Republicans crashing GRINDR and Trump’s idiotic dancing to the gay anthem “YMCA” are only the stupid tip of the iceberg with the MAGA Republican Party’s creepy fetishization of hyper-masculine ideals.
I am a fucking faggot and I don’t hyperventilate to masculinity the way Secretary of War Pete Hegseth does every time he’s in front of a camera. It’s embarrassing, creepy, and hypocritical, especially given the party’s complete opposition to gays and trans people.
This clip details the latest hyper-masculine plays:
First of all, the Republican Party knows nothing about Manhood, especially not this administration. Are we supposed to believe Hegseth, Trump, Marco Rubio, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Lindsey Graham, or (heaven forbid) Stephen “Naziferatu” Miller are the epitome of Masculinity??
Additionally, the military isn’t populated by a bunch of chemically-altered Ivan Drago supersarriors. Let’s also not forget that women make up a large portion of the U.S. military … are they going to get testosterone? Does that count as transgenderism?
The American government is run by a bunch of military incel cosplayers who jack off to repeat viewings of the movie 300.
The point is this: they don’t have the first fucking clue how to be a Man, what defines courage and sacrifice, and have no comprehension of dignity or nobility.
I saw this horrifying video posted on X featuring a faggot begging to receive HIV from a “donor” Top with a viral load of 900,000 because he has stayed off of retroviral medication for 1.5 years.
I get so sick of faggots fetishizing harmful acts and perspectives in a relentless pursuit of self-hating nihilism. “Bug chasing” is not some thrill ride in a theme park (and MAGA is not another form of leather or puppy play). These are poisonous mentalities that ruin lives and society at large.
There’s nothing “hot” about getting pozzed on purpose. Yes, the current anti-retroviral meds are allowing HIV+ people to live relatively normal lives, but even so, it’s still dangerous. Do you have any idea how harmful these powerful medications are to internal organs like the liver or the kidneys?? Do you really want to be chained to taking daily pills and constant blood monitoring for the rest of your life?
What these dumbfucks don’t consider are all of the millions of lives excruciatingly snuffed out by this awful disease. They fought and fought just to get the disease acknowledged and for the medical community to take treatment development seriously. So many people died alone, ostracized by even their closest friends and families like extreme lepers.
It’s mortifying in the extreme to see this kind of thing happening in 2026.
How can I avoid the wish that these faggots would just kill themselves rather than infect the world with such diseased and suicidal fetishes? It’s not the way I want to think about these people, but I’d prefer it if they weren’t around.
Hey, I am 25 and I have a friend called Andres. I am very straight and have no interest at all in having a guy sucking my cock, but Andres is very obviously gay and is struggling to accept it. It’s frankly embarrassing to see him trying to hit on the girls, while he is more feminine than any of them. He had a date with a girl and when they went to his place he told me that he couldn’t get hard (I wonder why). He is 23, still a virgin, and I really wanted to help him embrace his truth because, to be honest, our youth will never come back, and he deserves to be happy. I’ve been fucking girls for years, and I can’t imagine being a virgin. I’m very open-minded and interested in hierarchy, although I’ve never used a fag. I found you online and wanted to know if you have any advise for a straight guy willing to help his gay friend in the closet.
Thank you so much for writing to me, Sir!
Every so often I receive a message like this from a straight Alpha who wants to steer his gay/faggot friend in the right direction or, as in your case, help him accept himself. I cannot tell you how important letters like yours are, Sir! You’re not only a symbol of hope for all of the gays/fags out there lying to themselves, but you’re also an example to other straight Alphas who are too selfish or homophobic to try and help these weak ones. So you have my deepest respect and gratitude, Sir!
I want to first establish that not every gay male is a faggot. We faggots are extremely submissive and exist only to serve the needs of Men, whereas submissive gay males are still interested in some amount of reciprocation and a “shared” experience with a dominant Man. I guess it’s a fine line, but to someone like me the difference is as wide as the Grand Canyon.
