Archive for the ‘Language of sex’ Category

Adam’s ribbing

August 15, 2026

It’s all about men’s crotches, but it’s not actually X-rated; but, but … it is about crotches and their contents. Adam in a jockstrap, Adam in a rubber.

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It’s a mistake to rile a gunslinging faggot

August 15, 2026

— an arresting dictum from Sundance Kidd, in my short story “The interview” (from my XBlog on 3/15/11 — edited from several 1996 drafts); the piece serves as a kind of vertiginous magic-realist summary of my Sundance and Butch saga (Sundance denies that his book is magic realism, but this isn’t that book, although it is in part a story about that book), alluding to many details of the two men’s lives that you will just have to fill in from what Sundance says.

This isn’t exposition, Mr. Bond; this is a 150-foot waterfall.

Tom of Finland — Touko Valio Laaksonen — famously got off enthusiastically on his own homoerotic drawings, and good for him. In turn, I still find parts of this piece achingly funny and am pleased no end at having written them.

Occasionally, Sundance tosses out something that looks like genuine insight. Well, he may be fictional, but he’s no fool.

Then, yippee, I get a cameo appearance, as a Stanford professor named Alex — Alex Adams being my principal pseudonym and Alex Adams a complex alternative identity.

The 2011 version, with only minor editing…

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Three prolegomena to a giant can of worms

August 14, 2026

(frank discussion of sex, of various kinds, some of it in street language — so not for kids or the sexually modest)

1 is about the Bloomsbury artists Duncan Grant and Vanessa Bell; 2 is about affectionate relationships between gay men and straight women; 3 is about me and my wife, Ann.

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le mot juste

August 13, 2026

(warning: raunchy vocabulary, but surmounting the raunch is the point; still, over the line for kids and the sexually modest)

Well, a two-word phrase. Which I very carefully framed — in yesterday’s posting “Getting picked” — in this passage:

I’m a whoring faggot in deep disguise — also a lot of other, socially more decorous, things, but I’m that too

Now, that’s two incendiary words, both generally lobbed as insults, condemnations, or accusations: whoring ‘sexually promiscuous, esp. for payment’ and faggot. I want them back, and I’ll ding at them until they lose their power for other people as well as me. I’ve been working on faggot for decades and will continue to plug away at it. I have the Fuck Me Like the Whore I Am t-shirt — but have never worn it because that would be false advertising: whore, yes, with a rich history of many sexual partners, a lot of them classifiable as tricks of one sort or another (this is a rich and complex world); enthusiast for getting fucked, jesus yes; available to any random dick off the street, absolutely not.

So part of the program is normalization of various kinds of everyday and widespread sexual practices. But my goal is deeper than that.

The terminology of insult, condemnation, and accusation conveys two things: some root attribution of sexual desire, practice, or identity (for which there is less incendiary vocabulary) — PLUS some content that is genuinely reprehensible, worthy of censure: some bad stuff. And I say: show me the bad stuff. As a riddle: How is a faggot not like a gay man?

And people will tell you that faggots are the bad gays, the nasty gays, the obvious ones, the effeminate ones, with lisps, the ones that are too gay, flaunt their gayness, talk about sex too much, go on marches for butt-fucking, stick to their own kind, and so on.

In this world, then, what is a non-faggot gay? Be specific, give examples, you say, and what you get is men — or ideas of men — whose gayness is in fact completely invisible. Whose sexual desires, practices, and identities aren’t out in the world in any way. No-gay gays. This is social death, and no one should be subjected to it.

There are unpleasant, even wicked, people everywhere, including the gigantic world of male-male sexuality. But mostly there ‘s an extraordinary variety of ways of composing gay-sexual lives and integrating them with all the rest of our lives. Claim: faggots are in fact just gay men. Period. The word faggot does have more punch to it, thanks to the echoes of its nasty history, so I treasure it.

And I say, tongue in cheek, of being a faggot: not that there’s anything wrong with that!

From Wikipedia:

“The Outing” is the 57th episode of the sitcom Seinfeld. First aired on February 11, 1993 on NBC, it is the 17th episode of the fourth season. In this episode, a journalism student reports on Jerry and George’s close companionship, which becomes understood as the two of them coming out. The line “… not that there’s anything wrong with that” — as a reference to homosexuality — has become a popular catchphrase among fans.

Then, as with faggot, I’d say good things about whore and whoring. But not today; it’s been a long day. A really good day, but it’s over now.

 

Getting picked

August 12, 2026

The gay sex news from 60 years ago. It started with an e-mail exchange with my first male lover (Larry Schourup) about the course of our relationship back then. I’m pleased at having dredged up so much, but it is of course largely imaginative reconstruction, fictobiography, not bald narrative — I post often about the fragility of memory and the undependability of it due to its constant alteration over time — but I think I got a lot of emotional tones right.

I then wondered whether he invited me or whether I had simply advanced on him (something that later in life I rarely did). And got a wonderful reply, which I quote from here with LS’s permission.

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Everything happened at once in the 60s

August 10, 2026

(man-on-man sex, riffed on in street language, so not suitable for kids or the sexually modest)

I have tons of news, much of it truly wonderful, some of it just eccentric bits of stuff I’ve come across, but all postponed after an exhausting day yesterday that turned, for me, on six exhausting hours of one thing after another going terribly wrong. Still organizing my thoughts about it all — so now for something completely different, inspired by my playing the 60s-generation music channel on my Xfinity tv. Which got me to thinking about the 60s, which was exactly my 20s, and I seem to have stumbled through a whole multi-ring circus of lives (here an acrobat on a trapeze, there a sword-swallower, over there some clowns) in those ten years. Everything happened at once.

More or less in order, insofar as that’s possible (but starting in 1958):

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Faces of fulfillment

August 8, 2026

(all about sex between men, described largely in street language, and utterly inappropriate for kids and the sexually modest)

Two engaging images of faces, both conveying pleasure, during man-on-man sex. What is it that these guys are so satisfied about?

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Crazed lunatic, ax murderer

August 7, 2026

Stephan Pastis’s Pearls Before Swine comic strip for 8/5:


Dating tip: avoid crazed lunatics; and while we’re on the subject, ax murderers too — when on offer in the sexual marketplace, let caution be your watchword

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Two notes on gay moral purpose

August 3, 2026

One inspired by Aaron Broadwell, one by Steven Levine; I get a little help from my friends.

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Aaron Broadwell, the sequel

August 1, 2026

🐇🐇🐇 rabbit rabbit rabbit to inaugurate August, with a leporine shout-out to remember 1291, the traditional date of the formation of the Swiss federation: Hail, Helvetia!

Now to dive into today’s topic in medias res, with this 7/30 Facebook greeting from Pietro Giovanni to Aaron Broadwell on the occasion of AB’s 64th birthday, somewhere around that time:

Many returns of the day to my favorite linguist

AB is George Aaron Broadwell (known as Aaron Broadwell), Elling Eide Professor of Anthropology at the Univ. of Florida (Gainesville). PG is AB’s husband Peter Marino under the pseudonym Pietro Giovanni. For further complexity, since there are a regrettably large number of men named Peter Marino, some of them famous in their fields, Peter Marino uses the nickname Piet as his professional name; Piet Marino is the author of young adult novels (Dough Boy and Magic and Misery):


(#1) The Piet Marino logo

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