These guys are "porn stars", yet it is obvious that they are also fond of each other. Religion has screwed up so many things. Yes, they're not in love. But they like each other and they have sex with each other, and they're men, but, you know what, the heavens haven't fallen.
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Saturday, March 5, 2022
Mates
Labels:
amitié amoureuse,
friends with benefits,
friendship,
love,
porn
Sunday, January 20, 2019
Bud sex
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| When Did Touch Between Male Friends Become Taboo? (Source) |
The original of this article was in Spanish, but I have attempted to translate it.
What is "bud sex"? Heterosexual men having sex with each other for pleasure.
A somewhat unconventional way to enjoy sex.
Each person experiences their sexuality how they want to and in the most pleasurable form possible. With the sexual revolution, this terrain is in every case much broader where there is more space for experimentation.
In that framework, for some time now the term "bud sex" has begun to be used. This expression refers to sex between male friends. It is used for those heterosexual men who have intimate relations with another male with the sole objective of getting pleasure.
These men are not bisexual, nor homosexual, nor are they even confused in their sexual orientation: they are simply heterosexual guys who look to get pleasure without emotional or sentimental ties with people of the same sex.
The men taking part in "bud sex" can be married and even have children. The practice is seen as obtaining sexual relief, caused sometimes by circumstances, for example in prisons, where there is no opportunity to share intimate moments with a woman.
Since these are heterosexual males, pre-agreed rules are set up before coitus so that there is no confusion. Among those: no kissing, caresses, or any other manifestation of affection, nor to meet up with the other person (too) frequently.
I've been banging on about this for years, just like I've been talking about toxic masculinity: when being gay ceases to carry any stigma, then lots of men will have sex with other men. "Bud sex" is at the extreme end of impersonal sex. It's just fucking.
But it is equally possible to have what the French call une amitié amoureuse, a loving friendship, where you are not in love but nevertheless are fond of your sparring partner. After all, how often does one fall in love? Yet one may be attracted to someone, and what makes them attractive isn't just their bodies but their smile, their sense of fun, their integrity--those thousand things that draw us to other people, whether sexually or not. In a world where male-to-male sex is no more noteworthy than male-to-female sex, it will be very likely that there will be buddies who do find each other in some sense attractive, and act on that perception. And I try and show that in my writing.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
I loves ya
Labels:
friendship,
I loves ya,
love,
Men Hugging,
romantic friendships
Monday, May 18, 2015
Meh. Too much trouble
Have ever had that thing with someone who was once a friend when you just start thinking this is too much trouble? I used to have a friend I really loved--not "in love", just love. But although he professed to care for me, he didn't really. As the months went by I eventually stopped caring for him, too. A few weeks ago we had a disagreement and I considered discussing it with him. But decided it wasn't worth it. I didn't care enough to waste time and emotional effort in trying any more. When that happens, you know the relationship is finished. It's sad in a way. I thought we'd connected. But connection is a two-way process, yes?
Labels:
friends,
friendship,
male bonding,
male intimacy,
mates
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Saturday night thoughts
There's this guy I thought was my friend. I grew very fond of him. He's clever, gifted, handsome, and bi, so he gets it. But it turned out that while I was fond of him, he wasn't that fond of me. Not that he disliked me, more that he's narcissistic. Everything that happens is always about him. He doesn't want friends, he wants acolytes.
In the end one stops bothering, you know. Someone you cared for drifts away, and you try, again and again to draw him back and one day you just stop. Qu'il s'en aille! Why wear your heart out caring? Move on.
Yet I still miss what I thought I had.
Labels:
French,
friendship,
melancholy,
real friends
Friday, December 5, 2014
Turgid
I haven't written for so long that when I began writing again a couple of days ago, I found that I had lost the knack. What I wrote was turgid and stagy. And whereas I had been able to write easily and fluently before, now it was an effort to produce even a few hundred words.
I've been finding it harder and harder to write ever since the whole Henrik dėbâcle. I used to believe that even though there were some bastards out there, fundamentally mankind was good, and that men could love and cherish each other selflessly. And now I don't.
Ah well, I'll try again today. Though to be sure, I am so tired I often fall asleep on the train.
I've been finding it harder and harder to write ever since the whole Henrik dėbâcle. I used to believe that even though there were some bastards out there, fundamentally mankind was good, and that men could love and cherish each other selflessly. And now I don't.
Ah well, I'll try again today. Though to be sure, I am so tired I often fall asleep on the train.
Labels:
friendship,
gay,
Henrik,
my writing,
true love,
trust
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Forgotten?
Labels:
anger,
bitter,
friendship,
grief,
Henrik,
loss,
memories,
regret,
resentment,
sorrow
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Why Friends Can Make Men Live Longer
An intriguing article
A single good friend can make as much as a 10-year difference in life expectancy.
