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Men under control: The photography of Paul Gunn

By Mark Adnum

Australian born, San Diego based photographer Paul Gunn explores some of the fascinating conjunctions that occur when straight guys fall under the gay gaze. Gunn’s work takes place in the moments where pensive, working class studs lumber into view and send erotic response in opposite directions at once: he can physically overpower but is easily manipulated — will you play Stella or Blanche?

Gunn describes this moment as one of the “nuances and vulnerabilities of masculinity and exploitation”, but he is also interested in ideas of patriotism, national identity, and emigration. Paul says that one of his challenges as a commercial photographer is to pursue his own aesthetic concepts while keeping inside the briefs of mainstream clients.

Thankfully, this sample collection of Gunn’s recent work leans nicely towards the erotic, too. 

Paul explains:

The image (above) is titled Blindness of Patriotism. It is a replica of a self portrait I did that is about how people, and in this case US citizens, can be blinded by the values of their country through media, education and religious or social beliefs. There is a willingness to follow direction in the US without question and this is what this image is about.

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A case of foreskin envy

When I was 14 years old, my mom apologized for having me circumcised as an infant.
I was in the back seat of the car while my dad was driving, and though I don’t quite remember how the issue came up, I do remember feeling, naturally, horribly awkward about discussing my penis with my parents.
My mom said it hadn’t been explained well by the doctors, and that once the nurse brought me back to her with my “fists clenched and white,” she knew she’d made a mistake.
“I don’t care,” I said. “Can we just change the subject?”
I didn’t even know what an uncircumcised penis looked like. I knew something about skin that would “cover the tip,” but I couldn’t picture where that skin attached. Did it just hang down from the head like a second scrotum or an earlobe?
The mysteriousness turned to a perverse curiosity, and it happened that my first boyfriend, who I dated when I was 19, was uncut. By then I’d learned what to expect by watching porn, but I couldn’t have predicted how turned on I’d be to see an uncircumcised penis in the flesh. 
…
There’s always debate, especially in the gay community, about the ethics of circumcision; many have strong aesthetic preferences for one or the other that seem to seep into their political judgment. To me it became clear what I’d rather be, because, while I could never be certain that my boyfriend felt more sensations than I did, it was damned obvious that he didn’t feel anything less.
I could get him off just rolling his foreskin between my fingers. If I wanted the skin to be taut I could pull it back, and if I wanted it loose I could pull it forward. He moaned and bit his lip the same either way, and I was jealous that I couldn’t feel for myself what he felt.

read more of this story at nightcharm.com
Image: The New Adam by Harold Stevenson, 1962

on-nightcharm:

A case of foreskin envy

When I was 14 years old, my mom apologized for having me circumcised as an infant.

I was in the back seat of the car while my dad was driving, and though I don’t quite remember how the issue came up, I do remember feeling, naturally, horribly awkward about discussing my penis with my parents.

My mom said it hadn’t been explained well by the doctors, and that once the nurse brought me back to her with my “fists clenched and white,” she knew she’d made a mistake.

“I don’t care,” I said. “Can we just change the subject?”

I didn’t even know what an uncircumcised penis looked like. I knew something about skin that would “cover the tip,” but I couldn’t picture where that skin attached. Did it just hang down from the head like a second scrotum or an earlobe?

The mysteriousness turned to a perverse curiosity, and it happened that my first boyfriend, who I dated when I was 19, was uncut. By then I’d learned what to expect by watching porn, but I couldn’t have predicted how turned on I’d be to see an uncircumcised penis in the flesh. 

There’s always debate, especially in the gay community, about the ethics of circumcision; many have strong aesthetic preferences for one or the other that seem to seep into their political judgment. To me it became clear what I’d rather be, because, while I could never be certain that my boyfriend felt more sensations than I did, it was damned obvious that he didn’t feel anything less.

I could get him off just rolling his foreskin between my fingers. If I wanted the skin to be taut I could pull it back, and if I wanted it loose I could pull it forward. He moaned and bit his lip the same either way, and I was jealous that I couldn’t feel for myself what he felt.

read more of this story at nightcharm.com

Image: The New Adam by Harold Stevenson, 1962

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Do your pull-ups every morning