Image from Passion of A Goddess via Mormon Erotica).I had dinner last night with my dear friend Alison Tyler; she’s such an awesome girl. We talked about how we’re both addicted to nonfiction books right now. And in fact, I’m deeply caught up in reading Under the Banner of Heaven, though I’m making the mistake of reading it before bed. I read passages in it last night that were so horrifying and blood-chilling that when I turned the light off, then actually had to turn it back on again and read something different. Scary.
Which was a sharp contrast to the nice Sunday afternoon I had. It started out with Hornboy and I talking about when “for women” porn sites promise that the men featured are “100% straight.” I have to wonder, how do they know? I mean, look at Playgirl, where I saw one of last month’s featured guys in a gay male porno, but in the magazine he was going on about how he just wants to find a lady to have long romantic evenings with. I mean, I totally get that straight women want to see straight guys naked, etc. I guess the truth would be complicated to market. It’s just that I wonder if the rampant homophobia in the straight porn industry, because it is “for men” hasn’t washed over to color what people think women want to see. Perhaps that is why bi porn is so badly handled by the industry, (even though it is so appealing and in high demand).
Take for instance a double penetration scene in straight porn. The gentleman I’m dating pointed out that while it’s okay for these guys to be fucking the same woman, it’s not okay for them to, as he so delicately put it, “slap balls.”
Acknowledging this accidental ball slap is out of the question. I said, yeah, in the mainstream porn industry they typically won’t even do certain positions, such as two-guy, one-girl, doggy-style because it means the two guys have to face each other. I’m told that most male performers detest this position, and directors get agitated and angry should the female performer insist on the position.
My date pointed out that it *is* okay for them to high-five, though. Then he got this look in his eyes… And came up with a brilliant idea: “What if I invent a DP [double penetration] ball-barrier, a little thick wall that’s a piece of plastic the girl wears to prevent the guys’ balls from touching?” We were laughing hysterically at this point and started imagining the bizarre details of marketing a fake product that would cater to the hypocrisy of homphobes’ real-life demands. I told him I’m at the ready for the product launch, to write fake testimonials for the website. On that note, we departed for the SOMA district to meet friends at the Dore Alley Fair, the smaller, less commercial version of SF’s famous S/M festival, the Folsom Street Fair. This is typically a mostly gay male, SF community event, and the local precursor to the bigger popular fair. But as you’ll see by the pictures (pictures are not work safe), it wasn’t so small after all…
