Good Taste

Genocide, torture, extraordinary rendition all happen every day, it's sobering stuff. We're all aware on some level that this is happening but it probably doesn't make you a monster to not be out campaigning about it now, right now. But how you react when you see it, face to face is a defining characteristic.

I reckon with far more frequency than any of those things listed above gay guys masturbating also happens. It's not on the same level, even if I believed in the risen lord jesus and his holy church I probably couldn't rise to put what is essentially healthy exercise on the same level as anything in the first paragraph. My tacit approval aside, I think coming face to face with it, being inescapably aware is also a character defining moment.

To rewind slightly, the internet is a many splendoured thing. There is a website called chatroulette.com, it allows you to flick randomly between all of their online users and at least in theory - chat, via webcam or text.

It is very much of our time, cheap thrills and no moral centre with the predominant drive being instant gratification. It's mostly guys flicking through looking for girls or some interesting set piece to pass a few seconds. This led, almost like destiny to myself and my accomplice staging a piece.

The piece involved him in a mask with a knife and various gruesome scenes of my murder to entertain the impatient rouletters. This ultimately led to me lying on the ground with ketchup on my chest and neck, with my shirt off. Traffic moved apace and then it happened, a dude. A naked dude. Stroking his erect penis. Looking at me, shirtless.

All the component parts had happened before but this was the first time they combined. About 1 in every 20 or so of these chatters are touching themselves or so it seems but this was the first time one of them lingered watching.

I think I'd be cool with being a celebrity.

I sent an email of complaint to Kerry Low Low, as soon as they reply I'll get back on track. This blog is not dedicated to anyone.