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Not Empathasexual Faggot

Some months back Google almost completely stopped sending folks to Pansexual Sodomite. I have experience and am habituated to how a site can slide up and down in search engine results. Over time I came to feel - and I’m not really interested in debating or justifying this - that I’d triggered some sort of automatic devaluation. Perhaps my atypical sexual vocabulary - though that seems unlikely.

There’s always the possibility that a penalty was manually inflicted. But that seems paranoid. I can’t see why anyone in Google’s search quality department might decide this site is especially deserving of isolation.

I filed a request to have the site reevaluated. (It is called reinclusion request but that is a misnomer since the request also covers how your site is indexed. Pansexual Sodomite was never removed from the index.)

My consistent experience has been you get a response within a week or never. I waited three months. Then I decided my only option was to move the site. But I didn’t want to change the site’s name.

I adopted the pansexual label years ago. Partly because bisexual seemed too constricted and limiting. (So long ago that at one point the Wikipedia’s entry for pansexual was swiped from me. For how long I don’t know. I learned of it only after an editor caught and removed the plagiarism.)

Some people seem to use pansexual as a sort of namby-pamby equivalent of sexually tolerant and accept. This has diminished my fondness for the term. But I’ve never cared for omnisexual or another of the other alternatives I’ve encountered.

I find my ability to find other people attractive only increases. One reason being that I sometimes look at people and imagine why others would find the person sexually appealing. A disinterested erotic appreciation. But empathasexual is an unwieldy coinage.

While I’m attracted to almost everybody my social sexual orientation is gay. I simply cannot think of myself otherwise.

I never thought to make gay part of this site’s title. The word lacks edge, the old queer noir sexuality, any suggestion of outcast or deviant. It lacks romance.

Queer is fine but too suggestive of academic queer theory.

Fairy ( - or faery - ) is charming. But it belongs to the radical fairies. I esteem them but I’m not one of them.

Fag or faggot. I’ve applied that word to myself for years. A bravura - however impotent and weak - reclamation of the words: in your face, universe! As a site title it would probably attract a wearisome amount of junk comments from homophobes.

I wish I could remember who it was - some British literary queer - who suggested taking back the word sodomite. I’ve been very happy to use it. I value the second word in the site’s name more than the first.

Anyway I’ve moved the site. You may be looking at the address bar and wondering if I’m pulling your leg. I moved from PansexualSodomite.Org to PansexualSodomite.Com. That way I keep the domain name and site name the same.

I have no real notion if this will do a whit of good. One downside is that I no longer have the various backlinks I accumulated over the years. Nothing major but this domain has none. Those inbound links is one of the thing Google values most in estimating a site’s value.

We’ll see.

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Symbol of Pansexuality.
Proposed symbol of Pansexuality

Cigarette Addiction

Quitting Smoking

I now how unappealing personal cautionary tales can be but it doesn’t seem amiss to make one final post about my cigarette smoking.

I was a terrifically heavy smoker. As cigarette prices rose, my cigarettes became my third largest personal expense - some months my second, exceeded only by my mortgage. The addiction was strong enough for me to risk financial ruin rather than quit.

More significantly if I hadn’t smoked I wouldn’t suffer from COPD. Now I have to cope with the limitations, impositions, inconveniences and expenses of needing medicine and extra medical care for my lungs.

It is probably the single stupidest thing I’ve ever done to myself. And I’ve witlessly albeit unwittingly inflicted many wounds upon myself.

It was my mothers smoking that led to her demise. Not cancer. Complications of her own pulmonary disorder killed her.

Transvestite Movie Trailer

Dreams

Ed Wood transvestite paperback novel.
By Ed Wood, one can only wonder what sort of prose style he brought to this novel.

I dreamed that I was watching a promotional trailer for a movie about an Asian transvestite who pretended to be a blonde girl in Hollywood on the web. It was a romantic comedy so I imagine hilarious events ensued and the ending was happy.

The odd thing about the dream wasn’t the theme. I don’t recall if I’ve dreamed of crossdressing guys before. What struck me was that my dream was a film promo complete with voiceover.

Even though there’s no shortage of advertising we can watch imaginary ads as we sleep.

A Very, Very Pretty Young Male

Imagery

(This gratuitous photograph of a lovely youth is here to allow me to test something. No need for yet another gay boy blog.)

I like everything about this photo: the doe-like submissive look in his eyes. The texture of his white clothing - suggesting a most unlikely purity.

Most strongly of all: the positioning of the rear of his top and bottom leave a bare curve that - for me - is a visual definition of the homoerotic.

Homoerotic Perfection : A Very, Very Pretty Boy.

More photographs by David Vance.

Gay Taliban

Sodomitical Polity

I think the poor, misbegotten soul who wrote this must have meant Perez Hilton - it was in a defense of Miss Homophobia USA, Carrie Prejean and an attack on gay marriage:

If people like Paris Hilton had their way, we would be subjugated to a gay Taliban enforcing gay culture!

As we all know: all gay men and women are exactly alike: we roll off Satan’s assembly line.

Boys With Flowers in Their Hair

Imagery

Possibly I’ve found the basis for a new erotic fetish for myself: boys with flowers in their hair.

