World News Brief

Iraqi: police torture gays with anal superglue

Police are torturing gay Iraqis to death by gluing their anuses shut and inducing diarrhea, according to reports emerging from Iraq.The reports, which originate from the Emirates-based media network Al-Arabiya, indicate that some captured gay men are having a type of super-glue squirted into their anuses. The glue bonds skin instantly and requires surgery to remove. The gay man is then allegedly forced to drink a liquid that induces diarrhea, causing a slow and agonising death.Cellphone videos of the torture deaths are reportedly circulating throughout Iraq. Shiite Muslim leaders recently issued a decree declaiming homosexuals and Sunni leaders have been broadcasting calls for the murder of gay men.The superglue claim comes from a report by Emirates-based media network Al-Arabiya. An Iraqi police official says there is "no evidence for these crimes" and "we do not know the motives of the killers and we do not know the intentions of those killed.” The International Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission is unable to substantiate the claims through independent sources. The Los Angeles Times reports that posters have appeared in Baghdad's Sadr City suburbs threatening the lives of homosexuals.Iraqi gay rights activists claim at least 60 gay men have been killed in their country so far this year. Meanwhile, the BBC has recently reported on what it headlines "the lives of hell" lived by gay men in Iraq.

NZ: Young gay composer earns big cash award

Auckland-based 27-year old gay composer and music teacher Samuel Holloway has won a prestigious developmental award worth $12,000.
The Australasian Performing Right Association (APRA) gives out only three such awards in New Zealand, with Holloway impressing the judging committee with his creativity in his classical compositions.
"He is a creative spark and a free thinker, who has an absolute commitment to classical music," APRA noted.
Holloway's musical work has been performed by prominent artists and ensembles, including the NZ Trio, 175 East, the Luxembourg Sinfonietta and the NZ Symphony Orchestra. He has also received numerous other awards highlighting his outstanding work, most notably in Hong Kong where he was awarded first prize in the 2007 ACL Young Composer Competition for his work Stapes.


Thailand: Thai school offers transgender toilet

Between the girls' and boys' toilets in northern Thailand's Kampang Secondary School is an extra toilet signposted with a half-man, half-woman icon.
13-year-old Triwate Phamanee told the BBC: "We're not boys, so we don't want to use the boys' toilet - we want them to know we are transsexuals."Installed after headteacher Sitisak Sumontha discovered that each year between 10-20% of his male students consider themselves transgender, the toilets have won national awards for cleanliness.

A video on this story from the BBC is on the link below.
Related Links: BBC story


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New Zealand's Queer Film Festival



Queer films have the power to remind us of who we are, to inform and transform people both in and outside of our communities, to bring people together to celebrate queer culture and to advance the movement for equal rights...

Auckland - Starting on Thursday 21st May 2009

Wellington - Starting on Thursday 28th May 2009

Christchurch - Starting on Thursday 04 June 2009


Out-takes thank the support of

Paperback: Desert Sons

Desert Sons (2001) 350 Pages

Author: Mark Kendrick

SYNOPSIS: Scott Faraday is sixteen and has no idea that his world is about to radically change. Scott is fun-loving, in a small-town rock band, and out-but only to a select few.
Isolated in a high desert town, Scott doesn't know anyone else who is gay. When Ryan St. Charles, a troubled 17-year-old, moves to Yucca Valley, Scott's world tilts on its axis.
Ryan is a brash seventeen-year-old who has just severed a long relationship with a man, but still considers himself straight. As Scott and Ryan's friendship develops, Scott begins to suspect that Ryan might be covering up that he's gay. When Scott comes out to Ryan, their friendship is transformed into his first real relationship.
Tightly focused on these two characters, Desert Sons follows the thoughts and emotion of the ups and downs of a young adult gay relationship. Filled with first-time wonder, teenage angst, and the swirl of emotions that can only be expressed by youth, readers are pulled headlong into a highly-charged drama.

On Film: Schoolboy Crush

Schoolboy Crush (2007)
A.K.A.: Boys Love Gekijo Ban

Cast: Atsumi Kanno,
Kazunori Tani,
Yoshikazu Kotani,
Yuuki Kawakubo

Director: Kohtaro Terauchi


SYNOPSIS: When a schoolteacher discovers that the beguiling teen prostitute he once hired is now a student at his school, a scandalous series of events, queer schoolboy drama and lots of nearly-naked shower room scenes ensue. Schoolboy Crush is a Japanese animated film come to life.

REVIEW: Devastated over a failed relationship, handsome schoolteacher Kairu hires gorgeous young hustler Sora to console him one night. That would seem to be that, until Sora shows up in Kairu’s class at his elite boy’s school. As petulant as he is hot -- and that’s pretty darned so -- Sora is smitten with this former john and pursues Kairu, much to the teacher’s chagrin and horror. As a game of erotic pursuit gains momentum, Kairu’s lovestruck nerdy roommate joins the fray with the hots for Kairu. So does the sinister campus bully, whose secret intimate connection to at least one other student could spark tragedy for all involved. From the same folks who brought us the guilty-pleasure melodrama Boy’s Love comes this all-new yet thematically similar gay romance inspired by Japanese “BL” (boy love) comics. This one is even more naughty, explicit and a bit demented, boasting substantial eye candy and more nearly-naked shower scenes than you could throw a towel at. You’ll absolutely love Schoolboy Crush. (Japanese with English subtitles).


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WorldNEWS: signs to 'warn visitors' about gay cruising spots

Dutch park unveils signs to 'warn visitors' about gay cruising spots

A park in the southwest of Amsterdam has put up signs indicating areas where gay men are allegedly known to have sex so no one will be caught unaware.
Manon Koffiijberg, a municipal spokeswoman, told Agence France-Presse: "There are various groups of users of the park; people with small children who bathe on the beaches, those who walk their dogs, gays cruising and nature lovers.
"Things are arranged so that each group can relax in their own area without intruding on each other."
“The signs clearly indicate what is happening in each zone; also those where gay men are known to practice 'cruising'."
"If you don't want to be confronted by a vision of that sort, the signs allow you to avoid specific areas," said Ms Koffijberg.
The De Oeverlanden park in Slotervaart, is known as a popular spot for gay men from all over the Netherlands and elsewhere in Europe to find sex partners.
Ms Koffijberg maintains that though public sex is indeed illegal, the park had turned a blind eye for so long that it has become "gedoog".
Gedoog is a Dutch word for tolerating unwanted behaviour.
Cruisers tend to keep their sexual activities to the confines of the bushes in the park and the new signs have been erected to ensure that unwitting visitors do not accidently stray into the areas.
Recently there have been reports of gay bashing in the Slotervaart area, which is populated by a large group of Muslim immigrants. Reports of robberies and violence against gay men in De Oeverlanden park are rife.

News-source: PINK News

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~ Slice of life ~

Now I thought I was reading wrong with this one, but had to check out the link and see for myself.

Why Masturbate? Why Masturbate-a-thon?
Despite great strides in sex-positive education, masturbation for many remains a taboo subject. We believe:
Masturbation is the safest sex.
More masturbation means more sexual self-awareness.
Masturbation with a partner can be educational and hot.

When?
Saturday, May 2, 2009
General Performers & Admission: 3:00 pm - 10:00 pm Longevity
Competitors: 12:00 pm until the record is broken!

Birth Of National Masturbation Month
In 1995, Good Vibrations invented National Masturbation Month in protest of the firing of Clinton appointed U.S. Surgeon General Dr. Joycelyn Elders. Elders lost favor in the administration when she responded to questions about safer sex by saying that "Masturbation is something that perhaps should be taught." Elders' statement was both practical and supported by sex-positive sex educators everywhere. The folks at Good Vibrations realized that the conservative factors that booted Elders from office were making sex less safe and fun by making masturbation seem shameful. And what better way to make masturbation more visible and accessible than to give it its own month of fun events and education?
Why did they choose May for this blessed month? Because "the merry, merry month of May" has long been seen as symbolizing sexual awakening. Also, because "May" and "masturbation" both start with "M" -- it's nice and alliterative!

Since its inception National Masturbation Month has been written about far and wide. Almost 10,000 articles show up in a Google search. Some are critical and embarrassed, but most spread the word about the joys of this fun solo sport. Good Vibrations has continued to support this worthy cause, creating a Masturbation Hall-Of-Fame where you can find the everyone from Betty Dodson, Carol Queen, and Joani Blank to Jamie Lee Curtis and Claire Danes: educators or celebrities who've helped make the world a little more masturbation-positive.


2009 Masturbate-a-thon Competitions
Longest Squirt Distance: An area will be set up so that participants can compete for longest squirting/ejaculation distance. This will be a mixed gender event and whoever goes the fluid distance wins! This contest will be held at 7 pm.
Longest Time Spent Masturbating:
How long can people masturbate? Well, the current record is over 8 hours. Bend your gender expectations; that participant was 100% male. Winners will be awarded in as many gender categories as are appropriate.
Most Orgasms: Multiple orgasms aren't just for females. The Masturbate-a-Thon record for most male orgasms is 6! Of course, women are a little ahead in this game with a record of 49 orgasm in a single masturbate-a-thon event. Wow! Men, women and any other declared gender category will compete for their own multi-orgasmic titles.
Tag Team Fun: This is a tag team race like you have never seen. Team members tag each other for a place change in the masturbation arena.





The Event Records (Incase you like to try at home to "beat" them)

The winner of "Longest Time Spent Masturbating/Male" (and also the World Record Holder in this category!) is Mr. Masanobu Sato -- representing the Tenga company, and visiting from Tokyo, Japan! (We believe Mr. Sato will be back on May 2, 2009 to defend his record. Mr. Sato masturbated for 9 hours and 33 minutes.