From what you’d told me, it’s very clear that Andres is very gay and very frightened. What he needs is a Man like you to put him at ease and start directing him toward more proper and fulfilling pursuits. That is going to be the approach I recommend, Sir.
Here’s what I propose: Get together with him alone. Have him kneel at your feet (you can be standing or sitting). Have him look at you directly, and try to maintain eye contact so Andres knows you’re serious. Say something like this: “Andres, you are my friend, and I care about you. I want you to be happy. But you cannot be happy while living a lie. I know you’re not straight. You were born gay. I have already accepted this about you. But now I need you to accept this about yourself. I want you to admit it out loud right now. Say ‘I am gay’.”
Once you get him to say it out loud, have him repeat it a couple of times until you feel he’s accepting it (Andres might even start to cry, Sir, so be ready). When he does this, say “good boy” and maybe even stroke his hair like a dog.
Now, from here there are a couple of nonsexual things you can do to test the waters of his faghood, Sir. The first I recommend is that you have him worship your feet. It can be as simple as kissing your shoes, to full-fledged bare foot kissing worship. That’s entirely up to you. This will test out his worshipful nature.
Then you could move to scent training by using your armpits. Have Andres put his face in your armpit and deeply inhale your Alpha pheromones. Then switch to the other armpit. This will regulate Andres’s mood and help him accept his submission.
If you’re comfortable, you could also employ crotch sniffing. This can be done through the pants/underwear. As you probably understand, your most powerful pheromones are centralized in your crotch, so the dopamine hit a true faggot receives from this area is unmistakable.
After you’ve done this, have Andres look at you. You might notice a different expression on his face now. Then ask him: “are you a faggot?” Don’t let him get off by simply saying “yes” … force him to say “I am a faggot”. Have him repeat it multiple times until you’re convinced.
This is how we reprogram a faggot’s mind, Sir.
I’ll stop there, but I’m always available if you want help with additional steps. Feel free to contact me here or at hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com.
Again, thank you so much for writing, Sir! I hope it goes well for both Andres and you!
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.
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!
A gay kid named Austin posted this story about his first gay crush in fourth grade.
I had a very similar experience with a boy named George Collins in fifth grade. George was an adorable kid with a tangled mop of dark hair, big, round brown eyes, and a winning smile. He was double-jointed, and he used to disgust kids on the playground by being able to lock his hands and swing his arms from the front of his body, over his head to his back in one unbroken motion.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
I followed him everywhere. We were both athletic (I was the second or third fastest kid at my elementary school), so we always played together. Interestingly, I don’t recall a single conversation we ever had, but I have vivid memories of watching his feet kicking the tiny pebbles on the playground.
After sixth grade George disappeared. I have no idea whatever happened to him, even though I think about him occasionally even today.
So don’t tell me homosexuality is a choice. Right or wrong, we were born this way.
I wanted to express my opinion about the question you previously had about Gay VS Straight Alphas, and what type of Alphas was the more superior one.
In my humble opinion, the belief that Straight Alphas are superior to Gay Alphas is total utter bullshit, and quite frankly disrespectful to any Gay Alpha. To me, that belief stems from internalized homophobia about oneself, and eroticizes heterosexuality in a way that is completely separate from serving Alphas. Because someone thinks heterosexuality is “normal”, the homosexuality is deviant and abnormal, therefore inferior to heterosexual males. Which is again, bullshit.
I’ve seen comments saying Gay Alphas were inherently inferior because they had skin in the game, they had attraction to men, and could get attracted to Straight men too, meaning they were superior. The truth is, an Alpha sees getting served by a faggot completely separate from feelings or love. It has nothing to do with attraction, it is simply is innate right to be served and worshipped.
Faggots thinking Gay Alphas are inferior to Straight Alphas are simply bootlickers, and are disrespectful as a whole towards ALL alphas, just by questioning the alphahood of a certain subtype of Alphas.
