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Like many or even most opinions about this site and its contents, my concern is likely to be pretty much a minority view, but if no one knows what it is, there is no way to be sure that I'm off in fantasy land again. So here goes.

I think one of the many, many valuable functions of gaytorrents.ru is that it preserves a lot of important stuff that otherwise would be lost. The Kinsey Institute has an archive of porn, and the original Gay and Lesbian archive in Los Angeles had a big selection as well. Masses of original, vintage muscle man photos from Bob Mizner's Athletic Model Guild (AMG) and other astonishingly good photographers of the (naked or nearly naked) male form.

These are not just fap matter, but played an important role in allowing a community of like-minded horndogs to coalesce into what became societies and movements and now worldwide anti-bigotry, anti-bullying, and pro-sex progress.

Reclaiming our history is not just a matter of knowing about the trials of Oscar or the cross-dressing mayor of Nieuw Amsterdam, what sailors got up to on long voyages without women, or how cowboys and prisoners get along in "the childless lands" without women.

It is also knowing that from ancient Roman and Greek times there was a general celebration of the phallus (search online for images of today's Bhutan's lack of shame in exaltating the male creative principle as expressed and enjoyed via the divine vehicle for the spreading of seed).

Lots of antique imagery of the dick in action doing what Evolution requires to perpetuate the species has continued through the invention of movable type (used in its earliest days to produce copies of one explicitly filthy warmongering volume of sex and violence that you may have heard of) and image reproduction that included not just "French postcards," but naked people "doing it" on film.

Edweard Muybridge essentially invented the "flip book" and motion picture with his scientifically designed motion studies, often of naked dudes in singles and pairs, but never seems to have gotten around to what some of us would consider "the good stuff." Ah, well….

(Suddenly, it seems like flip books would have been a wildly popular accompaniment to Tijuana Bibles. Maybe still would be worth creating, the printed paper version of .gifs. Now there is a topic. Those little badly drawn eight-pages were crude in every way, overwhelmingly filthy in conception and execution, and oddly not one bit of an actual turn-on except maybe for teenagers, who would spring a hardon in a breeze-- even if they were covered up in bed and only knew about the stimulation by looking out a window, lol.)

Explicit depiction of penetrative sex, shown in close up and uncensored detail, may pretty much be what promoted videotapes, DVDs, and the Internet. Now, it is making handheld phones and photo devices an integral part of societal connectivity. All hail porn, driving force for technological innovation and progress!

Which does, at last, bring me to my point-- that preserving an archive of porn is important for history, sociology, psychology, and of course funfunfun. How else are we to know what other people are doing when they frolic unless it is documented in cams of solosex, masses of data as nudity goes mainstream on television and on the silver screen, and the ego trips of selfies made and shared by the dude next door, your kid recording himself in a bathroom mirror down the hall, and hormone-addled celebrity musicians, actors, jocks... basically anyone who is proud of getting it up and wants to save his pleasure for himself and others.

Again, totally apart from the stimulation (the more widespread the better to end repression and promote the quality of orgasms that Wilhelm Reich said were a weapon against Fascism and violence), having so much... um... Raw material in one place where it can be viewed, enjoyed, and studied by the popular "compare and contrast" method schoolteachers foster in other areas, the more data available the more useful it will become over time.

And yet...

Personally, it's shocking to me that not every video of Jeff Stryker is available somewhere on line. And he is hardly the only founding porn star to be sliding into oblivion. Actual US Marine Sergeant Swann, who was there before horny enlisted men beat a path from Pendleton to cinema verite cameras. Harry Reems, who made blowjobs mainstream, is missing more than present, even on strait sites.

This hairy-chested, big-dicked hunk pioneered the way to powerful fucking on the silver screen, but is missing much of his record. Stars like Casey Donovan, Peter Berlin, Jack Wrangler had an enormous impact at one time, some of had documentaries about them, but want to review their body of work? Good luck with that.

Think of the wealth of information that would be lost without torrent sites like this one. And think how important a role the free leech function provides in keeping up ratios, spreading news of options otherwise likely to be overlooked, keeping the archive intact as a reference as well as, what has gone without saying because it does go without saying, the Entertainment value of these artworks, documentations, glimpses into our past and into the lives and behaviors of others.

Look at all the early Brad Posey jackoff videos in the old "Hot Sessions" and "Young, Hard, and Solo" releases -- individual scenes of buff young SoCal surfer/skater teens enthusiastically wanking. Thick unshaved bush. Creative positions and variations they have learned in their few short years of spewing sperm. If Posey did not invent the genre, he certainly perfected it. Similarly, the early work of such studios as Catalina and Bijou is hardly completely available anywhere. Where would the industry be without Joe Gage?

Is all of the recorded work by and about these people somewhere in some torrent form? Then that is a shame and free leech facilitation and promotion is one way to keep alive at least what is already here. And maybe that will even bring more additions to the record that will make this site even more valuable-- and, not so incidentally, draw in fresh, new material as well as older items that might otherwise be lost.

A while ago someone put up Honesty, an incredibly rare SF film from the days when condoms were only beginning to become a part of the action. The people behind it, however unofficially, were also some of the moving and shaking genius activists of the poster group Akimbo. The movie turns me on, so I figure there must be others who find it hot. But how many find it at all? Not anywhere else, and not until it appeared here after all those years in hiding.

The most many of us feel able to do is call attention to the usefulness of completion, of keeping hope alive, promoting access to what is still really obscure material not always or generally acceptable even for discussion. By seeding even in the absence of apparent demand, by promoting free leech to spread interest and access, you are not only promoting individual sex events, personal wanking ("practicing at home alone," Woody Allen called it, in explaining -- in character -- how he was good at pleasing his girlfriend), and so on, you are contributing to Knowledge and Scholarship.

