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The aim of all mystical eroticism is to create unity from duality. Krishna, like Dionysus, is a god of transgression, and his divinity is all the more numinous and potent because he rejects the rule of reason...Krishna is divine in proportion to his superiority as a great lover...In ancient times, worshippers were encouraged to commit excesses during festivals as the surest way to achieve catharsis, ecstasy, the purging climax of the orgiastic feast, the surmounting of duality...Transfiguring ecstasy was believed more easily obtainable through adulterous, abnormal, or incestuous intercourse, an "acte gratuit" in which the least concern with utility is finally obliterated, time suspended, death overcome. For this reason, it is not surprising to find what some would call "unnatural acts" frequently portrayed on the erotic temple friezes.
-- Richard Lannoy, The Speaking Tree
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Midsummer used to be a fire festival. They light the bonfires on midsummer eve and burn them through June 24th, Midsummer Day. Maybe they thought they could prop up the sun in his luminary ride. hold him in the heavens at his peak. It was a night of visions and strange dreams. A night of lawlessness, for the Corn King, the Green Man, could copulate with whomsoever he pleased. For a spell, time stopped. At the moment of decline, accelerate. Call it a wild perversity or a wild optimism, but they were right, our ancestors, to celebrate what they feared. What I fear I avoid. What I fear I pretend does not exist. What I fear is quietly killing me. Would that there were a festival for my fears, a ritual burning of what is coward in me, what is lost in me. Let the light in before it is too late.
-- Jeanette Winterston
Seeing "Show hard-on for blowjob"
written above the urinal
in highway rest-stop restroom,
I think how many times in my life
in restrooms at rest-stops,
libraries, universities,
parks, bus stations
I've seen "show hard-on for blowjob" --
Archetypal universal graffiti
as much part of every public restroom
as toilets and toiletpaper,
state to state, country to country.
Why? Because just as the joy of pissing when high
under scintillating starrynightsky
passes from generation to generation
so the mystery and excitement
of being a young horny guy
who likes to jack off every day
and never had a blowjob
to see "Show hard-on for blowjob"
and think all I have to do
is turn and show my erection
and the fellow who's taking
so long to piss next to me
giving me sidelong glances
will favor me with his mouth
so far down on my boner
my balls look like a
double bubble-gum bubble
blown from his lips?
And I'm not even gay, the college student thinks
on his way home for Thanksgiving
as his cock gets hungrily sucked
long after midnight
at the lonely rest-stop
in the middle of nowhere
And I'm not even gay he thinks
as he cries out ejaculating
a gigantic load
into the tender stranger's mouth
who after swallowing twice
gags and come squirts
all over his face.
Yeah, gay boys and men who write graffiti know
the power "Show hard-on for blowjob" has
on heterosexual young men.
Who cares about homosexual dickmeat
when you can swing on a heterosexual cock
that not only never got a blowjob
but was made hard by "Show hard for blowjob"
and turned helpless, shameful, eager
to show a clean and magnificent erection
ready to be sucked off.
-- Antler
"Where Seed Falls"
Stalking.
The neighborhood is dangerous
but we go there.
We walk the long way.
Our jangling keys
mute the sound of our stalking.
To be under the sky, above
or below a man.
This is our heat.
radiant in the night.
Our hands blister with semen.
A field of flowers blossoms
where we gather
in empty warehouses.
Our seed falls
without the sound or
grace of stars.
We lurk in shadows.
We are the hunger of shadows.
In the dark
we don't have to say
I love you.
The dark swallows it
and sighs like we sigh,
when we rise
from our knees.
-- Essex Hemphill
Why is sex supposed to be invisible? Other pleasurable acts or acts of communication are routinely performed in public -- eating, drinking, talking, watching movies, writing letters, studying or teaching, telling jokes and laughing, appreciating fine art. Is sex so deadly, hateful, and horrific that we can't permit it to be seen? Are naked bodies so ugly or so shameful that we can't survive the sight of bare tushes or genitals without withering away?
My own experiences with public sex have been instructive and liberating. I've been going to sex parties for five or six years now, and I've seen the complete range of naked male and female bodies. I no longer find nudity frightening or repulsive (nor has my erotic response to partially clothed or unclothed people disappeared). Instead I have become much more accepting of my own unadorned, vulnerable, imperfect flesh. I no longer postpone pleasure until the day when I will be thinner, more muscular, and physically perfect, nor do I torment my partners with this silly snobbery.
Seeing other people having sex is reassuring and enlightening. It calmed the panic I've been carrying around ever since I first heard my parents fucking and thought they must be murdering each other. I like the way other people look when they're getting turned on or coming. That means I must look good, too. That means it's okay for me to relax and let myself enjoy my body. Watching gay men, heterosexual couples, lesbians, and clusters of people of various genders getting off together has taught me more about sexual technique than any sex manual. It's a direct and easy way to learn about sexuality, and I wish it were more accessible, especially to women.
-- Pat Califia
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