As a 21st century gay man, I thought porn had become so normalized.
I was no longer grossed out by the idea that someone legitimately wanted, by way of some kind of abstract reasoning, to be fisted. A guy pissing in another’s mouth finally led to thoughts of, “oh, he must just be thirsty,” instead of “why?” I even decided that I was comfortable with a pocket of the internet devoted to what I could only deduce to be niche fetishism: the “pig-like” side of sex, that could include everything from sniffing arm pits to smoke fetishism to hardcore BDSM to scat. I could even, I believe, be turned on by some of it. I became so aware of all of these many pockets, that it surprised me to be surprised and upset by Liam Cole’s Treasure Island Media fuck flick Slammed.
It is a flick Cole would have you believe is a film (LINK NSFW),but it is ultimately a gonzo porn movie that sexualizes drug abuse. Cole, ever the auteur, romanticizes his film in which John Phelps injects crystal meth prior to being aggressively fucked and torn open by his colleague. The film is uncomfortable in an unnecessary way. Cole, being the hands-on director he is, asks Phelps if he wants the lights off, prior to being, as he puts it, “stabbed.” The scene then features Phelps sitting post-needle, and then Cole asks, “can you feel it.” What follows is a nervous Phelps becoming so unbelievably high that he wants nothing more than to spread his legs and be prolapsed. Other scenes include snorting blow and doing G. All of which lead to some aggressive form of bareback sex. All under the guise of ‘art cinema.’ Cole will have you believe that his intentions are good because the hypodermic needle is actually cinematically overlaid on top of a bareback threesome. I think we’ve been trolled by the porn industry in the worst possible way.
It is a PNP porn flick—PNP standing for “Party and Play,” an expression you may read on gay dating sites that is often read as “no PNP.” Party = let’s get high in this sense. Cole, for some reason, decides it is worth making a movie about. Cole says he used vintage PNP movies as inspiration for Slammed, and thus it is meant to supplant our nostalgia for something we, quite assuredly, never actually needed. This was not the hole gay porn was destined to fill. Frankly, as someone who enjoys taboo ideas, I find Slammed to be completely irresponsible.
And don’t get me wrong, I understand what Treasure Island Media is. These movies are meant to take uncomfortable ideas about sexuality and literally stretch them outside of the boundaries of human cognition. The viewer, the voyeur, is meant to think something is legitimately reprehensible, but still feel aroused by it. In the case of Slammed, I wanted to throw up, and I feel the urge to reach through the screen and pull the ‘top’ off Phelps, and drag him out of the dimly lit hotel he’s being reamed in. I kept thinking, “dude, you won’t even remember this until you watch it later” and “are you really smiling and kissing your cohort because he’s the guy you want to be “bred” by, in this hotel, while on crystal meth?” It’s a touch self-righteous, I’ll agree, but acceptable self-righteousness. While I think drugs taken recreationally is no concern of mine, it does begin to become a public problem when doing crystal meth, a drug that is so problematic and dangerous and heartbreaking, is being sexualized in such a way, cast against good looking dudes enjoying a toss in the sack, who are designed, with or without meth, to make you cum. When porn is no longer about the cock, the Crisco, the facial, the money shot, the condom (or lack thereof), and drugs become the catalyst for which you coat your chest and belly in thick, white cum, I have a problem. And I think Liam Cole is a disgusting asshole who should rethink his self-assessment of being an auteur, when really he’s just a irresponsible link-baiter who doesn’t appear too concerned about his party porn stars. Just hearing his direction and encouragement on-screen proves he’s getting off on his own work (thus getting off on himself).
I wanted to write this blog post more than I wanted to will myself to have an erection. For the first time in my life with porn, I wanted to cry.