“I love to be caressed,” he said to me, my hand on his chest. Color me impressed. As I get older, I continually notice the need for men to be touched. I’ve been a long time proponent of strip clubs, sex work, and so forth – physical sites designed for and marketed to men for sexual pleasure – even before I could really justify it legally or intellectually. I always had a hunch that something was going on there that was good for women and for sex, and that the usual bad mouthing on the grounds that men were sniveling tit-obsessed cretons was ill considered and lacked any constructive thought about the potential of these venues for sexual progress. Click here to read the full essay.
[MUST SEE] June Culp @ Freddy Gallery in Baltimore
Freddy Gallery presents a solo exhibition by Baltimore-based artist, June Culp. There is a compelling psycho-sexual violence embedded in Culp's paintings that is reinforced by the large scale and reductive imagery. The paintings are limited to mostly black-and-white depictions of what the artist describes as everyday preoccupations. These everyday preoccupations include fist-fights and strip clubs. On view until May 2 at Freddy Gallery, 510 West Franklin Street, Baltimore, Maryland