And so I call attention to a few of the performers and producers of porn that are not entirely covered even in strait sites. Me, I have no special interest in whether anyone amasses a complete set of Ginger Lynn loops or the movies of Jenna Jameson, Marilyn Chambers, and their on-screen successors, valuable as that may be. But The people and series named above are of interest and are not complete.

If not here, where? Is there some other site that has a wider or more varied collection of such material online? Or where the members are better informed and more helpful? Doesn't it seem likely that a place that can get so many prompt and good answers about identifying performers and titles implies an ocean of potential torrents to fill in these gaps.

Of course, all this is based on my limited imagination and knowledge. Perhaps there are Tom Byron fans from his boyish days looking barely legal, even though he was only slipping it to females. Or Kurt Lockwood, tattooed but shaved, as a popular professional ass bandit known for breaking in butt virgins. The longer anyone waits to fulfill these interests and fill in the gaps, the harder it will be to dig up the missing material.

Forget my fanboy drooling over this or that person or type of torrent. Think about what you have that you like that you could take charge of making more complete.
Right now there is probably every video ever made by Rafael Alencar, Johnny Rapid,
Colby Jansen, and other performers still working. But that won't go on forever so if they have fans, or people pay particular attention to someone at Shawn Codie or some other favorite site, maybe they can track and promote accessibility now and in the future.

Everyone can join in the archive game if they want to, if only by seeding. Guess it just depends on whether anyone else things there is a value to completeness.

Some of us had nothing more electronic to use for wanking than books with hot stories and magazines with hot pictures. The stories may have been about straits because there pretty much was NO male-male filth that the average queer teen could find. And pictures may have been from publications devoted to sports like bodybuilding, swimming, gymnastics and the like– not that there was much beyond Sports Illustrated with its multisport coverage, as opposed to today's plethora of specialty pubs, from wrestling to surfing, shredding, and such soporifics as golf ("a pleasant walk spoiled") and bowling.

So we enjoyed what publications we could hold in our other hand. Now, "her eyes glittered at the sight of him" is hardly as specific as descriptions get, though once you had to get relief from Denmark and its civilized neighbors if you wanted, say, an entire single volume devoted to a lengthy, no nonsense, richly detailed account of two people fucking and sucking in a single sex scene where the wanking reader could cum multiple times at various stages of the exuberant single encounter.

And then there was the nonfiction, which has accumulated as "queer studies" have begun to suggest that sexual politics even among alleged "perverts" had an influence on world history as well as world art, literature, and music. Like sociological studies and narratives of coming out, intimidated teens and others not yet out of the closet, finding out about Mother Molly's Claphouse ("Good golly, Miss Molly!" was central to the invention of rock 'n' roll) centuries ago, to what Oscar was doing with those street boys (sucking them) fills in our history and opens our culture to a rich history that goes well beyond John Wilmot's filthy performances, part of his legacy even less popular in the past than his fulminations On Behalf Of those naughty colonists demanding unprecedented rights of self-governance.

So as part of another posting recently, your long-winded exemplar of barely (if at all) constrained verbosity wrote about: "...the unfortunate lack of nonfiction books and magazines."

And since what followed might possibly be better posted (and better received, or at least noticed) here, let me reveal what followed those quoted words:

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Peter Burg's "Sodomy and the Pirate Tradition: English Sea Rovers in the Seventeenth-Century Caribbean" is a revelation, and only one of his historical studies of piracy, semen at sea, and "rum, sodomy, and the lash." Like many another volume, it can really only be obtained by outright purchase, and hence its valuable tales and insights are too largely unknown.

John Boswell's discovery that Homosexuality was Approved by the Roman Catholic church for centuries is more missing book availability.

I have remarked more than once about the usefulness of someone putting together or even offering one at a time, the earthshattering STH-- Straight to Hell-- aka The Manhattan Journal of Cocksucking. Not even the books that compiled the lurid true stories in that underground filth seem to be online.

Short of that, where are the old Fizeek magazines allegedly about bodybuilding, or early activist publications like One, from the Mattachine Society, or The Ladder put out by the Daughters of Bilitis?

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Partly I want to make the case that there is great, entertaining, enlightening, and educational stuff out there that would be a benefit to the entire community here if it could be found on this site.

Could give a whole new meaning to "Talk like a pirate day." Or lead one to respond in some way to learning that Walt Whitman was a member of the "Fred Gray Association" long before Dorothy had "friends."

And, let's face it, Boyd MacDonald's exuberant documentary filth celebrating real life sexual adventures is not only boner-making, but can be a true revelation simply by collecting and sharing stories of real world encounters in gritty, WYSIWYG detail.

Not that anyone would think of turning such written materials into a torrent for this site, but I do want to encourage people to think, at least think, about the value of such content and the good it can do, if only as a topic for debate and discussion. Which, correct me if I'm wrong again (and no one has ever resisted that impulse before!) is not the kind of discussion easily or often found anywhere in these forums.

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Everything. The man is the undead embodiment of the German term "bachfeifengesicht," a face that wants to be slapped. He's a liar. He's a hypocrite. He's a self-righteous, pandering, judgmental christianist who claims to be the chosen candidate of the one, true god, but apparently was wrong about that. He did explicitly claim it, though. And so did his father, who runs a megachurch.

Did you see the video of him, a week before he he could not pretend his hate campaign was still viable, when he named a woman to be his vice president and then failed to notice when she introduced him at a rally and fell down right in front of him?

Or the video of his female toddler recoiling in horror as he attempted to kiss her for the camera?

Or the accidental fist he delivered to his wife's face just before conking her with an elbow for good measure?

Go look at the post I just made about his career starting with a ridiculous anti-dildo campaign in which he denied anyone had a right to jack off? Thousands of years of history and that has to have been a new path to secular power.

The late, beloved Molly Ivins has a hilarious summary of that crusade that is well worth watching:

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At the White House Correspondents dinner Saturday, stand-up comedian Larry Wilmore actually answered your question.

"Ted Cruz is about to stay in the race. Man. Everybody hates Ted Cruz. Even O.J. Simpson said, 'That guy's just hard to like.'" [Note: a week later Ted was out of the race.]