I first heard about the male deficit model, the sociological theory that men are lousy at friendship, a few months after my friend Matt moved to Seattle.
The male deficit model holds that men tend to drift apart whenever the activity they share ends. Matt and I, for instance, spent hours and hours surfing together in San Francisco. But then I became a father and no longer had much time to spend in the water, and we began to see less of each other. Our friendship rekindled only after Matt and his wife bought a fixer-upper in my neighbourhood, and we had a blast demolishing the walls of his old kitchen. Then, when he had a kid, we’d push our strollers around the neighbourhood.
I thought it was a great friendship, if I thought about it at all. But then Matt’s wife, Jodi, accepted a job offer in Seattle. Matt and I told ourselves nothing would change. Jodi and Liz even arranged a surprise ‘‘bromantic’’ (their word) surf trip to Baja that winter. When Liz told me, I had to laugh: it was like Matt and I were little boys, depending on our mums to plan a play date.
But then, in perfect accordance with the male deficit model, reality set in. First, Matt cancelled our farewell beers-and-barbecue session; he was too busy packing. Then, a month after the move, Matt came back to town on a three-day work trip but was too busy to drop by. A month later, he came down for a friend’s 50th birthday party, and I saw him for all of 10 minutes - at the party.
Feeling stung and sensing our friendship was toast, I told Liz I was thinking about cancelling the Baja trip.
The male deficit model is based on 30 years of research into friendship and relationships - most of which shows that male friendships are less intimate, more competitive, and less satisfying than female ones. ‘‘The older we get, the more we accept our essential friendlessness,’’ writes psychologist Stuart Miller in Men and Friendship.
So your social life could be better. Big deal, right? Actually, it’s a bigger deal than you might know.
That’s because nearly all research into healthy aging has found that the key to a long, happy life is not diet or exercise but strong social connections - that is, friendships. Loneliness accelerates age-related declines in cognition and motor function, while a single good friend has been shown to make as much as a 10-year difference in overall life expectancy. A huge meta-study performed in part at Brigham Young University, which reviewed 148 studies with a combined 308,849 subject participants, found that loneliness is just as harmful to health as not exercising, smoking 15 cigarettes a day, and alcoholism, and fully twice as bad as being obese. Still more startling is a 2010 study published in the Journal of Clinical Oncology that looked at 2230 cancer patients in China. Social wellbeing, including friendship, turned out to be the number one predictor of survival.
Some of this stems from the fact that isolated people tend to exercise less, eat poorly, and drink too much. But some researchers believe that loneliness has a negative health impact all on its own. In numerous studies over the past 30 years, John Cacioppo, a professor of psychology at the University of Chicago and the pioneer of the biological study of loneliness, has found that lonely people have chronically elevated levels of the stress and fear hormones cortisol and epinephrine. In a 2007 paper published in Genome Biology, he even demonstrated a correlation between loneliness and the activity of certain genes associated with systemic inflammation, elevating risk for viral invasion and cardiovascular disease.
And yet the capacity of men to combat loneliness - and improve their health - by building strong friendships seems to be steadily eroding. Cambridge professors Jacqueline Olds and Richard Schwartz, writing in The Lonely American: Drifting Apart in the Twenty-First Century, point to a current tendency among adults to build stronger, more intimate marriages at the expense of almost all other social connections. In a study of contemporary childcare arrangements, they found a deep sense of loneliness among many parents, especially men. ‘‘Almost every father we spoke with explained that he had lost contact with most of his male friends,’’ they write. And lest you believe family is company enough, the 2005 Australian Longitudinal Study of Ageing showed that family relationships have almost no impact on longevity. Friendships, by contrast, boosted life span as much as 22 per cent.
And don’t think you’re immune because of the great relationship you have with your wife. A team of researchers from around the world analysed a vast mobile phone database - 2 billion calls and 500 million text messages - and found that by the time married women hit 45 or so, they demote their husbands from first to second place among their most important relationships, typically in favour of a daughter or a younger female friend. It turns out our wives are going to dump us without even leaving the marriage.
Read more here
See also Straight Guys Loving
Read more here
See also Straight Guys Loving
Labels:
friends,
friendship,
loneliness
Monday, April 21, 2014
Friendship

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival." - C. S. Lewis
Labels:
friends,
friendship
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Une Grande Passion
Some talk of la grande passion, and I'd be the first to acknowledge deep love is real and wonderful. But sometimes it is just friendship and lust, not grand, not earth-shaking, but still lovely. Too many ppl today are lonely. And maybe you get une grande passion just once in your life. After that it's something gentler and perhaps, because it's not based on chemical and electrical attractions, truer. To desire is la condition humaine, to makes friends as human as the thumb (yep, I know apes have thumbs too, and they make friends with their own kind just as we do)
It's only because of generations of religious hostility to same sex love that the obvious still escapes us.
