Dick – that’s right this post, in stereotypical gay male style, is about dick: cock, penis, balls, nuts, dangly bits. Dick on line to be more precise, or rather the amount of it. It’t about the willingness of men, many claiming to be straight, to post cock shots grinning into dusty mirrors. Quantity as opposed to size – because size is too easy to manipulate – if it doesn’t look real it is probably photoshopped.
If you don’t realize that porn created the internet retail, high-speed, hi-def, as we know it, then you are leading a very sheltered life. The need for secure credit card flow was vital for that industry – without that there would be no PayPal, no Amazon, no online banking. Porn proved there was a market for online shopping, that people longed to buy anonymously from the comfort of their homes. And that they wanted it fast & crisp.
Back to dick. Even when I was on dial up I was amazed at the ease of finding & downloading explicit pics of men – nearly all were, what I call, professional. Clearly posed, well lit & sort of banal but hot all the same. I knew there was amateur sites but who wants to pay? Plus dial up was slow. Then I bumped up to high speed & HD.
Wow! a whole new world of dick was presented to me. Tumblr floodgates were opened. I have learned to close them to control the quantity. But what really surprised me was the number of men willing to drop their pants for a camera – often in front of some mirror – in front of mirrors anywhere – change rooms, washrooms, bedrooms, car mirrors. Selfies galore – all ages, sizes, races, types.
There’s also instagram, vine, kik, snapchat, that are driven by dick pics – I don’t for a minute think these sites would grow if all we were getting were cute pics of kittens, babies or gramma’s birthday.
I suspect this endless stream of pics (of any sort) has created a new attention deficit culture – we remember only while we look but insist that each time we look it’s different or there’d be only be one tickled kitten gif. The endless streams allows for enjoyment of things we might not otherwise care for – race, size, get washed away in the flicker of dick pics.
One last word about size – big ones photograph better but thanks to photoshop everyone can become larger. I’ve seen the pics of the same guy only with his dick shopped larger, shopped thicker only, hairier, no hair, cut, uncut, even successful transplants. I stop believing what I’m seeing – it’s just like reality TV – edited for viewer fantasy not physical reality or often possibility.
Safety First
I pack the salmon salad
into a recycled plastic container
to preserve the earth
for a nanosecond each time I use it
is this the biggest risk I’ll take today
whether it will fit
into snug reusable confines
so that I am safe secure
comfortable protected
will I cross a street in the middle
will I try a new brand of tooth paste
minty gel tooth resurrecting fresh
will I go into a coffee shop
order everyone to the floor
screaming sweating swearing
life isn’t fair
everyone here will pay the over price
will I drink too much and pass out in a dumpster
get tossed into a compacter
will I dare God
to protect me from myself
from others
will I fly with knives hidden on my person
try to set fire to my tennis shoes –
will the fridge be be cold enough
to keep my salad from turning to poison
will I sit here and wait
for a mosquito bite to send me to the grave
do I dare
roll down my pant legs
tumble with an unprotected dick
is this what it has all come down to
these years of being mild in the street
leaving me here safe secure
not puzzled by it all any more
in salmon salad complacency
I don’t feel I came to the peak
I sense I finished something
that I don’t remember starting
why does it seem so much bother
to don my disco duds
hustle on down to the dance floor
when at one time
I couldn’t wait
show off my feverish moves
darting and hipping around
shake it baby shake it one more . . .
I don’t even feel a sense of loss
for the grab gut bust muscle
of music and indifference
I’m sure the stoic disinterest
men show each other
hasn’t changed over the years
then again maybe that’s what I need
someone else’s indifference
to butt my butt against
could that be the risk
or is it easier to make my salmon salad
tamp it into the container
and the container is the right size
praise be to God
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