Even to ask that question, you'd have to be from outside Trumpland, so you may not know that Simpson is generally believed to be an unconvicted murdering thug. And thus you may not know that The Zodiac Killer, a serial slayer in the San Francisco area who is still unidentified and uncaught decades later, continues to be the subject of gleeful Internet speculation.

Willmore seized on this silliness and took the mockery to increasing levels of bitter humor as he belabored the nonsensical point at considerable length. Read this transcript of the relevant portion of his remarks and see if you still have any questions.

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This is true, this is true: You know, there's a joke going around the Internet that Ted Cruz is actually the Zodiac Killer. Right? I'm not making that up. Come on, that's absurd – some people actually liked the Zodiac Killer.

Recently, Ted Cruz got a string of wins and endorsements, and then everybody remembered who Ted Cruz is: the Zodiac Killer.

Ted Cruz got zero delegates in New York, which is actually five more than I thought he would get for the Zodiac Killer.

John Boehner came out of retirement and described Ted Cruz as "Lucifer in the flesh." Lucifer! I mean, that is not fair, man. Lucifer is horrible, but he's not the Zodiac Killer.

Recently, Heidi Cruz revealed that after they got married, Ted bought them like 100 cans of soup. Not making yourself look less like the Zodiac Killer, Ted Cruz. Not doing it.

I don't even think Ted Cruz wants to be president. I think he's just criss-crossing the country, Zodiac-killing. That's my theory on it.

Alright, that's enough.

Ted Cruz actually announced Carly Fiorina as his VP pick, and he's not even the nominee yet. You've seen this, right? Who does that? Except the Zodiac Killer.

No, but see here, think how strange it is, you guys, think how strange it is: Ted Cruz picked a vice president. That doesn't make sense, because serial killers always work alone. And I don't know if you've thought about this, but if Carly Fiorina were vice president, she would only be a heartbeat away from being Zodiac-killed. It's very important information, people should know.

There is great hilarity from the beloved Molly Ivins that you should go watch right now.

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That's a video of how Little Teddy Crud started out in politics after a freak timing accident got the Canadian-born power-seeker elected as the state's attorney general, and from there he rose to be, by a ridiculously tiny number of teabagger voters, to become the most loathed member of the US Senate that even historians are able to document.

The Ivins commentary is an excerpt from "Dildo Diaries," a documentary not on this site (alas). But you can read about it and buy it: http://www.dildodiaries.net/

You see, as TXass Attorney General, the prude sued the federal government claiming that fapping, jacking off, self-abuse (now called self-pleasuring) was not a legal right. "Bashing the bishop" is a religious offense…. His old college roommate popped up to say that sure wasn't the bastard's position when they lived together....

Ivins summarizes the absurdity brilliantly, and even more diverting details of the law can be enjoyed here:

http://wonkette.com/600641/here-is-your-deep-dive-into-the-ted-cruz-dildo-brief

"Ted is pretty sure that if you want to touch a dildo, you also probably want to touch your sister. We’ve also been kind enough to provide you a list of things you can masturbate with once Teddy Boy takes away your god-given right to buy a Fleshlight."

On Twitter, Craig Mazin, explained, "Ted Cruz thinks people don't have a right to 'stimulate their genitals.' I was his college roommate. This would be a new belief of his." Also, "Ted Cruz did not have a dildo stashed under his pillow. Ted Cruz slept on top of his pillow."

A barrage of remarks followed, with much speculation about the righteous horndog and his relation to Mr. Fluffy, his pillow, possibly as a result of his dad, a professional god-bothering, chastising his son for wasting millions of potential Christians. And why does he keep showing his palms in public if he's not quietly showing that he always keeps them freshly shaved?

Snappy snark on the topic included:

"If God didn't want you to masterbate, he'd have made your arms shorter."

"So Ted must have stimulated himself for medical purposes - stroking his ego."

"Holy crap! This legislator wants use of sex toys to be a felony?!
Three strokes and you're out!"

That latter is a baseball reference, but sports is not the dude's strong suit. did you notice when he was in Indiana talking about the "basketball ring"? Indiana was where basketball was invented and no one has EVER called the basketball hoop a "ring." During his recent widely praised standup gig, President Obama wondered what else Ted had in his dictionary. Baseball "sticks"? Football "hats"?

Perhaps it is not surprising that someone who has made a career trying to thwart government and keep it out of the lives of some people (but not women, of course), also thinks states should be able to block interracial marriage. Talk about looking forward!

http://crooksandliars.com/2016/04/ted-cruz-states-ought-be-able-ban

Senior US Senator from TXass (there are two from each state, regardless of size or population) John Cornyn, also a Republic*nt, says the bastard only got into office so he could run for president. Anyway, as of this week, the long-time Canadian citizen is officially a self-confessed loser who has dropped out.

Perhaps the "anybody but Trump" movement will let Crud head up a third-party ticket, but meanwhile, it's always time to laugh contemptuously at the most vicious rightwing ideologue to run for president in over half a century. He and his megachurch daddy both said the one, true god told them that the universally hated senator was His divine choice, which means either there is no god or this dude really hates Cruz as much as the rest of us.

Then again, it might mean that the Cuban exile and his emigrant son simply misunderstood the message from on high, which means they may be wrong about other things as well, right? For example, in a desperate desperate death spasm, Crud leaped onto the anti-LGBT bathroom panic (created out of whole cloth by Republic*nts, who else?).

And then the Federal government told North Carolina, which went from zero to signed law in less than 12 hours, that the state's bigotry and hatred violated the US Constitution and will cost that former Confederate state more than a billion bucks in federal moneys– pretty narrow escape for a presidential candidate who seems to be on the wrong side of the law again.