The winner of "Longest Time Spent Masturbating/Female" is Ms. Kitty Kat! And she wore her cute little kitty ears the entire time! Ms. Kat masturbated for 7 hours and 6 minutes.

The winner of "Most Orgasms/Male" is Michael Hariprem -- at 31 climaxes! This is a world record!

The winner of "Most Orgasms/Female" is our voluptuous Featured Masturbator, Lady Monster, who came 20 times!

The winner of "Longest Distance Come to Come" is Morihiro Taneichi from Tokyo -- within the US, it's Ted from Hackettstown, New Jersey!

For more details or to get an entry form ... lol
check out Masturbate-a-thon


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Matthew Shepard (December 1, 1976 – October 12, 1998)

Matthew Shepard, oldest son of Dennis Shepard and Judy Shepard, was born in Casper, Wyoming on December 1, 1976. He attended Crest Hill Elementary School, Dean Morgan Junior High, and the first two years of high school at Natrona County High School. He was a member of St. Mark's Episcopal Church. Shepard spent his junior and senior years of high school at The American School In Switzerland. After graduating in 1995, he attended Catawba College and Casper College before he relocated to Denver. Shepard then became a first-year political science major at the University of Wyoming and was chosen as the student representative for the Wyoming Environmental Council.
He was described by his parents as "...an optimistic and accepting young man [who] had a special gift of relating to almost everyone. He was the type of person who was very approachable and always looked to new challenges. Matthew had a great passion for equality and always stood up for the acceptance of people's differences."
However, Shepard faced his own inner battle. During a high school trip to Morocco he was beaten and raped causing him to withdraw and experience bouts of depression and panic attacks, according to his mother Judy Shepard. A friend of Shepard feared his depression caused him to become involved in the local drug scene during his time in college.


Shortly after midnight on October 7, 1998, 21-year-old Shepard met McKinney and Henderson in a bar. McKinney and Henderson offered Shepard a ride in their car. Subsequently, Shepard was robbed, pistol whipped, tortured, tied to a fence in a remote, rural area, and left to die. McKinney and Henderson also found out his address and intended to rob his home. Still tied to the fence, Shepard was discovered eighteen hours later by Aaron Kreifels, who at first thought that Shepard was a scarecrow. At the time of discovery, Shepard was still alive, but in a coma.
Shepard suffered a fracture from the back of his head to the front of his right ear. He had severe brain stem damage, which affected his body's ability to regulate heart rate, body temperature and other vital signs. There were also about a dozen small lacerations around his head, face and neck. His injuries were deemed too severe for doctors to operate. Shepard never regained consciousness and remained on full life support. As he lay in intensive care, candlelight vigils were held by the people of Laramie.
He was pronounced dead at 12:53 A.M. on October 12, 1998 at Poudre Valley Hospital in Fort Collins.
Police arrested McKinney and Henderson shortly thereafter, finding the bloody gun as well as the victim's shoes and wallet in their truck.
The two men had attempted to get their girlfriends to provide alibis.

The prosecutor in the case charged that McKinney and Henderson pretended to be gay in order to gain Shepard's trust to rob him.
During the trial, Chastity Pasley and Kristen Price (the pair's then-girlfriends) testified under oath that Henderson and McKinney both plotted beforehand to rob a gay man. McKinney and Henderson then went to the Fireside Lounge and selected Shepard as their target. McKinney alleged that Shepard asked them for a ride home. After befriending him, they took him to a remote area of Laramie where they robbed him, beat him severely (media reports often contained the graphic account of the pistol whipping and his smashed skull), and tied him to a fence with a rope from McKinney's truck. Shepard begged for his life. Both girlfriends also testified that neither McKinney nor Henderson was under the influence of drugs at the time. The beating was so severe that the only areas on Shepard's face that were not covered in blood were those where his tears had washed the blood stains away.
Henderson pleaded guilty on April 5, 1999, and agreed to testify against McKinney to avoid the death penalty; he received two consecutive life sentences. The jury in McKinney's trial found him guilty of felony murder. As it began to deliberate on the death penalty, Shepard's parents brokered a deal, resulting in McKinney receiving two consecutive life terms without the possibility of parole.

Henderson and McKinney were incarcerated in the Wyoming State Penitentiary in Rawlins but were transferred to other prisons due to overcrowding.

The anti-gay Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kansas, led by Fred Phelps, picketed Shepard's funeral as well as the trial of his assailants, displaying signs with slogans such as "Matt Shepard rots in Hell", "AIDS Kills Fags Dead" and "God Hates Fags". When the Wyoming Supreme Court ruled that it was legal to display any sort of religious message on city property if it was legal for Casper's Ten Commandments display to remain, Phelps attempted and failed to gain city permits in Cheyenne and Casper to build a monument "of marble or granite 5 or 6 feet (1.8 m) in height on which will be a bronze plaque bearing Shepard's picture and the words: "MATTHEW SHEPARD, Entered Hell October 12, 1998, in Defiance of God's Warning: 'Thou shalt not lie with mankind as with womankind; it is abomination.

As a counterprotest during Henderson's trial, Romaine Patterson, a friend of Shepard's, organized a group of individuals who assembled in a circle around the Phelps group wearing white robes and gigantic wings (resembling angels) that blocked the protesters. Police had to create a human barrier between the two protest groups. While the organization had no name in the initial demonstration, it has since been ascribed various titles, including 'Angels of Peace' and 'Angel Action'. The fence to which Shepard was tied and left to die became an impromptu shrine for visitors, who left notes, flowers, and other mementos. It has since been removed by the land owner.

Many musicians, including Melissa Etheridge, Tori Amos, and Elton John, and the bands Trivium, Thursday, and Protest the Hero, have written and recorded songs about the murder. Three narrative films and a documentary were made about Shepard: The Laramie Project, "The Matthew Shepard Story", "Anatomy of a Hate Crime", and "Laramie Inside Out". "The Laramie Project" is also often performed as a play. The play involves recounts of interviews with citizens of the town of Laramie ranging from a few months after the attack to a few years after. The play is designed to display the town's reaction to the crime.

In the years following Shepard's death, his mother Judy has become a well-known advocate for LGBT rights, particularly issues relating to gay youth. She is a prime force behind the Matthew Shepard Foundation, which supports diversity and tolerance in youth organizations.

Matthew should never be forgotten and his death should never have been in vain.

RIP Matthew Shepard


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- On film "The man in the Lighthouse"

ANG LALAKE SA PAROLA (The Man in the Lighthouse)

A recent gay themed movie released in the Philippines which was interestingly tagged as ‘the most daring gay film in Philippines”. It has only been screened in Philippines, which explains for the relatively low international hype.

From UPFI yahoo-group This digital feature is a homoerotic journey in finding one’s true self. Mateo (Harry Laurel) has been searching for his father (Richard Quan) who left when he was five. His search leads him to Lobo, Batangas only to discover that his father is in Dubai. Awaiting his father’s return, Mateo works as the caretaker of Lobo’s lighthouse. Here, he meets Jerome (Justin de Leon), a gay man from the city. What ensues soon after the meeting is the beginning of his homoerotic journey.
As this new friendship develops, Suzet (Jennifer Lee), Mateo’s girlfriend continues to struggle for his love and attention. What begins as a search for one’s father evolves into a search for one’s self. Will Mateo, in the midst of his conservative rural community, cross the thin line between being straight and being gay? This story is a search for oneself as seen through the lens of rural homosexuality, myths and fairies and the lies that people create to escape the bitter realities of life.

XXX Story

He had his way with me

I was driving down what can best be described as a remote secondary highway when I came up to a rest stop about 10 miles from the nearest town. The area was thick forest and spruce. It was a fall day but a nice day that was not to hot or to cool.
I pulled in and got out of the car to stretch and relieve myself. I had just come back from the bathroom when an older gentleman approached me and started and bit of a conversation. He was about 5' 10" and slim and a nice smile and friendly looking face around 65 or so.
He had a way about him that sort of had me captivated and I'm still not sure why.
But, he kept asking questions and making small talk and I kept answering and smiling back.
Anyway, what seemed like out of the blue he asked me if I would like to come with him a short

way back into the forest and he could show me a scenic outlook with waterfalls and over looking a river? I followed him like a little puppy. He was absolutely right as the overlook was beautiful. As I stood there he simply reached over and cupped my cock and balls with his hand and asked if he could "do something for me?"(Originally written, the following statement is bull sh—as I had many,many encounters in my youth and in truth, this account was my initial"reawakening" if you will.)

Although I admit I had thought about it, wondered about it, even had a fantasy or two about it, I had never had man-to-man sex. (The following is very true). But, as soon as he touched me he had me. My knees went weak and I became so aroused that I at that very moment totally gave into him (all those old feelings and memories came rushing back to me with that first touch and my mind went into a whirl ofconfusion with the lust I was feeling at that very moment winning over any other thoughts that could have even possibly running through my head and) he, from that moment on, had me. I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to --and I didn't want to. He then had his way with me - I guess everything he wanted which, was, well pretty much everything you want from man sex. He knew the area and he lead me to a bit of a clearing back away and backed me up against a tree with his hands all over me. He found out my weakness quick (as he undid andopened my shirt pushing it off my shoulders more or less trapping my armsto my side and then attacking my bare chest) - sucking and licking all around my nipples I went into a state of total submission and to my surprise, he had me stripped in what seemed like no time. He sucked me for a bit and had me ready to cum but then stood, put has hands on my shoulders and I knew it was my turn on my knees.
(BS again as this was a long waysfrom my "first" time but it had been quite a few years since my last timeand I wanted this, oh ya I wanted to go down and )

I went down on him andfound I really loved his cock, not overly big but with a lovely mushroom head and hard oh so smooth and it was almost surreal the way I was drawn tohis lovely cock. It was like my dream fantasy coming true and I knew Iwanted - no needed him in my mouth. He was coaxing me through my first ever (reawakened that is) experience of cock sucking and I became a quick andeager student, I couldn't do enough for him.
He totally turned me, a 20 something married man into his on my knees, naked, bottom boy cock lover. And it wasn't long before I tasted my first load of man cum - and lovedit.
(Loved it? I'm being honest here and I now knew I wanted more, way more but)
He was done for a while then. As this was like 10 am he said to meet him back there at 1:30. Later, I was feeling guilty at what I had done wondering how I was seducedso easily into man sex (again after all these years and) as I said, I'm amarried man, so, made no commitment as I think I was still stunned by it all, but, as I still didn't cum I found I was horny again in about an hour and yes I was back at 1:30. (Truth is I was back there by noon hoping maybethis wasn't just an isolated incident and that maybe I had stumbled on thelocal meeting place for men.)(It didn't happen but he showed up as promisedand soon I was ...)

