I failed to title yesterday's post, so the comments about it appeared in my mail box with an abbreviated version of the first line of my text: "His magnificent back, the way he plays with his pe..."
And how much would we all pay to see that - or better still, do it ourselves?
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
His magnificent back, the way he plays with his pen, or puts his hand to his mouth - these things we all know and love. But the top of his head? I think it's knowing that if I was next to him I couldn't get anywhere near to seeing something so high up. There is NOTHING about him that isn't a turn-on!
I have been desperate to comment on your great posts this evening, but sadly Blogger won't have any of it. At first I couldn't even get on to your blogs, then most came up, but the comments button just isn't working.
As soon as it's possible I'll give you all my pearls of wisdom, and I hope you'll give me yours.
It's me getting the strain - of the fingers, wrist and eyes, trying to capture stills of Vincent walking/standing/hands in pockets, with possible glimpses of the D'Evine delicate bits. I'd blame all you obsessed VDO fans except - well, that's what I am, too. You're not exactly chaining me to the computer, are you?