Gay phallus worship

BRAIN DAMAGE: Celebrating 35 Years of Gay Phallic Worship

Updated: Jul 6, 2023

In April 1988, horror audiences received their first dose of Frank Henenlotter’s psychotronic head-trip film Brain Damage. While not initially a accomplishment during its first theatrical run, over time, the low-budget sleazefest developed a cult status through its campy comedy and memorably grotesque kills. After becoming the host of an ancient phallic parasite recognizable as “Aylmer” (John Zacherle), a young man named Brian (Rick Hearst) falls into a downward spiral after getting hooked on the psychedelic highs the creature injects into his brain through his “juice.” Forming a Faustian deal, Brian can continue to have his fix in exchange for providing Aylmer his favorite food, fresh human brains.

Although drug addiction is the most commonly cited metaphor, Henenlotter and the film sound bored with such a simplistic analysis. With the sleaze auteur dismissing it as a “very slender reading” and Brian denying his girlfriend’s accusation that he is on drugs by saying it is “Nothing that simple,” this calls into question how else the film could otherwise be interpreted. Given the potent homo

And why not, declare I? Being a born-again pagan I’d much rather venerate the generative organ of the human male in all its splendour than abase myself before one of the invisible sky gods; I had my fill of that when I was an unwilling immature Catholic. And besides, what gay male doesn’t worship the phallus in some form?

Most people possess heard of the Japanese festival, Kanamara Matsuri, a Shinto fertility celebration. Colossal ceremonial phalluses are paraded through the streets and a good time is had by all. Less well-known is a similar Dionysian festival which takes place in the small town of Tyrnavos, Greece on the first Monday of Lent.

If you want to feast phallus-shaped bread, refreshment through phallus-shaped straws from phallus-shaped cups, kiss ceramic phalluses, sit on a phallus-shaped throne and sing dirty Greek songs about the phallus, then you should visit the little Greek town of Tyrnavos each year on “Clean Monday.”
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The festival is in honor of Dionysus, the Greek god of wine, madness and ecstasy. While the men, women and children of Tyrnavos celebrate the penis, the remain of Greece marks the beginning of the pre-Easter quick more modestly by fl

I Believe In The Phallus

           I believe in you, Superhuman Phallus, symbol of glory. My life has meaning since you taught me to worship you. You are the center of my body, of my experience, my sexuality, and my spirituality. It is for you and about you that the nature is united.
           I believe in you, beautiful Phallus, in your energy and your power, in your ability to bring ecstasy, when being sucked, licked, suckled or masturbated, all together. You suggest me the stiffness, beauty, the energy and your immaculate cum.
           I believe in you, glorious Phallus. I can only pray to you, worship you, adore you as God. Bound together, you and the body, which supports you, make two. And you are stranger to the body, which is Priapus in the heavens.
          I believe in the equality of all Phallus. black or white, young or old, large or small without discrimination.
          I believe in sexual energy, fundame
It might not be entirely shocking that a same-sex attracted man would absorb of his care for of dick while on a trip to San Francisco. The city is, after all, a famous queer enclave.
But when Francis Cassidy visited the city in 1979, the young same-sex attracted Montrealer discovered a group of male lover men who not only appreciated penises, they actually gathered regularly to worship them. In the late 70s, he placed an ad in the The Advocate in search of other men who craved cock.
When Cassidy, then starting his career as a social worker, first encountered the Temple Priapus, he learned that they weren’t just all about dicks. “They were doing important people outreach, like helping homeless gay youth,” he told VICE. “They were very effective in that.”
But the San Francisco chapter didn’t last, and Cassidy was inspired to start a Montreal chapter. Since kicking off the Temple and giving it a home in his basement, Cassidy has travelled to other cities to pride in Pride parades, and has helped others establish their own chapters. He is now the high priest of the international Temple, which has hundreds of members worldwide.
Now 72 and retired, Cassidy says the philosophy