If there has been any pillow abuse going on lately, what we are left with now is the disturbing daughter letch, who obsesses over the size of his tiny fingers (or what he thinks that implies-- because nothing qualifies a politician more that how much of a dick he is). This talking yam holds rallies instead of policy positions, but for at least the next few months, will be the Klan-backed racist, anti-Semitic warmonger who is the face of a once great American political party.

What could go wrong?

If you are running a legal business, you are subject to business laws, including the ones involving taxes. You are also subject to the laws of the United States of America, which say you cannot discriminate against customers on the basis of the race, sex, etc. Thus, North Carolina's failing attempt to intrude into bathrooms is on the verge of costing that state over a billion bucks for illegal bigotry and discrimination.

Sex discrimination laws also mean you cannot charge women differently at Happy Hours at your singles bar. And "conservative" Republic*nt students on campus cannot have a bake sale charging white people more than black people (or vice versa) just to make some political point.

The bathroom b.s. is currently being turned into a travesty of fools because of ideology-based hatemongering men tromping into women's rooms at Target stores because Target doesn't go along with their commitment to their phobia. Yup, men in women's bathrooms because Freedom.

In the same way, a Drumpf dildo was called to use his tow truck to take a disabled woman and her damaged car away from a dangerous road and simply left her there when he saw a Bernie Sanders bumper sticker. Everyone has a right to be terrified their political views will expose them to possible death, just as everyone who orders a wedding cake has to know that the god of the baker trumps the law of the nation, which Teddy Crud and other prominent political figures urges citizens to defy.

That trucker is being seriously roasted on social media for defending his boorish failure to demonstrate his alleged humanity, saying his god told him what to do. All I could do is think of the Samaritan who did precisely the opposite when he encountered a stranger in trouble, but apparently the famous one, true god flip-flops all the time. Who knew?

No. Just no. If you don't want to serve blacks at your lunch counter, don't open a lunch counter. If you have a religious test for who gets to buy your cakes or your flower arrangements, then Kristallnacht is on its merry way. You also do not get to require a gender i.d. check, birth certificate, or religious identity card to sit at a lunch counter or call for emergency services.

That is the American Way and if you don't like it, find some other country to be part of. Meanwhile, long as you are here, play by the rules. And if you insist on not paying back child support, on starving your cattle by poor animal management even while stealing from the public by swiping national property (land) for private profit, sooner or later you will have your sorry hypocritical ass hauled into court where your patriotism will bring you free rent and board.

That is the way it is. Don't like it? Get the hell outta Dodge. OR, using the Constitutional system in place for a couple of centuries now, change the law. Nullifying the law, as some states tried and failed in the 1860s, is not a plan whose time has come round at last and is now slouching toward Cleveland to be reborn, like all those christianists who feel, along with porn author Jackie Susanne, that once is not enough.

There's a lot of crap being peddled about "Second Amendment solutions" to political disputes so that poor losers don't have to concede to the radical notion of majority rule, but the first time that was tried, President George Washington himself got on horseback again and put down the rebels. Of course, he was also the one who initiated the No Torture policy, so what does that old fuddy-duddy know about anything? It's not like he created the country himself or anything.

As for Mississippi Goddam, Phil Ochs still has the final word:

"Here's the the land you tore out the heart of,
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of."

And just think of the money the rest of the US will save by not giving that
benighted state of America more money in federal payouts and benefits than it pays into the US Treasury in the form of taxes.

Seriously, what are they thinking? All over YouTube are videos of student wrestlers with spectacularly prominent boners.

There are bicycle racers whose form-fitting crotchwear is more like a fitted glove than protective concealment.

By now, everyone must have seen runner Matt Shrivington's package swing back and forth in obscene display with every step he takes.

Olympic gymnasts bulge in their outfits even before the strain of actual muscle work presses package against pants.

Divers wear next to nothing and seem inured to any sense of impropriety in letting their barely constrained rudder act naturally. Water volleyball may involve deliberate underwater groping as a winning tactic of intimidation, same as with wrestlers who think they can get away with working below the belt.

You know all that, right? And yet athletes stand in costume, bulging dicks pushing out at various angles, and pretend to be unaware they are advertising the size and shape of their equipment in a way that may attract useful partnerships for a quick frolic, but is hardly what they would use in a singles bar or general social setting as a means of attracting mates.

Actor Jon Hamm has attracted so much attention and commentary for the way he is obviously going commando much of the time that he has complained about it. But if he really didn't want everyone to notice his schlong and appreciate his endowment, he would find a way to tie it down. Popular and handsome Michael Landon sometimes could not enter a room of the ranch he lived on in "Bonanza" without being preceded by a thick poker every cameraman and costume designer, at least, had to be aware of.

That's different from deliberately doing a nude scene (which these days often goes well beyond a rear view), gratuitous or otherwise.

Hamm, presumably has long ago reached the "I don't give a shit" stage. And there are enough musicians flashing the audience that some of the intentional display really is flaunting and bragging and rejoicing in what they possess and enjoy as sexually active hedonists. One has only to look at the near fetishistic body work of the muscled up and tatted up and frequently nearly naked (sometimes actually so) to see the high-hormone level of self-celebration.

Not different, in some ways, than the usual lies about how much and how often they are getting laid, the boasting of sexual prowess more likely assertive than actual.

So some don't care, some are proudly flaunting (selfies make this not only easy but permissible because the privacy of man alone with camera having a "private" conversation is safer and easier now that it is technologically facilitated and increasingly acceptable behavior).

But, after all that wandering through my usual bewilderness of words, I still am puzzled. Don't these people know their cocks and balls are public knowledge when they get boners while doing their sports competitions? It takes time and effort to pack those Speedos in a way that doesn't call attention, right?

So are these people mostly pretending that nothing unusual is going on and no one is paying attention and it just goes with the territory? Are they genuinely unaware that they are busting out of control?

And how do they cope with that knowledge– some kind of compartmentalization that lets them close off the areas where their bodies are almost completely revealed from other areas of life and action?

