Sophomore year of college i attended my first Out on Film, the ATL?s gay and lesbian film festival. And it was there I got a crash course education. Stop me (oh oh oh stop me) if you?ve heard this one? or were a part of it?
A Saturday night spent in the company of three of my then favorite boys (one has since vanished from my surroundings, not sure to where) was to involve dinner and a short stroll through the park, book ended by two films. The first - and the name escapes me much to my chagrin (Prodigal Sons? Setting Sons?) - was a lovely film about acceptance and family and bi-racial love. It was indeed the type of film that keeps me coming to film festivals, as I never would have had the opportunity to see it elsewhere, or even have known it existed for that matter?
However, I made the naïve assumption the second screening might be along those same lines. Uh, no. Not quite.
Perhaps it was the fact that I was the only female in the room that shoulda clued me in, but alas, I didn?t quite catch on until the cockrings came out (and out, and out?) On the screen!!! Get your minds out of the gutter, people!
Yep, it was my first gay porn experience. In a movie theatre surrounded by hundreds of boys who probably saw me sitting there before the house lights were cut thinking, ?I bet she doesn?t have any idea what she?s in for? snicker snicker??
Cheeks flushed a little, but I decided best to see it as an educational experience. I took the opportunity to lean over to one of my companions periodically (you remember this right? I know you?re reading this) and make inquiries:
Ok ? now what exactly is the bonus of a cockring?
So, do you guys have a name for that?
Wow ? how did he do that? Do you think that would work on @!*?
I think I have told this story here before. However, last night, volunteering at this year?s Out on Film, I learned something new. A friend and I were checking out a documentary on renowned gay icon/ porn star/filmmaker Peter Berlin. Interviewed was another renowned filmmaker from the same era (early 70?s) by the name of Wakefield Poole who made the classic Boys in the Sand.
posted by trixievw @ 12:48 PM
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i totally forgot that i slept through the end of it... probably on jerry's shoulder no less...
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