It’s interesting that gays once had to resort to a secret language known as “Polari” in order to communicate their sexuality with others without being detected.

Now you just walk up and grab someone’s junk.

Prepping – does anyone have any good recs on prepping and almost always being ready to give your pussy up? Either fiber intake supplements or douching or something? I feel like it normally takes me a long time.

i usually try to have my last meal 3 hours before douching in order to have my belly empty again, but it clearly depends on every body. try to do it with 3, then go to the toilet, then douch, the douching should be clear within 5 minutes usually.

With douching i usually cound to 5 while putting in the water, then count again to 5 while keeping it in, then push it out till it runds clear.

i also try to eat some greens with my food the same day.

this should cover you for the whole night. it it takes longer i take a suplement like imodium to be clean till the next lunch time 🙂

if you need more advice or tips, text me and we can discuss it (by @kamuj)

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The silent war film WINGS (1927) was the very first film to win the Oscar for Best Picture. It was revolutionary in many ways, inventing new camera angles and its eye-popping length of over two hours.

But the film is also a landmark in gay cinema because it featured the first kiss between two Men.

No matter how society tries, they’ll never manage to erase gay contributions to art, culture, and our understanding of hierarchy!

Yesterday I had an incoherent conversation with an idiot who was trying to tell me that he didn’t think people were born gay, but he also didn’t think they chose it either.

Look, people are born gay. Whether or not that is a result of imperfection in some way is another discussion … but they’re born gay.

Hi Sam, listen have you heard about this new show? I started watching it at the bar with some straight friends and everyone was all for it but then I have some friends who’ve been asking me questions afterwards like you know is it just like that when you fuck a guy, is it just like that when you suck a dick and I tell them no but it’s a good imitation in a way. I got shut off by a straight guy in a club. Didn’t even know him all he saw was me stroking it and he crawled over and he sucked it.

Anyway, I’m getting off topic my question is do you think this is now starting to make straight guys realize that having sex with a gay guy is a lot more fun or are they just really curious?

Thanks for the question!

I think we are seeing an tidal shift in how straight Men react to and interact with homosexuality and their own lustful interests in it. To straight Men it appears that “the gays” have the kind of primal, unrestrained sex that most of them cannot get with women. In fact, I think that has always been the motivator for straight Men to seek out and use faggots.

But the tidal shift has become more pronounced thanks to the internet and the proliferation of sites like this one. It’s spread like a virus, altering every form of media. The latest sensational manifestation of this is the new gay porn series “Heated Rivalry” (and yeah, we might as well call it porn). I’ve been shocked at the number of straight guys watching the show and commenting on it. Hell, it was even featured on Saturday Night Live last weekend.

I think we’re going to see more and more straight Men (particularly young Men) seeking out some sort of side thing with gays and faggots going forward.

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I get a fair number of questions regarding anal tips and tricks. Most of my regimen involves keeping my pussy as tight and as clean as possible (through Kegel exercises, grooming, diet, and douching).

However, many fag brothers struggle with having pussies so tight that sex is almost torture.

Ordinarily, I’d recommend a buttplug system or The Chopstick Method pioneered by CagedJock. In fact, I recently recommended that to a reader.

But now I’m changing some of that. I believe all faggots should be using anal dilators. First invented as a medical device, these dilators solve a big problem for bottoms using traditional buttplugs: the buttplug doesn’t work to loosen both sets of muscle groups inside a fag’s pussy.

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These anal dilators aren’t necessarily cheap (as they are medical-grade devices), but Amazon has one under $50. I’ve included a link below.

I do think this is a game-changer for many of you currently struggling to handle larger cocks.

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a young Mexican Alpha named Master Jose. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

Ever since I had the revelation about Alpha hierarchy, the preponderance of the evidence has pointed to exactly how right I was about it. Adding the upper levels of Alpha hierarchy (God and Apex) has given so much flexibility to describe what happens between Alphas naturally.

Now, I’ve never insisted that my Alpha hierarchy diagram was perfect or that it was too rigid to be altered. I simply think it provides the framework for organizing it and shaping it. Thus far, I haven’t seen anything that comes closer to the real truth, though.

This is especially borne out by Master Lorenzo’s breeding of lesser Alphas like Master Jose. He followed the pattern predicted by my model, growing more powerful when being bred by a truly more powerful Alphas. We’ve also seen this between Master Chad and some of the lesser Alphas on Master Dino’s island.

However, there has been a recent development that has proven to be a bit of a “fly in the ointment” when it comes to my Alpha hierarchy: Master Lorenzo’s recent acquisition of Mario, a FTM transsexual who claims (in word and deed) to be Master Lorenzo’s equal.

