Stag TV Episode Seven: East & West

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My reaction to the latest Stag TV update, East & West, is mixed. Did I enjoy it? Yes. Was it completely off the hook? Come on now, it’s Stag Homme. They live with the phone off the hook: “If you like to make a call please hang up and try again.” That’s the way they are. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Stag TV episodes are entertaining, arousing and thought provoking, so what gives?

East & West takes us deeper into the lives of Damien and Francesco. From jump, Damien announces this is a sad episode. He’s away from Fran, filming for Raging Stallion in San Francisco. He didn’t lie; I was in tears by the end. I couldn’t stop laughing. The pair traveled to Miami for the Thanksgiving holiday. The episode begins there. I’ve come to the conclusion that after visit to Miami’s Abandoned Zoo, Damien is touched. Only someone very special would play with crocodiles. Man, I miss Steve Irwin. Francesco’s zoological experience is Hitchcockian at best. He’s a cautious one around birds, though he’s good with stone crocs. Go figure.

Juxtaposed into the Miami madness are backstage scenes at the Raging Stallion fluff shop. It’s like a pillow, some times you just gotta keep at it, ‘til it’s just right. *g* Manuel De Boxer is really fucking hot. He doesn’t speak English and really I’m good with that. Shh baby, just be the pretteh. The temperature rose in my apartment watching Damien fluff and be fluffed by Manuel and Damian Rios.

Speaking of heat, don’t think mama didn’t linger over Francesco editing in the nude eating yogurt. That image is burned into my twisted imagination. Thank god he brought a towel. In my head editing is a very messy undertaking. *vbg*

Thus far I’ve been entertained and aroused. It’s all good, right?

Well hell, I’m so distracted by Fran’s ripped jeans and cut abs, the Novellas Dramaticos nearly knocked me over. The angst is intense. Whoa babies, breathe. Find that zen place and woo-zah. I should have some level of discomfort watching this situation play out, but I don’t. My inner critic is applauding at the brilliant dramatic editing while my inner Dr. Phil/Oprah makes quick work of how it flows on the screen.

Watching Stag TV is like peeling back layers of the onion skin, until the core is exposed. It takes a great deal of confidence and courage to be laid bare for public consumption, yet it happens in every Stag TV, whether good, bad or downright ugly. It’s sexy, innovative and compelling. Kudos to Stag Homme for keeping it real.

The hat that saved the day! It is wearing him not the other way around. lol

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