Perhaps what puzzles me about the blatantly obvious protrusion and movement of the central sex areas is only some form of the way a man may pack himself into his jeans, carefully arranging his penis up, down, or sideways for comfort, and perhaps admiring the result in the mirror as he notes the curves and concave features accentuated by the drape of his clothes as he heads out to meet the world, one hot, smooth stud, well packaged and well wrapped.

Just wondering. How much attention to YOU pay to where you wear your meat and how much attention do you seek to draw by the way you dress? Presumably different for a board meeting than rough sports play, different for circumstances where a pickup would be a goal.

Women can show their cleavage in settings both formal and informal, but men cannot and do not. If a man wants to be hit on at a bar, by men or women, and the setting is more formal than jeans with their macho manner, what kind of attention and choices are involved for a business suit or for leisure wear at a resort?

And now there is the whole question of droopy drawers, where some younger men think showing six inches or more of colorfully covered ass above their carefully lowered waistline is, I guess, some kind of come-on, because baggy pants that show nothing in front have replaced the form-fitting crotch-promoting come-ons some of us still prefer to oogle.

Or does that style of dress become some new macho defiance of norms that defy you to think they are not well equipped, just supremely confident that they don't need to offer that particular type of tease?

The things I'll never know....

Those gifs are from the video all right. Combine them with the link I provided to hear the dialogue from the censored version and that's almost the whole thing.

What a great find. Thank you. Also, thanks for the great tumblr link in general. I think the kind of celebration of proud, lusty, confident manliness that Whitman celebrates in his "new" book is v much exemplified by the unselfconscious bonding of jocks on and off the field, in and out of changing rooms.

Same thing among military folks. Everyone so masculine and alive together that there is no subtext to their open and honest affection except for those who have serious hangups. Butch bluffing and willy wagging, perhaps at urinals, are just things virile horndogs do. It's the closet case who is terrified to participate or afraid they might send out the "wrong" vibe and inadvertently encourage someone.

Personally, I love seeing str8s enjoying gay sex for its purely animal power, and love
the way they can reach new levels of orgasmic excess in the supportive and expert attention of someone like Bobby Garcia. And I feel sorry for those who seem to be unable or unwilling to twitch, quiver, or give any sign or sound of climax because they are so rough and tough. It's not always the novelty and threat of the situation they are in, either, and their girlfriends must hate that mechanical reserve rather than appreciate the uncontrolled indulgence of The Moment.

Locker room hidden cams from the likes of Angry Young Man allow documentary insights into the patterns and passions of Marines, athletes, and others comfortably macho together, naked and natural as the "good gray poet" most approved and endorsed.

That tumblr poster is really onto something, I think. But then, not everyone is likely to "sing the body electric" and the subtle and tender intricacies of the emotional bonding that goes on among men. Lots of talk these days about "the sisterhood," and studies indicate women tend, in general, to be open to same-sex play together, but men have a ways to go yet even to acknowledge their possibilities.

As mentioned in other posts, I've blown str8s who happily jumped at the chance to get off efficiently without complicating costs or strings. And men who were up to make a little quick cash so they could afford a night buying drinks for ladies at bars or to treat their later date to a more well financed treatment from their beau.

Ideally, wouldn't everyone just get it on with a range of partners of either sex until they finally settle for the person or playstyle they find most engaging? Anyone turned off to such casual sex of the kind generally excused, at first, as adolescent experimentation, is simply reacting to the Public Victorian.

"What would Mrs. Grundy say? What would Mrs. Grundy do?" That's fear of being found out and judged by those who are terrified that someone, somewhere, might be having a good time. If there is anything yucky about it, the burden and corruption of natural drives comes from society and likely comes either from ignorance (medical/psychological) or from repressive rules promulgated as a means of control but accredited to the demands of the one, true, god.

Right now, in the US, we have a Canadian-born political candidate who has overtly claimed to be The Chosen One for this election and who is campaigning vigorously against the rights of women to control their own bodies, and even the rights of men to masturbate (alone, in secret), much less marry each other. Not surprisingly, the smarmy sanctimony of little Teddy Crud has made him the most despised elected official in the country. Apparently hating all the same people your one, true god orders you to hate does not increase popularity. And as a result, we're about to have a talking yam representing one of this country's two political parties.

General scuttlebutt, incidentally, is that his name is on the client list of former D.C. madame Heidi Fleiss. Maybe so. They're in court sorting out whether the names can be released legally, a matter of alleged urgency because Someone playing a prominent role in the whole circus was very much involved with her sex-for-hire business.

Just think of all the orgasms wasted because time is squandered on repression and hypocrisy instead of just letting the bon temps roulez.

"Honi soit qui mal y pense."

Singer and actor John Barrowman of Dr. Who, Torchwood, and Arrow was sitting in a Palm Springs hot tub chatting live with the video camera when his very well endowed husband walked in front of the lens. Whoops. Or perhaps: Whoopie.

Unfortunately, the images were all thoroughly scrubbed within a day, so all you can see now is a bunch of pixels, and I was not swift enough to save the thing or even take some snaps of individual frames.

Claiming they sunbathe naked and are absolutely not embarrassed, somehow the two (or someone on their behalf) has moved swiftly to hide the large amount of evidence that was displayed to a few thousand people almost instantly.

Really, there has to be a full record of this historic event on hard drives and clouds all over the world, but so far none has turned up. Anyone who finds and posts the uncensored version or provides a workable link will be showered in bonus points as a penalty for my dismay in having let the actual video slip away.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/john-barrowman-husband-penis_us_571f6a2de4b0b49df6a8e4ad

Most people do not know that the "good gray poet" (sometimes humorously aka the "good gay poet") did a lot of writing and editing for various local Brooklyn newspapers, some of which published short stories of his as well. Common enough back then. It was after all where O. Henry's best known works were published– newspapers, that is.

