Let Me Clarify

Your Head Trucker is nothing if not outspoken, so let me clarify what I was trying to say about the now-cancelled "pig sex orgy" at the Doubletree Hotel in D.C. It's my blog, after all, and if you don't agree, well that's just tough, go get your own soapbox.

The more I reflect on it, the more I think this was a real asshole of an idea.

Any other week of the year, nobody would have paid any attention. But no, the organizers had to hold it during the Inaugural festivities, bringing attention to themselves and by extension to the whole gay community.

This isn't just a convention of leathermen. It's an all-out, no-holds-barred sex party, and the nastiest kind of sex. Oh swell, just fucking great, guys. That's exactly what half the population thinks all us gays are all about, all the time: a penis in a dirty hole. Or worse.

I been around long enough to know just what kind of guys go to that kind of party. Party boys: pretty enough or hung enough to make it past the velvet rope at the door; arrogant; narcissistic; don't-give-a-damn; the guys who have all their brains in their little head, and are proud of it.

Regardless of age, they are little boys who just can't say no. To a hot trick. Or to themselves.

And who, underneath the big, butch facade, are at heart deeply insecure about their own worth. Unable to live without the constant reinforcement and validation of sex. Preferably with strangers or "fresh meat" because God forbid they should ever feel a real, totally unselfish emotion for another human being. They are their dicks.

As I said before, I don't much care what people do with each other if everybody's having a good time and nobody hurt. But holding this event at a major hotel in the public conference rooms is totally inappropriate. And it brings hostility and shame on the rest of the gay community by doing it at a time when the nation's attention is focused on a new beginning.

Oh and don't think this is sour grapes. Trust me, I could probly get through the door all right if I had a mind to, and somewhere in the back of my closet is more than enough leather gear to dress to impress. Been there, done that. Found out what it was all about years ago, and not impressed a bit.

That kind of stupid, self-absorbed, mindless and utterly self-centered sex is not what I'm about, and not what I'm fighting for. There is much more to life, even gay life, than getting your rocks off any nasty way you can. But those guys don't get it. And never will.

Meanwhile, they just make it that much harder for the rest of us to make progress towards equal respect and dignity with the straight people. Thanks a lot, guys, you're a big damn help.

Inaugural Pig Party Axed

Joe.My.God. has been reporting, with no little indignation, the cancellation of the "Obama Inaugural Pig Sex Orgy" at the Doubletree Hotel in D.C. tonight, held in conjunction with Mid-Atlantic Leather's conference there. According to reports, the orgy was to have been held in three conference rooms on the second floor of the hotel, and would have included a bondage cross along with flogging and rimming stations, plus a live DJ "so you can fuck to the beat." Spectators and ugly guys not allowed.

Well, Truckbuddies, what do you think about that? Is a hotel conference room the right place to be having a semi-public sex party, including fisting, pissing and who knows what else?

I don't really care what consenting adults do behind closed doors at home. But I have to tell ya, this is the kind of thing that's pretty hard to justify when talking to my straight friends and family about gay rights, the right to marry or serve in the military, and the equal respect and dignity of the laws.

Should sex parties be banned by law from public-use areas like hotel conference rooms? What do you say?

Sign of the Times

Today's essential addition to the leather-and-chains look:

But where the hell does he keep it?

(Honk to Ray's Cowboy)

P.S. - Anybody know who this fucker is? Looks like the same guy in the porn poster in background. Hot face, hot bod, and a big tool. Some guys have all the luck.