I want love like theirs
From an essay by Paul Morris, creator of my new favorite porn studio Treasure Island Media:
...Here's a fragment from an interview with a 35 year-old man who calls himself a total bottom, who is exclusively submissive. He's connected with "Gainers and Encouragers", a national group of men exploring the sexual connections between submission and obesity. I asked how large he hopes to become. He currently weighs around 200 pounds.
"Frankly," he responded, "I'm considering five-hundred to six-hundred pounds. There's something very sensual about being fed by another man. Something very nurturing and sexual. And there's something incredibly erotic for me about the idea of eating a lot, eating with the idea that I am getting fatter. And I like on occasion to eat very large amounts of food. Enough for five or six meals. Getting myself stuffed to the point that literally I cannot eat another bite: there is simply no more room left. Being force-fed is very tender, very slow love-making. In the end I can't move. I can't respond. I'm absolutely immobilized. A point of negotiation with a top is whether to move into and beyond that weight where the bottom literally can't move on his own, where he's absolutely and permanently dependent on the top to take care of him. He becomes an extravagant possession, not a man but a thing to be owned."
Another man I interviewed is a successful businessman, remarkably intelligent and well-educated. Also a "total bottom", he talked about diminishing his mental capacity for sexual reasons:
"If I could seriously diminish my intelligence I would do it. I've had very serious conversations about this in the past several weeks. By letting someone reduce your mental capacity - through drugs or surgery or brainwashing - you're giving over a tremendous amount of responsibility to someone else. And he is willing to take it. This is love, I think. That's what this is all about: I'm searching for a new type of love. It would involve my mental incapacitation. And physical mutilation. The grafting of a ten-inch cow tongue flap of flesh into my mouth. Having my nose modified so it's a snout. I would be unacceptable in public, except that I wouldn't know that I'm unacceptable in public. I've found a place where they actually do tongue-grafts."
Later, the same man continued:
"We had just been going at it for hours, my mouth and his sloppy butthole so connected that they made up one perfect sexual organ, one connected thing, this big wet sloppy organ. It was continual orgasm, for over an hour at one point. A little machine, one organ coming together there. A pleasure level far above what I had always thought of as orgasm. So that I thought my body or my mind would just blow up. And he (the top) turns around in the middle of it and leans down over me and pukes all over me. We'd never talked about it. And I threw myself back on the floor, threw my arms back on the floor and collapsed and cried out "Thank you! Thank you! I love you!" And he looked down at me and said "I did it because I love you."...
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This introduction, while shocking (and strangely reminiscent of the intro of a final paper I wrote for my fashion seminar last year, entitled "The Pain of Belonging: Hypermasculinity and Sadomasochism in American Gay Subculture") is actually a preamble to an extremely well-written essay. This guy would get a solid A+ if this were a PWR paper. It's actually really fascinating. And he explains exactly why I loathe the work of Falcon Studios:
"In a Titan or a Falcon fantasy there is very little truth-content, very little that can be associated even distantly with documenting anything other than an unreal world. These videos, for the most part, are about sex in exactly the way that Krippendorf's studies are about serious Anthropology, or Bruce Weber's photographs are about male sensuality. All three (Titan, Krippendorf, Weber) are primarily about exclusion, inaccessibility, the delineation not of true or real worlds but in each case of a single man's manufactured fantasy of a world that has many of the signs of reality but is in fact able to function because it is perfectly unattainable yet terribly attractive. In these cases, the erotic connection is primarily masochistic and teaches the observer that eros is something only those in the inaccessible worlds can experience fully.
This is an odd and unfortunate dovetailing of the nearly universal gay confusion of masochism with eros on the one hand and on the other hand the response of a new generation of pornmakers to the safe-sex imperative. The positing of sex and eros as things that occur in hyper-real worlds removes them from the mess of viruses, germs, test-results, imperfections and real intimacy (physical or emotional). Sexworlds like those of Falcon and Titan are arid paradises that are inhabited by unexcited actors who move through tableaux that call for replications of sex. The "safety" that is enabled through the creation of other worlds for perfect sex is a safety of relative lifelessness for the viewer. I don't know how a video that enhances disconnection and a masochistic relationship to eros can be called safe."
