“Sex will either be sleazy and obsessive part of your life, or a sacred and powerful source of wellbeing.” – MANHOOD (by Steve Biddulph) : Biddulph suggests that for some men, sex can be viewed in a negative light, characterized by sleaziness and obsession. In this interpretation, sex may be associated with feelings of guilt, shame, or superficiality. It’s portrayed as something indulgent or even harmful, driven by base desires and lacking in deeper meaning or connection. On the other hand, Biddulph presents an alternative perspective in which sex is seen as a sacred and powerful aspect of life. Here, sex is viewed as something profound and transformative, capable of enhancing one’s overall well-being. It’s not just about physical gratification but also about emotional intimacy, spiritual connection, and personal growth. In this interpretation, sex is valued as a source of fulfillment, vitality, and deep connection with oneself and others.
I think you’ve done a brilliant job, Seb, of taking Biddulph’s message, directed at heterosexual males in conventional family relationships with women, and making it relevant to us here on your website. I downloaded his book from my favourite pirated books site and skimmed through it. Although he’s tolerant of the kind of sex we discuss here, and he’s deeply dedicated to men’s happiness and well-being, I do want to speak up a bit in praise of “sleaze.” I hear entirely what Mike McQueen is saying, but I don’t think there is a black and white opposition between the “sacred” and the “sleazy.” Among other things, I study Sufism in Java. You know a lot about Sufism in Persia. And I’m sure you know something about Tantrism. In some religious belief systems and practices, sleaze is sacred. Letting it all hang out, transgressing rules, having an orgy or two, may bring you closer to heaven, not further away from it. – AJ
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After reading the “Sleazy or Sacred” post, I feel I must respond to those men whose seem to see sex as an “either/or” proposition.
IT IS NOT. You may conduct your sex however you wish; that is your choice. The reality is that sex, whether conducted as a solemn, sacred ritual or as an impromptu chance occurrence in a back alley, is a sacred communion between men.
In my early years of research into this topic, I had a strong sense that sex, especially, mansex, was a very powerful force on so many levels. Through studying Tantra and working with men who had studied areas of esoteric knowledge, I arrived at the definite conclusion that sex, in whatever iteration you care to use, is a mystical force that connects us with each other and with the universe in a way that transcends our physical existence.
May this sacred act of homosex be a symbol of our joy in living, a celebration of our body and our spirit, a validation of our love for you, ourselves and our Sacred Intimate Brothers!
Hail Priapus!
God is in you
Hail Leo
Yes, Hail Leo and then some. I’ve been focusing recently on having sex. The other day I had sex with a 60 something man, lovely man, who has been chasing me for a long time and finally we met up. With reference to this topic, this is what I experienced. We got naked. I liked his manly hairy body and we kissed, but he was not a skilful lover by any means. But he was into me. If we had proceeded in a tidy-whitey kind of sex-by-the-rules kind of way, we wouldn’t have had sex at all. But I told him to turn around and bend over and when I saw his perfect ass, I couldn’t believe how beautifully hairy and firm it was, not at all what I expected to find after stroking his 60-something pot belly and kissing his age-worn face, I lost it. I stuck my face and tongue into him and then fucked him raw, repeatedly, him bellowing and roaring, and I kept fucking and fucking. He’s messaging me asking for more. I don’t want to have sex with him again, but I completely lost it in the “sleaze” of the ecstatic moment of the encounter with his perfect, faeces-filled arse, truly a magnificent gift to orgiastic sex.
I fully appreciate Biddulph’s contribution to the creation of tolerance for homosexuality in Australia, but in the event, when full-grown men encounter one another for sex, the mindless just letting yourself go and abandoning yourself to whatever filthy sleaze a man’s glorious, smelly, faeces-filled arse has to offer you is where it’s at. That’s where ecstasy is to be found, that is. Not in safe, “proper” sex, the kind that homosexuals who want to be accepted in suburban “straight” society, are supposed to practice and which you can now occasionally see in films. That’s not where “the mystical force that connects us with each other” can be experienced. As far as I can tell.
Steve Biddulph was a must read for Australian parents when our kids were young. “Raising Bits” was the go to. Rough play and the importance of fathers forming a connection and showing boys how to honour their strengths and use their body and limit it for good and most importantly to feel good about being a man with manly urges was an important counter-cultural message in a world that increasingly seems to be a gynocracy.
I tried to instill that message in my own son whose cohort of friends all exhibit that nice freedom of being comfortable with their sexuality be it’s str8!94 gay or fluid. I find modern Melbourne has wonderful pubs and bars where people mix freely and no one cares about your sexuality. It’s a tolerant and inclusive place. I wonder if the powerful influence of Steve’s books had a small part to play in cracking the erstwhile hard-man Aussie bloke image.
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I think you’ve done a brilliant job, Seb, of taking Biddulph’s message, directed at heterosexual males in conventional family relationships with women, and making it relevant to us here on your website. I downloaded his book from my favourite pirated books site and skimmed through it. Although he’s tolerant of the kind of sex we discuss here, and he’s deeply dedicated to men’s happiness and well-being, I do want to speak up a bit in praise of “sleaze.” I hear entirely what Mike McQueen is saying, but I don’t think there is a black and white opposition between the “sacred” and the “sleazy.” Among other things, I study Sufism in Java. You know a lot about Sufism in Persia. And I’m sure you know something about Tantrism. In some religious belief systems and practices, sleaze is sacred. Letting it all hang out, transgressing rules, having an orgy or two, may bring you closer to heaven, not further away from it.
Brilliant post. Truly, having survived a brutal Scottish childhood where sex between men was illegal until 1980 , It took me decades to cultivate my sexuality into a beautiful, energetic and peaceful celebration of my masculinity. Shame free man on man sex is awesome and I highly recommend it, go get em tiger! 💦
Bless You, MIke