Turgid

I finally have, as I described earlier today in an email to a friend, a piece of art that I just may take down for certain visitors (if I ever had any).

I went to the Buddies in Bad Times auction on Saturday night. It was given me that the event was an art auction. In fact, there was little art there and lots of deals for the cheap bastards that made up the bidding audience. Everything from a handmade (by a drag queen) bodysuit to a certificate good for $1,500 for a gay cruise were up for bid. A suite of great Asian furniture also went for a song. From Green Tea Designs.

As it was a fund raiser I also had my polaroid taken on leather Santa's lap along with an elf -- a young dancer from the ballet. In case you have ever wondered, Elves have big baskets. And incredibly firm thighs -- I noticed as it was there my hand rested.

There was some art and some more near art.

The first item up for bid was a 90 minute RMT massage (and a month at a Yoga studio) and in what was to be the theme of the evening, the bidding was very low and very slow. So I bid on it and won it. I'll get more back from my work health insurance than I paid for the darn thing. The Yoga studio is too out of my way to use, so I'll give that away.

One quite small but splendid figurative, almost abstract portrait was "the" art of the show. It was near the end so I didn't buy much anything else (I'll get to the item prompting the headline of this blog in a moment) in anticipation of spending a few hundred bucks on it. I never actually bid once on it -- my plan was to wait until the going going gone speech and then to bid -- since everything else went for way under "retail value." But this little painting went in a wonderfully fast and viscious bidding war for considerably more than I wanted to pay -- about $1,500. At an auction where the other couple pieces of actual art went for 300 bucks or so.

Anyway, early on the bidding list there was a photograph (by Terry David Silvercloud -- never heard of him) which I had admired (lusted after) during the pre-auction preview. There was a bit of a two-way bidding fight going on so at the last moment I thought I'd stir things up and raised my paddle. Ah, I bought the photo.

I'd post a photo of the photo, but I don't have a computer at home at the moment. Subject is a gorgeous guy in a studio setting with a very, very, very erect penis. Just standing there, ahem both he and his penis. Standing. Marble.

Archival b&w (maybe 24x18) print. In a lovely frame.

Most turgid.