This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


ASK.

 

I want to write a long post about why I love Chaosmen, why soul means more than ethics, why people want to talk about the ethics of porn and ethical porn and gay-for-pay.  Why bareback sex is not a thing; there’s only sex and sex with condoms.  We’ve been having gay anal sex for thousands of years.  For, what, 20 years, we’ve been calling it barebacking, but is that enough time for a thing to become a thing?  In the last queer research study i participated in, I failed to explain to the researcher why I occasionally have bareback sex.  He failed to explain it to me, too.  I’ve failed to explain why I love this site, but I’ll try harder, I hope, at another time.

And this is a mere sidebar, but it’s important.  I’m reading so much in queer studies these days, and so little of it even mentions sex.  Have we forgotten what makes us fags?  That’s sad.  When we forget the image of the cock penentrating the asshole, the gasp, we’re forgetting what makes us who we are.  When we forget that, we forget our humanity.  We forget that we are a people beyond government statistics, beyond academe. 

I want to write a long post about why I love Chaosmen, why soul means more than ethics, why people want to talk about the ethics of porn and ethical porn and gay-for-pay. 

Why bareback sex is not a thing; there’s only sex and sex with condoms.  We’ve been having gay anal sex for thousands of years.  For, what, 20 years, we’ve been calling it barebacking, but is that enough time for a thing to become a thing? 

In the last queer research study i participated in, I failed to explain to the researcher why I occasionally have bareback sex.  He failed to explain it to me, too.  I’ve failed to explain why I love this site, but I’ll try harder, I hope, at another time.

And this is a mere sidebar, but it’s important.  I’m reading so much in queer studies these days, and so little of it even mentions sex.  Have we forgotten what makes us fags?  That’s sad.  When we forget the image of the cock penentrating the asshole, the gasp, we’re forgetting what makes us who we are.  When we forget that, we forget our humanity.  We forget that we are a people beyond government statistics, beyond academe.