The Mystery
0 CommentsI was asked at lunch today who or what I worshipped. The question was asked sincerely, and in the same spirit I responded that I worshipped whatever there might be outside knowledge. I worship the void. The mystery.
0 CommentsI was asked at lunch today who or what I worshipped. The question was asked sincerely, and in the same spirit I responded that I worshipped whatever there might be outside knowledge. I worship the void. The mystery.
Read some of the bullshit on these cups. Caribou Coffee has this trash printed all over the window of their store, which I walk by most everyday. It never fails to fill me with rage: “Give your change to charity,” “Plant lots of trees,” “Have a favorite charity,” “Indulge in CHOCOLATE therapy.” The one I saw this morning – “Build communities, not empires” – made me want to smash their windows and spray-paint that very phrase on the side of the building.
I take full responsibility for my choices as a consumer. I’m well aware that I’m not doing anybody any good by giving my money to Starbucks, Target, McDonalds, etc. But don’t fucking patronize me with your corporate PR bullshit affirmations. I will never drink your moose piss coffee.
2 CommentsThis summer I started working on a series of nonfiction stories for a chapbook my friend is going to put out, tentatively titled Sex Makes Life. Before that I was working on my college stories book, tentatively titled College Town U.S.A. But I put both of those projects aside recently to finish up a top-secret project I’m developing with some friends. Now I’m feeling ambivalent about my unfinished books, or maybe just overwhelmed.
So: a story poll (the idea being, as always, that I’ll take whatever is voted on and write a story around it). This’ll be a short one (time-wise) cause I want something to work on asap: poll closes Friday (8/13/10) afternoon. Please vote!
Sorry, there are no polls available at the moment. 0 CommentsJust informed by Drub’s blog that one of Canada’s finest, Maurice Vellekoop, has a website and blog. There’s lots to peruse here but I might as well just link you to the porn. Vellekoop has a way with color as well as sexy men, and his ABC Book is a must-own.
From Wikipedia:
Jeremy Blake (October 4, 1971 – July 17, 2007) was an American digital artist and painter. [He] created the painted abstract hallucination scenes in the 2002 Paul Thomas Anderson film Punch Drunk Love, and contributed artwork and video for Beck’s album Sea Change.
Blake was the boyfriend of filmmaker, cultural critic and pioneering video game creator Theresa Duncan. On July 10, 2007, Blake found Duncan dead in their apartment, the result of suicide. On July 17, 2007, Blake was reported missing off New York’s Rockaway Beach. According to news accounts, a woman called 911 to report that she saw a man walking out into the ocean. Blake’s clothes and wallet were reportedly found along with a suicide note that referred to Duncan.
Blake said that he and Duncan were being followed and harassed by Scientologists prior to his disappearance. Blake also included his allegations of harassment by Scientologists and others in a 27-page “chronicle” he prepared for a lawsuit he planned to file.
From Nancy Jo Sales’ “The Golden Suicides“:
[Beck] described his relationship with Blake and Duncan as “a passing social acquaintance.” “I met Jeremy in summer 2002 when we worked on the Sea Change artwork,” he said. “After that, I saw him out a handful of times.… We exchanged occasional e-mails. The last time I heard from them was 2004.”
Meanwhile, Duncan was e-mailing people photographs of herself and Blake relaxing on a Malibu beach with Beck and his wife, Marissa Ribisi (twin sister of actor Giovanni Ribisi), who was pregnant at the time, dating the photograph to 2004.
According to Duncan, sometime in their two-year acquaintance, Beck expressed to her and Blake a desire to leave the church, and they had offered him encouragement and even assistance.
The chemtrail conspiracy theory holds that some contrails [vapor trails] are actually chemicals or biological agents deliberately sprayed at high altitudes for a purpose undisclosed to the general public.
“Down by the sea swallowed by evil
We’ve already drowned”
-Beck, “Chemtrails”
From Guttersnipe:
0 CommentsThe first single [from Beck’s 2008 album Modern Guilt] was “Chemtrails”. To the online conspiracy hounds who viewed the Duncan-Blake-Beck saga as an eruption of the Church’s dirty business into the public eye, the very word “chemtrails” – coming from this particular artist at this particular time – was a colossal provocation. So were the lyrics, which seemed to refer obliquely to Blake’s demise.
Repost from old blog, 10/20/2006: As far as incest porn is concerned, this post is quite outdated.
