from Man’s Image, a NYC-based studio from 1976-85 (i suspect this is 1976/77)
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Fantastic, BJ! Thanks! Yet another picture I’ve never seen before of the Divine Mr. G.! And in two- page, wide screen no less! I keep losing the EBay auction of this magazine. Thanks to your blog and others however, I think I may now have seen all his pictures he took with Man’s Image. You earlier posted a casual picture of him shirtless, rolling up a garden hose that packed so much heat, even though he’s not doing anything overtly sexual. He was one those stars who looked equally great in stills and in movies. The pictures that he took with this studio as well as Colt, Roy Dean, and Falcon are all sublime. They all came out in about the same time period. He must have been working non-stop in the two or three years (1975 through 1978?) that he was in films. He later did a fully clothed, work-out photo spread, in the #32 issue of Drummer magazine in 1979. He fell off the radar after he did that lay-out in the #45 issue of In Touch magazine in 1980. Sigh. In this picture above, you’ll notice even his feet are sexy. ; )
Great photo that I also hadn’t seen before. After all these years, Mr. Grant remains the closest-to-perfect body ever seen in gay porn.
TWICE in my life, I saw Gordon (“God, Yes!!”) Grant IN PERSON and UP CLOSE.
(And coincidentally, twice in my life, I shot sperm through 1/2″-thick sheets of stainless steel without even touching myself.)
Seeing GG #1:
Anybody remember the gym located in an office building at LaBrea & Hollywood Blvd. ? (I THINK it was called the Hollywood something-or-other — but not “Spa.” The one I mean was a real gym, not a bathouse.)
Behind that office building/gym was a high school’s full-size running track. I had just parked my VW bug, grabbed my gym bag and was heading for the gym when I looked up and saw Gordo — SHIRTLESS and wearing a pair of those ultra-sheer, silky-smooth, nylon/rayon gym shorts which every homo wore two sizes too small — JOGGING DIRECTLY TOWARD ME on the sidewalk.
Turned out he was headin’ for the track for some Real Serious Man-Trotting and as he pounded by me, he was so close that not only could I smell the pungent sweat pouring off him but I even managed to get sprinkled with a few precious drops of his hot He-Man Holy Water.
I stood there impersonating Lot’s Wife for several minutes until Big G rounded the first curve and was jogging toward me. He glanced up, saw little ol’ slack-jawed, bone-hard, 19-year-old Me staring at him like a paralyzed stroke victim … and … (ya ready?) … he SMILED AT ME ! (Okay, laughed at me, but did I care?)
Meeting God #2
Palm Springs, 1980 … and Goddammit, my fucking brain is so withered these days that I can not for the life of me remember the name of the huge, nasty gay resort which consisted of a whole bunch of tattered little cottages under towering palm trees … and always LOTS of foot traffic every night …?
Anyhoo, sitting at a poolside table late one lazy Saturday afternoon, I was 20 and sucking up Cuervo with the 42-year-old “Great Love of My Life.”
Suddenly, over G.L.of M.L.’s left shoulder, I noticed the front door of a cottage open, and out stepped … ?
Yeeeeah. Good Old “Yahweh” Grant … who was either wearing ultra-tight, lime-green Speedo’s or he’d just had a pair body-painted on.
Castinets. That’s the only way to describe the sound of 67 gay, sun-bronzed necks snapping in unison as every guy around the pool turned to look — every guy, that is, EXCEPT my poor, dumb friend who’d suddenly been demoted to “First Nice Older Guy To Take Me To Palm Springs So I’d Fuck Him.”
“First Nice, etc.” was not only oblivious to the sudden appearance of Zeus fresh from Mt. Olympus behind him, he even missed the river of Cuervo-flavored drool flowing from my mouth, dribbling off my chin and totally soaking the front of my shirt.
(Sigh.)
Minor Trivia Fun-Fact: only about 5’11” tall was the beloved Mr. Grant. (Gordon, I mean. NOT Lou.)
Well, gosharootie ! All this reminiscing about the Dude Ol’ Gays — I mean, the Good Ol’ Days — has suddenly reminded me of my pressing appointment to go jerk off for about 3 years …
But … BJ ? For posting that pic … all I can say is ….
