Looks like this is gonna happen.

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Shellshocked!

I love where I am. I’m excited about where I think all this is going. But here’s a little throwback to Zach, one of my all-time favorite models. This incredibly gorgeous man gave me a chance when no one knew who I was, or what I was doing. I will be forever grateful to him. ❤️

OMG I’ve thought Geoff was incredibly sexy and adorable for years. But then he moved away. Then he came back. Today, I photographed him on my couch. Happy Friday, everyone! ⭐️✨

A parting view of Miami. Nearly two months of solid travel is almost over. Photographer John soon becomes photo editor John. I hope I can do justice to the beautiful men who have shared such incredible beauty with me, us. I send them my love and immense gratitude! ❤️

Greetings From Roatán!

One of the day’s cruise ships has deposited a load of passengers onto our favorite (and usually quiet) beach. I’m giving the stinkeye to anyone eyeing my umbrella or trying to sell me a hot, sand-covered massage or any number of cheap island trinkets. My waiter (who will be played in the movie by Lou Diamond-Phillips) brings me a cappuccino. I scan the busy beach-goers, looking for anything of interest.

“Look at THAT one,” says the guy next to me. He’s pointing to a heavy-set man coated in oil with a massive surgical scar running down the length of his belly. His comments pointed out the misfortune and obesity without malice, and only exacerbated my ever-present fear of physical decline and weight gain. (See, I’ve been traveling non-stop for well over a month and I intended to visit various gyms along the way way more often than I actually did).

The surgical scar I found at least noteworthy. Nothing else on the beach caught my attention, not even the smooth bearded guy whose girlfriend utterly failed to evenly apply his brilliant white sunscreen.

But then, suddenly, Jean-Luc Picard stood up in a black, wet bathing suit. Yeah, that probably wasn’t his name. But Jean-Luc stood facing me, his virility shining almost as brightly as his bald head covered in oil. He stood proudly, covering his furry belly in oil and always returning his hands to his hips to survey his surroundings. I imagined him scratching his mother’s birth canal with his five o’clock shadow.

His blond, middle-aged wife seemed to take no notice of him whatsoever. I could only imagine her complaining about wanting to redo their kitchen floors, utterly oblivious to his sheer daddy hotness. His sunglasses were on and off, and every time they were on, his head was pointed directly at me. Was he processing a dude checking him out? I like to think even if he’d never considered a homosexual encounter he might at least appreciate the appreciation. My guess was that the wife had none, or only had it by remembering a time before he’d impregnated her the sixth time.

I fantasized about leaving my spot in the shade to explain to him that he needed to be part of my photography and no he didn’t need to be gay or aroused. I then visualized him breaking his bottle of Salva Vida beer over my head, and so I relaxed into certainty that I wouldn’t be asking him to pose for me, and after the cruise ship took him away I’d never see him again.

“Remember your failure at the gas station!” said a voice in my head. The voice (the voice of Yoda) was reminding me of yet another time I didn’t muster the necessary courage. The gas station was a Racetrac in Atlanta, GA, and the unsuspecting hot daddy was a bald Asian man buying a carton of cigarettes. He was short and hot and just had “it” and I watched him purchase his smokes and exit the store utterly unaware of the awkward conversation that could have been.

But sometimes the odds are insurmountable and I don’t think I can ask but somehow I do ask and sometimes at the end of this is the impossible YES.

But I told myself I was in Roatán to scuba and chill, and that I’d be back in the States soon enough, ready to do what it took to bring more of these images to you.

This is my letter to you from Honduras, hoping you’re well and thankful you tune in.

Love, John. ❤️

Photographing all these beautiful men is stressing me out! I’m gonna scuba dive a little, relax a bit and resume my normal activities shortly…

Cory and Joe kiss! ❤️

I photographed Michael today. I thought he was a god, and I told him so. What he ended up being was this smart, easygoing guy who was incredibly fun to talk to and spend time with. Also, he’s one of the hottest men alive. Rarely have I felt this lucky. ⭐️✨

Hey y’all!

What’s more beautiful than two men kissing?

Hello, everyone! I’m rethinking social media in general, and that makes me feel stressed out. So, I’m trying to relax. I figured a good place to start would be in a hot tub under a bright moon. Hope everyone is well! ⭐️✨

I leave my models alone for one minute…

I’ve said this before, but that may have been the most fun I’ve ever had shooting a beautiful man. Dewitte is a sweetheart and he’s fun AF! ❤️