Safe sex, gay banking and all that hooplah

Last week, a new reader sent me the following email:

Dear GB,

I've only started to read your blog over the past few days so apologies if you've already answered this; I'm a twenty-year-old from Manchester.

I don't condemn your activities at all (in fact, I'd say they're probably the most healthiest [mentally] that any couple should have); however I do still wonder about how you tackle (pardon the ... er ... pun) the issue of safe sex, HIV etc?

I presume in sauna-type circumstances condoms are unlikely to be drawn from between the pursuers butt cheeks.

Do you get regular testings?

Feel free to post this on the site, but I'd appreciate if you left it anonymous.

Kind Regards,

The title of the email was "Safe sex, gay banking and all that hooplah" which I thought was a great title, so I've borrowed it for this posting!

Since I became a blogger, I have done a few postings about HIV and safe sex, for example here and here and here. None the less, the last posting on this subject was well over a year ago, so I thought that it would be worth airing the issues again because it's an important subject.

Anyone who asks the kind of questions that this reader is asking presumably knows the basic rule, namely that one should avoid getting the other guy's cum in one's orifices. Hence one should use condoms, so that when the other guy cums, his cum stays in the condom to be thrown away later.

I like the reader's idea that in a gay sauna, a guy with tight butt cheeks could keep a condom held there, in case he needed it :-). In reality, condoms are usually available in gay saunas. At the very least, condoms are often found in the lockers where one leaves one's clothes. However, I've also been in saunas where condoms are available in the private cubicles, which has the advantage that they don't need to carried around. Additionally, rather than needing to rely on keeping one's buttocks clenched, I can recall that in one sauna that I've been to there was a tiny pouch attached to the locker key. The pouch was intended to carry a condom and lube, and since one has to carry the key anyway, carrying the condom too was no extra hassle.

It's actually been a while since I visited a gay sauna. I think the last time was probably just before Christmas 2008, when I had a bit of time to kill before meeting lapsed blogger HBH for a Christmas meal at Oxo Tower in the evening. So after work, I went to relax at Pleasuredrome, because it's less than ten minutes walk from there to Oxo Tower. It had also been quite a while since my previous visit, so while I was getting changed, I was amused to see that they'd introduced a system to try and help guys find the right kind of partner. Some posters in the changing rooms explained the system:

Can't find what you're looking for? Let us help you cruise! Pleasuredome Cruising Bands. Is he Arthur, Martha, or piggy in the middle?

and on the poster where three designs of cruising bands. The 'Arthurs' were meant to carry a light blue cruising band, the 'Marthas' were meant to carry a yellow cruising band, and for the 'piggies in the middle' there were bands with blue and yellow stripes! I don't remember seeing many guys using the bands though, so I'm not sure it caught on.

Another thing that the reader mentions is HIV testing. I blogged about one of my visits to a sexual health clinic back in 2005. I definitely think it's good to get regular checkups, and the more guys that one meets for fun, the more regular I think the checkups should be. Which reminds me, it's been just over two years since my last visit so I'm definitely going to make an appointment at my local clinic in the very near future!

Do any other readers have any thoughts that could help this young reader?

Old friends

"So how was your evening?" asks the black taxi driver, once I've told him where I want to go. His accent is immediately recognisable. He's Chinese.

"I just had supper with an old school friend who I hadn't seen for more than 25 years!" I reply.

"Amazing," says the cabbie, "did you just meet him again in the street?"

"It was through facebook actually! I suddenly got a friend invite from this guy who I used to be friends with when I was 11 years old :-). I wouldn't have recognised him if I'd just seen him in the street."

Seeing him smiling at me the mirror, I realise that this is quite an unusual situation.

"You're Chinese aren't you?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Yes, why?"

"I don't think I've ever had a Chinese black taxi driver before. And I take a lot of taxis!"

"There are a few of us around :-)."

"So are you from Hong Kong?"

"Yes, originally," he replies, "but I live over here now. Of course, I've still got family back in Hong Kong."

We chat briefly about London and Hong Kong but soon, perhaps because we're getting on quite well, he asks me another question.

"So are you married?"

"No, but I've got a boyfriend :-)," I answer casually, "and actually, he's Asian!"

He seems slightly surprised and excited by my answer, and soon we're chatting about gay life in London.

"Do you ever go out?" he asks, rather cryptically.

"You mean to gay venues? Yes sometimes! We went to Heaven last year :-). But we don't need to go cruising, so when we go out we don't usually feel the need to go to gay places!"

"Actually, my brother is gay," he says finally, explaining his interest. "He asks me what the gay places are like over here."

"Well I think that London is quite a good place to be gay :-)."

"So why didn't you take your boyfriend to meet you old friend tonight?"

"Well, after 25 years I wasn't sure whether we'd still get on with each other!"

"And did you?"

"Yes, mostly, although we don't have very much in common any more. And he smokes :-(. I hardly know anyone who still smokes these days. But it was interesting that he thought I hadn't changed much. I'm not sure whether after 25 years that's a good thing or not, I mean, I'd like to think that experience has made me a better person than I was when I was 11! Anyway, has anything like that ever happened to you, meeting up with a very long lost friend?"

"Not yet," replies the cabbie, "but maybe it will. I joined facebook recently!"

We continue chatting casually for the rest of the journey, but soon we're back at my house and I'm paying the fare.

Later it occurs to me that suddenly meeting up with old friends like this won't happen to the generation of my nephew and niece, because as long as facebook is around, they'll all be permanently connected with their school friends. My nephew already has over 700 facebook friends and he's still at school!

