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Pink Narcissus

One Cocteau film away from a wet dream that Pierre et Gilles wished they conceived but better presented as a visualizer at Mood Ring in Brooklyn or Beaux in San Francisco. Musical. Sensual. A true delight in sexual liberty and solace. To let a butterfly’s wings flutter over your hard on is why I LIVE for cinema. How nice is it to be young and gay and full of cum and full of men and future men. The last moment of the film is striking, a shatter of reflection to meld into nature’s web of beauty. But beauty only exists before twink death.