Hanging five cowboys

[madeiradesouza]

“What exactly do you do in that cowboy show you’re in?” I ask him.

He smiles at me, apparently pleased that I have shown an interest in his work. “Singing and dancing mostly,” he replies. I imagine seeing him on a Wild West stage in a small saloon. There is honky-tonk piano music playing a fast-paced tune to a packed house of all-male cowboy customers. This seems to be a Wild West gay bar where the patrons are watching sexy cowboy actors dancing suggestively on the stage. He is one of five sexy cowboy performers. Each man was selected for this show based on the way Hollywood films and television series conceived of masculinity during the late Twentieth—men with square, lantern-jawed faces who look like they have spent their whole lives working out in a gym somewhere. He and his four fellow cowboy gang members on that Wild West stage show are not like cowboys that the polite public would expect. This group owns the stage wearing blue jeans, cowboy boots, and cowboy hats while they simulate cock sucking and butt fucking accompanied by a honky-tonk piano.

“Then, at the end of the show, we’re all hung,” he says. “No cowboy boots on. No shirts on.”

“All hung?” I ask him.

“Yeah, the grand finale of the show is a scene in which all five of us cowboy outlaws are hoisted up off the stage floor at the end of our nooses to die brutally,” he replies. “Tourists love that. Some of the men—the tourists—seem to get sexually aroused as they watch our pretend hangings. We use these special rope devices that makes the hangings look very real. The male tourists grab their crotches while we’re up there doing the show and the hanging. I don’t think they can help how they respond.”

[Excerpted from my 2016 science fiction time travel adventure, Moon Men Deep Inside -- Available for free downloading.]