Saw the new Dan Forti pics Serv posted and said to myself, “Hmmmmm. I want to play . . .” Yeah, yeah, I’ve probably got both tendonitis and ulnar nerve compression. My left hand has a third of the strength and capacity of the right one. If you want to torture me, all you have to do is push my middle finger back towards my shoulder. I WILL cry “uncle.”
But those eyes . . . those–thighs . . . the slightly enigmatic quality of that expression. The leather . . . the masculinity of it all . . .
I couldn’t help myself.
His image sings a sort of siren song to me . . .