When I was in school, I met a fellow named John (of Greek extraction) who was very gifted - handsome as Apollo, built like a Greek god, and (if rumors were true) hung like a Trojan horse. Not only that, but also intelligent and socially charming. He was exceptionally well-liked in our little Seattle gay community, but as it turns out, he decided to forsake all that for a career in the State Department, with the goal of becoming a diplomat. With that in mind, he ungayed himself, married, had kids, and I ran into him about five years after graduation (at the St. Demetrios Greek Festival) and I was stunned by the degradation of his once radiant appearance! The star of the gay bar was now a pallid bureaucrat.
Which brings me around to Dillon Buck, one of the UK's hottest exports. Dillon fascinates me. I follow his blog, and every week he's off to Paris, New York, LA, or Sydney for some fabulous trip. Pics of Dillon diving in the Bahamas, kite boarding in England, hiking in South Africa, driving his good friend's Aston Martin, on and on. Dillon lives the James Bond lifestyle, except without the nasty killing part. Dillon is handsome and fit in a British boy next door kind of way, though rather well endowed "down under". What really sets Dillon apart is his charm - his diplomatic skills - he plays the gay "porn star" with the same high standards that Cary Grant once played the Hollywood actor gig.
Dillon is both shy and unassuming (his friendly ego) and yet powerful and commanding (the Id). He is, in a nutshell, irresistible. He is as comfortable in a sling as in a tux (I should copyright that...), and his recent interview in the SA People Magazine only underscores it. The media loves him. But he's not one of them. He's just a guy with a big dick, and he's not afraid of it, in fact, he openly shows that it's his greatest attribute! He's like... the St. Paul of Cock!
Which brings me back around to my Greek friend John, who was considerably better endowed than Dillon for the job. But he chose to ignore his calling, in favor of the siren call of wealth and prestige. The siren gave nothing of what she promised, and my friend showed the disappointing fruit of his investment.
On the other hand, Dillon chose to follow his cock, and he becomes the toast of the nations, an ambassador of the LORD. My Greek friend John probably watches Dillon's blog (from a secret account on a secret computer), and he lies in bed every night, grinding his teeth, thinking "that could... that SHOULD... have been me".
He replied, 'I tell you that to everyone who has, more will be given, but as for the one who has nothing, even what he has will be taken away. --Luke 19:26
I love how Dillon is posing in front of a Fiat. As in Fiat currency.
2 comments:
Niiiiiiiice one, Mike. Mr Bond w/o the killing. LOL! Speaking of the St. Paul of Cock, layees & genitalmen, I give to you the NYC-based talent known as STPAUL, whom I believe we can ascertain as also hailing from the same sephardic exraction as the original Saul of Tarsus.
Now get down, people, get down! It's Satyr Day!
Gettin' my dancin' shoes,
Anadæ Effro ( :-)}
Thanks Anadae. Awesome link. I like this one: Do U.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEdnXOmZPAg
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