But until now what has not been known is that Whitman actually did create a series of columns for which notes have been found in his hand. Since the newspaper it appeared in is not digitized, it took some detective work in actual microfilm to turn up the long-lost book-length guide to "manly health," in which the great American poet tackles everything from virility to "care of the feet" and the attainment of a "nobler physique," has been rediscovered by a scholar, more than 150 years after it was first published under the pseudonym Mose Velsor, a known pen-name for Whitman in the New York Atlas in 1858, It runs to nearly 50,000 words.
The entire text of Manly Health and Training is published online for free in the new issue of the Walt Whitman Quarterly Review. Editor Ed Folsom, a
professor at the University of Iowa, writes in an introductory note that the remarkable find will "alter the course of Whitman scholarship and biography."
In the journal, Turpin says the work can be seen as "an essay on male beauty, a chauvinistic screed, a sports memoir, a eugenics manifesto, a description of New
York daily life, an anecdotal history of longevity, or a pseudoscientific tract," and warns that it can be “eyebrow-raising."
"Readers should prepare to encounter a more-than-typically self-contradictory Whitman; his primary claims tilt from visionary to reactionary, commonsensical to nonsensical, egalitarian to racist, pacific to bloodthirsty -- and back again," he says.
"Guard your manly power, your health and strength, from all hurts and violations," urges Whitman in one article. "This is the most sacred charge you will ever have in your keeping. To you, clerk, literary man, sedentary person, man of fortune, idler, the same advice. Up! The world (perhaps you now look upon it with pallid and disgusted eyes) is full of zest and beauty for you, if you approach it in the right spirit! Out in the morning!"

Most of the above is taken pretty much directly from http://www.rawstory.com/2016/04/revealed-walt-whitman-penned-eyebrow-raising-guide-to-manly-health-and-its-available-online/

A good place to begin is with the .pdf Introduction to Walt Whitman's "Manly Health and Training," written by Zachary Turpin, the man who discovered this unseen work.
http://ir.uiowa.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=2205&context=wwqr

For "Manly Health and Training, With Off-Hand Hints Toward Their Conditions"by "Mose Velsor," you can download the full text in .pdf format.
http://ir.uiowa.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=2210&context=wwqr

Turns out there are masses of prose and poetry yet to be located by America's greatest poet. This failed to thrill me, despite its great possibilities, but may be of some interest to others. A few excerpts:

Manly health! Is there not a kind of charm – a fascinating magic
in the words? We fancy we see the look with which the phrase is met
by many a young man, strong, alert, vigorous, whose mind has always
felt, but never formed in words, the ambition to attain to the perfection
of his bodily powers -- has realized to himself that all other goods of
existence would hardly be goods, in comparison with a perfect body,
perfect blood—no morbid humors, no weakness, no impotency or
deficiency or bad stuff in him; but all running over with animation and
ardor, all marked by herculean strength, suppleness, a clear complexion,
and the rich results (which follow such causes) of a laughing voice,
a merry song morn and night, a sparkling eye, and an ever-happy soul!

(Give me some men who are stout-hearted men, etc., because they are the
basis of the national strength and character.)

It is, in our view, indispensably necessary that a man should be a fine animal -- sound and vigorous.... Almost everything else is attended to but the animal part of a man -- as if that were something to be ashamed of and repressed.

And as to real viciousness, let no one suppose that it is confined to
any one class of the community, or is any more to be found in those
who "lead a gay life," than in those who keep demure faces, and are
supposed to be lawful and orthodox -- that is to say, the latter, in most
cases, add hypocrisy to the natural sins of man, and to the private
indulgence in the same.

(What did he mean by that? Seems more like a primordial use of the word rather than as code. The etymology of the current usage has probably been done to death, but I've not pursued the question.

Anyway, in the book there is lots of promotion of exercise. A brisk cold bath in the morning, deep breaths in front of a newly opened window to embrace the fresh, cold air. Then breakfast and off for a jaunty walk to work. That kind of thing. He likes rowing. He likes running. His idea is that a little water is best to drink, maybe some mild beer or wine on occasion, but nothing hot, nothing in excess, and no soda. His ideal diet is almost entirely red meat, preferably beef but perhaps mutton.

He does not get very explicit about retaining one's natural vital energies as a youth in order to produce better children a few years later. Warns against syphilis and other consequences that can come from wasting one's substance with hoards of available women of no consequence or quality.

The idea seems to be a roaring, exuberant lust for live. "Behold, be at ease with me," he once wrote, "for I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as nature." There is or was in the SF Bay Area a school of erotic massage and sexual manipulation called "The Body Electric," taking its name from one of his poems....

While he was writing these columns, collected now for the first time, he was in the process of moving from the failed first edition of "Leaves of Grass" and the even more greatly failed second edition, to creating the third and largely expanded form of his wild embrace of the country, the land, the people, and rather explicitly, hot young men. It is there that the Calamus poems appear, a set of male love songs and discussions, some of which were written earlier as "Live Oak with Moss."

Not clear in my brief surfing today, but one influence on this move toward more explicit manly romance may be Fred Vaughan, a young man who lived with Whitman in the late 1850s.

The Live Oak poems are online:
http://www.whitmanarchive.org/criticism/current/anc.00154.html

Alan Helms comments by way of introduction:
Clearly, the poet suffered some crisis of identity beginning in 1858, such that he felt the need to test other outlets, social or sexual. Whitman probably began "Live Oak," his most homoerotic poetic sequence, late in 1858… during this same period that Whitman "regularly socialized with a group of young male friends -- "the beautiful young men?" -- dubbed the "Fred Gray Association" after one of their principals.

Not sure what that question mark is doing there, but isn't it nice to know there was an American gay group before there were "friends of Dorothy"? And you do know that is reported as a term NOT related to anyone from Kansas, right?

From the Live Oak sequence:

For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the
      same cover in the cool night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was
      inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast -- And that
      night I was happy.

VLC media player works fine for me, but somehow I have reset something and I have not been able to find out how to undo whatever I did. Please help.

