I recently written an article for ka-os|theory, titled "Dacryphilia: When Thugs Cry". Writing about one of my first experiences watching urban, gay porn; I unexpectedly pulled up memories of a darker brand. Dead men laying in the street while brothas laughed about unrelated matters. Attending funerals where black men were unable to express their sadness. Looking back, I was really surprised by my own callousness.
Although I do love to see thugs whimper and cry, I don't think people see the deeper connection. It's a rare opportunity to see the world hardest men become soft before your eyes. A chance to see what happens when the facade of hyper-masculinity collaspes under pressure.
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Does these sexual-emotional releases carry therapuetic value?
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