Of course, I scoffed at such a notion. Master Lorenzo simply doesn’t have an equal among Men, let alone genetic females who are remaking themselves into male facsimiles.

Now Master Jose has written to me about Mario and Master Lorenzo’s view of the matter:

Hola Sam, this is José from Mexico. Master Lorenzo’s Alpha brother. I want to thank you for recently sharing that post about Alphas who submit to other Alphas. I am so tired of having my Alphahood questioned for weak fags. I really don’t care about what they think but some of them stop serving me when they find out what Lorenzo has done (and will do many times) with me. It sucks. Most fags cannot understand that I am an Alpha but Lorenzk is a GOD ALPHA among Men, he is incredible in everything he does.

I have even tried bottoming for another guy here in Mexico and you know what? I hate it, it felt wrong and pathetic. For Lorenzo, however, I will always ride his cock because that’s the right thing to do.

We talk almost every day and his next goal for 2026 is having Mario, Gio, Rafa, and I together. He wants to fuck me while I fuck Mario. And by the way, we had a conversation about places in hierarchy. Of course I am below him, but when I told him that Mario is below me, he said “not necessarily”. When I said that Men without a cock are not in the same level as me, he said that he breeds both of us so Mario and I are all the same for him.

I think these labels are details at the end of the day, but am I a transphobic for seeing Mario closer to Gio then to me in the hierarchy? I’d love to know your thoughts about it

Anyway, I just want to thank you for emphasizing the truth about hierarchy among Alphas, and tell the fags that I will keep fucking them and Lorenzo will keep breeding me. And there’s nothing they can do to change this.

You can see the conundrum Mario’s presence causes, right?

First of all, I do understand Master Lorenzo’s perspective. Master Lorenzo is a God Alpha, so everyone seems the same to him from his vantage point. After all, there could be two different types of ants on the ground, but from the view of a Men, they look exactly the same.

But unfortunately I tend to agree with Master Jose on this. Genetic females will never equal the power and authority of a Man, let alone an Alpha. I view Mario as being below Master Jose for that reason as well.

To me, Mario sounds like a bossy bottom, a mouthy, self-righteous fuck-hole who needs an adjustment.

Of course, I’ve been described like that, too. 😜 Here’s the difference, though: I know I’m not a Man, nor do I pretend to be. And I am also more than willing to be corrected. I don’t see the same understanding in Mario.

Most aspects of our lives in the West have been affected in ways large and small by the transgender issue. It’s caused massive destruction to American political debate, although that’s more a product of Trump’s perpetual outrage machine.

But hierarchy is everlasting. Its rules aren’t meant to be bent simply because genetic women can now be called male.

So, in my opinion, Master Lorenzo is a God Alpha, Master Jose is an Apex Alpha, and Mario is AT BEST a pre-Alpha.

Thank you, Master Jose!

This is the type of faggot I cannot fucking stand.

Any gay male who voted for Trump AGAINST THEIR OWN INTERESTS should be castigated just as this queer is here.

This video only justifies gay bashing. The gays of Stonewall didn’t fight for this idiot.

The story above shouldn’t surprise anybody who understands hierarchy. This white male slave owner was discovered having sex with three black Alpha slaves by his suspicious wife.

Black slaves were often used this way because the situations were largely under control by both circumstances and the times.

These revelations show that white people of that time period recognized the superiority of black people (and strong black Alphas) despite the cruel and dehumanizing circumstances they forced upon them.

“Man has dominated Man to his injury” says the Bible, but through that domination we see a clarification of superiority and truth. This white faggot slave owner was revealed for what he was, and the strength of black Alphas was reinforced.

This guy seems to have inside information about tough-guy action star Vin Diesel. Namely that, despite being married to a woman and surrounded by beautiful women, he’s actually gay (or at least likes guys sexually).

The long-running rumor is true!

The only question is this: is he an Alpha, or a faggot?

In 1980 the film CAN’T STOP THE MUSIC was released to capitalize on the already dying disco craze and the campiness of The Village People.

It’s rightly considered one of the worst films of all time, but still not as bad as bloated pig carcass Trump “dancing” to this song.

The film also featured an unwanted cameo by then-male Olympic medal winner Bruce Jenner (in a half shirt) that generates all sorts of hate given the bitch’s attacks on gays these days.

It’s incredible that this abomination didn’t set back gay rights many decades.

This was a sad-but-familiar story I found on Facebook and reproduced it here for posterity. It’s a real-life BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN in some respects, and just as haunting.

They loved each other for decades, captured it all on film, and then had to pretend they were just friends.