On audio files, when I have a number from one album of .mp3 format tracks from an album, or files in any other audio format for that matter, MY idea is to play the whole set, one after another. But what happens is that while I can see all the tracks added to the playlist, I can only play one at a time. Each one then repeats and repeats until I manually move to the next file.

This is new and hateful and there must be some totally obvious and instantly easy fix, but I have now given up and come here to beg for guidance.

If I click on a variety of files all at once, instead of adding them all to a single playlist, each one opens in a new open VLC media player and then all play at once. Yay!

I like being able to have more than one version open at a time because then I can, for example, switch from watching a video to listening to music while I do other things, like write posts like this one, surf the Net, and so on. And then I can switch back without having to reload and start over or relocate my preferred access point to continue.

But how do I just tell the thing to play each item on the list, one after the other, the way it always used to do? Grrr.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/ejaculation-frequency-could-have-serious-consequences-for-mens-health_us_571e557de4b0d0042da9e154

(Reuters Health) - - Men who ejaculate often may have a lower risk of prostate cancer than their peers who don’t do it as frequently, a U.S. study suggests.

Researchers followed about 32,000 men starting in 1992 when they were in their 20s and continuing through 2010. During this period, almost 4,000 of the men were diagnosed with prostate cancer.

Men who ejaculated at least 21 times a month in their 20s were 19 percent less likely to be diagnosed with prostate cancer than men who ejaculated no more than seven times a month, the study found. Men who ejaculated more often in their 40s were 22 percent less likely to get a prostate cancer diagnosis.

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Those excerpts from the story are, of course, only part of the detail provided. Comments at that link, however, raise doubt as to whether younger men benefit more or less, compared with older men and provide other significant information.

Yes, too late to change/fix it now, but there is a 50-year difference in their ages. The younger man was 25 when they met and started becoming an item 15 years ago. I appreciate the correction for the benefit of those who otherwise might have had to wait for me to show up again. Have worried about this because if he is 25 years old NOW (instead of 40), he was only ten when they met, and others would have noticed.

This post could go under Rants and Raves, but it is here because I think it is funny.

Smug, self-satisfied tv host Bill Maher recently did a piece about a People magazine cover story about Hillary Clinton, which he revised as a similar story about the smarmy Canadian who claims to be the Chosen candidate of the one, true god.

The whole segment is short and funny, but since I took the trouble of capturing two images, I'm sharing them here.

As two former Confederate states have decided to demonize transgender people by doing a massively fraudulent bathroom freakout that is driving performers, sports events, and industry to spend their dollars elsewhere, even Drumpf says these laws are discriminatory and bad for business. He knows about discrimination, right?

But little Teddy Crud could not wait to issue adverts praising these wise and noble hypocrites in order to pander to the worst of the worst on the Republic*nt side of US politics. He also has been in court in the past arguing that masturbation was not a legal right. And, of course, he is the one most responsible for shutting down the US government because he could not get his way by reasoned debate and so had to stamp is little feet.

The degree of arrogant slime concerning this dude is really unbelievable. As a US Senator, he called his party's leader a liar in open session. That is infra dig. Simply not done. Fortunately, he will not win the primary going on now for his party to select its standard bearer, for the simple reason that if he got all the remaining delegates not yet nailed down, he would find there are still not enough.

Oh, btw, one of his great ideas is for the US to return to the gold standard. Grrr.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this evidence of how even his own party despises and loathes the smirking creep. Again, I think it is funny, but your mileage may vary.

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/04/24/opinion/sunday/findinglove-again-this-time-with-a-man.html

When Harris Wofford and his wife of 48 years were about to turn 70 when she died. He did not think he would ever fall in love again or remarry, and yet five years late on a Fort Lauderdale beach, he met Matthew Charlton, age 25.

Today, at ages 90 and 40, the couple have been together 15 years and the men are preparing to be married on April 30. "We will join hands, vowing to be bound together: to have and to hold, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part."

In a moving piece in the New York Times, Wofford says, "I don’t categorize myself based on the gender of those I love. I had a half-century of marriage with a wonderful woman, and now am lucky for a second time to have found happiness." He happily quotes Robert Frost:

And yet for all this help of head and brain
How happily instinctive we remain,
Our best guide upward further to the light,
Passionate preference such as love at sight.

Harris Wofford is a former US senator from Pennsylvania, special assistant for civil rights to President John F. Kennedy, and adviser to the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

… um... Freaking News. For the date vipers in the US write as 4/20 every year at this time. And at other times. Comes from the code 420 used by high school students in northern California a few years ago to indicate the afterschool time they would meet and smoke together.

Here's How Many People Have Fatally Overdosed On Marijuana
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2016/04/19/marijuana-overdose-deaths_n_9736890
.html

Not that marijuana has no dangers. If you drop a brick of it on someone from
a great enough distance, that can definitely do the trick.

I almost said if you drop that weight on someone from "high enough," but
then realized I'd have to specify the reference is to distance, as in feet,
not some other type of measurement for which there is no name. "Joules"
suggest themselves, and even "calories," but the former might
cause unnecessary confusion and the latter would be based on something like
cookie consumption rather than on some more specific metric.

What would you think of counting such a thing in Timmys? Named after the
late ex-Harvard prof, such units would be far more useful than "stoned" v
"unstoned," or the almsot equally broad borrowed terminology used at
Millbrook in certain circumstances– First and Second Bardo.

See, this degree of enhanced cookie and music appreciation is a basic ten
Timmys. Small doses of what Al Hoffman called his "problem child" might be
calculated in kilotims (Ktims) for blotter levels of inner space
exploration. For the normal, now old-fashioned trip-level megadoses that
powered the cultural transformation of the 1960s, perhaps megatims (Mtims)
would be useful.

