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So i thought i should write

So someone told me I should write here. So here I am

I'm interested in masculinity and its eroticism. Men do lots of stuff together which is very sexual, but pretending it isn't. I see this everywhere. Men go to the gym together, ostensibly to work themselves up for girls, but they spend much more time staring at each others muscles than staring into the eyes of some woman they fancy.

I'm talking about heterosexual men. Heterosexual men who are blind to the mystery of sexuality. Heterosexual men who don't consider the amount of sex in everything they do. Heterosexual men who don't see how much time they spend with other heterosexual men.

Men ride their bikes together. In clothes that make everything bulge. And I mean everything
Men meet for coffee. To talk manly stuff. In their shiny suits
Men watch football together. Watching other men run around with other men and kick balls around

So I thought I should work this out. Heterosexual men spend their time with other heterosexual men. And it's not in the least bit gay. I mean, really.

So I thought I should write about it. It's a play called 'Hommo', which I plan to put on mid-November. About men. Doing manly stuff. With other men.

T

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