Can’t Complain…
Walking to work this morning, I was startled by this poster…
My first reaction was this: Eesh! Or as Aunt Sassy once said, “I don’t need to see that!”
But then I realized something. We homos can’t really complain about… about… having to peer right up a woman’s legs first thing in the morning on our way to work. Marcus Wilson’s posters for Comeback, Chop Suey’s monthly gay night, have been terrorizing straight men with hard-fucking-core images of gay sex for nearly two years now. Vintage images of sweaty buttfuckers, guys giving and getting blowjobs, boys bent in half—those Comeback posters are pure porn—and without a doubt they make straight guys go “eesh.”
So it’s payback time. Gay guys get to ogle “Comeback” posters, straight guys get to ogle “Deep Cuts” posters—now there’s a little something for all guys, gay and straight, on Seattle’s light poles. That’s nice. What’s not so nice, though, is the fact that “Deep Cuts” is a synonym for, um, gash. Eesh.