It’s Valentine’s Day and the sweet scent of love is in the air. It’s thick and smooth, sweet and strong. Intoxicatingly and hypnotically filling the nostrils of every human being bold enough to step out on a night like this with an aroma of sex so strong that if you dared to do something naughty you could swear it wasn’t your fault. Cupid’s playing a game and he’s picking his subjects with much delight, and if his arrow hits you, you’ll quickly discover that you’re simply his puppet so you might as well give in. Besides it’s better that way. The less you resist the easier it’s all going to go down. And isn’t that what everyone wants anyway?

Hansen’s Entertainment Corner

Love Rained Down On Me:  For The Love Of My Nubian Brother

An interview with J. D. Dragan, a fine arts photographer of male nudes depicting men of color.