But in very little of it all have I found much that really voices
what people who participate in alternative sexual communities are sometimes
blessed to learn among themselves: when we find safety to accept our longings as
a given, without shame, with the good will and acceptance of others--when we
let down our defenses----our impulses toward generosity blossom. And we beget
the further generosity of others in turn.
The chance to create safe containers for such experiences is
one of the reasons queer men need to find each other apart from even the most
tolerant and inclusive of wider cultures--and why those containers are probably
best left mostly shielded from outside scrutiny. There's not really a lot of
point in wasting emotional energy on dealing with the discomfort the
alternative erotic spaces and practices we create are likely to engender in the
wider normative culture.
Queer theory explores the creative, liberative impulse in
all this--but without much attention to the impact that pleasure and erotic
encounter have on the soul. Liberal Christian moral theology focuses on how
interpersonal sexual connection shapes and fulfills the soul--but mostly
remains embarassed that pleasure and fantasy shape our sexual preferences and
experience before deep interpersonal
connection comes into it. And a lot of porn focuses unrealistically on
fulfilled fantasy and impossibly perfect pleasure--while mostly pretending that
good sex doesn't engage our minds and spirits.
Radical faeries know better. I get the impression from
friends that leatherfolk often know better. Men who participate in networks for
non-penetrative, non-ejaculatory touch know better. The characters in John
Cameron Mitchell's sweet, heartfelt, funny and incredibly hot film Shortbus know better. And the men I
spent a Sunday afternoon with at the New York Jacks a few weeks ago clearly
knew better.
To be fair to queer theorists, theologians, and
pornographers alike: it's a tall order to write about a sexual experience of
one's own in a way that's analytical and reverent and hot.
There's no better word than generosity to describe what happens
when a roomful of men drop down into the lively possibilities of our bodies,
stop searching for the ideal partner, smile in welcome at each other, and open
up to treating those we meet in the moment with respect and delight. Generosity
accepts the interest and affection of men who'd never turn one's head in a bar.
Generosity creates safety for us to stop judging ourselves against impossible
standards of air-brushed beauty. Generosity gives us space to be a little
goofy, and to stop masking our longing behind a defensive screen of attitude. Generosity
is love directed not just to a circle of friends and lovers, but to a random
sample of humanity. Generosity is patient. Generosity is kind. Generosity is
not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It is not irritable or resentful.
Generosity is willling to experience all things, hopes all things. Generosity
never ends.
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