The Problem with Gay Porno

I start with my prejudices.  I have three things I look for when I read erotica.  Does it get me hard?  Is it new? Do I want to finish it?  Sex is my sport, and I’ve read and written a lot of porno, but when there’s a hot throbbing tool on three of the first pages of a story, I know the ending and put it down.  The elements of a great erotica for me are facial hair, sweat, uncut and sincerity. I like boys as long as they’re having sex with a man for the first time in piss stained BVDs. I like men who sweat and fuck clumsily.

While most of us live pretty ordinary (and sometimes fabulous) lives that doesn’t mean our imaginations have to be stunted.  Our erotic literature should be infused with what excites us.

My first experience with pornography was seeing an advertisement for bikini underwear by Paar of Arizona in the back pages of Esquire magazine.  Wausau, Wisconsin in 1956 didn’t have much else.  Then a friend whose family moved to Utica gave me a copy o f Physique Pictoral the myriad posing straps and cartoon gladiators had me grabbing my jar of Vaseline.  Tom of Finland didn’t turn me on the first time because his members seemed too big. (remember I was in Wisconsin, a land lacking in fantasy).  After coming out I quickly became addicted to the Manhattan Review of Unnatural Acts aka Straight to Hell with stories of first sex, truckers at waysides, and the occasional sailor on leave. I’m sure Boyd McDonald added his touches to the stories, but some were original with all the terror and excitement of illegal sex. I got off reading about real men having real sex and knew I was real.

I served on a panel to judge gay male erotica for the Lambda Literary annual Lammy Awards. The submission that got my attention was a cartoon of men and sci-fi characters with enormous dicks, slippery holes and insatiable appetites.  Anyone who can draw the lips of an asshole gripping a fat dick gets my attention. It was something I’d never seen, and the artist knew his subjects from the inside. That combination surprised me, and I read all the stories intrigued, aroused and entertained.

Gay men know more about sex than most people and certainly know more about male sex than anyone because we do it well and often. We’re the experts.  Our erotica should evidence that.  And let pornography titillate with the boring stuff.

Great erotica must have flesh and sweat and sometimes the humor that comes from stupid things we do.  Made up stories are just made up stories.  A story where a man fumbles around trying pick up poppers with greasy hands is real, and I’m having sex with that character when I read it.  If he’s a perfectly crafted specimen dipping his furious rod in a humpy hole it’s something I’ve seen a million times in magazines.

Men have been fucking men since the first cave man spit on his dick and slid it into another caveman’s dirty ass.  I want to see stories of ancient Egyptians fisting with olive oil or Norsemen fucking with bear fat? I want to know not only the size of a man’s dick but a description of the favela where the hustler in Rio grew up or the country house in Sussex where the groomsman fucks the lord or vice versa.   As outsiders we have to work a little harder to create a body of great gay literature that acknowledges our sexual intelligence.   Our model should be the Henry Millers and D.H. Lawrences and Allen Ginsbergs who wrote stories with emotional meat as well as sex.  Gay erotica is more than just entertainment; it’s our chance to tell our stories honestly as the quintessential sexual beings we truly are, or am I just a pig?

 

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One Response to The Problem with Gay Porno

  1. Waverly October 4, 2011 at 7:28 pm #

    Your just a pig, and I am happy to be in you company….

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