Today I was getting ready for work when I realized that some of my porn had finally downloaded. I opened it up for a quick look, and saw something completely new for the first time: I saw twin brothers having sex with each other.
Note: This was a post I originally created for Dennis Cooper’s blog, where it was published on 7/31/2009
The Nifty Erotic Stories Archive is a web resource that comprises a vast collection of erotic fiction involving alternative sexualities (mostly gay male, but also bestiality, bisexual, lesbian, and transgender). It started as a personal archive of both pictures and stories made available to the public via anonymous FTP at CMU by student and, later, staff member Chris. In 1993 the archive was taken over by the current archivist, David, who categorized the stories and eventually created its current web incarnation.
The site accepts any and all submissions that fit into its guidelines (stories must be original works and can not include subject matter such as “rape or coercion of minors,” “suicide or attempted suicide without consequences” and others).
“The Nifty Archive primarily is maintained by one person who handles all sections except Transgender. A few kind, reliable readers involved with the Transgender community help with that section.
“Maintaining the Archive is done as a hobby: a volunteer, part-time effort. No one receives any compensation for or personal benefit from maintaining the Archive. Readers do not pay to access stories; authors do not pay to display stories; websites which host the Archive must make it accessible to all and do not pay for the content; stories are not obscured with banner advertising in and around them. The Archive does not own any of the stories and does not sell them or license them to others. All webhosting graciously is donated. Some readers help defray the incidental costs for which we are extremely grateful and hope that more readers will help in the future.”
—About Nifty
AN INTERVIEW WITH DAVID, THE NIFTY ARCHIVIST
How many hours do you spend reading submitted stories in a typical day/week?
Nifty requires more work than just reviewing the stories. I also maintain prolific authors listings, fix broken links (including in stories), review stories, and reformat stories for publication. I work on Nifty about 30 hours a week.
Do you fully read the stories, or just skim them for content?
This depends on the story topic and the author. If I only need to categorize the story, I try to skim it. If the story may contain content that would violate Nifty’s guidelines, I read it in detail.
How often (if ever) do you find yourself getting caught up in a story and enjoying it?
I sometimes read stories on subjects that I enjoy or stories that are written in a style that grabs me. A number of readers have volunteered to help with Nifty over the years, but reviewing stories is a lot different than reading them for pleasure. I receive over 50 messages a day — mostly story submissions — and cannot read them all for pleasure.
You said that Nifty is a hobby for you, and it’s one you seem to have been doing for some time. What keeps you doing it?
I created Nifty as a statement about free speech — I did not want to be an “armchair liberal” making donations to various causes and instead decided to take action.
Nifty requires a lot of time and effort to maintain, but in some ways it is a pleasant distraction from life or my regular job. I can add a few stories in between meetings or while waiting for my some other project at work to complete and feel that I have accomplished something.
It seems Nifty offers a portrait of its users’ fantasy lives at any given time. I’m thinking specifically of “boy band” stories, which were quite prevalent for a while and less so now. Have you noticed any other changes or shifts in what Nifty writers have fantasized and written about in the years that you’ve been maintaining the archive?
I agree that Nifty is a window onto the evolving fantasies of gay men. I am proud that Nifty has a compilation of stories beginning from the BBS days and that is why it is an *archive* — a permanent collection of old and new stories. One of its purposes is as an academic resource, not that everyone uses it for that. Although I have been contacted by university professors who have used it for research.
Nifty used to receive more submissions about anonymous encounters in t-rooms and saunas and clubs, but now seems to receive more stories about beginning relationships, especially co-workers or friends. As more college students find Nifty, there are more stories about college or high school relationships — this often shows seasonal variations as universities are in session or on summer break.
SOME NOT-SO-RANDOMLY CHOSEN STORIES
Saved By the Hand
“‘Oh, I love this Zack. We have to do this more often, since it’s better than rubbing my own dick.’ Zack said the same thing, and noticed Slater’s erect nipples on his bulging pecs. ‘You know, Slater. I’ve always wanted to touch and suck your chest. It’s just so…muscular, that I’ve always wanted to do—‘ Slater anxiously cut him off. ‘Do it. Straddle me and suck them.'”
“’I……I ………I think I am in love with you.’ Josh looked away as he said it. He wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or scared. ‘I know. I have known for a long time. I see the way you look at me. And guess what, I love you too!” Chris said as he leaned in and kissed him again. “In fact, I love you so much that I want to explore all these parka fantasies you have written about.’”
