Sex With Snakes And Other Black Party Debauching Documented In Sizzling Book

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Noted publicist/writer R. Couri Hay has gone to a Black Party or two in his time, and he's written a novel called Secret Lives, which culminates with a stop at the 1981 installment of the annual gay debauch (which is coming up this Saturday).

Here's some of his sparkling prose:


"Rodney's eyes continued to roam. He saw that there were men of every type handcuffed to the steel columns supporting the roof. The men were nude except for white socks and construction boots.

"Each had a black leather hood over his face; the zippers under their noses and mouths were open so they could breathe, but the zippers in front of their eyes were closed. All the men had erections, and hundreds of hands and mouths wandered, searched, and explored the men lashed to the poles by their wrists and ankles.

"When Rod's eyes were wide open because the Ecstasy had started to kick in, his attention turned from the pillars and went back to the stage. There he saw a man in a leather thong and harness hold up a 7-foot boa constrictor that was clearly alive. Rod had never witnessed this strange performance art before.

"He watched as the hooded executioner slowly worked the snakes wiggling tail into the ass of a prostrate figure chained to a bed. He was squirming and whining, not in pain, but in pleasure. As the snake disappeared up the butt of the handsome man, Rod slowly walked down the stairs toward the stage, fascinated by this live sex act.

"By the time he had threaded his way to the front, past the bar and the men handcuffed to the columns, his pleasure was heightened by the knowledge that here he was no one. He was still wearing his jacket, hat, and aviator glasses. Here, lost in the crowd, he was not a celebrated designer, a socialite, or a star; here he was just a man like all other men.

"The smell of sweat hung heavy in the room. Men posed everywhere, leaning against the walls, stretched out on the platforms, hands in their pockets, behind their heads, on their crotches, around lovers or strangers. Every imaginable human shape had been assumed by a thousand men.

"The area around the stage was packed so tightly he couldn't get near it, but he could see the Vaseline glisten on the ass of the boy and on the body of the snake as much too much of it was pulled from out of the boy's body before he was untied, thrown over the henchman's back, and carried off the stage.

"There was no applause, but the audience was cruising one another for reactions. Rodney could feel hands reaching out and groping him as he moved through the crowd, leaving traces of their perspiration on his leather sleeves."


Hmm. Glad to see things have changed so drastically in 31 years, lol.



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12 comments
noodle
noodle

how gross! I'm a homo who doesn't get reptile abuse.  No wonder Republicans think we're sick people.  I try to keep an open mind but sticking a snake up your butt is not cute people. 

Ovo
Ovo

Too bad the book isn't better written.

Nonplussed
Nonplussed

Never understood the white socks things. Most odd.

Rick shur
Rick shur

Krum, in early 1981, the health issue was still "the heartbreak of herpes," which was avoided by giving the straight/gay partner a careful skin check. (If there were no bumps on or near the privates, all systems were go.) By the end of the year, there was talk of a gay cancer, but it was an anomolous thing that didn't seem to be an STD like herpes. Drugs, especially poppers, came under suspicion.

R. Couri Hay
R. Couri Hay

              Secret Lives is the story of a bisexual designer named Rodney Sparrow who falls  in love with Blandy Bradford the "debutante of the decade." They marry in a blaze of  happiness and publicity. Rodney fails to confess his secret gay sex life to her and when she finds out she's both pregnant and infected with the Aids virus she shoots him a druged induced state in the novels first chapter  . In the books last chapter,number 25 the famed photographer  Robert Mapplethrope , one of hundreds of real people  and events in the book and Rodney go to The Saints 1st black party in 1981 . The chapter is 10,000 words long . Everyday the saintatlarge.com will add more text and pictures by Patrock McMullan and Anton Perich form this period of the various celbrites that populated this rarified and debauched world. The day this story covers is March 21, 1981. It takes you from a black tie dinner with Andy Warhol and CZ and Cornelia Guest on the upper east side to dancing at  Studio 54 with my ex-lover Halston, Liza , and Truman Caopte .  Rodney then goes home to change into black leather for the Black Party. Restless and reckless  he hits the Rambels in Central Park for some out door  group sex before heading to  the erotic circus and infamous balcony of the saint after he listens to Grace Jones sings "I want a man " Join me if you dare on this wild night that ultimately holds Rodney responsible for his choices.  As the author of Secret Lives i want to thank you for taking the time to read Michael Musto's always topical column and  i certainly enjoy all your comments. Go to saintatlarge.com and read the 10,000 word chapter  that ill update daily through this years black party on  Sunday March 25th .Read it  if you dare and comment if you care.  ill bet you have a secret life of your own , Nest Ce Pas? pleas feel free to share it with me .  R.Couri Hay , author of Secret Lives 

Southern Dave
Southern Dave

I knew a girl who did an act with a snake.

Her stage name was Anna Conda.

music1028
music1028

And we wonder why many in  'straight' society calls us perverts and freaks.

Thy
Thy

I thought men were pigs not snakes.

Notyah Nalla
Notyah Nalla

I'd be worried of the snake rearing back and biting in self defense, trying to protect itself from beingher eaten

latenitebump
latenitebump

interesting line up for dj s for the party!prices ridiculous.

Krum
Krum

Wasn't 1981 when AIDS was starting?

Robertz
Robertz

I always wanted to see that snake sex act!!

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