Back in the same spot, naked again. (He took great pleasure stripping meand I took just as much pleasure letting him) This time he brought a blanket and was wanting much more. He got all he wanted. He was dominantman and made me his pussy. I don't know what he had on me but couldn't say no. I also couldn't believe I let this happen so fast. He showed me what it was like to become a man's pussy I guess. (Again, to be honest here Ialready knew what it was like to be a "man's" pussy boy submissive and Ihad had time now to ponder what may happen and it was everything I hoped itwould be.)

He laid me on that blanket and worked me over pretty good. This time as he was sucking my cock he was also working my ass with his fingers. I could feel him using some sort of lube to loosen me up and this time he sucked me all the way and man did I cum. I shot about 2 weeks of pent up cum into him and when I was done I was so wasted I couldn't even move. But he could and in about 10 minutes time I found him pushing at my ass with his cock and me spreading myself to try to help him get in me. He had me face down with my ass arched up for him - again I couldn't believe Iwas allowing this, let alone helping him (re) bust my cherry and slide in me. It hurt at first but fortunately he wasn't that big and soon I was getting more and more good feelings as he slid himself further and further in me and I was now getting loose for him and pushing back to his inward thrusts.
(BS again but at first it did feel that way but oh those old memories and feelings came back to me and so soon that feeling of getting fucked again became my obsession and I needed this - )

Yes, I was getting fucked (again) for the first time in my (adult) life and when he started to pump me harder I knew he was going to cum in me and I couldn't and didn't stop him. I wanted to feel him shooting in me and when he did, his cum spraying his hot load deep into me I knew I was hooked on this feeling. I came with him again and I hadn't cum two times in that shot a time in years and I still wanted more even as I lay there with his cum running down between my legs. I lay there exhausted thinking, wondering how I became such a cock lover in so short a period of time. (Well, a reawakened cock-lover and I knew this wasn't going to be a one off as my weakness for cock was now back right where I had left off with maybe even more desire for it than before. These and more thoughts went through me as I lay there in the afterglow and let him feel me all over.
He kept saying how much he loved my nice smooth bubble ass and how he had never had a man with an ass that reminded him so much of his first wife and that he wanted more of it,which, I promised him he could have.) I was going to be working in the area for 3 - 4 days and see him again andyes again. I was also soon to learn he had an even older brother. I was soweak I became a slut for both of them -- I was so ashamed but now am unable to resist this man's cock. Now if I'm even within a 100 miles of there I'd detour over there to see him. Of course I now call ahead first. And that'show it all (re) began.

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I think the guy above is totally stunning,
the face and eyes, slight unsureness about
what he's doing... the classic boy next door look.
10 out of 10 for looks.

This guy has the WOW factor... for size.

This one, Well I just love blonds...



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Same-sex couples urged to hold hands in public

A new campaign aims to encourage same-sex couples to publicly and unashamedly hold hands.
A Day in Hand is asking people to upload photos of public, same-sex holding couples to their official website www.adayinhand.com, register with the site and continue to spread the concept.
Celebrities and public figures have been keen to get involved, with former London Mayoral candidate Brian Paddick supporting the campaign.
Straight people are being encouraged to join in with the campaign.
The group's founder, David Watkins said:
“We want straight people to hold hands with someone of their same gender in public, and describe how it made them feel.
"This is an inclusive event and involving straight people will support a wider understanding of this issue.
"You don’t have to be gay to object to homophobia and inequality. Hand-holding crosses gender, age, orientation and geographical borders. We want to show that LGBT people are relevant to everyone, and that we live and breathe in all communities."
A Day In Hand will launch at XXL Club in London on May 17th, the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia (IDAHO).

May 17th is A Day In Hand

ART or Porn...?

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On film: No Regret

SYNOPSIS:
One of the finest gay films to ever emerge from Asia, No Regret tells the story of a wealthy man who falls obsessively in love and lust with a poor artist who resorts to prostitution to support himself. No Regret is hauntingly erotic and splendidly lyrical.

3 REASONS TO BUY THIS FILM
One of the finest gay films to emerge from Asia
Intensely dramatic, No Regret is a fine portrait of obsession
By Asian standards, one of the most explicit gay films made.

REVIEW
Hauntingly erotic and splendidly lyrical, this new movie from South Korea is the leading film in a gorgeous wave of queer film to emerge from this previously repressive Asian country. Reportedly made for under $100,000, No Regret is made rich with its moving story of gay love and filmic expertise seldom seen in low budget cinema. Sumin (Young Hoon-Lee) is an orphan with ambitions. He works two jobs in order to study at art school and pay his bills. His night job is limo driver, day job at a factory. One night he picks up Jaemin (Han Lee), a young, very handsome drunken businessman at a bar and brings the man home. Jaemin, propositions the young driver who rebuffs his advances and simply tries to get the man home safely for the night. The next day at work Jaemin is part of a tour at Sumin’s factory and he spots the young man immediately. Unbeknownst to Sumin, Jaemin is the boss’s son and there is to a round of layoffs – Sumin is set to lose his position. Jaemin intervenes to save his new friend’s job, but Jaemin refuses the assistance. He’s poor but proud, not about to accept the favors of a wealthy man – favors that may have strings attached. Instead, out of desperation, Sumin takes a job at a high end hustler bar prostituting himself. Jaemin tracks Sumin to his new job and becomes obsessed with the young man. He pays for sex with Sumin and follows him around like a sick puppy dog.
With its heavy doses of gay eroticism and matter-of-fact treatment of homo themes, No Regret is a true breakthrough in Korean cinema. Not a walk in the park, this stunning Korean masterwork is sure to become a lasting classic. (Korean with English subtitles)

Questions with Answers

Question:
WHERE WAS THE MOST UNLIKELY PLACE YOU'VE EVER MASTURBATED?



Answers:

Wackiest Response:In a movie theater; no, wait — that was Pee Wee. Hmmmm...Did anyone ever claim to have masturbated in the bathroom or bedroom? Oh wait, never mind that one, either. Oh! Now I got it — how about while scuba diving? But I haven't done that. I guess the best I have to offer is in a tree fort. Just don't look up! - age 18, Florida

I was in a hotel and I wanted to masturbate, so I walked into the sauna, took off all of my clothes, and started to masturbate. - age 17, Illinois

At a BMX track out in a field. I was riding the track late one night and was horny as hell, so I decided that since no one was around, why wait until I get home?- age 18, Canada

A few years ago I used to deliver papers along the coast of a small fishing island. There was a small hut that was used to store fishing nets and stuff. One day I felt horny, so I popped inside and masturbated. It gave me a real rush to think I was doing it in a public place and could be caught at any moment. This resulted in a mind-blowing orgasm! - age 18, United Kingdom

Most people don't believe me, but this is true. A year or so ago, I just happened to be very horny while I was at Disneyland. So I started thinking, what ride would be the easiest to masturbate on? The answer came to me quickly — Pirates of the Caribbean. It moves slowly in the dark. When I got to the ride I asked to sit in the back row by myself, and they obliged. I put my jacket over my lap, whipped out my penis, and squeezed out a quick round onto some tissue before the ride was over. No one noticed. Everyone should try that when they visit the happiest place on earth. - age 17, California


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Gay Icons: Matthew Mitcham

Olympic champion Matthew Mitcham "proud" to be gay role model

Australian diver Matthew Mitcham has said he was "very surprised" that he was the only gay male athlete at the Beijing Olympics in August.
The 20 year old won a gold medal in the 10-metre platform event, beating the Chinese favourites.
"I was actually very surprised that I was the only 'out' male at the Olympic Games," he told The Age newspaper.
"It's a little bit sad because, statistically, there should be a lot more.
"But, you know what, it's each to one's own and I'm not going to pressure anybody to come out of the closet because it's their own choice.
"But I'm proud to be there and proud to be that one that lots of other people can look up to."
Mr Mitcham came out before the Games, but said that the subsequent publicity did not affect his performance in Beijing.
"It's always just me, I'm comfortable with myself," he said.
"At least it wasn't a surprise to everybody else.
"And I am glad that I did it before I went away, than afterwards because there have been a few coming out after the Olympic Games and I just wanted to be a bit different."
Despite intensive coverage of other gold medallist’s personal lives during the Games, US broadcaster NBC failed to mention Mitcham was gay, or show footage of the diver’s partner cheering him on and congratulating him after the win.
The network's head of Olympics later conceded that NBC had been at fault.
"We regret that we missed the opportunity to tell Matthew Mitcham's story," Gary Zenkel told AfterElton.com
"We apologise for this unintentional omission."
Of the 11,000 athletes from 204 nations, just 11 out LGB people, Mr Mithcam and ten lesbian or bisexual athletes, competed.

