I’m beginning to believe that there actually must be a real, live Sookie Stackhouse who can read minds – because the scene with Alexander Skarsgård naked in bed in True Blood last night was straight out of my dreams. Superherofan has some nice captures of the scene. My only problem is why they insisted on writing me out of the scene and inserting Anna Paquin. Her naked boobs are such a mood killer, though nothing could entirely take the sexy out of that glimpse of Alexander’s ass crack and his smiling face staring deeply into my eyes… (okay, in the show it was Anna Paquin’s eyes, but that’s not the way it played out in my head).
My female friends tell me that misogyny is at the root of gay male culture. Without a need to negotiate with the opposite sex for sex, so I’m told, gay men are all too happy to write women out of the picture entirely. And, true enough, there are no women in any of my gay wrestling fiction. Left to my own imagination, I’ve written them entirely out of the world. But it’s my erotic fantasy world, not my reality. Just because I’m a Kinsey 6, it doesn’t mean that I’m not happy to have female friends, colleagues, confidants… I just don’t want them showing up in my sexual fantasies.
It’s a mine field in the world of gay wrestling porn, to try to avoid the intrusion of women. A search of YouTube for wrestling vids invariably turns out countless “mixed wrestling” clips. Some of the primary sources of satisfaction for my gay wrestling fetishism also produce straight wrestling fetish works as well (with some of the same guys). It’s not that I think that entrepreneurs shouldn’t supply products for straight wrestling fetishists. But still, in the words of Lisa Kudrow, “Note to self: I don’t want to SEE that!”
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