I received a most peculiar call this morning, from a guy in Tel Aviv who, while searching for pictures of the bear porn überstar Jack Radcliffe, somehow came across me and decided that I was the one for him. Jack Radcliffe… or me? I’d go with Jack, honey.
I told my other middle eastern admirer, who was rather ruffled by the perceived competition. So I go for months without a date, and suddenly my love life is the cause of a new conflict in the Middle East. If only the other conflicts there could be solved with copious amounts of sex.
And speaking of copious amounts of sex, check out Jacques Nolot’s Porn Theater, an amazing film that I saw with Dean Smith the other night. Inside the theater, the camera, from the perspective of the screen, slowly pans back and forth, providing glimpses of these often wordless seductions between the men in the theater and the drag queens who circle endlessly around the auditorium. Outside the theater, another kind of seduction is going on between the middle-aged female cashier who’s seen it all, the young projectionist, and an older gay man who alternates between engaging with them and the men inside. So you see people connecting sexually on the inside of the theater through a very specific pared-down almost theatrical and very graphic interaction, then you see the three at the box office connecting in a different way, deeply, through language and the intimacy of shared experience. The film ends with the three walking away together for a drink, but we know they’re going to end up sharing more, the perfect ending to this X-rated fairy tale.