Finn Kaifur: Icelandic college student studies ballet, takes a polar plunge, shows his stuff. With Pete White and bonus n*de model Shaun Ross

  

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This guy drew my attention on Instagram with a photo of swimming in an ice-covered lake.  Not just a polar plunge -- he was floating in there!

"Comfort kills your dreams."  But ice water kills your body.

He's Finn B__, originally from Iceland, 19 years old as of this writing. I don't usually post the full name of non-actors, so I'll change his last name to Kaifur, Icelandic slang for "Big D*ck."

Finn notes that growing up, he was subjected to bullying and had few friends, which led to depression and low self-esteem.  He only came out a short time ago.

Wait -- bullied for being gay?  In Iceland?  Are you sure they weren't bullying you because you hang out with your shirt off in sub-zero temperatures?  Not that I'm complaining.

For someone who wants to make friends, Finn doesn't reveal many personal details.  He's attending college in the U.S., but he doesn't say which college.  Or his major.  He posts that he's in love with his philosophy professor, but also does ballet routines.  And he's on the hockey team.

Back home in Iceland, he lived with his grandmother and cat.

In the U.S., he has a dog.

He thinks American guys are handsome.  Dude, I've been to Iceland.  The guys are totally hot, although I actually prefer cut cocks (n*de Icelander on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends).

His American friend, Thomas, is leaving to join the army, "So I need to spend time together in a way that makes him remember me for a long time."

Be sure to hydrate, guys.

"I've been in two relationships.  Both ended in heartbreak.  Why?"  It's not you, buddy, it's the nature of relationships.

More after the break

Shia LaBeouf: From gay-subtext teencom to heterosexual porn. At least he shows his dick a lot.

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Even Stevens (2000-2003) was one of the first, and best, of the Disney Channel teencoms, featuring middle-school boyfriends Louis and Twitty (Shia LaBeaouf, A.J. Trauth).  Episode plots emphasize their romance:

Louis becomes jealous when Twitty starts hanging out with a girl.

Louis becomes jealous when Twitty starts hanging out with a boy.

Louis becomes a celebrity, straining his relationship with Twitty.

 I remember an episode where they were sitting together on the couch, not on opposite ends like most people, but squeezed in with their thighs pressing together.  "They're not even trying to hide it," I thought.  

Add Nick Spano as a hunky older brother with little interest in girls and Fred Meyers as older sister's swishy bff, and you have a gay-subtext classic. 

Seasons change, teencoms are cancelled, and the actors move on.  Nick Spano, left, majored in English literature at UCLA and now runs the Re/Creation Cafe.  

AJ Trauth, top photo, lives in Ohio. 

Fred Meyers is a paramedic.

As far as I can tell, they're all heterosexual in real life.

And what about Louis Stevens, Shia LaBeouf?

He moved into dark, depressing indies about lost, dying, grieving, and enraged youth:

A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints: as his friends are killed or kill themselves, Shia believes that he is protected by the saints.

Bobby: The night of Robert Kennedy's assassination

Disturbia. A teen under house arrest "rear-windows" a serial killer.

When he veered into science fiction, as in Transformers, it was always a boy and a girl gazing into each other's eyes forever.

He shows his penis on screen for the first time in the 2012 music video Sigur Rós: Fjögur píanó, which looks Icelandic but is actually in English.  It's about a boy and a girl gazing into each other's eyes forever.

More dick and a Catholic priest after the break

Spring break in Iceland: A hookup with a Nordic god

 

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Augustana, Junior Year

Augustana was a small college, so there weren't many choices for Modern Language Majors: Spanish, French, German, Swedish, Latin, Greek, and occasionally Russian. We had to "become fluent" in two languages and "competent" in a third, so I chose Spanish and French, which I studied in high school, and German, because I spent the fall quarter of my sophomore year in Regensburg. 

We also had to participate in at least one language club, but the Spanish, French, and German clubs were kind of boring, with bake sales, foreign-language films, and field trips to the Goethe Institut or the Alliance Française in Chicago.

Everybody joined the Scandinavian Club -- they had an endowment from a wealthy alumnus, and paid most of the way for members to go on annual field trips to Scandinavia!  A different country every year, alternating between Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and Iceland.

In my junior year, it was Iceland.  I would have preferred Norway, but I wasn't about to turn down ten days in the land of the Old Norse sagas and Nordic hunks.

There were 12 of us, eight boys and four girls, plus two chaperones. We stayed in a youth hostel, four to a room, but everyone got a single bed, so there wasn't any late-night fondling, just a couple of less-than-spectacular sausage sightings.

No one came out willingly in the 1970s, so if any of the other guys were gay, they didn't let on.

Iceland was interesting, but not quite interesting enough for six days.  After you see the National Museum and the  Árbæjarsafn, an open-air museum of Icelandic history, there's nothing but glaciers, geysers, rocks, and scraggly mountains.  I've never found natural wonders as interesting as museums.

We never made it to Akureyri, famous for its annual strongman contest.

One day we took a bus to Hveragerði, about 45 minutes from Reykjavik, to visit Reykjadalur, "Steam Valley,"  an unearthly-looking region of volcanic boulders, spurts of steam, rocks, waterfalls, pools of water, and hot springs with wooden footpaths around.

Our guide told us that some intrepid souls jumped into the hot springs, but you had to be careful -- in some of them, the temperature got up to 80 degrees (175 fahrenheit), and would scald you.

None of us was brave enough.  Besides, it was cloudy and damp, with a cold wind blowing -- who wanted to strip?

When it came time to get back on the bus, we discovered that Erik was missing!

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