I’ve had the privilege is knowing Jake Jaxson for a while. When we meet and talk shop, we hunker down and spitball numbers, goals and percent changes. We pore over spreadsheets, calculate profit gains and losses, & strategize sales tactics for our hard goods division. The only way I’m able to make savvy deals today is because he is my mentor and my porn-father.
Once every often, I would get to see and visit with the other Jake Jaxson: very creative, slightly kooky (could you name an artist that isn’t), and just plain inspirational. It’s this Jake Jaxson that opened my mind to different ways of thinking. This Jake Jaxson one day said, “Fuck convention,” and created Project Gogo Boy. This Jake Jaxson works with the deft-handed RJ Sebastian to create visually (and physically) arousing mind-fucks.
Enter KISS·HUG·FUCK·LOVE. Not only could this short film be an advert for a campaign to promote the legalization of polygamy, I’m convinced that it could cure depression.*
Like A Thing of Beauty before it, KHFL is a poetic masterpiece that reflects the personal relationship of its creators. The cinematography, the music, the performances, and the overall mood just…. put a smile on my face. As a jaded New Yorker, I rarely get to smile (although one time, I giggled uncontrollably when I saw a nun slip on an icy pavement…. too much?). So imagine my surprise when I found myself grinning like a Cheshire cat, mooning over Duncan Black, Colby Keller and Justin Matthews. (Could I have them as my brother-husbands, please?)
Happiness… In world where our news cycles are filled with invading countries, missing aircrafts, racism, misogyny, discrimination, the denial of basic civil rights and Miley Cyrus, we often don’t get that ‘silver lining’ people are always harping about. We don’t get the happiness. We could easily make an argument for a doomed & despairing world. But there are moments — the kiss of a sensual lover, the hug from a caring friend, the love of family and the
hot steamy sex that happens in the back room of The Cock — ahem — those moments we should remember. We should foster and nourish those special beautiful moments.
Now I’m not saying that I’m depressed (though this past winter clarified the meaning of Seasonal Affective Disorder for me) but I now know that If I were, I could just go over to CockyBoys.com and watch KISS·HUG·FUCK·LOVE and feel all better.
*Seriously, this could be a road map to curing whatever ails ya’.