Ok, for real?

I can’t get over it.

Today, I do a search on here for info/pics of Steven Edward Dehler, the WEHO Model, DJ, Actor, pretty boy.

Somewhat surprisingly - at first, I only find one thread, and compared to some other models, its comparatively not that long.

But there’s still like a good 10 pages. Disappointingly, but not surprisingly, there is so much shit talking on the thread.

One user had this to say about Steven Edward Dehler:

“Okay bod, boring face.”

FuuuuuUUUUuuuuuUUUUuuuuuUUUUuuuuuckyou, dude.

Alright, first of all, who says “bod” any more? I’m 43, and yet I still manage to not talk like scripted dialog from a Cinemax original production circa 1991.

“Bod.” Get the fuck out. Fuck this guy just for saying “bod.” The only way this guy doesn’t have a yellow 1986 Camero is if it got repossessed, he became too physically ill to be able to continue to do the maintenance required, or the super of his apartment building told him he had to stop doing it in the parking garage of the building because he can’t keep using up two spaces if he’s not going to pay the extra $35 a month.

Here’s the thing, I’m not upset because this guy doesn’t like someone who I think is hot; who fucking cares. But the sheer gall and complete cowardice of a person, behind the shield of total anonymity, to so dismissively rate someone like Steven Edward Dehler with a review like “Okay bod, boring face” is completely beyond insanity.

Here’s some context. This is what Steven Edward Dehler looks like


Maybe he’s not your cup of tea, and sure, maybe there are more attractive models out there. Maybe the “pretty boy” type isn’t for you.

But there’s something just unsettlingly ugly about the casual dismissiveness of “Okay bod, boring face.” It’s not objectification any more, it’s dehumanizing.

And here’s the other fun bit - are you ready for this? Do you think this person has any kind of graphic for their profile image? Like, anything at all. Even something as generic as a fucking Minion or a headless torso lifted from a google image search.

Nope. Just a generic color square with their username - the basic default of LPSG.

And has this person uploaded ANY media at all? Nope. Nothing.

The extent of their creative input, as near as I can tell, goes no further than saying things like “Okay bod, boring face.”

You don’t have a lot of room to be calling anything “boring” if that’s all you’ve got. Oh, and for sure, one billion percent - this person is unfuckably ugly, and they know it.

“Oh! Hey! Why do you have to tear this guy down for just saying his opinion.”

I’m not tearing him down for having an opinion; I’m tearing him down for being a shitty person.

Alright, we all come here to find things we like and that give us pleasure. But not everyone likes the same things, I’m a grown-ass man, I know that. But just because somethings not to my taste or my lofty, unimpeachable standards, why do I have to be a nasty shit about it?

And why are the people who make it their job to fulfill the demand for content that shows us objects of desire, pleasure, beauty, lust - whatever it is - why do we feel like it’s part and parcel of the job to be treated with such wantonly dismissive, disrespectful shit talk?

Show some fucking thanks, people.

Without models, porn stars, actors, dancers, and trade, you’d have nothing. Or you’d be a creepy loser who lays on their roof with a pair of binoculars trying to get a glimpse of their next door neighbor through the tiny, high-up window in their bathroom shower. And it’s everywhere now, thanks to the internet.

Christ, some of you act like you were never a teenager pulling apart the moldy, rain-soaked pages of a stack of Playgirl magazines that you found in a paper sack in the woods behind your high school, and it shows.

And another thing, it totally makes sense that a person would willfully allow themselves to be sexually objectified, but still set their own boundaries and parameters about it.

Ya’ll act like because you found out some dude intentionally leaked a pic of their butt, that it must mean that there’s some secret cabal out there in which everyone who’s “in” has been rogering this guy’s balls off 24/7, and that there MUST be a humongous cache of extremely nasty, dirty naked boner pics slathered with pearly, ropey streaks of cum everywhere. And if there’s not, then he’s a stupid, stingy prude for holding out on you!

You know what, it’s not that surprising to me to find out that some models like to do some sexy, cheeky photo shoots, but not do hardcore porn. Hey, I’m not knocking hardcore porn, not at all. Jeebus bless the freaks who let us watch them take two dicks in the ass at once.

But I don’t understand how people just automatically assume that if someone’s so much as been photographed with their shirt off once, that they basically now have to be their personal sex slave.

Just because you want something, and are willing to pay a lot of money for it, doesn’t mean you’ll get it.

The upshot is that there are so many amazingly hot, beautiful people out there who voluntarily get naked in front of a camera. It’s kind of amazing that we’re lucky enough to live in a world and at a time where that’s somewhat well accepted, and extremely ubiquitous.

Christ, there is so much content on PornHub, you could probably not watch it all - not even just the gay content - in ten thousand lifetimes. How amazing is that?

You don’t have to like all of it, and you have the right to want to see things you’ve never seen before, or more of what you like, but can’t seem to find enough of. But don’t shit on the people who do the work. That is just fucking stupid, and it’s just wrong.

Alright, I’m gonna quit now before I go off on a tangent about the ludicrously impossible and self-contradictory attitudes that people adopt when speculation about whether someone does sex work, versus finding out that they do sex work...I mean, I just can’t.

Shit. I’ve made 3 blog entries, and I am forced to admit that 2 of them cover a lot of the same territory, and most of that is bemoaning the fact that people are terrible versus actually talking about things that I like.

I swear, I am not a killjoy. But some of ya’ll are just fucking broken.

Ok, so let me end with something fun. Ok, the other night I was jerking off, and I decided to take a hit of poppers, and I had the longest, most crazy intense orgasm, and people...oh my god, there was so much cum. Like it just kept coming and com...oh my god, is that why it’s called cum?

...woah. I need a minute.