“Robby and his father pranced around us saying they had found their Bitch at last for Pal. I felt like a celebrity bitch. Suddenly I was being filled with that dogs hot cum until I felt like I was going to explode. He kept pumping my ass driving his cum even deeper into me and then finally when he dismounted from me I was sorry to have him stop. Giggling I ask if they had anymore dogs.”
“Wayne started to suck harder, feelin’ my dick throbb in his mouff e’rytime he went down on it wuz drivin’ dat nigga cra-z. He wuz breathin’ hard through his nose and huffin’ on e’ry down stroke. He liked the feel of my dick fillin’ his mouff. I could tell he wuz dyin’ to taste my load for the first time, and I wannit to give it to ’em.”
ON A PERSONAL NOTE
Here’s the first story I ever submitted to Nifty. It was rejected, because (I think) the lack of consent on the part of the son character.
I’ve been reading the Nifty Archive since I was fifteen years old. I used to print my favorite stories out on my dad’s dot-matrix printer and hide them in a trunk in my room. One of the first stories I ever submitted to Nifty came back to me, six years later, as dialogue in a mainstream porno film (directed by Joe Gage, full story here). Though that’s surely an unusual case, porn nevertheless has the power to lurk in the collective unconsciousness, which makes Nifty some weird back-alley repository for the past sixteen years of gay/bi/trans desires.
I guess what I find most valuable about Nifty is the unpretentiousness of it. Everyone is a storyteller, whether they realize it or not. When you concoct a sexual fantasy in your head (even when you watch a porno movie you tend to fill in the blanks), you are writing a story. And if you take the time to write it down and post it to Nifty, thousands will read it and many will take the time to tell you they like it, too. So that’s a beautiful thing.
0 CommentsSorry for the lack of posts lately. Can’t really say why I’m on a downswing, it just happens. In fact I’m sort of overdue for posting a new story (I used my Butt Magazine story as an unofficial stopgap). I will soon.
Besides that I’m just having a summer. Rob Wolfsham just visited me and we had a good time hanging around Pittsburgh. We drank beer on my back porch, went dancing with flirty straight friends, and ogled daddies at the local wave pool. It was fun.
On the Backwoods front, the illustrations are rolling in. Michael Kirwan has showed me three of them so far, and let me tell you, they are beauteous. It’s hard to stay continually excited about my project throughout the long, slow process of getting it out there, but seeing these illustrations is helping to keep it alive in my mind. It’s exactly what I wanted – the drawings will totally enhance the text, make it all that much sexier.
0 CommentsFilm Edition:
A dominant man (DomMan) is forcing an unwilling man (PussyBoy) to his knees. “Suck my cock, boy!” DomMan bellows. PussyBoy whines and thrashes about but falls to his knees just the same. “No, no, I won’t do it!” he says. DomMan takes out his hard dick. He grabs PussyBoy by the back of the head and shoves PussyBoy’s face into it. PussyBoy dodges the cock, struggles against DomMan’s hand. PussyBoy clenches his mouth and grits his teeth but DomMan is unrelenting. And then, as if by magic, PussyBoy opens up to the idea. He parts his lips, takes in DomMan’s cock. And as PussyBoy bobs his head all the conflict, all the struggle exhibited previously falls away into the ether, a remnant of some hack porn writer/director’s tepid imagination…
Written Edition:
Dorm Lust
By Marty McAmateur
Martin arrived at college. His new dorm mate, Studly McBuff, was so hot! But…he was straight. Martin lusted after Studly, until one day he came back to his room and caught Studly jerking off…to gay porn! “I’m so ashamed!” Studly cried. “It’s okay,” Martin replied. “I’m gay too…and…and…I’m in love with you.” “Oh, I’m in love with you too!” Studly decreed. And they lived happily…well, you get the idea.
2 CommentsThis is Tom Frye. He’s straight and married. He’s pissed because one of the two openly-homosexual men in his town has shown up on his doorstep in the middle of the night. He’s a homophobe, but the funny thing is, he really enjoys taking it up the ass. Strange.
In other news HOLY SHIT MICHAEL JUST SENT ME MY FIRST ILLUSTRATION. I’ve only posted a portion of it here, because Michael isn’t finished with some of the details, but man oh man is the whole thing beautiful.
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