It's only because of generations of religious hostility to same sex love that the obvious still escapes us.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Friend
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| Mates -- Alex Cunha, Nils Butler and Marlon Teixeira |
We don't have enough words to convey and describe the subtle gradations between someone you barely know on Facebook, who is your "friend", and someone whom you would trust your life with.
For me, a friend is someone I love, and who loves me. I'm not talking about sex or desire -- too often "intimate" is a euphemism for fucking. Intimacy is something you have with real friends. A friend is someone I trust in important things. But most of all, a friend is someone I can be myself with, someone I don't have to pretend with. They love me in spite of me. With them, I don't have to drag out my Mr Jolly persona. If I am taciturn, well, I don't have to bother to chat mindlessly. And so on.
Most people don't see friends in this way. "How to choose friends for success". "How to get better friends" As if they were accessories. You know, a good handbag or elegant shoes or a super haircut. Using each other.
We are programmed both to love and to want sex, and sometimes these needs conflict. But as I get older, it becomes more and more clear to me that love is what matters. Without it we shrivel. We can, if we have to, provide ourselves with all the sex we need, if we are truly talking just about sex and not about the bond that sex often builds between people, a bond which justifies the word "love". But we can't manufacture or buy love.
Meh. It's late (for me), I'm dead tired and worn, and I'm not thinking too well. I'm off to bed.
Labels:
Alex Cunha,
friendship,
loneliness,
loss,
Marlon Teixeira,
Nils Butler,
old friends,
regret
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Affection
"Our affection for others is the one thing that is an infinite resource. We can never care too much, or for too many."
Charles de Lint
Charles de Lint
Labels:
affection,
amitié amoureuse,
Charles de Lint,
friendship,
good writing,
love
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Drives
We humans have lots of drives and needs: shelter, food, warmth, among others. But for the most part, in Western countries, these needs are satisfied, and we are left with our unsatisfied needs/drives: love, companionship, and sex. Oddly enough, though Western capitalism feeds and clothes and warms us, providing (again, for the most part) for our physical needs, it's not very good at filling our emotional needs.
We are lonely and alone. We are, most of us, atomistic nothings in giant cities, so big we can never know them fully, so populous we can never get to know everybody. 24% of households have just one person in them. No wonder so many people have pets!
Suicide in Oz killed 2,272 people in 2011. And that's those acknowledged as suicide. Many "single vehicle" accidents, especially in the bush, are disguised suicides. Interestingly, only 1,277 ppl died in motor vehicle accidents in 2011, only half the official toll from suicide. Drug-related deaths totalled 1388. Some of these are surely slow-burning suicides. Note, as an aside, how many resources are deployed to combat road deaths and how few to stop the more numerous suicides and drug deaths.
Ironically, the biggest killer by far is the different forms of heart disease: 26,613 in 2011. Another 32, 525 die from strokes, prostate cancer, dementia etc, all of which are primarily environment-related. The excessive prosperity of our system leads to overeating and especially overeating easily prepared and readily available food ("junk food"). Two thirds of Ozzies are obese, double the ratio of 20 years ago.
Just to put it all into perspective, only a little over 200 people a years are murdered.
Our civilisation, then, overfeeds us. And it's killing us.
How much eating is "comfort food"?
A huge amount of mine is, I know. We hunger for love and affection; for sexual love, not random encounters; for meaning. And meaning comes from loving and being loved.
Yet, in a way, the need for sex and the need for love are sometimes opposed. A man may dearly love his current partner, yet lust after others. If he satisfies that lust he may destroy the relationship with the person he really loves. But the need for sex, for "hotness" is very powerful. We humans like sex, we want more of it, at some deep level within us it fulfills our needs. But we also deeply want to be loved and to love.
Our culture struggles with these often irreconcilable needs. We deplore it when famous or wealthy or powerful men break their marriage vows. Yet so many keep on doing it. Why?
What we need is less food, less consumption, and more friendship, love and sex.
[ Some previous thoughts on all this:
Our Cheatin' Hearts
Normal Plus
Friends
Friends and Enemas ]
Sources:
All deaths
Road deaths
Drug deaths
Obesity in Australia
Sex at Dawn
We are lonely and alone. We are, most of us, atomistic nothings in giant cities, so big we can never know them fully, so populous we can never get to know everybody. 24% of households have just one person in them. No wonder so many people have pets!
Suicide in Oz killed 2,272 people in 2011. And that's those acknowledged as suicide. Many "single vehicle" accidents, especially in the bush, are disguised suicides. Interestingly, only 1,277 ppl died in motor vehicle accidents in 2011, only half the official toll from suicide. Drug-related deaths totalled 1388. Some of these are surely slow-burning suicides. Note, as an aside, how many resources are deployed to combat road deaths and how few to stop the more numerous suicides and drug deaths.