Service isn’t about sexuality or attraction, it’s about DOMINANCE.
This topic has uncorked a torrent of responses since I published it a few days ago. I get all of the arguments, and I definitely understand yours.
I won’t add more to the fire right now, other than I’m more inclined toward your position (as I have been for many years), but the discussion will go on. I have more to publish on this, and will likely be my next podcast episode.
BTW: calling faggots “bootlickers” is almost redundant. LOL
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.
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the development of a 57-year-old married gay Alpha who is recovering his Alphahood after many years of latency. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
This site has been a labor of love for me for ten years. It’s not just a porn site (although it has a lot of the best porn!), and it’s not just a site that deals with fetishes (it’s covered them all!). It’s my attempt to create a deep, meaningful, and honest exploration of something that affects every male (and consequently every human) on the planet: HIERARCHY.
It hasn’t been easy. The site itself has come under attack multiple times by both hackers and by people falsely accusing me of lying. I’ve been cancelled more times than I can even attempt to count. But the site remains thriving to this day because I’m a stubborn and resilient faggot, and also because the site has achieved some remarkable, difference-making discoveries.
One of the most vital discoveries – one I’m most proud of – is something I called “Alpha latency”. It’s a (now proven) explanation for what happens to some Alphas (typically from childhood trauma) who fail to embrace their natural Alpha gifts and instead take a more submissive position in life. When I first encountered it in a straight Alpha, I was baffled. But my subsequent cure of his latency and the complete turnaround he immediately experienced set me on a course to document many cases of this most frustrating phenomena. Since then, I’ve helped a lot of Alphas understand, face, and overcome this barrier to great power and glory.
The hardest cases of Alpha latency involve gay Alphas. I have theories on this, but mostly I do think that gay Alphas have extra layers of pressure (beyond possible child abuse) to conform to society expectations of Men, as well as the gay agenda of equality. All of these elements confuse young, developing Alphas and misdirect them into a life inferior to what they were born into.
The latest case of Alpha latency is a 57-year-old married gay Alpha named Nick. I’m going to present his case here as it was presented to me, then I’ll discuss further after.
I’ve been reading your stuff on Alpha Latency and Alpha Ascension. I didn’t change teams until 25 so I’m a late bloomer. For 30 years I considered myself Beta Dom per your chart. But I now think I’m ascending to bottom rung of alpha hood as a latent alpha.
But I am really conflicted because if you read Fagmaster’s Ultra Faggot he lists categories for: The Cocksucker, Cumjunkie, and Glory Hole Whore. I call myself a Top who loves to suck dick and swallow cum. Don’t like anal, just oral. But otherwise I would call myself Alpha.
So I’m conflicted because those 3 behaviors around sucking dick are squarely in the faggot zone.
I am 6-4, 205 lbs, 57, good looking silver Daddy, but just normal body, not muscle builder. I was fat most of my life so never had positive body image. Recently lost a lot of weight on Wegovy so I now have normal BMI and hot silver Daddy looks. I never learned what it felt like to be hot and have guys hit on you, because it never happened. I think these insecurities held me down my whole life
I have success is my own business and friends joke that I always seen to fail “Up” which are Alpha traits. I am very smart. I recently started having faggots over to my house and use them, fucking both holes viciously, with the rut, and cunting. And frequent the bathhouse to fuck random holes. All alpha traits. I have ED at my age so I have to use Trimix but it gives me a rock hard dick for 4 hours which is perfect for the bathhouse. I’m about 6.75 inches. My husband says I have a nice dick and he married that dick (an owned faggot trait btw see below). I am confident now walking around with the towel around my waist with not a fat belly anymore and boner tent in the towel asticking out. (I used to be shy & introvert). The bottoms grab my cock tent when I walk by and beg to be fucked. This is alpha trait.
When I was a teen I had dorks from the neighborhood try to befriend me out of the blue which I didn’t understand at the time. Another alpha trait. I would call myself a protector alpha.
