Tom of Finland

"Such filth should be thrust with both hands through the anus, far past the bleeding polyps, and into the very bowels of Lucifer himself! You all sicken me."

Archbishop Gylarian, Church of Impetous Homosexuals

Tom of Finland. A suitable name for such a diabolical, minacious, knight marshal of the preternatural cock. Born as Touko Laaksonen, this renowned sexual deviant would later change his name to Tom of Finland to escape the wrath of the heterosexual society at large. Some will say, others will swear, that this very decorated artist of homoerotic tendency, is directly related, by untainted bloodlines, to the infamous JaguarFinn we all know and love today.

Tom of Finland

Very early in his gayous career, Mr. Finland’s Olympian cravings for the firm, yet pliable penicular protrusion, led him to enlist in the army. Unbeknownst to his comrades, this wide eyed aficionado of the great golden protuberance, made note of every bump, every hard extrusion upon the glistening frames of his unsuspecting companions. He would later use this experience as the foundation for his future artistic revelations, though he did not then know it.

After being discharged from the army, not a night went by without his dreaming of the inexplicable pleasures of phallus, and not a day went by without his daydreams of anal delight. Yet dreaming was not enough. Though Mr. Finland strove to satisfy his insatiable appetite for toothsome cock by frequenting with the loose boys of the city, he could not satiate the deep succulence he felt burning within. Mr. Finland’s health began to fail. This uncanny sphincter lust nearly drove him to the very equinox of his petulant existence when at last he knew what it was that plagued him. He was searching for the perfect man! The reason for his dissatisfaction, simply put, was that the perfect man was but a nonexistent pipe dream. Mr. Finland knew then what he must do. Though the perfect man did not exist in the realm of reality, who is to say it could not exist in fantasy? So thus this harbinger of homunculi began to draw.

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His work, seen here, is the epitome of all that is inherently peckish and ungodly. Mr. Finland's concentration on the theme of Army Cock is due mainly to his fervish recollection of his past services in the army. This cock tamer's concentration on the Boot, belies his inner sexual desire to be conquested and made slave to a higher authority. Alas for the wiles of cum questing fools! It is obvious that Mr. Finland's artistry is lackluster and devoid of all talent intrinsic to the heterosexual male. It is safe to say that Mr. Finland’s Mephistophelian skill in the rendering of cock compounded by fractious cock is undeniably bovine and unequaled in the world today. One may even be so bold as to say that he is the one true connoisseur of Homunculus bonne bouche, yet who is to say?

In the end, Tom of Finland’s artistry can only be compared to that of Yangil Kim; ( pictured left) the very vicar of imbecility. If the poetry and prose of the said Yangil Kim could be depicted in this, the archdukedom of art, then his poetry would look very much like these sketches you see here. Imbecility and prorogation. Esclandre and mortification. Gall and wormwood. Such filth should be thrust with both hands through the anus, far past the bleeding polyps, and into the very bowels of Lucifer himself! You all sicken me. Tom of Finland original pencil drawing depicting a male nude surrounded by leather boots