In a small Canadian town called Havelock—the kind of place where everyone knows your name and your business—two men built a life together that couldn’t be spoken aloud.
Len Keith came from money. His father was a successful businessman, and Len himself served in World War I before returning home to open a garage in the 1920s. He was respectable, industrious, the kind of man small towns celebrate. He was also in love with another man.

Joseph “Cub” Coates came from humbler roots. He was a harness racing driver with rough hands and a quiet presence, a fellow war veteran trying to make his way. What he lacked in privilege, he made up for in heart.

And somehow, in a world that could destroy them for it, they found each other.

Len had a camera. In the 1920s and ’30s, he took photographs—not the formal, stiff portraits common to the era, but candid shots that captured something more. Two men standing close, bodies relaxed in each other’s presence. Two men who looked at each other the way people look at home.

These weren’t accidental photos. They were deliberate acts of documentation, quiet rebellions against erasure. In a time when being gay could cost you your job, your home, your freedom, even your life, Len was creating evidence that they existed. That what they had was real.

They couldn’t have the things other couples took for granted. No mortgage in both names. No wedding. No public acknowledgment. Just stolen moments and a small town that couldn’t know the truth.

Because the truth was dangerous.

Sometime in the 1930s or 1940s, suspicion grew too loud. Len was forced to leave Havelock. The photographs stop. The story fractures.

By 1940, Cub married a woman.

We’ll never know how much of that was survival instinct, and how much was a heart forced to move on. What we do know is this: their friend John Corey kept the photographs. He called them boyfriends. And decades later, he donated those images to the Archives of Ontario, ensuring that Len and Cub wouldn’t be forgotten.

Those black-and-white snapshots are now some of the rare surviving evidence of queer love in early 20th-century Canada. They show us men who loved each other when loving each other was criminal. Men who found joy in the margins. Men who deserved the world but got only what they could hide.

In 2022, researchers Meredith J. Batt and Dusty Green published Len and Cub: A Queer History (Goose Lane Editions), piecing together their story from photographs, records, and the fragments history left behind. It’s a book about love, yes—but also about loss, erasure, and the quiet bravery of living authentically when the world demands you disappear.

Len and Cub never got to grow old together publicly. They never got matching monogrammed towels or a dog or a front porch where neighbors waved. They got secrecy, separation, and silence.

But they also got something powerful: each other, for as long as they could.

And now, because someone cared enough to preserve their story, they get to be remembered—not as rumors or footnotes, but as what they were.

Two men who loved each other. Two men who mattered.

Their story reminds us that queer people have always existed, have always loved, have always fought to carve out space for joy even when the world offered only shame. And it reminds us that every photograph, every letter, every scrap of evidence we preserve is an act of resistance against forgetting.

Len and Cub deserved better than the world gave them.

But at least now, they have this: their story, told in full. Their love, finally spoken aloud.

😔

It’s hard to describe let alone quantify the cultural impact of a little B-movie titled THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW in 1975. Until that point, Western culture was still trying to wrestle its way out of the stiff, stodgy doldrums of the fifties and sixties, and new movements in civil rights and women’s rights were were rocking deeply embedded foundations on both sides of the Atlantic.

But the last remaining social barrier – sexuality – was still mired in old-fashioned ideas. Then TRHPS erupted like a technicolor volcano that dressed like a whore and played insanely-catchy rock music, and sexual identity would never be the same.

The film’s lasting influence comes almost entirely from Tim Curry’s jaw-dropping performance as Dr. Frank-n-Furter, a self-proclaimed “sweet transvestite from Transsexual, Transylvania.” Curry, decked out in drag queen makeup he invented for the part and his malevolent sneer, was brash, playful, and the instant epitome of sexual charisma.

I consider his first appearance onscreen to be one of the greatest entrances in movie history:

The film was made on a shoestring budget with nothing more than Curry, some brilliant songs by writer Richard O’Brien, and lots of risqué innuendo, but it has continued to transfix and influence generations for the 50 years since it was released.

Now a long-deserved official documentary will be arriving in theaters on October 3, 2025. And you can bet your hot patootie I’ll be there Opening Night, toast and rice at the ready!

I was born in 1978, so my entire conscious life as a homosexual and a faggot has been lived under the spectre of HIV and AIDS. It’s hard to explain to younger people what that has been like. Yes, technically they have had to deal with that as well, but to them HIV is a chronic and manageable illness thanks to the incredible medicines introduced in 1996.

But it was an absolute death sentence before 1996.

