Homem Nu

Uma série de pessoas aterra no Festim Nu à procura de homens nus. Desculpem, acho que acabo por não corresponder exactamente às vossas expectativas… Este post é para todos vós…


Billy puts a finger to his lips. He makes a motion of looking through a telescope and wiggles his ears. The other boy throws him a towel from the bed and he drops in over the rug. He stalks back to the bed, his shorts sticking out at the fly. He stops at the foot of the bed and pulls his shorts down, and his dick flicks out like a switch-blade as Billy clicks is tongue. He kicks his shorts over his shoulder and stands there, shaking his hands above his hand as if acknowledging the applause of a vast crowd. Robert has thrown back the sheet and is sprawled naked with a hardon, one foot sideways on the floor showing the dirty hole. They look at each other and their throbbing phalluses pick up the same rhythm – throb throb throb – heartbeats like drums in the dark room. Flash of signal drums and bleeping heart beat recorders. Billy does a slow-motions pratfall, legs in the air, applauding with his feet as Roberts pivots between his legs and they do a slow-motion underwater act, Billy squirming like a clam, flushing pink and purple and iridescent as the radiator starts gurgling and trilling and thumping like a copulating dinosaur and they ride the radiator sound-effects to a chorus of tremendous thumps that shake the old building to its foundation.
Burroughs, Blade Runner, a Movie

Não sei o que pensam, mas há sempre muito de um universo adolescente nos textos de B., no que se refere a sexo. Outros autores da época são muito mais crus, sexuados. Não sei se por algum pudor relativo à homossexualidade… Mas gosto do tom…