and probably this movie will fly away in panic. Do you want the other in a purely organic, holistic way? Sure, just make sure he is decaffeinated and harmless.
For what is the price the two boys pay for coming together in the perfect threesome, if there was ever one? Well, they take sex out. Fairytale or not, this film has an ideological agenda, guys, sorry to say. Why not take the more fleshed-out dilemma, that is love the one we desire, and desire sexually, with all the pathos and antagonism this has, rather than a bleached out version of Plato, that fits, oh so holistically and conveniently with healthy organic diet, love for animals, procreation and yoga? Remembrance is the royal way to love, to the platonic "good"?
Remember then Whitman, remember Frank O'Hara, two sublime poets who sang carnal love, or as Walt said "I sing the body electric"!
What is happening to you America, land of the roughs? Are you passing from blow-jobs to searching for feel-good kittens, bypassing the obvious desire for man-to-man copulation? If as Doug says at some point, having Guy laying on his back is like having wings, why then they fly nowhere. This exclamation being surrounded by the pap of "would you not love me if I had no penis?" is all the more insidious because this obfuscates the fact that, well, their relationship does not seem consummated, to put it that way...
America, remember your male camaraderie and give us a film worthy of man's beauty as he sweats his face in the work of love! Or, as Frank O'Hara put it better than I ever will, here is his simply called "Poem":
Twin spheres full of fur and noise/rolling softly up my belly beddening on my chest/and then my mouth is full of suns/that softness seems so anterior to that hardness/that mouth that is used to talking too much/speaks at last of the tenderness of Ancient China/and the love of form the Odyssies/each tendril is covered with seed pearls/your hair is like a tree in an ice storm/jetting I commit the immortal spark jetting/you give that form to my life the Ancients loved/those suns are smiling as they move across the sky/and as your chariot I soon become a myth/which heaven is it that we inhabit for so long a time/it must be discovered soon and disappear
For what is the price the two boys pay for coming together in the perfect threesome, if there was ever one? Well, they take sex out. Fairytale or not, this film has an ideological agenda, guys, sorry to say. Why not take the more fleshed-out dilemma, that is love the one we desire, and desire sexually, with all the pathos and antagonism this has, rather than a bleached out version of Plato, that fits, oh so holistically and conveniently with healthy organic diet, love for animals, procreation and yoga? Remembrance is the royal way to love, to the platonic "good"?
Remember then Whitman, remember Frank O'Hara, two sublime poets who sang carnal love, or as Walt said "I sing the body electric"!
What is happening to you America, land of the roughs? Are you passing from blow-jobs to searching for feel-good kittens, bypassing the obvious desire for man-to-man copulation? If as Doug says at some point, having Guy laying on his back is like having wings, why then they fly nowhere. This exclamation being surrounded by the pap of "would you not love me if I had no penis?" is all the more insidious because this obfuscates the fact that, well, their relationship does not seem consummated, to put it that way...
America, remember your male camaraderie and give us a film worthy of man's beauty as he sweats his face in the work of love! Or, as Frank O'Hara put it better than I ever will, here is his simply called "Poem":
Twin spheres full of fur and noise/rolling softly up my belly beddening on my chest/and then my mouth is full of suns/that softness seems so anterior to that hardness/that mouth that is used to talking too much/speaks at last of the tenderness of Ancient China/and the love of form the Odyssies/each tendril is covered with seed pearls/your hair is like a tree in an ice storm/jetting I commit the immortal spark jetting/you give that form to my life the Ancients loved/those suns are smiling as they move across the sky/and as your chariot I soon become a myth/which heaven is it that we inhabit for so long a time/it must be discovered soon and disappear