Back then, death came at diagnosis. The ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, Back then, death came at diagnosis; the ostracism of terrified healthy people with their hatred and judgements made life almost unlivable before the disease actually took them. Then came the wave of opportunistic diseases as their immune systems collapsed, frightening and sometimes disfiguring conditions with terrifying names like toxoplasmosis, Kaposi’s sarcoma, candidiasis, or Pneumocystis pneumonia that would ravage their bodies without relief.

The death of my gay friend Stephen in 1995 from AIDS spurred me to learn much more about the disease than any other HIV- person I knew. For a time I was actively part of a group of famous people known as “AIDS dissidents” who questioned the idea that HIV directly caused AIDS. Of course, my propensity for research-based conclusions eventually led me to fight with these people; In the late nineties I had a vicious back-and-forth with famed writer Celia Farber and her intractable views that science and evidence continually disproved until she finally cut me off. Yeah, I’ve always been a firebrand.

The shadow of HIV/AIDS is a long, cold one that has suffocated at least one entire generation – mine. Yet from that shadow rise voices and examples of those who went to their death struggling to cobble together some amount of dignity as their bodies failed. They wink at us like fireflies in the descending dusk. I thought about them when I was fighting for my life through cancer in 2018, and again though a blood infection of staph in 2020.

Why am I still here, and they are gone?

I feel like a soldier that took the beach in Normandy, only to look around at my friends all blown to pieces or missing limbs and strewn across the bloody sand like refuse. There is gratitude, of course, but also a vacuous void inside me. It’s a hollow victory.

I recently watched a documentary on Pedro Zamora, the beautiful gay boy featured on Season 3 of MTV’s revolutionary “reality” series The Real World in 1994. This particular season was as real as it gets, because Pedro was HIV+ and proudly advocating for knowledge and understanding. I watched that season, and Pedro made an impact on me. To see that bright, adorable young man so bravely stand up for himself during the show, only to fall terribly ill and die a few months later, was impossible to ignore. The memory of that last picture of him, crippled and nearly comatose just a day before his death, still haunts me.

And that’s the perfect word: haunted. My generation of gays is haunted by all of the hollow eyes and piercing cries of those lost to this discriminatory plague. And no matter how long I live here, I will never not hear them or see them.

Which is why I dearly love what Madonna did on her most recent tour. She took her classic “Live To Tell” and used it as a way to pay homage to all of the artists who died of AIDS around her over the course of her long career. The song was not originally about AIDS deaths, but it becomes the only anthem for people like me and Madonna and any others who survived the horror of it all.

DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHERS is a silent German melodramatic film produced during the Weimar Republic. It was first released in 1919 and stars Conrad Veidt and Reinhold Schünzel. It was directed by Richard Oswald, and the story co-written by Oswald and Magnus Hirschfeld, who also had a small part in the film and partially funded the production through his Institute Of Sexual Sciences. The film was intended as a polemic against the then-current laws under Germany’s Paragraph 175, which made homosexuality a criminal offense. It was one of the first sympathetic portrayals of gay men in cinema.

Structured Analysis through the Lens of Hierarchical Sexual Ontology, Violent Truth, and Ritual Use

note: in this review, the author of the reviewed article is referred to as consistent with his self-prescribed place in the hierarchy, without capitalization of his role or name. However, the term “his” at the beginning of sentences has retained the capital H simply to preserve some grammatical consistency, but not to confer on the author any undeserved rank.

I. Introduction: Articulation vs. Integration

boy ben hartman’s A Theory of Faggotry is an elegant and deeply personal articulation of the Submissive and Masochistic Gay Beta Male (SMGB) identity. It blends lived experience with psychological theory, cultural insight, and spiritual framing. The result is a rare attempt to dignify the faggot role — or its softer synonym, SMGB — with language that avoids pathologizing or trivializing the subject.

However, while the text succeeds in defining and affirming the identity it explores, it falls short of fully integrating that identity into a comprehensive ontology of sexual hierarchy. It speaks movingly to the experience of individual faggots, but does not complete the arc: it does not address how the truth of faggotry functions within larger social, metaphysical, or civilizational structures.

More specifically, the text largely avoids the foundational roles that hierarchical violence, ritualized public degradation, and visible, violent sex play in maintaining and transforming sexual orders. Without these elements, the vision remains personal rather than ontological; explanatory rather than structural; therapeutic rather than civilizational.

The critique that follows is structured around five major domains:

1. The strength of the book’s core definitions
2. The limitations of its consent-and-respect framing
3. The absence of ritual violence as a constructive principle
4. The underdeveloped role of public degradation and exposure
5. The need for a vertically stratified metaphysics of faggotry

There’s this new and hilarious song making the rounds on social media, and it’s shocking how good it sounds. Apparently it was made with AI.