Source: PinkNews

Slice of LIFE: Most Americans want Gay penguins book banned

A children's book about two male penguins who adopt a baby chick is the book most Americans want banned, according to the American Library And Tango Makes Three by Justin Richardson and Peter Parnell has been slammed as anti-family, anti-religion and pro-gay.

The top ten list features the most challenged titles of 2008 and has been running for 20 years.
Deborah Caldwell-Stone, deputy director of the ALA's office for intellectual freedom, told the Guardian: "Books that address same-sex parenting, or same-sex relationships, are particularly prone to challenges in the US.
"In the case of And Tango Makes Three, there are many parents who believe it inappropriate to teach children anything at all about homosexual relationships, even in the form of a picture book about a true story."
Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy rose to second place over its violent scenes and religious viewpoint, while The Kite Runner, by Khaleed Hosseini, which features a 12-year-old boy being raped entered the list for the first time after being removed from some library shelves.
The books dropping out of this year's list included Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (criticised for racism), Alice Walker's The Color Purple (challenged for sexual content, homosexual content and offensive language) and Maya Angelou's I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (sexual content).
Ms Caldwell-Stone said: "While not every book is right for each reader, every reader has the right to choose reading materials for themselves and their families and should be able to find those materials in libraries, classrooms, and bookstores.
"Our goal is to protect one of our most precious fundamental rights - our freedom to read."
The ALA celebrates Banned Books Week every year in the last week of September.

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On FILM

On the Bus


SYNOPSISFun and sex-charged reality-style film that takes six cute gay guys and puts them on a road trip together.
REVIEWThis "Real World" style documentary follows a group of six sexy, young gay guys on their odyssey in an RV from West Hollywood to the Burning Man Festival, an annual event held in the Nevada desert. Director Lance Black (The Journey of Jared Price) assembles these cute guys (himself included) to make the journey and record what happens. There is Damon, a talented composer who didn't thrill the producers, but who certainly brings lots of wit, charm and good looks to the film; Jimmy, an Olympic diver with Platinum dyed hair who paints; Billy, the producer, is the token Jew on the bus, a fact he announces by creating a character "Jewy Jewstein" who interviews revelers at Burning Man; Jason, a former porn star known as Dean O'Connor - an adorable twinky who wants to have sex with all the boys; Charlie Kinsley, the "man" all these boys lust after; and the final passenger is Lance, the filmmaker.

The Burning Man Festival is a pagan event that celebrates love and life. The week-long party filled event, which merges the hippie and queer cultures, culminates in the burning of the tall wicker man in the center of the event. There's lots of wild costumes, fun at all hours, drugs and sex. Our boys have a great time and learn lots about their new friends. On the Bus offers lots of eye candy (even a few nude shots), some good laughs and very likable cast.

Year of Production: 2001
Run time: 95 min
Cast: Charlie Kinsley, Jason Webb
Director: Dustin Lance Black
Our Rating: 3 out of 5

Print Media: At Swim - Two Boys

At Swim, Two Boys

By: Jamie O'Neill

Set in Dublin, At Swim, Two Boys follows the year to Easter 1916, the time of Ireland's brave but fractured uprising against British rule. O'Neill tells the story of the love of two boys: Jim, a naive and reticent scholar and the younger son of the foolish aspiring shopkeeper Mr. Mack, and Doyler, the dark, rough-diamond son of Mr. Mack's old army pal. Doyler might once have made a scholar like Jim, might once have had prospects like Jim, but his folks sent him to work, and now, schoolboy no more, he hauls the parish midden cart, with socialism and revolution and willful blasphemy stuffed under his cap.
And yet the future is rosy, Jim's father is sure. His elder son is away fighting the Hun for God and the British Army, and he has such plans for Jim and their corner shop empire. But Mr. Mack cannot see that the landscape is changing, nor does he realize the depth of Jim's burgeoning friendship with Doyler. Out at the Forty Foot, that great jut of rock where gentlemen bathe in the scandalous nude, the two boys meet day after day. There they make a pact: Doyler will teach Jim to swim, and in a year, Easter 1916, they will swim the bay to the distant beacon of Muglins Rock and claim that island for themselves.
Ten years in the writing, At Swim, Two Boys has already caused a sensation in England and Ireland, earning lavish praise for its masterful portrayal of class, tradition, and the conflict that has haunted Ireland for centuries. Jamie O'Neill's poetic and evocative storytelling makes him a natural successor to James Joyce and Flann O'Brien.
At its heart, At Swim, Two Boys is a tender and tragic love story that will resonate with all readers. But it is also a compelling and important work, a novel about people caught up in the tide of history -- set in a place and culture both unfamiliar and unforgettable.

WINNER OF 2003 LAMBDA AWARD FOR GAY MEN'S FICTION

From: Scribner
Pages: 562
Softcover

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Blogger Review: "BoyOhBoi"

A new section for "Its a Gay-life" is Blogger review, each week I choose a blog and check it out for content, viewer comments and a few other things and give it a review....

Boy Oh Boi

Well the intro sounded good, " This weblog is a collection of photos of guys I consider to have a "Certain something".
Its pretty much just a pic blog/site, and has themed postings, like "Self Portrait Saturday", but there
wasn't anything that jumped out at me to say "WOW," great Blog.

I did notice that there were 145 Followers, so thats something going boy-oh-bois way.
There isn't to much in the way of communication from visitors, but thats something most blogs seem to suffer (Most just lurk, view, take and leave).
The eye candy is ok, age range is 16-25 years, mostly guys self pic's, but there isn't a shortage of eye candy, so if you have a spare hour you would be quiet pleased with what you find/see.

Out of 10, I'd give Boy-ohBoi a 6 for pictures and a 3 for communication, and sadly a Zero for informative content.

Buts its well worth a visit and amoung the many posted pic's there are some real honeys.

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My new Friend Zun

"It does not work, this spelling check," Zun said as he pointed to his paper. There were several words circled in red and a note about spelling in the border. It sounded as though the instructor were as up set about itas Zun.I took the paper from him and saw the reason for the mistakes. "No, spell check doesn't always catch everything. You can't rely on it; you have to proof everything," I explained. Because of the look of confusion on his face, I explained one of the limitations of the computer age.
Zun was actually doing very well - a lot better than I would have done if our positions had been reversed. He was an exchange student from China, an entering freshman at my college and a resident on the floor for which I was Resident Assistant. I think it was because of that sign on my door he had first begun to ask me questions. I was a sophomore English major, and I was only too glad to answer some of his questions. After a month of this, it had begun to be a pretty regular thing, his knocking on my door with another question about writing, grammar, spelling, vocabulary. I didn't actually mind it. In fact, we had gotten to know each other a bit. He was rather uncertain of himself in an American setting, though excited about the opportunity. He had spent a year after the equilivent of high school at a special school in preparation for American studies.

So, he was actually my own age - I had recently turnedover a "19" on my odometer. His name was actually spelled "Xun" he had told me, but he spelled it with a "Z" to help people pronounce it correctly. He was the oldest son of an apparently well-to-do family; his father was some kind of businessman. It was his father who encouraged him to study in America. "Look," I said, as I motioned for him to sit on the bed next to my desk. (As an RA I have a single room, but it's merely half the size of a room fortwo, so there isn't much in it!) "I can see that it might help you to get a little tutoring in English. Don't misunderstand me; you speak and writeunbelievably well - lots better than I would be able to speak and write Chinese. But right now, the beginning of your studies here, would be a better time to work on it than later. Would you be interested?"He asked about cost, schedule and other things, so I sent him to the office which dealt with such things. I knew he was very serious about his studies, and I admired him for that. He was a very attractive, very intelligent guy, and I knew he would do well. The next afternoon he came into my room (knocking first, of course, even though the door was open) and reported on his effort.
"I said to her I would like you to tutor me," he said, with a small smile."Me? But I'm not a tutor. I mean, I'm not in that program. They have students who have signed up for it, part of their work-study arrangement.""Yes. She told me that. But I said I know you. You are a good student, student of English. She tell me to ask you if you will do it and to see her. Please."Well, that's how I got my new job. I got myself registered and approved, discovered I would be paid $18 an hour by the university, and was rather pleased about it. Now for some honesty here. I was happy for a reason to spend more time with Zun.

I've mentioned that he is very attractive.

