AI Bears: Men In Suits

I feel the need to create this post with a big caveat. AI is going to be one element in the many that are forming our downfall. Wars? Racism? Homophobia? Our current president? Peanuts compared to the real looming threat: the lack of water and the eventual fight over water rights. And data centers and AI creation are fast contributing to a world in which Tank Girl is more than a fun piece of queer art. That being said, damn are AI dudes hot or what? AmIright, guys? Yes, yer boy Hank here loves AI men, especially AI Bears, and there are a couple of awesomely hawt Instagram pages to follow, like ai4bears and digitalbeardudes. Today I've got a taste for some dapperly dressed dudes, so let's contribute to Earth's destruction as we gawk at hot fake Bears in suits!

(Each pic links to its IG page.)

So what is it about men in suits? I think for myself, the eroticism lies in what lies underneath. There's a thrilling tingle thinking about what a man is covering up, what might be revealed as you look him dead in the eye as your hands come up to remove his jacket, and lay a tender kiss between each button you pop open, exposing more and more fur-covered inch of flesh across his broad expanse of chest, and those thick, corded arms. Oh man, those arms! Arms are what had me enthralled with Popeye's burly nemesis, Pluto, BTW!

And before all of that is revealed, I jumped the gun. The tie! You gaze into each other's eyes as you smirk and giggle, loosening his tie, the sound of the silken material a soft ssshhhusshhhh as one layer slips through another until it's sliding off into your hand, and you are left standing there with what could inevitably be used later on "against you" in your willing supplication. He ties you up a bit, is what I'm saying!

Back when I was a slip of a cub...okay, a twink. I was a twink!... I'd stroll into French Quarter bars, brandishing my older brother's ID, and excitedly take in the sights, smells, and groans around me. This was in a golden era of backroom bars when men thought nothing of dropping trou and getting it on. Some areas looked like porn sets, for all the action underway. And it was here, in those bars, that I gained an appreciation for the partially-dressed man. No one got completely naked. Zippers were undone, shirts opened, pants hit the ground. But clothing could be hurriedly reassembled should the need arise. Mostly, it happened because someone finished off and was in a hurry to get back to his family in the 'burbs! So a burly gent coming out of his clothing, especially a business suit, makes for eroticism at its finest.

How many times have you been out in public and seen a dude like the one above and think "Damn, now there's a cutie. What I wouldn't give to just walk up to him, place my hand on the back of his surprised and unflinching head, and draw him close for a big ol' tongue smooch right here on the street!" I love how the expression on this young man's face is one of intrepid wonder. The way his eyes are glancing to the side, like he's checking out the other men around him, but trying so hard not to be noticed.

Your boss stands in the doorway of your office. You're one of the few worker drones he's gifted with an actual room with a door, so you're not relegated to a dehumanizing cubicle. But you see the look on his face, and since it's well after quitting time, he appreciates your devotion. Now it's clear you have to thank him for your promotion, your corner office. Clear, because he's unbuttoned his dress shirt and is giving you an undeniable look of lusty power. Oh yeah, you're his for the taking, and you're giving it up gladly!

And here you are, post-coital, after you've replaced everything to its proper place after it was all swept off your desk to accommodate your bodies. You stand and watch your boss fasten his tie and turn, making his way for the elevator.

But he turns to take you in one last time as you stand by your desk, a look and body stance conveying what? Satisfaction? Disapproval? Ambivalence? No. His look says, "I expect to see you here again tomorrow, and whenever I want you."

Thank god for men in suits, and that corner office!

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