When AI starts understanding sarcasm and parody, we’re all in trouble!

Hi brother sam. this faggot was wondering if you had thoughts about the relationship between The Hierachy and the gay/bi traditional leather and BDSM community.

the faggot has tried since it was in its early 20s to connect with these places to try to find the hierarchical connection it knew it needed but it always left so discouraged and confused

All these prissy old men going and on about how things used to be in bars in the 70s and lecturing it about how they should have some role in vetting who is owning and controlling it

All this obsession with textiles of all things, as if leather as a material has anything to do with power or authority or intimidation or fear or violence or control, it’s just a material. i mean i get why bikers and vets in the 70s were Alpha for sure They were, but now? It’s just weird, and they’re so sanctimonious about it

And pretty much every in person space is like this, traditional leather dominated, with some minor adjuncts dedicated to… other textiles, like rubber, which again, what does this have to do with power and authority, or props!

And yeah, the tools for sure are clearly related to authority and control and power and violence. But they’re treated like toys in some kind of game

the faggot just doesn’t get it. it has never felt at home. But it so wants to have and be in a community where it can be its inferior self and be around Superiors openly. And traditional leather just doesn’t feel like it! Or maybe it is and the faggot is just overthinking and being too sensitive? it knows its broken scattered fag brain does that without a Male mind to keep in in order.

it is going to Mid Atlantic Leather or MAL this weekend, which for your readers after International Male Leather IML is the largest gay BDSM event in the US, hoping to have some chances to connect with Men that may want it to serve Them, but it feels unsure how to approach the event and community when there is such a disconnect between how the betas there think about things and the truth of the Hierarchy

the faggot wonders if in your experience and in the huge range of letters and experiences you get from your readers whether you had any perspective or views on how believers in the truth can interact with people in these spaces and get the most out of it to develop their best authentic inferior fag selves

Thank you brother sam i love you

Thank you so much for your letter. Believe me, I share many of your thoughts.

I have ALWAYS felt that the leather scene is idiotic. It’s a bunch of guys wearing gear like costumes and playing roles rather than BEING WHAT THEY ARE. The other part that really bothers me about the leather scene are the Masters/Doms/Daddies in their stupid leather vest harnesses. I my experience, these “Daddies” are extremely gay, almost swishy guys who get stuff shoved up their asses about as much as their bottoms. 

A lot of these creeps come from the corrosive, hedonistic scene of the 70s-90s where there was a lot of drug-induced flip-fucking going on. 

In my view, the leather scene is just like the furries and all of that other stupid role-playing shit. It means nothing, it fulfills nothing of any meaning.

That’s why I teach pure Hierarchy. What I teach is not a game; it’s real life. When people plug into Hierarchy, it changes their lives. No leather costume will ever do that.  

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Hi brother!!
I am 19 and I serve a 33-year-old Master. We live together as husbands, but we are not equals at all. I am totally submissive to him. I love him from the bottom of my heart and wanna serve him more and more.

I am his type (smooth skinny twink) and try my best to be a good faggot for him and look attractive. However, he only uses me sexually twice a week. He usually fucks me on Saturday and Wednesday, sometimes three times a week but never more than that. Is this normal for an Alpha in his 30s? He says I am perfect for him but sometimes I think that I could be better and turn him on more. What do you think? I see some Alphas around my age claiming to fuck their faggots every single day. Is this normal for an Alpha at age 33 to cum only twice a week, or he is probably using other faggots?

Thank you, Sam! I love your website.

Thanks for writing. I’d hate to make any guesses here because I don’t want to create mistrust between you and your Master/husband. I do think it’s unusual that he’s only using you twice a week (on a schedule, even!) when he’s just 33 years old. Alphas in their early thirties are still near the top of their sexual powers, so it’s hard to believe he doesn’t need to empty his balls more often.

Of course, there are other factors to consider. How stressful is his job? Sometimes Alphas with high-stress jobs struggle to get worked up for sex because of the massive amounts of tension in their work life. 

But my gut feeling is he has a faggot(s) on the side he’s using, too. If so, I’m mystified as to why he thinks he needs to hide it from you, his primary faggot. He’s an ALPHA. Not only are they programmed to spread their seed, they have a natural right to use whomever they want. As an Owner of you, a faggot, he should already know that he simply needs to tell you that these are the rules, and you will obey. 

If he is using others, I suppose he’s keeping it from you because he cares about you and doesn’t want to hurt you. However, true faggots are not wired that way. We almost get turned on when our Masters go out and hunt/breed other faggots. It simply verifies in our mind why we serve them in the first place.

I’d like you to show your Master this answer and see what he thinks about what I’ve said. 

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