Dr. Al, btw, is also responsible for isolating and naming the ingreditent
that makes "magic" mushrooms what Sinatra, in an entirely different and more
mundane context, called "a kick in the head." Granted it takes ten times as
much psylocybin compared with the ergot derivative, Ktims might be
appropriate there. Or, since the bicycle-riding Swiss chemist probably used
metric terminology, the effective doeses for shrooms might be counted in
Hoffmans, with some conversion between Hoffmans and Timmys to be worked out
later.

DMT would perhaps be calculated in terms of Mtims, though an argument can be
made for yet another scale, perhaps the Terry, after the late botany
enthusiast. Think that would be preferable to appropriating the name of Rick
Strassman, whose noble and reality challenging research is ongoing and might
be impeded by having the name of a living researcher used.

Or perhaps all these potential terms can simply be replaced by the Sasha, in
honor of Kindly Dr. Shulgin. Since he is also the person behind the spread
of MDMA (which he did not invent but promoted primarily for therapeutic
uses, not raves or pickups at singles bars, the Sasha would presumably need
some definition that would work across various types of cosmic chemical
enhancements based on such factors as their emotional impacts and quality of
resulting insight.

Or maybe there is no way to correlate the power/pleasure of psychdelics,
which effectively reach from stoned to infinity, with Ecstasy/Molly.

Obviously more research will be needed.

Whoa! One quarter cup of melted butter. Somehow I wrote the one-stick part correctly, but reported that incorrectly. It is a quarter of a pound of cow grease. And yes, it is delicious hot or cold.

Would be glad to hear stories of those who make this three-ingredient cake and their experience might be useful to others as well.

The room was full of pregnant women, with their partners. The
Lamaze class was in full swing. The instructor was teaching the women
how to breathe properly, and was telling the men how to give the
necessary assurances to their partners at this stage of the pregnancy.

The instructor said: "Ladies: remember that exercise is GOOD for you.
Walking is especially beneficial. It strengthens the pelvic muscles
and will make delivery that much easier!" She looked at the men in
the room. "And gentlemen, remember: you're in this together. So it
wouldn't hurt you to go walking with your partner".

The room suddenly got very quiet as the men absorbed this information.

Then a man at the back of the room slowly raised his hand.

"Yes?" asked the instructor.

"I was just wondering," the man said, "is it all right if she carries
a golf bag while we walk?"

Don't know about measurements and product availability outside the world's greatest granfalloon (see Wiki), but for USAnians, this is stunning.

Cut up four couples of apples into pieces maybe the size of gravel or marbles.

Put them in a greased pan and spread an entire package of dry cake mix over them. A lovely yellow cake mix will work perfectly.

Then cover the surface carefully with a cup of belted mutter … um... a stick of melted butter.

That's it. Put in an over preheated to 350F degrees. Should take about 45 minutes until the apples are cooked. Serve hot with ice cream, or let cool and then eat. For two hungry people, this absurdly simple recipe makes about two servings, esp. when a popular herbal appetite enhancer is involved.

The only thing really taking time and effort is peeling and coring and cutting up those apples. Eating the cooked result takes little time and no effort at all.

Hatrick: But the author of the review said it himself.

Actually, that would be Jane Ward, female.

Thus, an excuse to keep this topic alive by recusitating it from the old-and-moldy category. Maybe someone will respond by posting an electronic copy as requested. Or perhaps someone will continue the discussion of what men do together in spite of possible labels.

Long ago, the Playboy Advisor handled a query (heheh, he said "query") from a young self-proclaimed str8 man who said he and his college roomie had sex together and liked it, and have kept it up on an occasional basis in the years since, when both have spent all their other time with a sex partner only with women.

Dude wanted to know what the Advisor thought, which means that like most people who write to advice columnists, he wanted permission to do what he already wanted to do and was, in fact, doing. Naturally, he was told that there was nothing actually wrong with this, but it would be best to cut it out. I forget why.

In the great gay-friendly science fiction series Torchwood, where sex with aliens is allowed as much as sex with any gender of interest, the Dr. Who character played by openly gay singer/actor John Barrowman (currently on view in the US as a major character on "Arrow," where hunks abound) is having an ongoing affair with Ianto, a male member (heheheh, he said "male member") of the team fighting aliens and other threats relating to a breach in some sort of standard-cliche type dimensional portal (cf Stargate, The Librarians, The Flash, among other series on the electronic telly machine.).

Ianto says he is str8, only queer for one man. Maybe there are people right here on this very forum site who have had experiences with someone who is "straight but not narrow," and who is only interested in, only chases, and only even fantasizes about females… with one single exception.

Astonishes me the number of people right here in River City who insist that means the one-offer is in fact pulling the wool over his own eyes and hiding in his own closet. Or, of course, actually gay.

WWI soldier love poetry involving what Walt called "the dear love of comrades" and some of the WWII photos of military buddies at ease while on the front lines is evidence enough for Some to accept that sexuality is fluid and, as generally considered for millennia until maybe a century and a quarter ago, too complex and variable (depending on age, time, place, availability, and other factors) to be reduced to a single narrow label.

Until the 1960s, what men did with each other was not discussed, esp. in mixed company. Gloryholes were not advertised, not dinner table conversation even when women were not present. No sailor went on a second long sea voyage propelled by wind power without knowing what went on comme d'habitude. What happens in all male prisons is also widely known, and when rape is involved, for some reason is considered a hilariously appropriate subject for jokes because what convicted blackmailer or tax cheat doesn't deserve violent sexual assault, right? So what could be wrong with smirking dialogue about "don't drop the soap," or "I hope he gets a roommate named Bubba." Ahahaha. These victims deserve what they get. (Like all victims of sexual assault?)

It really was not until Boyd MacDonald began soliciting and publishing true tales of m/m encounters that even within the gay community the true range of possibilities and options began to be known.

Anyway, a book like this one can at least start a major conversation that might proceed to overcome lots of troglodyte attitudes and help the human race evolve toward tolerance. And then when some dude wants some action, the only thing holding him back is not possible self-loathing or fear of what others will think, but something other than irrational limitations or thoroughly inculcated proscriptions based on popular mythology.