I didn't mention that I'm verygay. I am a very straight-acting guy whom no one at home suspects (except a few high school buddies with whom I'd experienced some sex). And no one here suspects for the simple reason that I have done nothing here at all in the sex department. Unless you count jacking off. That, actually, was asignificant bonus to being an RA; I could close the door and get private with my privates whenever I wanted. In the shower room, it was not only"look but don't touch;" it was "look but not much or they'll know." The previous year, my freshman year, had been agony. I found myself sovery attracted to the guys here, not just the ones in the dorm but guys in classes, in the library, in the dining hall. The place was crawling with beautiful, beautiful bodies. And the dorm positively reeked of sex. I knew that virtually all of the 18 guys on my floor jacked off. I never caught my first year roommate (not a very nice guy, by the way), but I'm sure the stalls and showers were used for it regularly. That's the way I used them, anyway. The only time I ever jacked off in my room last year was when my roomie was safely home for the weekend (which was pretty frequently, thank goodness) and I could get naked and play as much as I wanted. That's one of the primary reasons I applied to be an RA -- the single room.
I am not a sex fiend. I've sucked and been sucked, but I've never even done any fucking, for god's sake! I am just a normal recently-turned-19-year-old who feels his hormones. In fact, I've been pretty pleased with the way I've been able to handle myself on campus. No one knows a thing. The only problem with that is that I am getting nothing. It's a religious campus, and everyone tip toes around the subject of sex. And I don't suppose I'll be getting anything any time soon.That has not kept me from looking, though. And that is one very important, albeit selfish, reason I was happy to tutor Zun.
He is about three inches shorter than my 5'11" and has a better build. I'm slim (not skinny), and he is slim but well-muscled. In fact, I loved it when he wore a sleeveless T in the dorm; his biceps were lovely, and his chest well-defined. I had actually seen him naked a few times, though only from the rear. There is along bench in the shower room for guys to get undressed, but the shower stalls had curtains. He has a butt to die for. Round and bubble. The way it moves, especially in those very short and tight boxers he wears. They're not really boxers, but they're not briefs, either -- something he brought from home. They are dark blue, and they set off the skin tone of his stomach and thighs beautifully. His hair is coal black, of course. I've seen no hair on him other than his head and just a hint of his underarms. None to interfere with the lovely lines of his legs. None on his chest. Yes, I've seen him with his shirt off. The tone of his skin is light enough to contrast perfectly with his dark nipples. I think of him often at night. I feel a little guilty, feeling this way about him and getting paid to be with him, as though I'm using him. I guess I am, aren't I? The schedule we set up was not that demanding. We would do some basic work with grammar to begin with, he would write a few short essays for me on subjects of his own choosing, and we'd talk about them. That's how we gotto know each other pretty well. He wrote often about his home and family.He was obviously very home-sick. So we talked about his family, his schools, his friends, and all the experiences he had as a new student in a strange land. I began to admire his dedication even more. And I genuinely loved being around him.

After a while, we became very informal with each other, especially as he relaxed to live as a college student in a dorm. He became more casual around the guys on the floor,too, though still more reserved than anyone else. And -- praise the lord!-- he began to dress as most of the other guys did. He was frequently in tank tops and those blue shorts, even in the hall. And sometimes on the way to the john he didn't even bother with the tank top. I was becoming seriously obsessed. Or was I simply a horny gay looking for eye candy? Whatever it was, there were many nights when I went to bed naked, my hand on my cock and my mind on Zun.
But I continued to be verycareful. I was not going to do or say anything that might offend, upset, or harm someone whose cultural mindset I couldn't even begin to understand. The first time I touched him was purely an accident. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I had a couple of books open to show him something. When I moved a book, my hand brushed almost the entire length of his thigh, from his knee to the top of his shorts. I was horrified. It was so important to me that I not offend him. I think I was able to continue talking without missing a beat, but I'm not sure. I didn't see any reaction at all from him, but I had no way to know what he was thinking. I tried to keep my mind on track, but it kept returning to the warmth, the smoothness... I started to get hard, so I stood up quickly and ended the session. That was in the afternoon. I saw him in the hall that evening, and he didn't seem to act differently.
How he felt about it was important to me, and I was honest enough to know it was because I really liked this guy. Alot.

Late that night, he appeared at the door and asked if I could check something he was writing. But he asked me to come to his room; his paper was still on his computer. I'd been in his room before, of course. If ollowed him in, noting that his room mate was gone. He sat at his computer and I stood behind him as he pointed something out on the screen. I had to stoop down to read it better, and I found myself with my face almost next to his, his bare shoulder at my chin.
I had never been this close to him before. I couldn't help but look down. His chest was moving with his breath; I could see his nipples pointing through his tank top. His small waist was hidden from me, as was his crotch. His thighs looked so strong from my vantage point above him. I could smell his scent. My breath was probably brushing his shoulder...He was speaking, and I had completely blanked out for a moment. I jerked to a standing position. "Uh... just what do you mean?" I said, trying to cover the fact that I hadn't heard a word."The paragraph. It is too long? But it is all about the same subject. I do not know where to stop it." He looked up at me. I was standing too close. His face was the most beautiful I'd ever seen. I became unreasonably warm; my stomach fluttered."I see the problem, I think," I stalled, trying to find the problem. "Yes, well, maybe you could use that sentence" -- I pointed over his shoulder to the screen -- "where you refer to the other book, use it as the first sentence of the next paragraph..." I had no idea what I was saying. I was 19 and babbling like a schoolboy. This had to stop right now.
"Zun, I think if you break the paragraph there, it will be okay. I'm sorry, but I really don't feel so well. That dining hall food, you know...I think I'd better go back. Maybe later, okay?"

I turned and left. Nothing like being rude to cover your tracks. I conducted myself more carefully from that point on. The only time I allowed myself to think of him sexually was at night. Then I decided I should not allow myself to do even that. Well, I tried that, anyway. It just wouldn't work. But I did make an effort to be more careful. We were in and out of each others rooms more frequently, and it was obvious that we had become friends, not just classmates.
One day I found him sitting at his computer but staring at a framed picture on the shelf above. I asked him about the picture, which I had noticed before.

"It is my family," he said.
"My grandmother, here is my father, and this is my little brother. Today is his birthday. He is 14. But he is 12 in the picture. I wrote him a letter."
"He's a nice looking kid, Zun," I said.
"I know you miss him."
"He is very smart. Good at sports. In my country I would not say this about him, but I think in America it is okay. I love my brother very much."
He looked up at me, and I think his eyes were damp. I smiled.
"Yes, Zun. It's a good thing for a guy to love his brother. And in this country it's okay to say it. He's lucky to have a big brother like you." I wanted to put my arm around him, but I had wanted to do that many times before.
"And I would say this, too," Zun said as he stood to face me. "You are a very good friend. You make me very welcome. You help me, too, but you make me feel... welcome.""Th...thanks," I stammered. "You're a good friend, too, Zun." Had I ever said such a thing to anyone before? Anyone? Ever? But I meant it very much. And I honestly felt compelled to reach over and squeeze his shoulder. Just a little. Just once. It was awkward. But it felt okay, and I think he took it that way, too. One other RA and I stayed in the dorm over Christmas break. It was to remain open -- though everything else on campus was closed -- because there were so many exchange students who had no other place to go. Zun, in fact, was the only other person on my floor. We spent a lot of time together,and we ate together at least once every day; the dining hall was closed, and I had a car to take us to several different restaurants. Occasionally one or two of the other foreign students would accompany us, and meals werealways lively, with lots of conversation. I intended to remain on campus even for the holiday itself. I did not go home for Christmas last year, either; things were not going well there. But I decided to do something special for Zun on Christmas. I told him we would go to a rather fancy restaurant (one out of our usual price range)for Christmas dinner; it would be my treat. We dressed -- suits and ties, the whole bit. He was very handsome.

I think he was a little self-conscious in the restaurant, but he soon relaxed. He asked me to order for him, so I ordered the traditional turkey-and-dressing-and-all-the-trimmings for both of us. I also ordered wine, and we laughed as the waiter checked our IDs -- we were both "of age"by barely months. We spent a lot of time at the meal, and it was one of the most pleasurable experiences I'd had in a while.
When we got back to the dorm, he thanked me again. I barely had my tie off back in my room when there was a knock at the door. Zun came in, still decked out in his suit and tie, and handed me something with some tissue around it.
"You have been very kind. It was a wonderful dinner today. It was the best time I have spent in America. I... I have a gift for you."
"A gift? Oh, Zun, that's not necessary. I enjoyed it as much as you did. You don't need to..."
"Yes," he said, interrupting me -- and that's something he never does. "In my country it is a custom to give gift when the... host gives special dinner. Please. To take it is an honor for me."
I opened the paper, and I found the beautiful frame in which that family picture had been. The frame was in laid with what looked to be silver and brass and decorated with some very attractive stones."It's beautiful, Zun. But I can't take this; this is for your family picture."

"No, I can put picture in another frame when I get one. I want you to take this. Please."
I was embarrassed, but I was putting him in the position of begging me to take a gift. I thanked him again and told him this would have very special meaning for me. Then I got an idea. Before he turned to leave, I asked him to wait just a moment. I went over to my desk and shuffled through some papers in the drawer. To be honest, I didn't really have to search for it. It was right at the front where I could see it frequently. It was a picture that had been taken at the picnic welcoming the exchange students to campus back in August. As an RAI was one of those preparing things that day. A girl was taking lots of pictures for the school paper, and a week later she had sent this one tome. I didn't even remember it being taken, but there were lots of students around that day; people were meeting and chatting all over the place. The photo was of Zun and me. We were both smiling into the camera, though at the time we didn't even know each other.I placed the photo in the frame -- it was slightly too small, but thatcould be fixed later -- and set it on the shelf above the desk. "There," Isaid, and I stepped back so Zun could see.He looked stunned. Of course, he hadn't known about the picture. Then a huge smile appeared."It is... us... you and me!" He laughed. "It is good in the frame." His face became more solemn as he added,
"I am happy you have such a picture. It is... thank you." And he turned quickly to go back his own room. I am sure there were tears in his eyes. I was not imagining that. On New Years Eve a party was thrown together at the last minute for all the foreign students.

