Just Another Gay Man

I just want to belabor this point for a moment.

These images are not explicit. These pictures show two adults, engaging in consensual kissing. That’s it. It isn’t violent, it isn’t pornographic. It’s literally just two adult humans sharing a kiss.

It’s ludicrous and insulting that – especially in 2018 – this is flagged, either by some sort of badly-designed algorithm, or by shitty homophobic people.

And to just restate something that I reblogged a little bit ago:

the reality is that for a lot of the LGTBQ+ community, particularly younger members still discovering themselves and members in extremely homophobic environments where most media sites were banned (but Tumblr wasn’t even considered important enough to be), this was a bastion of information and self-expression.

I am so lucky. I am so massively lucky and privileged. I’m rich, I’m white, I’m a CIS male in a heterosexual relationship. I can look just about anywhere in the world and see myself represented in art and media. My experience has been normalized to the exclusion and oppression of people who don’t share that experience.

That. Must. Change.

I can only imagine what it must feel like to fight every second of ever day just to exist in a world that is filled with people who share my demographic (but not my values) using their wealth and power and privilege to attack you, simply for being who you are, for existing. I can only imagine how terrible and suffocating and exhausting that must be. 

According to marginalized and vulnerable people, this change in policy will directly hurt them, and that’s indefensible. 

The ridiculousness of this policy change can be simply illustrated by the image here being flagged. Why was it flagged? Because homophobia is rampant and too many people who should stand up against it are cowards who don’t want to risk their own wealth and privilege in the service of people who can’t defend themselves.

I applaud and admire and respect the hell out of everyone in the LGBTQ community here who have formed networks and friendships and relationships and support structures for each other. You have worked so hard to create and maintain a safe space for each other, and I’m embarrassed, appalled, and furious that people who look like me are making your lives – hell, your very existence – so hard. 

Will we change our own ways?  

Censoring others = Censoring ourselves.

Censoring what we don’t like to hear eventually suppresses what we think should be heard.

“This years Cosplay is going to be awesome,” I yelled.

I stole Casey’s body; well, got inside him while he was drunk as a fuck. Wearing him like a costume, damn I–no, we were so hard by the time I was all the way in. I had to jerk off there and then otherwise I’d never get his pants back on!

We stayed at the party for a while, and everyone begged us to stay–being the school’s QB it was hard to escape, but I wanted to try on my Spidey suit, over Casey’s hunky body.

I’d been inside his mind for a few hours, but it didn’t take that long to know he had zero interest in comics or Cosplay–his loss, but now he was my gain.

From the shrubs I grabbed my rucksack, with the suit inside and headed back to his home. He lived with his parents, but it wasn’t a problem as he had a small apartment above the garage–private.

Shucking his clothes once more, I briefly checked his physique before pull on the Spidey suit. It was tight on my old frame, but on Casey–damn!

Turning in circles, and struggling to find the back, I finally got it zipped closed.

Damn!

I grabbed our dick through the lycra and jerked off a few times, we had a monster down there! 

Needless to say I had to shower with the suit on to clean it up, before taking it off to dry.

I laid in Casey’s bed, and gently explored our body. I smiled and turned over. The Cosplay wasn’t for another ten days, so I had to play Casey, 24/7, home, work and play. I didn’t give a fuck, I was the best in the Drama Club–this wasn’t even a challenge.