3 replies on “man’s image”
Fantastic, BJ! Thanks! Yet another picture I’ve never seen before of the Divine Mr. G.! And in two- page, wide screen no less! I keep losing the EBay auction of this magazine. Thanks to your blog and others however, I think I may now have seen all his pictures he took with Man’s Image. You earlier posted a casual picture of him shirtless, rolling up a garden hose that packed so much heat, even though he’s not doing anything overtly sexual. He was one those stars who looked equally great in stills and in movies. The pictures that he took with this studio as well as Colt, Roy Dean, and Falcon are all sublime. They all came out in about the same time period. He must have been working non-stop in the two or three years (1975 through 1978?) that he was in films. He later did a fully clothed, work-out photo spread, in the #32 issue of Drummer magazine in 1979. He fell off the radar after he did that lay-out in the #45 issue of In Touch magazine in 1980. Sigh. In this picture above, you’ll notice even his feet are sexy. ; )
Great photo that I also hadn’t seen before. After all these years, Mr. Grant remains the closest-to-perfect body ever seen in gay porn.
TWICE in my life, I saw Gordon (“God, Yes!!”) Grant IN PERSON and UP CLOSE.
(And coincidentally, twice in my life, I shot sperm through 1/2″-thick sheets of stainless steel without even touching myself.)
Seeing GG #1:
Anybody remember the gym located in an office building at LaBrea & Hollywood Blvd. ? (I THINK it was called the Hollywood something-or-other — but not “Spa.” The one I mean was a real gym, not a bathouse.)
Behind that office building/gym was a high school’s full-size running track. I had just parked my VW bug, grabbed my gym bag and was heading for the gym when I looked up and saw Gordo — SHIRTLESS and wearing a pair of those ultra-sheer, silky-smooth, nylon/rayon gym shorts which every homo wore two sizes too small — JOGGING DIRECTLY TOWARD ME on the sidewalk.
Turned out he was headin’ for the track for some Real Serious Man-Trotting and as he pounded by me, he was so close that not only could I smell the pungent sweat pouring off him but I even managed to get sprinkled with a few precious drops of his hot He-Man Holy Water.
I stood there impersonating Lot’s Wife for several minutes until Big G rounded the first curve and was jogging toward me. He glanced up, saw little ol’ slack-jawed, bone-hard, 19-year-old Me staring at him like a paralyzed stroke victim … and … (ya ready?) … he SMILED AT ME ! (Okay, laughed at me, but did I care?)
Meeting God #2
Palm Springs, 1980 … and Goddammit, my fucking brain is so withered these days that I can not for the life of me remember the name of the huge, nasty gay resort which consisted of a whole bunch of tattered little cottages under towering palm trees … and always LOTS of foot traffic every night …?
Anyhoo, sitting at a poolside table late one lazy Saturday afternoon, I was 20 and sucking up Cuervo with the 42-year-old “Great Love of My Life.”
Suddenly, over G.L.of M.L.’s left shoulder, I noticed the front door of a cottage open, and out stepped … ?
Yeeeeah. Good Old “Yahweh” Grant … who was either wearing ultra-tight, lime-green Speedo’s or he’d just had a pair body-painted on.
Castinets. That’s the only way to describe the sound of 67 gay, sun-bronzed necks snapping in unison as every guy around the pool turned to look — every guy, that is, EXCEPT my poor, dumb friend who’d suddenly been demoted to “First Nice Older Guy To Take Me To Palm Springs So I’d Fuck Him.”
“First Nice, etc.” was not only oblivious to the sudden appearance of Zeus fresh from Mt. Olympus behind him, he even missed the river of Cuervo-flavored drool flowing from my mouth, dribbling off my chin and totally soaking the front of my shirt.
(Sigh.)
Minor Trivia Fun-Fact: only about 5’11” tall was the beloved Mr. Grant. (Gordon, I mean. NOT Lou.)
Well, gosharootie ! All this reminiscing about the Dude Ol’ Gays — I mean, the Good Ol’ Days — has suddenly reminded me of my pressing appointment to go jerk off for about 3 years …
But … BJ ? For posting that pic … all I can say is ….
Thanks LOADS !