It was a nice thought, but it was a rather tame party. Zun and I left early, and we went to a nearby watering hole frequented by those few students who drank. Religious school, remember? The place was very crowded and noisy, but it was fun. We hoisted a few and maybe one or two too many. At midnight everyone sang "Auld Lang Syne," and Zun, who didn't have the faintest clue about the words, gave it a good try. We laughed and then exchanged a New Year's hug. As we walked back to the dorm Zun was having a little trouble with his feet, so I put my arm around him to support him. It was as natural a thing as that hug. But when we got back to his room he was simply too out of it-- almost on the verge of falling asleep -- to do much but fall onto his bed. He was asleep immediately. I pulled his shoes off his feet and straightened his legs on the bed. And stood looking at him a moment. He looked like an angel. Maybe it was the booze, but I was suddenly hit with such an emotional attraction for this boy. I turned, closed the door, and went back to my room. I am trying to be very honest about this, so I will add that I teared up some before I went to sleep. Maybe the booze and the physical contact... Seeing him lie there so peacefully... Well. The dorm returned to its normal chaos when classes resumed in January. I continued to "tutor" Zun twice a week, but in reality I was simply proofing papers that didn't really need it. He was really doing well. And actually, we spent more time -- not just in those sessions, but at other times -- talking about content, what he was writing. A history paperproduced a couple of long discussions about American history; he wasespecially fascinated with the Civil War. There were ethics questionsraised by some of his reading in English lit.I had stayed away from politics in our conversations, not certain what Zunwould want to hear or say in such a discussion. I knew things were very different for him at home, politically. But we worked our way around tothat, too. Many of our conversations took on a personal tone, and this oneturned in that direction, too. It seemed that his father was not abusinessman at all. Zun was not supposed to talk about it, but he wantedme to know that his father had some kind of position in a governmentdepartment having to do with newspapers -- he explained it, but I didn'tquite get it all. In fact, Zun was not quite certain himself exactly whathis father did. Zun was afraid he was being "groomed" by his father to go into some kind of government work, and he simply did not want that. He said he loved hiscountry, but there were many things he did not like about its government.He had been raised not to question such things, he said, but he questionedmany things. But he never spoke aloud about his reservations with anyone,he said, until now. Until he had a good friend in whom he couldconfide. We talked. That is, he did the talking. I could offer little inthe way of advice, but I asked questions now and then, and he seemed tothink that helped.This conversation took us far into a weekend night. We were both sleepy,but I did not want the conversation to end until he himself wanted it toend. I don't think anything was resolved in his mind, but he finally stoodand thanked me for talking with him. For a moment I thought he was goingto say more, but he left for his room. I realized that night I had made avery good friend, one about whose life and future I cared a great deal.That did not deter my fantasies about him, I'm sorry to say. That seemedvery inappropriate, to say the least, very immature, too. But I could notstop the feeling I was developing for Zun. And that feeling included adeep sexual attraction. I reminded myself I had had schoolboy crushesbefore (and that's another story). But there were so many nights -- somany nights! -- when I jerked off in bed to the images of Zun in my head,shooting all over myself the cum I then had to eat alone.With the dorm in full swing, the bodies paraded around the halls all thetime. It seemed the colder it got outside the less guys wanted to wear inthe dorm! Maybe there was some kind of sexual energy in these guys thatneeded some kind of expression. Whatever the reason for it, I enjoyed it.Lots of near-nakedness around the lavatories in the morning, shaving andwashing up. Guys in boxers or briefs bent over with their asses stuck outas they brushed their teeth. Towels wrapped around waists, and here andthere a hint of tenting. The comaradie of the shower room itself wasdelicious. Naked guys toweling off, chatting, joking. I would have swornthat there were a few guys who were showing off their cocks on a fewoccasions, but then I'm gay and horny, so what do I know?I didn't mind being naked in there myself. I had long since gotten controlof my urge to spring boners -- well, part of the time anyway. Hornystraights -- horny religious straights at that -- get their hormonesrushing around, too, and follow some natural urges to show off the body.If only half of the guys jacked off in the shower each morning, and eachguy produced about a teaspoon of cum... I was never very good at math.When Zun was there -- which for some reason didn't happen all that much --he chatted some, but he was always more modest that anyone else. He alwaysturned away when he took off those blue shorts and stepped into the showerstall with his back to everyone. When I thought about it, I realized thathe always used the shower stall on the end. When he turned away fromeveryone, he was turning toward a wall. He'd step out facing that wall,grab a towel and dry himself turning only slightly if he were talking tosomeone. That would provide a great view of his ass -- so I nevercomplained -- but that was all. Whether it was his personality or hisculture, he was very modest.Spring sprang early. I remained in the dorm, as I had at Christmas, duringspring break, so Zun and I were able to spend some more time together. When everybody returned, the weather warmed up suddenly. Shorts and tank tops appeared again on campus. And I had a beautiful view right outside my window. The dorm was U-shaped, and my room faced into the U. That big lawn was a great place to catch some rays, and lots of the guys in the dorm did just that. Spread out in front and two floors below me was a delicioussight. For a religious school, some of the guys wore next to nothing in the sun. Watching them move around and rub lotion all over themselves always turned me on. Some of them even rubbed lotion on each other. And some of those guys surely had to be enjoying themselves in more ways thanone. A good way to express some of those mysterious, repressed feelings, boys? And in spring a young man's fancy turns to... I forget what the poet said, but he was talking about sex. My fancy always turned in the spring. I don't know what it is, but sunshine and warm weather get my blood up. So I was a little more careful about going into that shower room.I never went into the showers without wondering who and what might be seenthere, but one spring evening I was alone. I stood in the warm water for awhile, then soaped myself all over with body wash and created enough bubbles and lather to move it around. I smoothed it over my chest, around my neck, down my arms. I let some of the suds run down from the back of my shoulders to my lower back, over my ass, and down between my cheeks, bending forward a bit to encourage the water into the crevass and onto that very soft, tight spot. Ah, spring!I let my hands follow the lather down and around my ass, then moved themaround to my belly. After massaging my abs for a moment, I moved my hands down along the outside of my thighs, around to the inside, then up until they were on either side of my ballsac. I turned my hands inward to cup them under my balls, catching the warmwater there, feeling my balls surrounded with the warmth. Then I applied more body wash to my belly and worked it into my pubes, creating a mountain of warm lather and bubbles that slowly moved downward, around my hard cock,onto my balls. And with every touch of my hand I was thinking of him, Zun, the lovely Zun, wishing and wondering what my hands would feel on his body, what his hands would feel like as they did the same to me. No. I was behaving like a schoolboy lusting for his dreamboy. I was behaving like that because... that was what I was. That thought was depressing enough that I just stood under the water, letting it wash the suds and my dreams away. I turned the water off with a sigh and stepped out of the shower. And there he stood.

I had seen Zun in the shower room many times before, but only when he was moving quickly into or out of a shower. He was just getting out of a shower two stalls down from mine, stepping across to the bench for his towel. For some reason, this time he had stepped out of the shower facing into the room, rather than toward that wall. When he saw me, he froze in place and turned fully toward me. I was seeing him naked from the front for the first time. The water was still dripping from his hair, along his neck and onto his shoulders. His wet chest glistened, his pecs reflecting the harsh light,and his nipples were tight and hard. His taut abs moved with his breath. My eyes went downward. Framed by those strong thighs was the delight I hado nly dreamed of. His ballsac was small, very dark, and drawn up tight from the water and cool air. Above was a small mound of dense, dark pubic hair.And from that mound hung a dark, thick cock. I had assumed he would be uncut, but he was cut, like me. His shaft was a bit shorter than mine, but his cockhead was bigger. It was dark, the crown around the head even a bit darker.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My eyes pulled away to take in his full body. I looked slowly up to his face, his eyes, fully aware that each of us had been frozen in place for avery long few moments. He was so very beautiful.
"You are so beautiful."For a moment I thought I had spoken my thoughts aloud. But the whisper had been his voice. For the first time I realized he had been looking at me as long as I had been looking at him. And my cock was still raging from my experience in the shower.
He looked down quickly, grabbed his towel, and left the shower room. What has happened? What have I done? I had been thinking of him, he was there, he was so very beautiful... It was I who had spoken aloud, surely, saying words I could not take back, creating a new situation that could destroy any friendship. I wrapped my towel around my waist and returned slowly to my room.
I half-heartedly toweled off and pulled on a T and sweatpants. I felt asthough I were moving through water, through molasses. Zun, let me take back that shower, those thoughts, let me return to what we had...I don't know how long I had been standing at my window when there was a knock on the door. I muttered something and turned; the door opened, and Zun stepped in, closing it behind him. He was dressed again, at least in a T and those blue shorts. He stood there silently, in the middle of the room, his eyes on the floor, and when he spoke it was so quietly I had tostep closer to hear him.
"Please. I am sorry. What I said... in my country it is very wrong to say such a thing... it is a bad thing. I meant no insult...
"I didn't respond; I didn't know how to respond. An insult?" Very bad. You are my very good friend. I am not bad person. Cannot help what I feel... You are my very good friend... I cannot help what Ifeel... "He raised his eyes to mine in a silent plea for help in finding the words, finding a way to say what he could not say. Is it what I wanted him to say, or am I rushing to a conclusion that is more hope than reality? I stepped closer and took both his hands in mine, raising them between us. "Zun," I said directly into his deep, dark eyes, "Zun, you are the very best friend I have ever had. I would not allow anything destroy that friendship. You know you can tell me anything, and you will still be my friend. Zun, you said 'feelings.' " I stopped, uncertain if I should continue.
After too long a silence, I said, "Zun, are you trying to say... to tell me that you are gay? Homosexual? "He nodded without lowering his eyes from mine. I moved my hands up along his arms to his shoulders.
"Zun, you know that I'm gay, too. You already know that. Don't you?"
As he nodded his "yes"

I moved my arms to his back and drew him closer tome, against my chest. I could feel his arms around me, his body pressing to mine. He was trembling. I stroked his back, up and down, and his trembling slowed, then stopped."I love you," he whispered in a soft voice, deep with emotion. His arms tightened around me.
"Please... please hold me."
I circled his small waist with my arm and pulled us even closer. There could not have been a centimeter of air between our chests, groins, thighs. I ran my lips through the soft hair on his head. "Zun, I have loved you since the day we met."
He turned his head and our eyes locked; then our lips touched, just very lightly. I brushed my lips across his, then across his soft, smooth cheek.I could feel his heart beat against my chest; I could feel his pulse as the bulge in his blue shorts grew and pressed against me. My lips found his again and, this time, pressed lightly. It is so warm here, so soft. I opened my lips to trace my tongue lightly along his lips, and they opened slightly.
I felt our tongues meet, moving slowly against each other, around each other -- moving slowly but more deeply into our warm mouths. My heart was pounding. I pulled away slightly, just enough to look into his eyes again. I kissed them. As I moved from one to the other, he closed his eyes, and I touched his warm eyelids, my lips brushing his dark brows. So very beautiful. Iwanted him so much. I wanted to give myself to him so much."Zun..." I stepped back, removed my arms from him, and took the bottom of his T, and slowly began to pull it upward, slowly enough that he could stop me if he wanted. He didn't. He raised his arms high to allow me to pull it over his head. And suddenly his flesh was there, his lovely chest, his tight nipples, strong shoulders. Before I could touch him, he pulled my T upward, and he disappeared from view for a moment; I had to help him get it over my arms and head. And we stood exposed.We ran our hands over each other -- shoulders, pecs, nipples. And I suckedin my breath at the softness of his touch. Nipples, abs, pecs, shoulders.Pecs, nipples, abs. Soft but hard and strong. Smooth, but I could feel the movement of his muscles beneath the smoothness. Hands sliding around over his smooth warm back. Faces closer, lips touching, tongues meeting.For a very long time we stood against each other, tasting and breathing each others taste into our lungs.

