Hi, I am writing this from a very rural village in South Africa, I am really the only gay in this village. I am 31 years old, black, Xhosa. Tall, athletic build and a handsome face, I was lucky. I am an artist. I am interested in Photography, the male body, my black male body has been a subject and tool to express myself. I am interested at present in sexuality, nudity, the naked male body as focus. Older male bodies are more interesting to me than my younger ones, though they are too very beautiful. I am interested in men with some truth, time to their bodies, hairy chests, big daddy hands, hairy thick stock pole legs, aging tattoos, grey hair, bellies a little, and droopy saggy little melons for balls, and the old sword of a great king resting between those legs. So in essence I have been looking for images similar to those ive found on your HaPenis Blog, porn with some side of readings on sexuality, sex, masculinity, aging, psychology, mysticism, filth, pleasure, meditation, fantasy,self-love, then some really nice porn images, with texture and edge. Beauty, dare i say, Its ART, the entire blog. the whole thing is art. – Othul Xhosa
I was wondering , would you be interested in images of my naked body? I often prowl the web for images of black African men (myself ) in the nude, African Tribes, LeniRefinshal’s Nuba People, Black Book by Mapplethorpe, I never saw enough, besides the gay chiselled black thug fantasy , I never saw images that played around with us, we are always so tough and stern in the images, BBCS .our penises the only parts that are seen and dont get me wrong, I enjoy having a big black penis, I just wish I could see pictures of ordinary black male bodies. not fetishes and fantasies. I decided to take some of the images I wanted to see. self portraits, stills from videos , of me dancing in the nude, in leotard with my junk, in lace, in old shirts and nothing, masculinity is my center, bending it, playing with it, transcending it, playing power in it, spirituality, dreams, poetry. stillness, truth etc, are some of the things I believe I am thinking about when I make the pictures and videos. *They are all taken on a Huawei y5 camera, very basic level smartphone camera . so not best quality. but I do play with light and editing apps so the ideas are there, the ideas are there. – Othul Xhosa
Othul Xhosa, you beautiful man, beautiful spirit; your art reminds me of the art by the American artist Jean-Michel Basquiat (1960-1988).
You are not “the only gay in the village”. You are the only man in your village who has the courage to be OPENLY gay. There is a difference. What I love about this website, http://www.cumm.co.uk is that is demonstrates, in a gentle way, that there is no “gay” or “straight”. Most men have sex with other men at some point in their lives. It is only homophobia learnt ever since the Spanish Inquisition which taught all men how to exist in a world ruled by guilt, shame and fear.
Keep shining your light! The world is a richer place with you in it.
Othul: I first started out my journey into male to male sexually with two dark handsome men, One of Indian decent who seduced me with his charm and physical attractiveness and the other with his raw youthful masculinity and his BBC. I’m addicted/hooked on these types of men even though I’m married. I would love to see all of your naked/nude masculine pictures because just thinking about what a sexy stud you are makes me wet my panties!!!
So would I Othul, don’t be afraid to post them. 👍🏻
POETRY CORNER (by Martin H.)
THE QUEUE
I´ve got my ticket;
“What´s your number?”
“G51.”
“Mine is G29”
“I´m before you then.”
Wait
Other men come
(Homelessness: It´s nearly always a male issue)
Ask the same question
After a while
I don´t even bother to answer;
Show them my ticket number.
We shuffle.
Forewards or backwards
Depending on out ticket position.
We wait.
Old friends shake hands,
Make polite conversation.
Like zombies,
Most of us
Stare blankly ahead.
Waiting.
Finally,
The queue begins to move!
One hundred or more
Hungry mouths
(Hungry souls)
Waiting patiently,
For a little nourishment
To keep
Body and soul
From falling
Apart.
POETRY CORNER (by Martin H.)
LIKE A PACK OF WOLVES
Three AM.
I can hear the rapid rat-tat-tat-tat!
Talking in Spanish
Sarcasm,jokes, teasing, bullying,
Threats of violence
And then the dreaded,
“Thump, thump, thump”
When I hear my neighbour – a handsome, youngish, asylem seeker immigrant from Pakistan
(Living in the bottle)
Making muffled sounds of submission,
I sit up to investigate:
Four Spanish policemen, Guardia Civil; Franco´s henchmen.
Standing next to me like a pack of wolves
Cornering their prey.
My neighbour
(Also homeless)
Lying in the foetal position, facing the wall, breathing heavily.
This police brutality
Has rendered him
Speechless.
Ali´s silence is most unusual.
He comes into our cardboard-city usually
Effing and blinding, angry at something or someone
Usually drunk.
Now this
Deafening silence.
All I do is stare at this crime scene.
One policeman sees me looking,
Reminds me – with one practiced jesture using the middle finger –
To wear the mascarilla properly; over and ABOVE the nostrils.
I do as I am told, carry on staring.
Like the big bad cat
That has had its fun,
The four policeman stride off into the night
Looking for the next mouse to play with
Like the untouchables they are –
Oblivious to the harm caused,
Out on the prowl …
I appreciated the pictures displayed above.
I agree for the most part with the commentary, but find the word tribe distasteful, however. It has colonialist ring to it. People/ethnic groups. Europeans are never described as tribes, even when their countries/communities are small.
Othul you are a very interesting man, the way you think.
The images of black men that are available often make me wonder if I am fetishising over black men for your difference. Black penises are always very beautiful, discounting size and I find black skin to be much more responsive to light than white skin. It looks lustrous rather than dull.
I definitely want to see more of your personal expression rather than you being capture by someone else.