So this is priceless, and I so want to get involved!
midwestteensexshow.com
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Midwest Teen Sex Show Goes Gay!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Canadian Foreskin Crisis
So this sexy guy is talking about the "Canadian Foreskin Crisis." Take a look:
Now, this might not be the most articulate exploration of the circumcision debate, but certainly it is interesting to consider the implications of American cultural norms on the regulation and social construction of sexuality and sexual norms in other places. Moreover, there is the movement that, as this hunk says, is after "taking ownership" of the foreskin--mothers and fathers who are preventing the mutilation of their boys; ironically, this is ongoing just at the same time that circumcision is promoted to stop disease in Africa. To me, cutting people isn't the answer--circumcision in the US hasn't been shown to be an effective means of managing disease, and Europeans are predominately uncut and they have lower rates of disease? Why? I think the answer might be in better education and a much more tolerant society with regards to sexual exploration.
So what do you think? Should we bring out the scalpels? Should we cut boys so that they look like their dads or classmates and don't feel 'different'? To me, that's never been a legitimate enough reason to do that. But I do understand at some level the argument--despite the naturalness of a foreskin, as this hotty describes, many people, men and women, are totally turned off by it, afraid of it, self-hating of it, because some how a circumcised dick is more pleasing, cleaner, etc. Which is ironic because non-American porn is often targeted to a US audience which fetishizes the foreskin that it doesn't have. Yet, other people will recoil from the skin and go 'ew'....even though it's rather fun to play with. So, any thoughts, dear readers?
Monday, December 03, 2007
One of the Best 5 Minutes of TV Ever + Passacaglia
Here is the opening scene from "Kobol's Last Gleaming, I" from Battlestar Galactica. Love, sex, loss, anger, family strife, fear, betrayal--they're all here, in 5 minutes, multiple story lines elegantly interwoven. This was Battlestar's writers at their best.
Be sure to turn up the sound so you can hear "Passacaglia" by the great Bear McCreary playing. It's beautiful and artfully juxtaposed with the images. If you want to hear a better version of it, head to his myspace.
And if you like the art form that is the passacaglia, try this version by none other than J. S. Bach. It's beautiful as well.
Something to Get You Through Monday
This is Austin Drage, an English singer, songwriter, and actor. He can perform for me anytime.
How to Get More Visits to Your Blog...
put a huge list of male celebrities in it, haha. Geesh! The traffic has been crazy since I did that. :D
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Famous Male Shag Fest
So David tagged me on this debauchery. Now you know some Christmas gift ideas for me. Enjoy!
The rules:
1. Bold the names of guys you'd definitely shag.
2. Italicize the names of guys you might shag after a little persuasion.
3. Leave the guys who don't do anything for you alone.
4. Put a question mark after the guys you've never heard of.
5. Strike the guys you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole.
6. Add three of your own at the end.
| 01. Stephen Dorff | 82. Billy Boyd | 164. John Barrowman |
Saturday, December 01, 2007
In the Shadow of Success: Thoughts on Temporality and Love
So earlier this week I found out that I had passed my first 2 prelim exams for the PhD degree. Exciting news, especially since one I passed with distinction. It was gratifying, after months and months of reading, denying a social life, late nights, and feeling rather stupid to have passed the exams. And there was a sort of 'screw you' moment as well to those who had doubted my abilities.
Yet, in the aftermath, things are rather anticlimactic. The news that I had passed came on a scrap of paper in a brown envelope and simply said "passed." There wasn't much fanfare, no nice letter or accolades from the department, which only reinforces to me that this is more about a hazing ritual than a pedagogical process to prove my abilities as a scholar. Friends who had invited me out afterwards skipped out, professors smiled and congratulated briefly, then immediately things were back to the same old, same old: get busy on the next reading list, prepare for the next exam. In other words: good job, get back to work. What is more, I'm not entitled to feedback until the oral portion of the exams, long after the moment of being engaged with the material has passed. And I'm left wondering: how exactly are 7 hour exams which I wrote on straight through worth anything at all?
I posed the question to a friend: "is life just a series of deadlines and projects, in an ongoing succession that never ceases, in which we spend most of our life preparing for things that last so fleetingly?" His response: "yes."
I couldn't help but think that this is the same process at work in finding love, especially in the gay scene where the "next best thing" is an affliction to even the best of us, where there might always be another truly charming, sexy fellow to meet and get to know. But once that euphoria of the flirtatious encounter is over, once one has been online too long or been out too much as to be so familiar as to blend into the decor of a bar, everything that was prepared for, everything that was promised seems somehow hollow. In relationships, people go, "is this all I waited for? All that I dreamed of?" And in my experience, they say "no."
The thing is: if life is just this series of deadlines with brief moments of joy interspersed with success, then maybe longing for a soul mate is faulty reasoning. The game, the pursuit, the desire seems more potent for most at the start--once a relationship blossoms, there's only a limited time before the flower wilts into normalcy, mundaneness, into..."I put all that effort into this for this?" And the answer: "yes. Now get back to work."
That, dear reader, is where things break down. Relationships take work, and college towns aren't conducive to such work for everyone, as everyone is pursuing various career goals, moving in and out, to and fro. And the painful reality is that many of us aren't seemingly thrilling enough to keep the interest of someone else--it's not, to paraphrase Sex and the City, that these individuals don't like us...it's that they just aren't that into us. I'd like to think things would be better in the 30s and 40s, when people have matured more and things wouldn't be so superficial. But I have too many single friends who are wonderful people looking for love at that age because they were passed over young and now, in a gay culture that prioritizes youth, they don't fit the twink stereotypes, and the men their age are all chatting up 18-year-olds on gay.com or themselves just coming out and trying to compress years of repressed desires into every moment.
According to astrology, the Taurus is the type to eschew bars in favor of nights spent at home. Passionate, caring, the Taurus likes to be on top, but has a sensitive side, one expressed in a fierce loyalty, because to relate to someone else is to love them in a sense, to wish for a breaking of these successive deadlines and to find something more real and solid. This doesn't come easy, as a Taurus is often a loner, self-sufficient, and careful with his or her feelings and thoughts, often not revealing them completely. Which is why when a Taurus does and the outcome sours, he becomes the literal "bull in the china cabinet."
So, here I am. The deadlines continue. The work I put into this fall seems to have disappeared now into the misty depths of lived experience, already forgotten, already not enough. And love? Well you know what they say about a cynic: he's just a jaded romantic. So, does one settle? Accept these things as truths? Take the moments of joy and move on to the next project, the next exam, the next lover, all without getting emotionally involved, all recognizing everything that is solid melts into air? Is this the condition of living in a modern/post-modern melange, where the past, the present, and the future melt in a web of instant communication, rapid transition, and the end of social institutions that used to frame individual lives?
And the answer? You tell me.
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