quigonejinn

The universe wants gay porn. I mean, it's a rainy, blustery morning, and I'm debating whether to go to the gym, but I open up my bathroom reading and

My eyes were shut and I was dreaming, when a youthful voice made me see an anxious Ageyli, a stranger, Daud, squatting by me. He appealed for my compassion. His friend Farraj had burned their tent in a frolic, and Saad, captain of Sharraf's Agey was going to beat him in punishment. At my intercession he would be released. Saad happened, just then, to visit me, and I put it to him, while Daud sat watching us, his mouth slightly, eagerly open; his eyelids narrowed over large, dark eyes, and his straight brows furrowed with anxiety. Daud's pupils, set a little in from the centre of the eyeball, gave him an air of acute readiness.

Saad's reply was not comforting. The pair were always in trouble and of late so outrageous in their tricks that Sharraf, the severe, had ordered an example to me made of them. All he could do for my sake was to let Daud share the ordained sentence. Daud leaped at the chance,, kissed my hand and Saad's and ran off up the valley; while Saad, laughing, told me stories of the famous pair. they were an instance of the eastern boy and boy affection which the segregation of women made inevitable. Such friendships often led to manly loves of a depth and force beyond our flesh-steeped conceit. When innocnet they were hot and unashamed. If sexuality entered, they passed into a give and take, unspiritual relation, like marriage.

Next day Sharaf did not come. Our morning passed with Auda talking of the march in front, while Nasir with forefinger and thumb flicked sputtering matches from the box across his tent at us. In the midst of our merriment two bent figures, with pain in their eyes, but crooked smiles upon their lips, hobbled up and saluted. They were Daud the hasty and his love-fellow, Farraj; a beautiful, soft-framed girlish creature, with innocent, smooth face and swimming eyes. They said they were for my service. I had no need of them; and objected that after their beating they could not ride. They replied they had now come bare-backed. I said I was a simple man who disliked servants about him. Daud turned away, defeated and angry; but Farraj pleaded that we must have men, and they would follow me for company and out of gratitude. While the harder Daud revolted, he went over to Nasir and knelt in appeal, all the woman of him evident in his longing. At the end, on Nasir's advice, I took them both, mainly because they looked so young and clean.

*is in hysterics of laughter, all right* CLEAN. THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL IT, LAWRENCE? CLEAN?

I mean, really. That should settle things RIGHT THERE as to whether Lawrence had any inclination towards the boys. It also sheds, I think, a lot of light on those stories about Lawrence in England, paying men to beat him. Maybe there's a vague chance Lawrence wasn't really into anything and just liked pretty boys who were CLEAN the same way I like Restoration Hardware, and yes, we'll all have a fit about how not all gay men are womanly and not how gay =/= we miss wimmins :(, but really. Never mind the stunningly beautiful discussions of being on campaign with Bedouins that's in the paragraph just before where I started quoting.

Just read that last paragraph with a dirty mind and be amazed that this got printed in 1926. Probably because it was just about them dirty A-rabs and not proper real Christians or whatever, but really.

Gives that bit in the movie a different tone, eh? :D