I was never athletic; sucked at soccer in 3rd grade and never tried any other sports. This lack of athletic soccer skill instilled a profound lack of physical confidence in me and insecurity my whole life, plus I was fat. Never wanted to compete with other Men. No sports. No gym or muscle building.
Only recently do I think I’m seeing Alpha latency in myself after reading your material, Sam. (Ty!)
I bottom for my beta husband once per quarter as a marital courtesy. And I’ve been practicing many of the Alpha ownership techniques that Fagmaster talks about in Alpha-Beta to help my beta husband self actualize as a total slut. E.g. He’s taken 1100+ dicks and 325+ loads YTD. A true cock slut that Fagmaster talks about. He’s a Flight attendant who gets dick and loads on every layover. Bathhouse 2-3x per week. Cruising park. Apps. I love to suck the cum out of his cummy hole, and the fuck it and churn the other guys’ cum. My husband will go out and bring me back a cummy hole since he knows I love it so much (and of course he gets fucked and used in the process: win-win)
My husband is under me on the hierarchy but I wouldn’t call him faggot. He’s Beta-Dom. Since starting T replacement therapy 3 years ago, I’ve seen his behavior change where he now tops 50% of the time, but he is still a total bottom sling slut taking all cocks and all loads. I’m about to setup his first motel cumdump event. He’s ready for it and wants to do it.
Have you met any people like me that exhibit attributes of both Alpha and fag? I supposed humans are complicated creatures and don’t fit nearly in a rigid box. I took your test “Am I a Faggot” and the score said “No”. But my intellectual brain has dissonance on how can I be alpha when I love sucking cock and swallowing cum (and felching cum out of my husband’s hole) in which are squarely faggot traits?
Or my husband has all the faggot characteristics that Fagmaster describes in Ultra Faggot, yet he tops about 50% of the time and deposits his load into the bottom. Which is another contradiction.
Sam you really provide a great public service and I’m happy to see you’re back and monetizing your passion. I would really welcome your thoughts on classifying me and my husband.
Here was my response to Alpha Nick’s myriad questions:
Sir,
Thank you very much for writing to me in great detail about your situation! I love learning about these sometimes complex hierarchical situations, especially ones like yours that are complicated by years of gay counter-programming, frequent role changing, and suppressive forces that confuse so many.
I’m going to try and hit what I feel are the main points of your letter. Please forgive me if I miss something you feel is important. I really want to cover it thoroughly.
First of all, my current chart does not have “objects” listed separately. That was an old and discarded diagram. I only ever had “object” separated that way because I kept getting push-back from faggots who want to be known as “objects”, I thought (and still think) that such a thing is merely a fetish, and unrealistic for long-term functioning. So I finally discarded it and went with my gut. A faggot is generally equal to other faggots, regardless of function. However, I did publish my faggot hierarchy (HERE) in which I gave a rough outline of how I think faggot hierarchy works, but I don’t apply it stringently.
I certainly don’t (nor ever did) fully agree with FagMaster on a variety of issues related to Hierarchy. He was more concerned with the fetish aspects of it, treating hierarchy as a kink rather than a unifying theory of Male behavior as I do. In my conversations with him, I could never get a satisfactory answer about whether or not he actually ever owned or used faggots. His writings on the subject were impressive, though, especially if he made it all up in his imagination. But we will never know, because as you said FagMaster has disappeared.
As you mention, one huge difference between FagMaster and myself is hierarchical classification. I felt FagMaster’s take was lazy and unfair to the many betas out there who would never submit to a male, and his view never properly addressed the actual mechanisms always happening between Men. Mine, on the other hand, has been sharpened like a surgical instrument at this point, so much so that I regularly use it to predict outcomes of ongoing situations.