Ironically, the biggest killer by far is the different forms of heart disease: 26,613 in 2011. Another 32, 525 die from strokes, prostate cancer, dementia etc, all of which are primarily environment-related. The excessive prosperity of our system leads to overeating and especially overeating easily prepared and readily available food ("junk food"). Two thirds of Ozzies are obese, double the ratio of 20 years ago.
Just to put it all into perspective, only a little over 200 people a years are murdered.
Our civilisation, then, overfeeds us. And it's killing us.
How much eating is "comfort food"?
A huge amount of mine is, I know. We hunger for love and affection; for sexual love, not random encounters; for meaning. And meaning comes from loving and being loved.
Yet, in a way, the need for sex and the need for love are sometimes opposed. A man may dearly love his current partner, yet lust after others. If he satisfies that lust he may destroy the relationship with the person he really loves. But the need for sex, for "hotness" is very powerful. We humans like sex, we want more of it, at some deep level within us it fulfills our needs. But we also deeply want to be loved and to love.
Our culture struggles with these often irreconcilable needs. We deplore it when famous or wealthy or powerful men break their marriage vows. Yet so many keep on doing it. Why?
What we need is less food, less consumption, and more friendship, love and sex.
[ Some previous thoughts on all this:
Our Cheatin' Hearts
Normal Plus
Friends
Friends and Enemas ]
Sources:
All deaths
Road deaths
Drug deaths
Obesity in Australia
Sex at Dawn
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Omnia vincit amor
The world is full of sorrows. Ppl -- and dogs -- you love die. Friends stop being friends. You fail to do all the things you hoped to do. But, somehow, if you love and are loved, it's bearable, sometimes even wonderful. Omnia vincit amor. Love conquers all. Them Romans knew a thing or two.
Labels:
death,
friends with benefits,
friendship,
grief,
loneliness,
loss,
love,
old friends
Friday, February 1, 2013
Au bout d'un café ...
Labels:
amitié amoureuse,
friendship,
loneliness,
loss,
nostalgia
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Mates
Labels:
amitié amoureuse,
friends with benefits,
friendship,
I loves ya,
love
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Love one another
Christmas day here in Oz. Not too hot, a little cloudy but the forecast from the Met is that it'll clear up later. I'm going to drive across the city to fetch my daughter and her guy later -- they're having lunch with his family and dinner with us. Present giving later today. No turkey or ham, we're veggies, but we'll have our traditional almond loaf with pineapple slices, plus roast potatoes, peas, roast pumpkin etc. My lady has made a very rich and quite delicious gluten-free Xmas cake for afters (my daughter and I are wheat intolerant, so we can't eat wheat and we won't eat meat -- makes life awkward) and we have custard and cream and brandy to go with it. I shall gain 2 kilos. Sigh.
This coming year I'm going to try and be a better person, less bitter, more organised. I'm going to keep on counting my blessings: my lady; my kids; my job (I get paid half of nothing but it could be worse!); my garden; my passable health; all of youse. I plan on losing another 10 kilos this year, and starting working out again. Going to keep up with the Spanish and drawing, start playing music again, now that the garage conversion is complete and I have space for the piano/clarinet/sax/guitar and all the music scripts and a place to practise. (As you can see, I am the Prince of Good Intentions)
And I hope all of you have a beaut 2013. I know that some of you have been in pain this year, and I hope you find solace; some have been lonely, and I hope you find friends; some have been poor, and I hope that changes.
As they say in SA: Ek wens julle almal 'n gelukkige Kersfees en 'n voorspoedige nuwe jaar. I wish you all a happy Christmas and a prosperous new year. Where prosperity is broadly defined: love, friendship, companionship, enough money for food and wine which gladdens the heart and a life full of meaning and satisfaction.
Hugs to you all.
Labels:
forgiveness,
friendship,
I loves ya,
love,
pain,
true Christians
Monday, December 24, 2012
Friendship, trust and love
The map on the wall of the tube train is of the Moscow Underground.
This is a society where the newly triumphant Russian Orthodox Church fuels a constant feed of homophobia.
I'm sure they're not gay. But I'm also sure that in their way, they love each other.
"Love seeketh not itself to please ..."
This is a society where the newly triumphant Russian Orthodox Church fuels a constant feed of homophobia.
I'm sure they're not gay. But I'm also sure that in their way, they love each other.
"Love seeketh not itself to please ..."
Labels:
friends,
friendship,
I loves ya,
love,
Russian,
soldiers,
straight
Monday, November 19, 2012
Cuddling
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| From the Guys Cuddling blog |
So we turn aside loving. It's not manly enough, we think. But it is. And it's good. And we would all be happier for it.
Labels:
friendship,
guys cuddling,
male bonding,
male intimacy,
maleness
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