Barely Bearable Barebacking Bears*

I imagine your heart rate increases if you ass fuck without a condom. To engage in an act which could lead to your eventual contraction of HIV, knowingly, willingly. This is called “barebacking”. It’s thrilling to think that there are men who, in spite of the known risks, make a conscious decision to never wear rubbers. Of course there are the casual barebackers, but then there are those who are resolute in their choice.

Why, might you ask, would a poofter risk it? I think for some, it is because of the warm feeling that is infinitely richer in the absence of a condom. The moisture is more intense. Then there are those for whom condoms are a hassle, monetarily and preparation-wise. And then there are those who, I like to speculate, never wear condoms because they prize that increase in heartbeat, which is afforded an individual when they’re doing something wrong. Basic Instinct 2 called it risk addiction. There’s nothing noble about getting HIV, but there’s drama in the risk and there’s drama in the proposed consequence.

I am not advocating barebacking. I just find the motivations that surround it intriguing and as a voyeur, slightly arousing.

*title compliments of Rutherford Jones