My hierarchy pyramid has received multiple revisions since I started in 2015. My proudest moment was the revelation that came to me while in prison, when insights I gathered inside helped me see the true nature of Alpha hierarchy. I was close to correct before prison, but one newly-added element – the “God Alpha” – connected the dots.
Given the examples even in your distant past, it’s very clear you were always Alpha, Sir. The deference you received from inferiors, the natural submission offered to you from both the general population and lovers clearly indicate that other people always saw what you are. It’s a shame you didn’t recognize this earlier, because you might’ve been inspired to shape your body into a reflection of the natural alphahood you possessed since birth.
Therein lies the issue. I think gay Alphas have many more problems with Alpha latency than straight Alphas do (although I’ve helped many straight Alphas as well). Unlike straight Alphas, gay Alphas have the typical issues that sometimes cause latency (including childhood abuse), but they also have the suffocating stigma of being a GAY MALE. Society views gay males as “lesser Men” regardless of their masculinity or perceived Alphahood, and this can serve to push gay Alphas into latency because internally they feel inferior to straight Men or “disappointing” to others in general.
Just hearing your story gives me confidence to say that your latency springs from at least some of that stigma, which led to body issues and a lifetime of suppressed Alphahood.
I have a few suggestions, Sir. I’m curious about your thoughts on them.
First of all, I think you should entirely stop being topped by your husband as a “courtesy” fuck. Your husband needs to more fully embrace his place your faggot (or something closer to that). It’s time for you to understand that Alphas generally don’t get fucked by other Men, but especially by someone who is absolutely lower hierarchically. It may sound silly, but I promise you that imbalances grow and cause issues if not cut off and corrected.
As for your apparent desire to suck dick, it might be a residual effect of being a gay Man who spent most of an entire life trying to be an average gay Man. However, as is becoming more and more evident, you are NOT an average gay Man. You are a gay Alpha. I do think the more you are served and worshiped (and as you lean more into that truth), sucking dick and licking strange male cum from your bottom husband’s ass will become much less appealing. It might be a hard habit to break, but I think it will just drop off like a gangrenous body part. Just embrace your Alphahood and leave behind the vestiges of latent behavior that have held you back for far too long!
I will say that I’ve never dealt with Alphas who exhibit the traits of both Alpha and fag for very long. Once latent Alphas truly embrace the truth of their situation, they usually let go of those fag characteristics, primarily because those fag acts remind them of a time when they were confused about their purpose. The joy of finally understanding their latency and becoming free to use their great power proves to be much more intoxicating than submitting to another Man.
You have a journey ahead of you, Sir. Given your circumstances, it might be a harder road than other latent Alphas I’ve encountered. But if you embrace your truth and start making more decisions to benefit yourself, I have no doubt you’ll get to be exactly where you’re meant to be, Sir!
I hope to hear back about your progress!
You can kind of see how so many years of experimentation and role swapping – things quite common and encouraged among ordinary gay couples – have warped both Alpha Nick and his husband away from their innate purposes. There’s nothing wrong with that as long as they’re happy, of course, but that’s the point: Alpha Nick isn’t happy. He senses the power just beyond the wall. He needs to learn to dismiss the old tropes of his once-ordinary life and embrace the magnificent glory he was born to have!
I hope he can do it. Fifty-seven years is a long time to be buried, and it’s easy to get comfortable in a life that is generally working well.
But what could that life become? Only Alpha Nick can find that out!
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?
Thank you very much for taking a moment to provide an answer to my question about that awesome video! Several people across my social media web also told me that, so I’m guessing the show is pretty popular! Haven’t seen it (I never watch TV), so I’m grateful for people like you who are more clued in! Thanks again!
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.
The Trump regime is barbaric. It’s lethally dumb, wantonly cruel, and endlessly focused on greed and grievance.
Of course, intelligent people who paid attention to the Project 2025 playbook published last year knew this was coming (unlike your MAGA cashmasters who said Trump wouldn’t do it).
Now it’s here, and it’s being implemented with frightening speed.
