Pete With The Meat has left Gaza with his suitcases filled with photo equipment and props. We in Gaza can now relax without the constant stare of a lens in our face. We can scratch our butts, let our tits down and face the day without the beady eye of a lens staring us in the face.
But it wasn't just us in Queer Gaza that face the gaze of the one-eyed, others had their moments in history as well. Female porn stars dressed in burkas and scarves, their private areas exposed for all to see were captured on a digital surface as well. Every kink examined, photographed and displayed.
That was one of the problems. Pete With The Meat enjoys his photos a great deal and nothing more captivated him than to show everyone else. Watching a baseball game, there was Pete with his bevy of tied up women on a stick. Out to dinner, never fear, Pete is there to show you rope bondage, flowers, whipped women, bent women, women in leather, naked women, and women hanging from trees with sparks blazing all around.
In the morning, while he sat in my favorite reading chair going over his latest display of women in various what-knots. I would sit on the couch, missing my chair and, while trying to read the paper, be shown more women.
It's not that I don't appreciate the human form but hey, I'm queer, in the sense that womens just don't ring by ding-dong. But that doesn't stop the show, Pete With The Meat goes on and on until he leaves. And for some months, Queer Gaza is once again queer before the paparazzi returns.
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