Boy with flowers in his hair.

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Pretty Femme Gay Guys

Ambiguously Gendered

Male Femininity Isn’t About Being Good-looking

I ran across a site devoted to adoration of prettyboy Japanese pop singers (sorry, don’t recall the URL). The Asian youths were exceptionally lovely. But it reminded me of how I generally feel no erotic empathy for people who seemingly match some portion of my attraction to the androgynous.

They have the frigid specialization of fetishists. Don’t see the appeal of androgynous women. Are fixated on “tranny chicks-with-a-dick.”

I remember some years back when I was trying to find images - photographs or illustrations of feminine obviously gay guys. Even though I was looking for pre-1980 images people would suggest Yaoi manga. Not that I don’t see the appeal. But rendering aside it isn’t as if the guys actually have any gender ambiguity.

Most commonly people would point out various pretty young men: models, pop stars, actors. The boys were pretty but only pretty. (I don’t mean only implying ‘mere.’ Physical beauty isn’t trivial.) The youths weren’t by any stretch feminine.

Beauty isn’t femininity. The latter can exist even in the most uncomely. A woman’s femininity isn’t dependent on her attractiveness. Neither is a guy’s.

I did let myself keep an image from the Japanese prettyboy site:

Pretty Femme Gay Asian Boy.

There were a number of photographs of him. He was often quite radiant. But this photo, there’s something that touched me. A bit of it is in how his collar fits around his neck. But mostly it is the curve of his shirt on the left.

Femininity is a quality of consciousness, gesture and presentation.

Live! Nude! Naked! Transvestites!

Imagery

Ed D. Wood, Jr. : The Gay Underworld.

I’ve had this sort of thing happen as long as I’ve been blogging. Google or another search engine will mix up unrelated words from a web page and send visitors here in quest of something they won’t find. Often proof that some celebrity - e.g., Tom Welling (Superboy on Smallville) - is gay or nude photos of some sort.

Lately it is photographs of nude crossdressers people, presumably men, are looking for.

What is a naked transvestite? Transvestitism is psychosexual fulfillment in wearing female clothing. Remove her clothes and instead of a nude crossdresser you have a naked man.

Maybe I’m missing something here. Perhaps these men don’t know to distinguish between a transvestite and a transsexual.

If you’ve come to this page hoping for transgendered nudity why not let me know what you were hoping to see.

Attraction of Queerness

Ambiguously Gendered

So Sweet, So Soft, So Queer

One thing The L Word didn’t evoke in me is my attraction to queerness.

Some of the actresses are straight and that removes the intangible affinity.

In real life I find gay women attractive. But not in a sexual way. There’s a sort of invisible extra something, I can’t figure out how to be precise. That something when added to a femme guy is combined with sex and the source of much of my sexual aesthetics.

(My lesbian gaydar isn’t something I really trust but het guys are just lousy at spotting gay women.)

Straight and bisexual women are sexy for me. Depending on my mood I might at any given time be classified as a Kinsey 3 or 4. (Evenhanded bisexuality or mainly gay with a substantial heterosexual component.)

I appreciate all the standard feminine allurements. But the ones that stick in my mind (from real life and not photographs) aren’t amazingly pretty and don’t make a fuss about femininity. It is almost always a combination of projecting intelligence and confidence. Really.

Hmm, not sure what point I’ve made here …

I Want to Be a Lesbian

Ambiguously Gendered

When reading a collection of Alison Bechdel’s Dykes to Watch Out For I’d have the feeling that I should’ve been born a gay woman. Maybe Mo had something to do with that.

I’ve just finished watching all the available DVDs of The L Word. I’d long been curious about the series but avoided it because it was something I’d have probably watched with Charles.

While Sex and the City, the movie was nothing special it did leave me wanting more. I chose The L Word.

The moments that moved me the most were of one of the least featured characters: Max, the transman. It hadn’t struck me before how rarely ftm transsexuals get media attention. Male-to-female transpersons become common on television (perhaps not for the very best of reasons). But the genetic women who feel that their biological gender doesn’t reflect who they really are barely exist in the popular imagination.

Anyway, Max. When his father referred to him as “son” was a very happy moment. His making love with a gay man was a wonderful instance of slipping free of sexual norms.

And there was Shane. My response to her was pure “Wow!” Even her voice was androgynous. And I have a fetish for white shirts with sleeves a bit too long, cuffs slightly too large.

Shane’s erotic popularity in the show baffled me. In Los Angeles would she really be the gay woman all other gay women craved? And not one of the more conventionally beautiful women in the cast?

I had hopes for the lesbian-identified guy in the early episodes. But he out lesbianed the lesbians. His relentlessly correct vegan, anti-patriarchal jive was more like a parody, something the producers intended I think.

I’m sure it seems silly but I normally looked away from the screen during the sex scenes. My funny little streak of Puritanism that fears being sexually incorrect as it were.

The L Word was just OK for me. A soap opera with all the expected limitations, though the makers strive valiantly to be urban and hip.

Unlike Dykes to Watch Out For it didn’t really make me feel that I should’ve been a lesbian.

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