Down the toilet, look at me
What a silly thing to do!
Hope nobody takes a pee
Yippee dippy doo.
That was from decades-old memory, so certainly error-riddled; don't go quoting me. Hell, don't bother with Pynchon any more -- have you seen what's going on at the amateur porn sites like xtube? I'm not talking about the videos -- I mean the communities coming together in the margins. (Heh.) Cocksmen strut and wag, and then have little chats with their viewers in asides, in which all boundaries of sex, age, and beauty are disregarded; the leatherbear with trussed-up balls is wildly cheered by his fellow burlies and the definitely-not-his-ilk lady watchers alike -- and he responds appreciatively to each in turn. Sometimes suggestions (as to sound, camera position, technique) are traded, and worked into future opera. The atmosphere tends to be enthusiastic (indeed, much more so than most other parts of the web), generous, and non-give-a-fuck-ish -- I'm guessing like a pre-HIV bathhouse, but, honestly, I have no idea. It seems to be something entirely new; a real queering afoot. I feel like a late Victorian confronted with the first village telephone: I sense the earth moving under my feet, but I don't know what direction it's headed.
For one thing -- who *are* any of these people (I mean the community of watchers, mainly)? Avatar pics represent something or other -- the person's fascination or hiding place -- but talk about displacement. This isn't technische Reproduzierbarkeit -- it's fucking the machine, through the machine, as the machine. Which isn't news. But who knew that it would seem so playful? Like a bunch of bonobos -- more campy than dystopic, really. So far.