Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
The study was performed “at [unidentified] open air venues, gyms, bars, restaurants, and clubs where men who have sex with men tend to frequent....” Nonetheless, since not all gay men are club kids, gym queens, or foodies, such a study will inevitably miss those of us who do not participate so much in mainstream gay culture. This is not to say that we are closet cases -- I happen to be anything but -- but rather that many of us have lives beyond the hot spots where the bold-faced names gather. Just because A implies B, it does not follow that B implies A.
For example, the statements concerning drug use seem out of sync with the gay male community in which I participate. Then again, as I have commented before, the gay male community that I inhabit and the one that attracts all of the attention seem to run in parallel more often than they intersect.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Explain to me again how homosexuality is very bad, but only when it's consensual and age-appropriate. When groups like this engage in their more-sexually-correct-than-thou posturing, I like to prefix their pronouncements with "Child molestation is okay, but ..." to see whether they still make as much sense.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Judaism, though steeped in tradition, is an evolving religion. It is impossible for me, as a 21st century American Jew, to live by a strict interpretation of laws that were first introduced in a societal context completely foreign to modern experience not to mention current knowledge of gender and sexual identity formation.If her point is that Biblical law cannot be reconciled with modern standards of liberty and cannot be relied on as expressing the will of an omniscient God, I am not going to argue.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
One would think that being a gay man had something to do with being a man and being sexually attracted to men. Yet saying so is a good way to be shouted down as a heretic. Ultimately, however, we cannot truly accept ourselves as gay men unless we accept ourselves as (i) gay and (ii) men.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Also, the fact that Christians so often play the discrimination card on this issue is causing my irony meter to overheat. No one is trying to deny Christians equal rights; some of us just think that they can make do with one fewer special right.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
It won't be the first time that the private sector has had to rescue LGBT Virginians from big government gone mad. I wonder what happened to the dogma that it's always the other way around.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
It made sense to Roy. His online experience had so far been fruitless; the few men who had agreed to meet him had disappointed him and had fallen far short of his standards. While Roy was no longer a young twink, he considered himself to be quite a catch -- masculine, with a terrific body and an ample endowment -- and wanted someone on the same level.
Saturday evening, Roy dressed to show off his assets and drove down the parkway into the city. The Ramrod bar, which had intimidated him when he had first come out, but which now seemed much less threatening, was near the 10th Street exit from the parkway. That area was not the city's safest, but Roy figured that he could chance it.
He found a parking space surprisingly close to the address, went to the door inconspicuously marked "1124," and entered. After giving his eyes time to adjust to the low light, he took a stool at the bar, ordered a drink, and looked around. So far, the clientele appeared to be an improvement, but not by much, over the tired queens whom he might expect to see at the piano bar farther uptown. He was not optimistic.
Then, he noticed that someone standing by the pinball machine was checking him out. That someone was better looking than just about anyone else in the bar and had a welcoming smile. Roy motioned him over.
The man by the pinball machine walked over to Roy and stood next to him at the bar. The way in which he held himself suggested both eagerness and submissiveness, both of which were pluses as far as Roy was concerned. "So," Roy asked, "what's your name?"
"I'm Ed." Ed extended his hand.
"Roy." Roy gave Ed the firm handshake on which he prided himself. "You a regular here?"
"I come here now and then. If you like real men, as opposed to twinks, this is the best place in town. How about you? I don't think I've seen you here before. I'd remember you."
Ed's response sounded encouraging to Roy, who responded, "I've been out of the bar scene for a while."
"Oh. Dating someone, or just tied up with work?"
"Neither. Just haven't gotten out much, I guess. Oh, and I'm not the one who gets tied up."
"I could tell," said Ed, grinning broadly. This was going better than Roy had anticipated. "So, what do you do for a living?"
"I work in the service department at Appliance Universe." Roy never appreciated that question, but Ed had asked. "Out in the Linden Hill Industrial Park."
"I work near there, in the Linden Hill Professional Center." Ed did not elaborate, and Roy was happy to let the subject drop.
"Can I get you a drink?" asked Roy.
"Sure," said Ed. Once they were able to get the bartender's attention, they placed their drink order. As they drank, they made the usual content-free bar chatter that people make to get to know one another.
Eventually, they decided to go to Roy's apartment, Ed following Roy up the parkway and the secondary routes to the garden apartment complex where Roy lived. When they got to Roy's apartment, they first made out for a while on the rather threadbare sofa in the living room. Roy was unused to hosting, and the apartment showed as much, but Ed did not seem to mind. Roy ordered Ed to strip, get down on his knees in front of Roy on the sofa, and fellate him, which Ed did with relish for much longer than Roy could remember that anyone else had done. As the night went on, Roy livened things up with his belt and with verbal abuse, both of which made Ed an ever more eager submissive. Once Roy came, they retired to the bed, Roy holding Ed tight through the night.
On Sunday, neither of them had to work, so Ed was Roy's plaything for the day. There was enough food in the refrigerator that Ed could cook them both breakfast. After that, Roy became steadily more dominant, and as the level of control, humiliation, and pain in the scenarios increased, so did Ed's ardor.
Eventually, it was time to part and to prepare for Monday morning. After Roy and Ed exchanged telephone numbers and e-mail addressed, Ed departed, promising to call or e-mail Roy soon. That evening, Roy masturbated while recalling the day's activities, as though he had not come enough times that day as it was.
Monday proved to be a slow day for Roy. In the afternoon, he had some time between service calls, so he pulled the piece of paper with Ed's contact information out of his wallet and called.
"Good afternoon," the receptionist at Ed's work number said, "Family Physicians of Linden Hill. How may I direct your call?"
"Just one moment, sir." After a pause, the receptionist returned to the line. "I'm sorry, sir. Dr. Rizik is with a patient and cannot be disturbed. Would you like his voice mail?"
"Um ... no, thanks." Roy hung up.
On Tuesday after work, when Roy checked his e-mail, there was a message from Ed's e-mail address, with the subject line "from your adoring slave." Roy deleted it unread, closed his e-mail client, and went to see who was in online chat.