I loves ya

Hug

Sharing a bed

Pic from this intriguing Queerty piece.  I discuss an earlier paper by the same author here.

I loves ya

Manly passion

I loves ya

Safe within your arms

Episode 452 ...

... of Majorca Flats is here.

Hug

Closeness matters, even if you're straight.  A hug makes you feel better, if it's sincere.  It shows that he cares.

A long wait

Sharing & caring

Love

As natural as breathing.  The closest  we get to the divine.

GI Kiss

Thoughts on Daniel Radcliffe and being gay

As usual, the media (and hoi polloi, bless them) just have to see two guys hugging for them to immediately assume at least one of them is gay.  The innuendo and rumour mills were going full blast after this report and these pictures in Britain's The Daily Mail.

Thing is, what do you mean by "gay"?  

1. You can lust after blokes but not necessarily love them or even like them
2. You can love them, but find the thought of sex with them uninteresting or even icky
3. You can be 95% heterosexual but there is one bloke who does it for you.  But you love him and lust after him
4. You can not much mind either way.  An orgasm's an orgasm, a hole's a hole.  Warm mouths or clever hands have no gender.
5. You can prefer woman but if you haven't had it for a week/a month/ a year, a man will do (prison, the British Navy, etc)
6. You can get close to other men and then express your affection in a physical and sexual way. But you aren't interested in anonymous sex or gay bars.

Now I don't know about the delicious Daniel Radcliffe.  He may or may not be gay.

But younger guys who seem to be much easier about this than our generation was, aren't afraid to express their liking physically (which is not the same as sexually -- our society is so afraid of sex that they see physicality leading inevitably to sex.  Which is rot)  One of the pernicious side effects of generations of homophobia is that perfectly straight men are afraid to express their affection and love for other men.  Gay lib is also straight lib.  Accepting that men can love men (without it necessarily being sexual) will allow straight men to hug and kiss and cuddle with other straight men without wanting to fuck them silly.  And of course, if they did find a wayward attraction, they might well enjoy sex with each other.  Gay, straight, or just human?

Daniel Radcliffe is very gay-friendly, and easy with gays.  But that doesn't mean he finds men sexually attractive, any more than a gay bloke who likes women wants to have sex with them.

He's not a macho lumber-lumber "me big, me strong, me kill someone", but that doesn't make him gay.   Even if he is acting a gay man.

If he be gay, though, he's certainly welcome to visit. :-)

Hugging

Enfolded in someone's arms, someone who loves you -- a friend, a brother, a father, a lover.  It doesn't matter.  It feels wonderful.

Transformers

The helmets make them look like transformers (you know --  those robots who can transform into machines)   and they mean we can't see what they look like.  On the other hand,  their "girdles" (as I'm told they're called) are extraordinarily sexy, especially if they're white and see-through, with their jockstraps underneath.

Sadly, I don't know who these blokes are or which teams are playing.  But they are beaut as.

And once again, precisely because football or soccer or footy players are ueber-men, they are permitted to hug and kiss each other.

Majorca Flats -- 258

Michael stood quietly behind Cody, neither bothered nor intrusive as two men hugged and wept on his front doorstep.

Eventually, Luigi let go and turned towards Michael. “Thank you!” he said very quietly, and Michael knew he meant it with every part of his being.

“Anybody would've done what I did,” demurred Michael.

“Maybe, but you were there and you did it. Thank you.”

“It was nothing.” Michael was much more troubled by Luigi's gratitude than he'd been by them kissing, and Luigi was touched. A straight man who was OK with gays. That was new. For a moment he inspected Michael for signs of errant sexuality and found none, and then was forced to chuckle inwardly at his own bad habits.

“I brought you some clothes,” he said to Cody, giving him the plastic bag with the shorts, T-shirt and sweater.

“Thanks! Michael lent me these boardies ...”

“... oh please keep them! They're my old ones and I hardly ever go to the beach these days.”

“I shall frame them,” said Cody in perfect seriousness. Then he realised that he would have to explain to Phillippa, that he hadn't yet made his excuses, and he felt sick with worry and despair.

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Majorca Flats -- 257

The door opened as Luigi drove up the driveway of a charming wooden cottage, surrounded by a beautiful garden full of deciduous trees and itself festooned with creepers and flower boxes. Cody and another man—what was his name again? ah yes, Michael—came out onto the veranda. The air was light and clear, though the sun wasn't yet over the mountains' edges. It was going to be a beautiful day. Luigi didn't think about any of that but felt only his heart turn upside down as he saw Cody's familiar face. He wanted to take Cody into his arms, to kiss him and comfort him, to make him smile again. But he stood stiffly, all at once discomposed by all that had passed between them in the last few weeks. Cody stared at him, his face so sad, so lost and lonely that Luigi forgave him all he'd done. I'm not starting up with him again, he thought, no way. I forgive him. We can be friends. I'll help him. But things can never be what they were. And then he thought, fuck it, and put his arms round Cody and pulled him into a tight hug.

Cody burst into tears.

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Majorca Flats -- 172

Luigi scribbled down his number on two bar napkins and gave one to Keith and one to Jason. Then he put his arms round each of them and gave them a hug and a quick kiss on their cheeks. They saw him to the door, and then they kissed again, reluctant to let their time together end.

It took them the usual half an hour to clean up The Lord Grey.

When they'd finished, Jason said, “When're you finishing tonight, Key?”

“The usual time. I don't have a life, you know.”

Jason pulled him close into a tight embrace. He kissed him, and then pulled his head back and looked into Keith's chocolate eyes. “I'll see you at six. I'm going to go home and shower. I stink!”

“In the best possible way,” smirked Keith.

“Behave!” said Jason.

“Why?” asked Keith, ironic.

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Men hugging

I'm sure they're friends not lovers (never say 'just friends' -- friendship is a precious thing). They're prolly not even gay. But I like their closeness all the same.