Swedish models and smart porn. Got your attention there, didn’t I? I couldn’t help but chuckle when that picture popped up in David K.’s Diary on Nightcharm, illustrating a remark about magazine ads that make you embarrassed to be gay. First of all, yes: It’s so blatantly targeted to the vain gayboys out there that I used to wince every time I saw it fly by on a bus or peek out at me from a magazine. More distracting, though, is the fact that the model is my friend Jakob, an obscenely beautiful and scruffy swedish straight boy (and a brunette) I met in grad school last year. (He cashes in on the occasional modeling job to supplement the cash from his web design studio.) And since coincidence rules my life, I had been talking to Jakob for the first time in months just the day before I read David K.’s post.
(Don’t get me started on coincidence and the Web. I could write a fucking book. Or at leat draw a sprawling wall map.)
I’ve never wanted to up and ask Jakob if he realizes how trashily fey the ad makes him out to be. I think he’s already embarrassed enough about how cheesy that dye job is.