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Friday, January 13, 2017

A Very Large And Mostly Incoherent Post About Joland Novaj

Time to drop the needle on the record and listen to Frank Sinatra, or maybe it's Chet Baker, singing that all-time golden oldie: 

"I fall in love too easily,
 I fall in love too fast, 
I fall in love too terribly hard
For love to ever last, 
My heart should be well schooled 
'Cause I've been fooled in the past, 
But still I fall in love so easily,
I fall in love too fast." 

Considering all the insanely beautiful boys in the world, and even narrowing it down to all the insanely beautiful boys who are insanely beautiful for a living, I often wonder why I (and I assume that I'm not the only one) form instant and wholly unreasonable infatuations with certain insanely beautiful boys and not others. Why is it that I set Google Alerts for Sergey Brisyuk or Andrei Dobrin or Lucky Blue Smith, check their Twitters and Instagrams and Snapchats with painful regularity, and entertain schoolgirl fantasies about our happy lives together in eternal wedded bliss- but not before rescuing them from pirates or saving them from a burning building- while someone like Sam Harwell, who is no doubt as physically perfect as anyone alive, merely causes me to sigh and think, "How lovely." Forgive me if I exaggerate, but if I do it's not much. 

Of course, here's nothing wrong with "How lovely." "How lovely" is... lovely, but it doesn't provide that certain thrill that fools often confuse with love. I may be creepy, but I'm not insane. I may haunt their social media, but I'm not a stalker. Despite the song I quoted above, I know perfectly well that the feeling I have for these boys have nothing to do with real love. Lust, yes, admiration, sure, desire, definitely, but love requires a lot more than access to pictures on the Internet

Why this boy and not that boy? It's a mystery. Of course, those who know me would say, "But Vera, you have a type." Well, yes, I do. I've had enough birthdays to know what I want (that's a song lyric, people) and what I want is male, young, and usually on the thin side. In other words, your basic twink. But not all twinks are created equal, are they?  

Which brings me then, after all this mishegoss, to Joland Novaj, who, believe it or not, is the actual subject of this post. He first came to my attention a few weeks ago. Needless to say, the sight of Joland Novaj struck me like a punch to the guy. Love at first sight? Oh, not really, but it was something at first sight, and I didn't only feel it in my throat.  Do you want to see the first picture I saw of him? I'm going to show it to you whether you do or not. It's this photo, by Kai Z Feng

Right then and there he had me. I wanted to take him home, give him a good meal and rock him to sleep. Why? Well, the eyes. The hair. The lips. The shoulders. But they all have eyes, hair, lips and shoulders, don't they? What is it about his eyes, his hair, his etc? What about his smile? His ridiculous, beautiful smile? I don't know what it is, but I know it when I see it.

What do we know about Joland? To begin with he's 18 years old and he's been modeling professionally for about two years. He was born in Kosovo and is very proud of his Albanian heritage, but has lived for most of his life in New York City. He loves to dance. He has attitude to spare. He wants to be famous. And that's all I know.

This is all very silly of me, isn't it? I guess I'm a silly person. But please, let me have this one thing for a while. Eventually all of these boys find some way to break my heart, so let me enjoy this while it lasts.
Have I said enough? Here's a little video of Joland and his friend Kuba on a modeling gig together

Here are more pictures: 

After the break, so many pictures you won't even know how to deal with it.


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