I withdrew my tongue to lick lightly across his cheek, down his neck. I spread light kisses across his shoulder, and he threw his head back inpleasure as I moved my kisses down and across his chest. I licked lightly at one nipple, then the other, then returned to the first to suck at it slowly. He gasped and pressed his chest into my mouth. I left his nipples and kissed that sweet skin downward, down his abs, across his belly button.I stopped at the waist band of his shorts."Oh, please don't stop," he hissed between clenched teeth; "No, don't stop."I kissed that hard mound at the center of those blue shorts. I ran my hands around to the back, massaging his ass."Wait," I whispered. I went to the door and turned the lock. As I turned back to him, he was still facing the same way, away from me. I walked up behind him and circled his chest with my arms. He lay his head back on my shoulder and sighed as my fingers explored his chest, his abs. I slid my fingers under the waistband of those blue shorts."Yes... yes... yes," he whispered. "Oh, please... yes."I slowly opened the waistband and slid the shorts down his smooth legs. The bulge in my sweats now pressed against his warm ass. I stepped around infront of him, and he put his hands on my shoulders as I pulled the shorts off from around his ankles. Then I allowed myself to look at the treasureI had uncovered. It was more beautiful than I remembered from the shower room. His cock was also bigger, and very hard. He was no more than five inches, perhaps a little more, but on his small frame it was perfect. And so thick! His cockhead was fully engorged, a raging red, oozing his precious precum. I could not let a drop of it escape. I took a finger and gently wiped it from the lips of his cock -- he tightened his hands on my shoulders and gasped -- and brought it to my mouth. He was as delicious as I had known he would be. I ran my hands up and down the inside of his smooth thighs and kissed him on each one. I placed my hands under his big, dark, smooth ballsac and lifted it. I inhaled his scent; it was heavenly. I licked gently at the side of his ballsac, then sucked very lightly without taking the balls into my mouth. His moans were driving me on to what I wanted. And needed."Zun, you are so beautiful." And having said it yet again, I licked the side of his hard cock, from the head to the base, then back up the otherside, all without touching him with my fingers. I licked once more at his cocklips, tasting his smooth essence, then opened my mouth to pleasure him. I sucked lightly at the top of his cock head, then opened my lips a bit more to take in just the front half of it. My tongue teased his cocklips and Icontinued sucking. Very slowly, I sucked more and more of his heavy cock head into my mouth until my lips fastened around the crown. I stopped sucking and began to pull gently with my lips. His moans sang his delight, and I began to hum into his cock head. He shook with the new sensation. I pressed my mouth in toward him and placed my hands on his soft, warm ass to hold him still. I sucked more and more ofhis shaft into my mouth until my nose was buried in his small bush of thickhair. I stopped sucking, letting his cockhead press into the back of my mouth at my throat, but moving my tongue under his cock, caressing the underside of it. I inhaled the scent of his soft hair. My own cock was throbbing, and I could feel the wet spot on my sweat pants."Oooooo... Ooooo... Ooooooo," his soft voice sang of his pleasure. He moved one hand from my shoulder and began to run it through my hair. My sweet Zun.
I slowly pulled away from him, and he moaned his disappointment when his cock left my mouth. I took him by the hips and guided him onto the bed. I stood above him, looking at the beautiful love of my life, and let my sweatpants drop. My cock sprang up to slap my belly, and Zun sucked in his breath when he saw my length and thickness. Stepping out of my sweatpants,
I lowered myself onto the bed, onto his warm, hard body. Our cocks were caught between us, and we began to slowly move in rhythm. Lowering my faceto his, I breathed in his sweet breath, then kissed his lips. He opened them for me, and our tongues met again to tenderly lick and caress, to gently suck each other's breath.I moved my kisses from his warm mouth to his cheek, then his neck, his shoulder. At the center of his chest I paused to lick and suck gently, then moved to his right nipple. The dark circle was ready for me, tight and hard. As I licked and moved that tender nub of flesh with the tip ofmy tongue, Zun groaned and pressed his chest to my mouth. I sucked hisnipple, teased it with my teeth, pulling it with my teeth so carefully, sucked gently, then harder. I left to cross his chest, giving his left nipple the same pleasures. Licking my way down his belly, I paused at his bellybutton, washing it with my tongue, aware of the delight almost within the reach of my tongue. I licked, tasted, reveled in the soft hair at that mound, as his cock slapped against my throat and cheeks, throbbing for attention. Ignoring it for the moment, I trailed soft kisses alongside his hair down to his ballsac, licking and sucking at the special spot between the sac and thigh. He was grunting with need, and to wait any longer was more than I could bear myself.
The scent of his sex went to my head and filled me with need for him.I engulfed his cock and took half of it into my mouth, then sucked deeply as the remainder of his shaft plunged to my throat. I began to pump morequickly. I knew he could not last too long now. I sucked hard as I pulledup toward his cockhead, plunged downward to bury my nose in his pubes, andrepeated this dance of love until his groans became strangled gasps. I felt him tense, his cock enlarging more in my mouth, his cockhead growing to the point of bursting.
He suddenly froze, shoved his precious cock into my mouth and shot his hot cream into my throat. I pulled back, to keep only his cockhead inside, as he continued to shoot. He filled my mouth with his cum; it was hot and sweet and bitter and spicy. I had never tasted anything like it.
I swallowed only to receive another huge load, swallowed in time for another. His moans were intermingled with gutteral grunts. I had to work to keep up with the power and rapidity of his cumming. I don't know how many mouthfuls he gave me before his throbbing cock began to lose its energy and produce only a few more drops. I continued to suck him, but far more gently, sucking and licking the remainder of his cum from his cocklips, cleaning his cockhead with my tongue.
I let his hot, still semi-hard cock slide from my mouth as he moaned. I lay quietly beside him to give him the time to enjoy the wonderful after glow of such a huge cum. I was lying half on him and half off, my arm across his chest and my head at his shoulder. In a few moments his breathing became more regular, and he began to stroke my hair. He was murmuring something; it sounded like a song. He was chanting something in his language. I lay still, enjoying the warmth and sound."It is a song from my country," Zun said quietly. "It is a song for lovers.

The lonely boy sees the first dove of the morning, who brings him love and happiness."His voice was quieter. "You are my dove, my happiness," he said. "I love you."I raised up on my elbows and looked into his eyes. But I could not speak for a moment. There were tears running down my cheeks, and there was no point in trying to stop them now. When I collected myself, I had to whisper, because that was all that was in me."
Then, Zun, it is a song about you and me, that song for lovers." I kissed his cheek. My bed was just a single, but we needed no more room than we had. We couldn't get close enough. As my cheek returned to his chest, we were touching from there to our feet, as though we weren't two people anymore, just one. He stroked my hair."I... I don't know what to do..., " he began."I am here," I answered, "and I love you. "I am here with you, and anything you want is the right thing to do."He moved away a bit, and I rolled fully on my back. He raised himself up and turned slightly; he just sat there and looked at me, and I could almost feel his eyes moving around my face, across my chest, touching every partof my cock and ballsac, moving up and down my legs, returning to my cock. He tentatively placed his hand at the middle of my chest.
"I have wanted to touch you... I thought about it so much. Just totouch...," and his words faded.
"I am here, beautiful Zun. Touch me as you wish. Caress me, stroke me, taste me -- this is the time."
He leaned in to briefly touch my lips with his, then raised up again as his fingers began to move. It was as though he were drawning me on a sketch pad. He traced my neck and shoulders, my chest. Ran his fingers lightly around and over my hard nipples. I closed my eyes and surrendered my mind to the sensations. His fingers ran down my chest to my abs, tracing thelines there, then back up to repeat the entire motion. He ran his fingers around my belly button, dipping a finger into it. Up to my shoulders, down again. I felt as though I were a fragile piece of art being carefully examined by an appreciative artist, a painting appearing slowly as the artist's brush applied stroke after of stroke in just the right place.
My skin was so alive that when he brushed slowly through my pubic hair and touched my cock I jumped as though I had been shocked. My eyes flew open,and I looked down to see his fingers run slowly up and down my cock as itlay back against my belly. The soft underbelly of it was pulsing so much Ithought I could actually see it. When I looked up to Zun, I saw that hewas looking at my face, not at the location of his hands. He smiled. He reached for the inner thigh of my leg and pulled it, opening my legs for his fingers, and moved his hand up and down. I sighed deeply. Then he turned a little on the bed so he could lean into my crotch. He touched nothing. I couldn't see his eyes, but I could feel them. Up and down my cock, down and around my balls. That center of me was radiating so much heat he had to feel it. Still, he touched nothing, except for his hand on my thigh."It is so... beautiful, your... cock," he said, and I realized it was the first time he had spoken the word to me, perhaps the first time he had everspoken it aloud. "I love it. It is part of you. It is just right." Andhe leaned down and kissed my cock where it meets my ballsac. I gasped as his lips touched me. Then he licked me there. My god! It was electrifying!

