For his new video "It's Alright" Ricky Martin is all over NYC ... and it is alright ... Especially when he is pouring milk all over his body ! Ricky suddenly appears like a giant Oreo, you just wanna lick him and bite him ;-) Watch the video !
Posted by Steph & Alek at 05:44:02 PM
For some strange reason, looking at Ricky always stirs up memories of some scene I did. I was 19 the day he was born. December of 71, I was young & restless, and I looked like ricky looked in 1990 when HE was 19. I feel like I DREAMED him into this dimension! My 18-year-old soul DESIRED him into BEING. I was getting high on acid back then...leaving Jimi Hendrix on auto-rewind while I drifted off into stoner-vision. So every time I look at him, I remember this time in my life. The way he is, and his whole "message" of liberation and self-acceptance, and his good heart for the causes he cares about, not to mention the sheer sexual craziness of what we now know about Ricky, I was DREAMING all that into existence when his little baby face was crying for milk back then. He is PERFECT. Or should I say, his IMAGE is perfect. Undoubtedly he reverts back into his ordinary mortal being when he isn't doing exciting shows in New York City.
I remember this thing I did with a guy. He asked me to give him an enema. And while I was doing this, he told me about when he was at that tender, awkward stage of 12-13, his MOTHER thought it was AMUSING to give him an enema when she had her bridge club lady friends over for lunch and martinis. I mean, can you even FATHOM how humiliating this must have been for this poor kid? He described his Mom as this Cruella DeVil looking character with a glint of sadism in her smile. She'd be getting into the 3rd batch of cocktails with her club ladies, and she would call her son in just for something to laugh at. Later in his life, it became like psychotherapy for him to go through this, reliving all the emotions of being utterly emasculated by his Mommie Dearest-Devil Wears Prada mother. She would make him completely undress, not even allowing him to keep his underpants on, and this group of ladies would comment on his scarce pubic hair and not-quite-adult-size penis. He would be feeling partly sexual and partly ripped to shreds, part of him wanting to get on his knees and eat someone out, yet at the same time, HATING those cruel bitches for humiliating him in such a way. And while he's telling me this, I'm standing over him keeping the water flowing at a consistent speed, feeling such deep compassion for him. I felt such heartache and pain bleeding out of him at the damage his sick-ass mother had done to him. If it was supposed to turn me on, well, I guess I failed that test. I didn't have it in me to get off on such razor-sharp viciousness. This is one of those moments of LEARNING what males actually GO THROUGH in life, how painful it can be, and all the while they're being yelled at by society for being so macho and insensitive. How we have this "male-dominated" culture. Yeah. RIGHT.
I guess now that I have read some of the personal memoirs from men on this forum describing ricky's queer side, not to mention his golden shower side, all that triggers these memories in my brain...
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Saturday, December 09, 2006 at 06:08 AM
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