This is the elephant in the room, so I'm going to say it simply. Gay men need to own incest. For too long, we've been playing the straight game, suppressing our desires and hiding our sexuality. Incest is an essential part of gay sexual identity. Most of us have daddy fantasies. I sure do. I was sexually attracted to my father, uncles, and grandaddy and wanted to have (consensual) sex with them. I wanted to bottom for them. Almost every bottom I know had his first sexual experience with a family member, usually an older male relative. This is part of who we are and we should resist the straight 'ick' reaction and just say it. Consensual sex between men is the hottest, purest form of sex and we should embrace it. Virtually every gay adoptive parent I have met has either jerked off thinking about his sons, adopted or biological, or regularly has consensual sex with them.
I emphasize 'consensual' because this is critical, people. You see, I grew up in a nasty, unpleasant flyoveristani shithole. My daddy, uncles, and graddaddy was mean, violent ranchers. They forced themselves on me. They started doin it to me when I was 8 and this continued long into my high school days until I finally ran away from home at 16. I remember the first time my daddy assaulted me he done beat me with his belt. I was a chubby, effeminate, obviously gay athletic and unattractive kid. I had no friends! My daddy assaulted me, beat me and fucked my ass, screaming, "This is just something that's gonna happen from now on!":
The assaults were brutal, savage and would occur without warning.. They would mount me, seed me and mock my puny, inferior cocklet with homophobic blame language. My daddy even killed my beloved pony, my only source of cumfort in the world! This was when I was 15. I had put on mondo weight on account of my cumfort eatin. My daddy kilt my pony by shootin it up the asshole. Then he called in the Chicano farmhands to clear out the body. The farmhands was all bare-chested and jacked and wearing tight, ripped Levi's jeans.
My daddy said, se deshacen del caballo!
One farmhand, a mustachioed, swarthy guy in his late 20s replied, sí señor - y su hijo?
A mi hijo puedes dar tu pinga si lo quieres,
Hasta embarazarlo?
Como quieres - si te gusta. Tu e los otros tienen mucha leche?
Sí señor
Bueno, el putito puede chupar vosotros y despues pueden chingarlo.
Bueno, señor.
Then the Chicano farmhands done mounted me and fucked me. They throat raped me screaming curses and Spanish. They pissed in my gape and forced me to drink their farts rim their ripe, hairy asses.
My daddy said, They is gonna put a baby in you, faggot. About that time, the pastor was payin a visit with his wife and daughters. His daughters giggled cruelly when they saw me being used as fuckmeat for the Chicanos. The pastor shrieked with laughter and pointed, sayin, Girls, that's what a queer is! The pastor's wife was a squarely built midwestern woman who, of course, had long ago lost her looks. She was doughy and flabby. She had an angry rictus grin on her face and she casually kicked my balls while the Chicanos were faghandling me. My daddy roared with laughter, took off his belt and started beating my ass with it while the pastor's wife bellowe homophobic slurs at me at the top of her lungs. The pastor was hard in his Levi's. If his family ain't been there he'd have started jerkin off.
This scarred me and it took much coaxing from my husbear for me to agree to adopt our sons.