Rinus VAN DE VELDE (2012)
Nude self-portrait
Rinus Van de Velde: “Portrait of the artist Rinus Van de Velde as a nineteenth-century model” (2012)

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Rinus VAN DE VELDE (2012)
Nude self-portrait
Rinus Van de Velde: “Portrait of the artist Rinus Van de Velde as a nineteenth-century model” (2012)
"Male Nude", by the Swedish painter Anders Zorn (1860-1920).
J.C. Leyendecker’s cover art for the Saturday Evening Post March 30, 1929
The Fertility Ritual
J. Palmer Libby, Standing Young Male Nude
Guardian Angel on Duty
the only way to fly
English Victorian ivory phallus, 19th century.
A woman joins a country club, and when she hears some guys talking about their golf round, she says, "I played on my college's golf team. I was pretty good. Mind if I join you next week?"
No one wants to say 'yes', but they're on the spot. Finally, one man says, "Okay, but we start at 6:30 a.m."
He figures the early tee-time will discourage her. The woman says this may be a problem and asks if she can be up to 15 minutes late.They roll their eyes, but say, "Okay."
She's there at 6:30 am. sharp and beats all of them with an eye-opening 2-under par round. She's fun and pleasant and the guys are impressed. They congratulate her and invite her back the next week. She smiles, and says, "I'll be there at 6:30, or 6:45."
The next week she again shows up at 6:30 sharp. Only this time, she plays left-handed. The three guys are incredulous as she still beats them with an even par round, despite playing with her off-hand. They're totally amazed ... They can't figure her out.
She's very pleasant and a gracious winner. They invite her back again, but each man harbors a burning desire to beat her. The third week, she's 15 minutes late, which irritates the guys.
This week she plays right-handed and narrowly beats all three of them. The men grumble that her late arrival is petty gamesmanship on her part. However, she's so charming and complimentary of their strong play, they can't hold a grudge.
This woman is a riddle no one can figure out. They have a couple of beers in the Clubhouse and finally, one of the men asks her, "How do you decide if you're going to golf right-handed or left-handed?"
The lady blushes, and grins. "When my dad taught me to play golf, I learned that I was ambidextrous." she replies. "I like to switch back and forth."
"When I got married after college, I discovered my husband always sleeps in the nude. From then on, I developed a silly habit.
Right before I leave in the morning for golf practice, I pull the covers off him. If his 'willie' points to the right, I golf right-handed; if it points to the left, I golf left-handed."
The guys think this is hysterical.
Astonished at this bizarre information, one of the guys says, "What if it's pointing straight up?"
She smiles and says, "Then, I'm fifteen minutes late."
A kilted Scotsman was walking home from a pub one morning after a night of whisky. He collapses by the roadside for a nap.
While he slept, two woman came by and saw him lying there. One of them was overcome with curiosity and decided to see what was worn under a kilt. She lifted his kilt and saw that he wore nothing at all.
Her friend said "we should thank him for solving that question". So she took a blue ribbon from her hair and tied it around his endowment.
A while later the Scotsman awoke and staggered into the bushes to answer natures call. Lifting his kilt he was puzzled by the ribbon. After staring a moment he said
"I don't know where you've been laddie, and I don't know what you've done, but I see you got first prize!"
“Cronus” by Brian Booth Craig (aka Brian Craig-Wankiiri), American b. c. 1970 - self-portrait in bronze, life size
it's very funny that you can have penis in your g-rated game but only if its a culturally significant penis. another penis would bump the rating up but this one is special. it doesnt count.