Perhaps it'll be better like that, because if your old friends are always available online, one won't suddenly feel the need to meet up with any of them again. In my case, although it was absolutely fascinating, it was also slightly difficult because we'd grown apart a lot.

Do any other readers have any similar experiences, meeting up with old friends after 25+ years?

Swim ad is pants

Have a look at this. It's hard to imagine that the swimwear company and the advertising company didn't notice it before the advert was published...

Don’t ask … ahh … too late!

A few days ago, I received the email below from a American Iraq war veteran who's in his mid 20's. The email is about the American military's Don't Ask Don't Tell policy, which prohibits discourages gay men and women from serving in the American armed forces. That policy is likely to be in the news in the coming months, because it looks like the current law might finally be repealed this year.

In most of the rest of the Western world, this issue has already been dealt with. The Dutch lifted their ban on gays in the military in 1974, Australia and Canada followed in 1992, although it wasn't until 2000 that the UK caught up. The only EU member where gays are still prohibited in the military is Greece, which is slightly bizarre because gay soldiers were common in ancient Greece!

The guy who sent me the email has actually written a book about his experiences in Iraq. Looking at his web site and the description of his book, as far as I can tell he's straight. None the less, he's comes out strongly in favour of repealing Don't Ask Don't Tell, as he explains below:

My name is Michael Anthony. I am an Iraq war veteran and having spent six years in the Army, at the age of twenty-three, I have spent more than a quarter of my life in service to the United States. I have four older brothers and an older sister, all of whom have been in the military: Air Force, Marines and Army. My father and both my grandfathers were in the military.

Hailing originally for a small sheltered town just south of Boston Massachusetts, I say this in all earnestness: the only gay people I know have all been in the military. This is not a joke or some talking point, it's literal. Generals, Commanders and Civilians can talk all they want, but the fact of the matter is, the only gay friends I've had have all been in the military, in fact, my only experience of gay people (outside of the military) is when I once watched and episode of the TV show Will and Grace (it was kind of funny).

For the policy known as DADT, there is one thing people often forget. People forget that the policy doesn’t preclude gay people from entering the military it just precludes them from talking about their homosexuality. In short, someone can be gay in the military; they just can't talk about being gay in the military.

If people are already in the military and gay—from my former unit alone I know close to a dozen—what is it that people are afraid will happen with the repeal of DADT? Are people afraid that the day after DADT is rescinded; gay soldiers are going to walk in wearing a feather boa and buttless fatigues? The uniform policy will still be in effect so we can cross that option out. Are people afraid that it's going to hurt troop morale? The military suicide rate is at a thirty year high having consistently risen for the past five years, with eighteen veterans killing themselves everyday (according to the Veteran's Association) so it seems like it can't get any worse.

With everything said, there is a negative aspect to repealing DADT. Having been in the military all my adult years, my peer group is filled with Iraq and Afghanistan war veterans. Several of these war veterans having done two or three tours, have sworn that they will never go back to Iraq or Afghanistan. Upon further questioning on how they plan to get out deployment if called, their answer is simple: "don't ask, don't tell," expounding further, they say that if they're called up, they will simply kiss a member of the same sex—in front of their commander. So how is repealing DADT going to affect the military? The answer is simple. My friends who jokingly suggested using DADT as a way to get out of a deployment are now stuck going to Iraq or Afghanistan!

BRANDON8 MAKES QUALITY SOLO VIDEOS

It's not every day that you come across a well-made video on XTube. User Brandon8, though, has done just that. In fact, he's made four. I'm betting it has something to do with the fact that he used a real video camera, rather than a webcam or a phonecam. On top of that, it feels like he actually considered lighting.

East Africa

"I'm not racist," says my friend, "after all, I've got an African boyfriend. But I do think that their culture is a bit screwed up. For example, I can think of six different Swahili words for arse fucking!"

Both myself and boyfriend T burst out laughing. We've come out to dinner with an old friend of mine who lives in Africa for part of the year, and it's quite interesting listening to what he has to say.

"But in English there are quite a few words for arse fucking as well," I point out, "Anal sex, buggery, rear entry, and so on."

"I suppose so," answers my friend, "but in Africa, in the villages near my house, they completely obsessed with it. A rumour started recently that there was a vampire in the area, and everyone went mad. It's not blood sucking that they're worried about. They all believe that vampires will put you into a trance and then fuck you up the arse!"

"You're joking surely?" I reply, slightly shocked, "and these people really believe it?"

"Absolutely they do! But there's a way to prevent a vampire from fucking your arse. You have to go to sleep on your hands and knees, with your naked arse stuck up in the air. Any vampire that sees that will be sure that it's a trick, to try and catch him, so he'll leave you alone! When the vampire rumour started recently, there were all these people wandering around looking tired and with sore limbs, from where they'd been trying to sleep with their arse in the air."

"Does this mean that they're all obsessed with the idea of gay sex too?" I ask.

"It's a taboo subject, but in reality there's a lot of it going on."

"Really?"

"Well, typically the men don't get married until their late 20's. But a lot of the young women don't like sex before marriage, because they don't want to have babies out of wedlock, and they don't trust their men to use condoms. So in their early 20's, some of the guys will basically fuck each other."

"It would be interesting to visit you there sometime," says boyfriend T, fascinated by what he's been hearing.

"Well you're both more than welcome :-)," replies my friend enthusiastically, "but if you end up one morning in a trance and with a sore bottom, don't say that I didn't warn you!"

Happy Valentines Day!