to the U.S. from this month to November. Last month, Bloomberg reported Vietnam Airlines was planning to operate regular flights between Vietnam and the U.S. starting October. The airline in 2003 was ordered by the Ministry of Transport to begin direct services to the U.S. by 2005. However, concerns about profitability kept the carrier from realizing the goal until now.

Pol Lt Gen Kornchai also said he was aware of the negative criticism on social media against cybercrime police over the arrest of the young couple. People posting severe insults against police would also be prosecuted, he declared.

I have an idea...why don't they just tattoo us...make their lives so much easier.

I remember her telling this story on a British chat show: She did “a great deal of sucking off” as a teenager, an early story in the book being set in her second year at Cambridge when, cycling along the cobbles, she turned to the American soldier whose car had stopped at the traffic lights beside her and politely invited him back to her college for a blowjob. Relating their encounter to her friends the next day, she writes, she was surprised at their shock: “I hadn’t let him anywhere near my vagina, after all. He was a pleasant chap. From Texas.”

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