I am not a gay man.
“I am not a gay man.”
That’s how our first customer review of Damon and Hunter: Doing it Together begins. Indeed, the film’s first customer review is from a married woman living somewhere in the middle of the US. She continues:
“You did know that, right? I’ve had my share of doubters, those who have felt the need to email or comment wondering about the veracity of my girlie-ness. I assure you that I was indeed born with two “x” chromosomes and all of the appropriate womanly hormones.“Nevertheless, when it came to choosing which movie from Comstock Films I wanted to sink my eager eyes into, I chose the one featuring gay men. Go figure.
“It wasn’t the genders or the equipment that mattered. What mattered was the intensity, the passion, the reality.
“This is NOT your brother’s porn. It’s not about the largest cocks, the hardest thrusting, the biggest loads or the farthest shooting. It’s about the connection between the characters. As I watched these two men interact, I could see lust, sure, but also passion and caring and love. Seeing those things is unspeakably hotter than seeing the dead-eyes-filled-with-dollar-signs that seem characteristic of mainstream porn.
“Now I admit that I did not watch the entire film. Does anyone watch an entire porn at one sitting? If they did, it would have to be a pretty poor sort of porn, I’d think. With this film, I watched for a bit (becoming increasing slippery as the moments passed) then threw myself onto my trusty couch with my trusty silvery vibrator.
“My thoughts were reduced to cave-woman-speak. Porn good. Cock hard. Hard hard cock. MustHaveCock. Mmmmmm porny goodness. ComingcomingcomingBIGorgasm. Short rest. Must come more. ComingcomingcomingANOTHERbigorgasm.
“The fantasy, however unlikely it is that it would ever be fulfilled, of being in bed with the beautiful Damon and Hunter pushed my orgasming high-score into heretofore uncharted territory. Now, just like a kid playing a video game, I’m going to be trying to break that high-score every time I head to bed with … er … myself.
“Dammit.
“At the end of the DVD, there was a trailer for the Comstock’s next feature, Matt and Khym. I must have it. I need it.
“Tony Comstock, you are a fucking genius. Or a genius of fucking. Or something like that. You know how to give mmmmm porny goodness. Thank you from the bottom of my still-damp panties.”
I am not a gay man either. In fact I’m rather a caricature of a middle-aged straight man; slightly overweight, not much of a dresser. I have a lawn I mow wearing black socks, and a Weber Kettle on my (cracked) poured concrete patio.
Watching Damon and Hunter turns me on, too.
It turns me on because it makes me think about how much I like sex, how much I like looking at it and how much I like doing it. It turns me on because seeing Damon and Hunter touching each other makes me think about how much I love my wife and how much I love making love with her. It makes me think about how lucky I am to have someone I love and want and need as much as Damon and Hunter love and want and need each other. And when I think about all of that, I get hard. (I’m getting hard right now.)
Of course a lot of our pre-orders went out to gay men, and we’ve had some private e-mail back from them as well. I’m pleased (relieved!) to report they like Damon and Hunter too!
May 3rd, 2006 at 6:04 am
I watched more of it yesterday. I think I love you, TC, you and your dorky black socks and your eye for good porn.