Grand Opening of The Northmead Gallery

The Bock McMillan Art Foundation 

(a part of the BMcM Corporation) 

and the artists 

WayneNZ 

JJ Goodman 

and 

Tomais Ashdene

Welcome you all to the opening of the new erotic gallery at Southern Charm today

From the invitation on Facebook:

"An intrepid trio of SecondLife photographers invites you to an opening at their very private space, the Northmead Gallery at Southern Charm for a showing of gay male erotic art. (or as Kahvy puts it, "dicks, dicks, dicks!") (or as Bock puts it, "a celebration of the male form) (or as JJ puts it, "our brush of love!") (or as Wayne calls it, "Bowchickie wow wow!) (or as RickJ said, "Meow.")

The party starts at 1:00 PM SLT, and DJ Kahvy will be pumping (get it? Pumping!) out some hot dance tunes.

This is just for the fun of it since we had a great time doing al these photos, and we've a cool space to show our art in the rundown city block that makes up the Gallery. Feel free to wander and enjoy some of special places we've built into the venue.

Hope to see you there!

Disclaimer: male/male nudity and sexual acts are portrayed in the photos. No small animals were harmed in the making of these photographs. Enter at your own risk."

Landmark to The Northmead Gallery!

The Vernissage of "Art Erotic"

My friend Ewa Aska, formerly best known as the co-owner of the once famous Ice Hotel and as an actor in several plays and musicals in SecondLife among them the successful ABBA SWEDEN show, has now found a new furrow for her creativity as a photographer of erotic art.

Ewa's exhibition "Art Erotic" opened with a vernissage yesterday, As the chairman of the Bock McMillan Art Foundation (a part of the BMcM Corporation) I was naturally invited. Most notable - and noticeable - among the other guests was an apparition of my bosom-buddy Apmel Goosson, this time present as his alt Apmel Meerson.

Apmel was - in my humble opinion - the most erotic work of art in the room, especially since he had chosen to dance an extremely enticing and alluring dance and somehow seemed to work his way around me the whole evening. I claimed he was hitting on me, but he emphatically denied it. (You can read our conversation on this subject on his blog, the link is supplied at the end of this post.)

Apmel plays coy but I know what he is contemplating

Apmel hits on me

Apmel in the act of sexual harassment against innocent me

Our gorgeous DJ Rultan and her likewise gorgeous hubby Alf

Paola spots me but keep her distance, in the beginning...

Fia Wycliffe surrounded by erotic art

Apmels favorite piece of art, I named it "A tethered man"

Photographer Ewa Aska in an erotic pose

I avert my eyes from the sexiness of Paola

Guyke comes to my rescue to save me from more sexual harassment by members of the audience

For more pictures from the vernissage and my hilarious conversation with Apmelito please visit "The models hide nothing, but what does Bock hide?"

If you wish to visit the exhibition it goes on through September 15, 2013, Landmark to the exhibition (SLurl)

Erotic Dream

After a hectic but good day at work I ventured out into the everyday Swedish reality to get antidepressants for myself and two medicines for my mother.

In the old days, when we still had a pharmaceutical monopoly in this country, buying medication used to be easy. Since the monopoly was abolished in 2009 (when the Swedish government cited the fact of Sweden being the only democracy along with the dictatorships Cuba and North Korea to retain its monopoly) it has - sometimes - become a laborious undertaking.

Where I earlier could get the information from the first pharmacy (if they were out of stock) which other pharmacy close by had the other two drugs in stock I now had to visit five different pharmacies on a hit-and-miss mission to obtain the other two.

After proudly delivering my loot to mother I got home at around 7 P.M and was struck by Friday coma, so I went to bed for a short refreshing nap. I woke up four (4) hours later laughing and in a state of sexual arousal because of a very amusing and exciting dream.

I will not go into details but it was a sort of erotic version of the movie "Groundhog Day" featuring myself in the lead with a working class hero - who shall remain unnamed - in many variations on the same theme. Each repetition ending with the same question, "Why do you call me "ass-licker" like it was a bad thing?".

I think - but am not certain - that the repeated question was due to the fact that I have been subconsciously thinking about how I should respond to a mail I received the other day from another SecondLife resident who a while ago, in an implicit way, called me and a friend ass-lickers on her blog.