What counts as porn? I realize far greater (and frankly, far lesser) minds than ours have debated this very question in excruciating detail. There’s always the I-know-it-when-I-see-it approach that only complicates the postmodern dilemma of conflicting subjective realities. Personally, I tend to toss things into my “porn drawer” that primarily and dependably get me off. This means that there are items in my porn drawer that include no nudity, no sex, no cum, but those typically feature a particular quality of wrestling that will turn my crank whenever needed. There’s plenty of nudity, sex and cum shots in the drawer as well, mind you. And then I’ve established (admittedly, somewhat arbitrarily), that to qualify for my homoerotic wrestling pornboy rankings I need to have seen a wrestler cum on camera. But we probably all have slightly different criteria for what merits the designation of our “porn,” and what doesn’t.
More to the point, what does Rusty Stevens consider porn? I’m just catching up with Rusty’s poorly populated blog, where, last October 17, he announced concisely that he retired from porn the week before and has moved to Hawaii. He goes on to post on his blog that he’s go-go dancing, and that he’s a rentboy (damn, where’s $2,500 for a weekend’s entertainment when I need it!?). He’s apparently taking requests for what to post on his pay-site, such as a wrestling match with Spencer Reed.
But of crucial importance in my mind, is whether his “retirement from porn” means that we’ll never see him again working in the homoerotic wrestling industry. Is his mat wrestling performance with Mitch Colby that culminated in Mitch jacking Rusty off in victory considered “porn?” It most certainly resides in my porn drawer, but is it “porn” for Rusty?
Is his string of undefeated matches for Naked Kombat porn? True enough, there’s nudity, sex, and cum in abundance in every match, but it’s hardly boom-chicka-boom-boom, syntho music and bad acting as foreplay for close up shots of anal penetration (okay, there is a little of the typical close up in the last round of NK matches, but that’s so not that part that puts me over the edge).
In short, is Rusty’s retirement tantamount to his hanging up his jockstrap and foregoing any further homoerotic wrestling? Because having owned the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestler for the past nine months, this would appear to leave him completely vulnerable to some hard worker still actively vying for our attention. If Rusty is retiring his title belt, this would just seem to throw my whole favorite homoerotic wrestler rankings up in the air entirely.
Of course Trent Diesel, as the top contender behind Rusty, is well-positioned to kick Rusty’s retired ass to the curb and rip the belt from Rusty’s gorgeously muscled, tight, hard little waist. But I’ll have to let this quandry sit with me a while as I ponder the existential meaning of what “is” is. I’m not entirely sure at all who may populate my top two favorite homoerotic wrestling pornboys once the dust settles. I’m adrift in philosophical malaise. I’m questioning everything and taken for granted nothing. From his retirement in Hawaii (though he’s for hire in Manhattan through Saturday, take note), Rusty has left me feeling undone and unsettled.