One of the plans detailed in that playbook involved the LGBTQ community. It called for eliminating gay marriage and pushing for the reinstitution of gay conversion therapy.
Part of that is nearing completion, as the Trump-controlled Supreme Court is about to okay it.
I cannot stress enough how barbaric and cruel these kinds of therapies are for young gay kids. They’re already subjected to enough discrimination as it is, so much so that suicide rates for gay kids are vastly higher than the general population.
Now this? Also, gay conversion therapy DOES NOT WORK. How many failures must occur before the weight of the evidence finally proves to these far right wing bigots that these kids WERE BORN GAY???
I’m reminded of the film RELIGULOUS, a Bill Maher “documentary” about the malignancy of religion in the world. In it, Bill spoke to a guy running one of these re-education camps. This gay claimed he was gay but converted to straight.
SPOILER ALERT: Sometime after this documentary was filmed, that pastor left his sham marriage and returned to homosexual relationships!
Gay conversion therapy doesn’t work!
Saturday Night Live tackled this issue with humor … but also with more wisdom than this clownish and idiotic administration.
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Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declan’s control (Locktober day 2).
Last night started off like the perfect kind of evening you imagine in your head but never think will actually happen. Sir had already texted me earlier in the day telling me to show up at the gym. As soon as I walked in, his eyes told me everything: this wasn’t going to be a “regular” workout. Between sets he’d whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. You’re mine to build.” Each word was like a pulse down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.
After we left the gym, we came home. I immediately started preparing dinner after my shower exactly as he’d instructed earlier in the day. I had all the ingredients laid out; I knew the timing had to be perfect. He likes things a certain way: his plate built just right, sauces in the correct order, and the tray neat so he can eat from the couch. I didn’t even make my own plate at first. Instead, I knelt at his feet, rubbing his arches, running my thumbs over the tension in his heels while he ate.
Halfway through his meal he looked down at me, smiled, and said quietly but firmly, “Go get your food.” I got up and made my own plate, but instead of joining him on the couch, I had to sit on the floor at the coffee table, back turned to him, eating like a servant while he ate like a king. I could hear him breathing, feel the weight of his gaze on me.
We started a movie and for a few minutes I felt that rare softness; he let me curl up next to him, his arms around me, his hand lazily resting on my locked cock through my shorts. But I know him well enough to recognize when that softness changes. His body language shifted. His grip tightened.
He stood up and without raising his voice said in that low, unmistakable tone, “FOLLOW ME!” As we got in the bedroom, he said: “Hands over the cage now.” My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming.
The cage already sitting there like a silent threat. I raised my arms. He grabbed my left wrist and clicked the cuff to the top bar of the cage, then my right wrist to the other side. Cold metal. No movement. My body completely exposed.
Then came the first strike of the paddle. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting and echo in the room. He paused, reached for the permanent marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and began writing across my back in thick black letters: “Owned by Declan.” The ink felt cool at first, then hot as my skin burned from the paddle.
By the time he was done, my ass was bright red, my back a billboard with his name across it, my cock locked and throbbing, collar snug against my throat. He left me like that, wrists chained, ass stinging, for a good 30 to 45 minutes. I could hear him moving around, watching TV in the next room. Every so often he’d come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, “I love you, babe,” before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.
When he finally released me, he didn’t send me away. He pulled me to the couch, had me lie on my stomach with my head on his lap so he could stroke my hair while watching more TV. My red, sore ass was on display the whole time. His other hand lazily rested on my back where his name was still written, fingers tracing the letters like he was reading them silently.
This is the reality behind the photos and the stories. This is the mix of discipline, service, and care that makes me his.
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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.
In my travels through porn tonight I encountered this gem.
I loved the film CALL ME BY YOUR NAME starring Oscar darling Timothee Chalamet and the cannibal. Someone used gay porn featuring a Timothee lookalike to extend and pornify the sex scene in that film. VERY CLEVER!