My cock was probing the air, still on my belly, begging. He licked my ballsac once, then raised up to look at me, as though he were making sure what he was doing was all right. "Oh, Zun -- that is magical!" He smiled and returned to lick my ballsac from side to side. I could feel my balls moving, exhilarating in the attention of his warm tongue. Then helicked my balls up and down, lifting my sac a bit as he started his tonguejust underneath it and licking as far as the base of my cock. My poorcock! I could see it oozing precum, needing attention! My belly, my gut was twisting inside from the exquisite agony he wascreating. My god! This boy who had never before touched a man -- he must have dreamed dream after dream of what he would do if he ever got the chance. Had he teased his own balls so much? Did he know, or was here acting to my slow writhing and moaning beneath his mouth? He raised his lips to the base of my cock above the ballsac and raised hishand to cup my balls at the same time. He sucked there once, twice."Zun! Wait!" I must have sounded as though I were calling a halt to the whole thing, because he raised up with a look of disappointment on hisface."No, lovely Zun, I don't mean stop. Never that. It's just that you're about to bring me to a climax -- make me cum. I wanted you to know that, that's all. Oh, Zun you have no idea how you are exciting me!"
"If you are about to do it then I must suck," he said, matter of-factly.

He raised himself slightly, took my throbbing cock in his hand, and held it up. He looked at my swollen cockhead -- had it ever been so swollen? --for a moment, then he lowered his head and licked my precum. Without hesitation, he took my cockhead into his mouth. It was not that it seemed to have been forever since I had been sucked, though, in fact, it had not happened since I left my hometown after high school -- almost two years ago! It was not that I had gone days without jacking off, building up and loading my balls. It was one thing and one thing only. The boy I loved was doing one of the most intimate things a lover can do. I entrust my cock tohim, and he makes love to me by receiving it eagerly.He sucked slowly at first, and that was the only way I was able to containmy climax. Then he moved more of my cock into his mouth, sucking as he moved downward. It was very slow. But I felt the urgency building in me, the heat that must erupt.

I was moving almost violently beneath him, thrusting myself into him, desperately needing to give him the essence of me. And when my cockhead pressed against the soft palate of the back of his mouth -- I realized later I should have been surprised he could have taken so much of me into himself -- I exploded. With a strangled cry rising from my throat, my cum surged up my cockshaft and through my cockhead. Mycocklips were forced open violently, and a gusher of my cream was shot outinto my lover's mouth. Somehow I felt the back of his mouth moving as he swallowed, but before I could react to the sensation I erupted again.He choked a bit as he stuggled to swallow but continue to suck at the sametime. Almost immediately after that surge, a third followed it, filling his mouth. Then there was another -- I was pouring myself into him! Andanother! The next was not as forceful, but it felt as though there were as much volumn, then, after just a brief second, another. After another pause, another. Then I was dribbling into his mouth; I could feel the odd sensation as cum more slowly seeped rather than shot. Finally, it subsided. I was panting, almost gasping. Never, never had I experiened a climax so overpowering! I groaned as Zun continued to lick my cock, still in his mouth. As it slowly softened, it slipped out of his mouth, but he continued to lick. I couldn't speak. It was all I could do to breath.
He lay his head on my abs, facing my pubes and cock, his hand now gently cupping my balls again. He watched as my cock slowly returned to its flacid size, then kissed my pubes. He raised up and moved his face to mine, and we kissed deeply. I tasted myself in his warm mouth. I was almost too weak to move my tongue; he gently probed and pulled the remainder of my cum from his mouth and transfered it to me. We breathed in each others breath.
When he lay back down, his face on my chest, I thought I felt some of mycum on his lips or cheek, but then I realized he was quietly weeping. He began to sing again, the love song he had sung earlier. That most beautiful of any experience I had known began a life-changing relationship.We very carefully hid our newly-expressed love from anyone and everyone.
Two weeks later, after semester exams were over, we moved into an apartment three blocks from campus. We lived as students, friends, lovers. We knew that in two more years I would graduate, and then a year later he would graduate.
But we didn't need to speak of that for a while. All we needed was each other.
He was the love of my life. And I was his dove, his happiness.

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Nothing Gay for NZ TV in2009

Television producers are giving up on getting a Kiwi LGBT television series on air this year, as broadcasters and NZ on Air are rejecting their proposals for gay 'special interest' programmes and there isn't anything so far confirmed for 2009.

After a disappointing 2008 when for the first time in several years no new episodes of an LGBT show was created for TV2, TV producers had hoped for a fresh start this year.
"The money's not there and any new ideas for local shows are on the backburner, as the recession has hit broadcasters badly," one TV insider told GayNZ.com. "We're still hoping for good news but it's now a slim hope".
Kiwi media funder NZ on Air has yet to comment on the situation for LGBT programmes this year. The Government agency funded episodes of The Outlook for TV2 in 2007, and put money towards Maori TV's long-running Takataapui series last year. Despite it being a popular programme on its channel, Takataapui is not yet confirmed to return in 2009.
Last September, digital channel TVNZ7 hosted a debate on 'the state of NZ's gay media', and TVNZ also recently played episodes of American animated comedy Rick & Steve - The Happiest Gay Couple in the World, which rated well in a late-night slot on TV2.
The demise of independent channel Alt TV last month has left gay TV presenter Steven Oates' weekly live LGBT chat and music show without a broadcaster, but Oates is now hinting that the show may return in another form. "Watch this space," he teases GayNZ.com.

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Gay fears in Iraq bloodbath plan

Amnesty International reports that Iraq authorities are planning to execute 128 prisoners this week - and it believes many of them were imprisoned just for being gay.

There have been several police raids on gay parties recently, and at least five of those on the execution list are LGBT equality campaigners, reports the UK's Pink Paper.
Starting this week, the Iraqi authorities are planning to kill the prisoners in batches of 20, it is believed.
Britain has troops in Iraq and gay campaigners in the UK are hoping that they will intervene to stop the planned executions.

Story Credit: International Daily News GayNZ

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'High number' of gay and bisexual domestic violence victims in Northern Ireland

The gay and bisexual community in Northern Ireland is suffering from disproportionate rates of domestic violence, an official report has claimed.
The paper, published this week by the Northern Ireland Policing Board, concluded that a high percentage of those experiencing domestic violence are gay or bisexual men and women.
It cited research suggesting one in four LGB people in the country have received physical abuse from a partner, which led to the PSNI revising its definition of domestic abuse to include LGB people.
One issue raised was a lack of understanding on the part of police officers The report cited the example of an officer who recorded an incident between a male couple as a bar brawl, rather than a case of domestic violence.
The report also urged sensitive, positive and supportive treatment of victims, as many anticipate prejudice from police.
John O'Doherty, equalities officer for gay and bisexual charity The Rainbow Project, said: "We welcome the report and we welcome the recognition of same-sex domestic violence. We are also pleased that the high level of same-sex domestic violence is being recognised.
"We look forward to working with the PSNI and Northern Ireland Policing Board to ensure the best possible service for gay domestic violence victims."
Earlier this month, it was revealed that government plans for a new consultation on domestic violence in the UK will not cover abuse in same-sex relationships or violence suffered by men.
In 2007, 142 people died in domestic attacks, including 38 men.

Story Credit: PINK NEWS

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God Hates Fags church raises money for LGBT support group
01 April 2009

Members of the US Westboro Baptist Church, who chant slogans such as "fags burn in hell", have unintentionally raised money for a gay rights group.
LGBT activists have set up a scheme in which people are asked to donate money for every minute the Phelps family protest against gays.
The vehemently homophobic church, whose leader Fred Phelps runs GodHatesFags.com, turned up to picket outside the White House on Monday, calling President Obama the 'antichrist' for his support of equality.
However, Phelps and his church were met by LGBT supporters who protested against them, raising money for local group Gays and Lesbians Opposing Violence.
The scheme was thought up by Driving Equality, an organisation that has held various 'Phelps-A-Thons'.
Visitors to the website www.phelps-a-thon.com can sponsor the Westboro Baptist Church by choosing an amount to donate for every minute the group chants slogans such as “god hates fags".

All of the proceeds go towards local LGBT support groups, or to Driving Equality.
Driving Equality aims to raise $25,000 (£17,374) and has already raised over $10348 (£7,192).
Some of this money is to fund founder Chris Mason's 100-day, 16,000-mile road trip through 48 states to advance LGBT equality.
There have been other 'Phelps-A-Thons' at places such as Harvard and SUNY and Mason has appealed for more, saying that he can organise the sponsoring events wherever the fundamentalist family visit.

"Let me know and I will add a Phelps-A-Thon for your community. We can work together to raise money for your local gay/straight alliance or LGBT community centre," he said.
Last month, the church threatened to picket a London primary school after it held lessons on same-sex relationships as part of LGBT History Month.
Around 30 parents took their children out of George Tomlinson School in February to protest over the curriculum.
The group stated: "God hates the UK and the Tomlinson School fag tyranny, where conscientious parents face religious persecution for withdrawing their children on lying fag so-called history.
"This is yet another warning to the UK to repent of their manifold sins of the flesh, or perish."
Despite the threat, the group did not arrive to chant outside the school.

Story Credit: PINK NEWS
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