Bra-vo.
...Here's a fragment from an interview with a 35 year-old man who calls himself a total bottom, who is exclusively submissive. He's connected with "Gainers and Encouragers", a national group of men exploring the sexual connections between submission and obesity. I asked how large he hopes to become. He currently weighs around 200 pounds.
"Frankly," he responded, "I'm considering five-hundred to six-hundred pounds. There's something very sensual about being fed by another man. Something very nurturing and sexual. And there's something incredibly erotic for me about the idea of eating a lot, eating with the idea that I am getting fatter. And I like on occasion to eat very large amounts of food. Enough for five or six meals. Getting myself stuffed to the point that literally I cannot eat another bite: there is simply no more room left. Being force-fed is very tender, very slow love-making. In the end I can't move. I can't respond. I'm absolutely immobilized. A point of negotiation with a top is whether to move into and beyond that weight where the bottom literally can't move on his own, where he's absolutely and permanently dependent on the top to take care of him. He becomes an extravagant possession, not a man but a thing to be owned."
Another man I interviewed is a successful businessman, remarkably intelligent and well-educated. Also a "total bottom", he talked about diminishing his mental capacity for sexual reasons:
"If I could seriously diminish my intelligence I would do it. I've had very serious conversations about this in the past several weeks. By letting someone reduce your mental capacity - through drugs or surgery or brainwashing - you're giving over a tremendous amount of responsibility to someone else. And he is willing to take it. This is love, I think. That's what this is all about: I'm searching for a new type of love. It would involve my mental incapacitation. And physical mutilation. The grafting of a ten-inch cow tongue flap of flesh into my mouth. Having my nose modified so it's a snout. I would be unacceptable in public, except that I wouldn't know that I'm unacceptable in public. I've found a place where they actually do tongue-grafts."
Later, the same man continued:
"We had just been going at it for hours, my mouth and his sloppy butthole so connected that they made up one perfect sexual organ, one connected thing, this big wet sloppy organ. It was continual orgasm, for over an hour at one point. A little machine, one organ coming together there. A pleasure level far above what I had always thought of as orgasm. So that I thought my body or my mind would just blow up. And he (the top) turns around in the middle of it and leans down over me and pukes all over me. We'd never talked about it. And I threw myself back on the floor, threw my arms back on the floor and collapsed and cried out "Thank you! Thank you! I love you!" And he looked down at me and said "I did it because I love you."...
[end quote]
This introduction, while shocking (and strangely reminiscent of the intro of a final paper I wrote for my fashion seminar last year, entitled "The Pain of Belonging: Hypermasculinity and Sadomasochism in American Gay Subculture") is actually a preamble to an extremely well-written essay. This guy would get a solid A+ if this were a PWR paper. It's actually really fascinating. And he explains exactly why I loathe the work of Falcon Studios:
"In a Titan or a Falcon fantasy there is very little truth-content, very little that can be associated even distantly with documenting anything other than an unreal world. These videos, for the most part, are about sex in exactly the way that Krippendorf's studies are about serious Anthropology, or Bruce Weber's photographs are about male sensuality. All three (Titan, Krippendorf, Weber) are primarily about exclusion, inaccessibility, the delineation not of true or real worlds but in each case of a single man's manufactured fantasy of a world that has many of the signs of reality but is in fact able to function because it is perfectly unattainable yet terribly attractive. In these cases, the erotic connection is primarily masochistic and teaches the observer that eros is something only those in the inaccessible worlds can experience fully.
This is an odd and unfortunate dovetailing of the nearly universal gay confusion of masochism with eros on the one hand and on the other hand the response of a new generation of pornmakers to the safe-sex imperative. The positing of sex and eros as things that occur in hyper-real worlds removes them from the mess of viruses, germs, test-results, imperfections and real intimacy (physical or emotional). Sexworlds like those of Falcon and Titan are arid paradises that are inhabited by unexcited actors who move through tableaux that call for replications of sex. The "safety" that is enabled through the creation of other worlds for perfect sex is a safety of relative lifelessness for the viewer. I don't know how a video that enhances disconnection and a masochistic relationship to eros can be called safe."
Bra-vo.