"Sex Pig" and the Lie of Diversity
September 29, 2003
by Bernard Chapin
The
term “diversity” is now a ubiquitous part of our cultural parlance,
but its meaning remains nebulous and murky. It is applied liberally
by those with anti-liberal tendencies who often wish that ideas once
thought loathsome or disgusting will one day be as socially acceptable
as eating lunch or dinner.
“Diversity” functions as its own religion. It falsely claims that all actions or behaviors have value and that no ideas are more meaningful than any others (unless they are politically incorrect ideas but that’s another column). Most importantly, “please respect their diversity” is used as a bludgeon against whoever proclaims a bizarre behavior to be bizarre.
Just how much everyone’s diversity is validated, and, also how far we’ve plummeted as a culture, was made apparent to me after my friend, Vic, brought over a copy of a citywide entertainment paper called The Chicago Reader. [http://chireader.com/] It is a free weekly well-known to any city dweller. It is by no means a gay or alternative publication. Everyone reads it. “Take a look at this,” Vic said as he handed it to me. “It’s Sex Pig.”
Well, there he was. It was old “Sex Pig.” He was prominently displayed in leather gear on the paper’s cover with a message next to him stating, “This Little Piggy: Everyone has limits. Porn star Brian-Mark Just Hasn’t Found His Yet.”
This was an expose featuring a guy who used to work-out at my old gym. He was one of the strangest looking men I’ve ever seen, and if you saw him once you’d never forget him. He possessed matching arm tattoos of Satan, except these particular Satans had huge erect penises on them as appendages. Across his back was a tattoo carved into his flesh, reading “Sex Pig”–hence the nickname.
I used to tell people on the outside (meaning those in the suburbs or people in red states who aren’t exposed to this kind of diversity) about him, and others like him, but they’d never believe me. Now, thanks to the article, his website address is published and our readers, along with those who doubted me in the past, can have a look for themselves [http://brianmark.com].
Inside, was a five page article about him. It tried very hard to celebrate the wondrous diversity of this sick and twisted individual. It turned out to be more reminiscent of a psychiatric case study than a community profile. It has forensic value because it reminds us that there is no limit to the occasional depravity of the human mind.
The profile takes us through a sampling of this cause celebre’s nights and days. We tour his apartment where a photo of his mother is displayed alongside a picture of a nude man straddling a weight bench. More photos are also described. They feature all flavors of diversity such as men in various sexual positions with goats, bulls, and horses. He admits to us the charming: “Rottweilers are sexy. Horses are sexy. I played around with a dog once.” Neat!
This isn’t your sister’s diversity; it’s Edgar Allen Poe’s. The reader witnesses his injecting KY jelly into his nipples to puff them during a photo shoot, and hears him mention all his tattoos. Do we need to know more about this “lifestyle” being wrong, than that he has a pentagram tattoo below his waist and that his legs are adorned with tattoos of inverted crucifixes spitting fire?
We then here a recitation of all his diverse film roles, which involve “water sports, leather scenes, bondage” and “scat– big time.” One is reminded of Dick Cheney when he accidentally said into the microphone, “Big time” as such a statement would be appropriate about Sex Pig and not just Adam Clymer.
He confesses to considerable self-mutilation and the interviewer just can’t get enough of it:
“He got a Prince Albert–a piercing that goes through the urethra–and his first piece of jewelry was about the size of a small earring. A quick healer, Brian-Mark kept going back for larger and larger hardware. He ended up with a piece of metal through his penis ‘almost like a doorknob. It was huge, huge, with a ball weight on it. I would take it out at parties and drop it on the table and it would make this huge noise and everybody would laugh.”
Some laughing matter, his penis began to split apart from the weight of the device. Do you feel sorry for a person that has something like this happen to them? I don’t. His story is not one most Americans can relate to in any way. When a person is this stupid and masochistic, disdain, as opposed to sympathy, is our normal response.
Sadly, his “lifestyle” gets even uglier. He confides to us about his history of bare backing (gay sex without condoms) and thinks that he’s made a noble choice. You see, today, orgasmically infecting others is simply one more of our many legitimate choices. “It’s okay because he chose to do it.”
Here, he glosses over his murderous career with euphemisms:
“This is such a hot topic in gay pornography, and there’s so much hypocrisy involved…I do not think pornography is here to teach us. I’m sick that it has to make a stand. It’s just entertainment, and if two people want to f--- without rubbers, so be it.”
No, it’s not entertainment, it’s manslaughter. He has given himself a death sentence and now he will share it with all takers and comers. Besides, Sex Pig is wrong for another reason; his life in pornography teaches a great deal. It tells much about America today as we no longer have the moral power to condemn anything. The Ten Commandments is hate speech, but “if it feels good do it; if it feels really good do it twice” is gospel.
The writer of this article’s tone was triumphant. He really wants us to treasure this individual and does not want reality to present a barrier. You hear the writer’s voice through the narrative implying, “He lacks all pretense. He is totally open and free. He is life without a filter.” Yet such a voice could not be more false. Sex Pig does have a filter. It is an acidic and corrosive filter that makes sure that all of his activities are either hurtful to himself or others. That’s his filter, sold and manufactured by J. Dahmer Industries.
Probably one of the reasons gays undoubtedly loved his story was that it also depicts the porn star’s mother as being a PFLAG fantasy, and the type of the diversity goddess for whom they all would wish to be related. She is the model of tolerance. Mother and son go on trips and visit gay strip clubs together [“What a hoot!” she exclaims]. They even visit a New York pornography shop to look at nude magazine spreads of her darling son. This is the new, non-judgmental version of “mom” that the multi-culturalists want us to embrace, but it is in fact a nightmaric inversion of familial relations.
In this story “mom” has compounded the already existing damage through her unconditional acceptance of her offspring. Should you condemn children who engage in suicidal and homicidal behavior? Yes! Yet, my opinion is very much a minority view nowadays. Most people, I suspect, would readily identify condemnation as being the true tragedy as opposed to the HIV fumes of porn star.
I thank The Chicago Reader and Sex Pig for publishing his story as it allows us to see just how misguided diversity is. Two reasons or proofs of diversity’s irrationality stand out in my mind. One, it illustrates to those “on the outside” that the culture’s message is that we must tolerate everything, no matter how foul or revolting it is because diversity is now an end and also a mean. Second, Sex Pig’s confirmed existence must shock a great number of moderates who love diversity in theory but will certainly be made squeamish when confronted with an anti-hero like this.
After all, the Sex Pigs of this world are supposed to only be figments in the imagination of far right-winger’s. Thanks to this expose, the rest of the world can see that the refuse of diversity is in no way imaginary.
We need to virulently react to people like “Sex Pig” and refute any who believe his suicidal/homicidal behavior commendable. It was not so long ago that we could do this, but now our calling this man evil makes us “haters” or “homophobes.” Well, I say, “so be it.” Soon our porn star will be ill and on SSI, and then you and I will support him until he dies. Then we will finance the hospitalization of many others who made vile choices that our society refused to damn [see “Sex Club Socialism”]
The subject of this column is extreme to be sure, but, at this point, we’ve seen enough people implode after riding the apocalyptic diversity bandwagon. It’s time to put sugar in its gas tank and render it inoperable.
Bernard Chapin is a writer in Chicago.
