Baby-Mama Drama-less Sex: How Gay Heartbreak Rains on the Polyamory Parade

There’s a strange whiff in the air, a sort of polyamory chic in which liberally minded journalists, an aggregate mass of antireligious pundits, and even scientists themselves have begun encouraging people to use evolutionary theory to revisit and revise their sexual attitudes and, more important, their behaviors in ways that fit their animal libidos more happily.
These recent attempts, including many bestselling books, explore how our modern, God-ridden, puritanical society conflicts with our species’ evolutionary design, a tension making us pathologically ashamed of sex.

Dawson: A Scholar’s View

“… there may be a strange kinship between words carved into a tree trunk and semen ejaculated into a rectum: both aspire to leave permanent traces; yet both must acknowledge the ultimate futility of their efforts to outpace mortality.” – Tim Dean, Unlimited Intimacy.
Tim Dean’s book Unlimited Intimacy: Reflections on the Subculture of Barebacking is a dark and dazzling exploration of barebacking and the subculture that has grown around it.

The Pussy Paradox: Power, Punishment & The Jism Schism

You don’t want to know how it’s made.
That admonition is usually reserved for referring to certain foods, but it can extend to other products of dubious concoction. Like porn. Specifically, straight porn.
If mainstream gay porn’s personal tumult is whether to doff condoms to compete with encroaching cut-rate bareback productions and a tough economic climate, then top-tier straight porn finds itself questioning just how far is too far when it comes to raunch.

Idle Hands, Errant Loads: The Dirty Gay Sinfulness of Self-Stroking

Imagine as a gay man that you had to forever be trapped in your worst phase of emotional development. Frozen in your most naked uncertainty, shame, self-doubt, isolation, and vulnerability. This is your beginning and your terminus. Do not pass go. It doesn’t get better.

Now you know what it’s like to be a hardline Moral Conservative.
This is the zone of arrested sexual maturity that all the Family Researchers, Concerned Mommies, and Don’t-Teach-The-Wittle-White-Kids-Anal NOMers not only are condemned to abide in but choose to abide in.

Fucking Violent: Mixed Martial Arts — The Gay Porn Thunderdome

It’s all about two musclebound men in an enclosed space going off on each other.
At any given time, it features a line-up of talent boasting monikers like Ian Loveland, Maximo Blanco, Brock Lesnar, and Nick Catone.
It culminates with one guy bukkaked in body fluid to the glee of a wildly appreciative audience.
It’s not gay porn, though.
It’s Mixed Martial Arts.

Diamond In The Scruff: Colby Keller — The Nightcharm Interview

Ask yourself this:
When you think of your favorite porn crushes, how often do you use descriptives like these?:
Brainy. Arty. Dorky. Approachable. Cuddly. Introverted. Literate. Chaplin-esque.
Meet Colby Keller, your Alterna-Gay Porn Heartthrob.
Whether you chalk up his popularity in an otherwise pretty uniform gay medium to a white collar (as in well-educated, not well-funded) labor shift or simply a big, bearded teddy bear doing what he has to in order to survive an upended Titanic of a 21st Century economy, Keller — above all else — comes off as disarmingly, sympathetically real.

That Nordic Cast: The Quest For The Bronze Gods

“All stereotypes turn out to be true. This is a horrifying thing about life. All those things you fought against as a youth: you begin to realize they’re stereotypes because they’re true.”
– David Cronenberg

As much as I hate it, I give:
I am a stereotype.
Yes, I have the Viking blood in me, and that carries with it all the leaden, chilly personality attributes you’d expect.

Land of The Giants!: The Mungo World of Macrophilia

Don Quixote had it right.
Macrophilia. It’s big terminology for a big inkling … as in the intense sexual attraction to literal giants.
Giants — be they the stuff of the grandest legend or the wonkiest sci-fi romp — are as chimerical as the unicorn or the mermaid, creatures born of mankind’s entreaty to find something more magical than itself. It’s that heady ambition that drives Macrophilia, an abstraction that can never truly be realized yet still beguiles its dreamers nonetheless.