I have always enjoyed the statue of David by Michelangelo. There are a number of reasons for this. First, it is a wonderful expression of human achievement by a master at the top of his game. The detail is phenomenal and exquisite. The statue looks like with just slightest of breathes he could come alive and jump down from the pedestal to begin a full human life.
Besides being a beautiful piece of art, it depicts a beautiful human. It appears that the granite “DNA” has co-mingled to form the ideal male. While not gay it is certainly a male body that I appreciate and enjoy observing.
There is also a more mundane reason I like the statue. The male sexual organ as usually depicted and photographed would make Man-O-War blush with feelings of inadequacies. As a young man this wonderful statue made me feel “normal”. Well at least in that one regard.
There is a Jamaican man that works where I do. For the most part he is very understandable, but occasionally his accent and my mish mash of accents makes communication a little less than optimal. He came around one day asking if I knew the artist Dávid. Not being entirely sure what he had just said, I asked him if he was talking about Michelangelo’s statute of David. He looked at me funny for a minute then said, “You mean the one with the small penis?”
Make room in your stall , Man-O-War, I’m coming in blushing from head to toe.
The dude has not a stitch on and it was cold.