Erotic Drake Fiction
Drew Millard
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Funny but sad at the same time. I appreciate many of the struggles Drake has in this story with feeling persecuted: with his fame he becomes a target for ridicule and venom, rumors and innuendo regarding his sexual vitality. Even though he can have any woman he wants now that he’s famous, what might have been the motivating factor for his drive to become a celebrity has become a problem instead of a reward.

I don’t know much about Drake, but the image you posted of him in the bathtub has a distinctly feminine feel to it, a sort of vintage eroticism usually reserved for the portrayal of females. His issues in the story with maintaining his image in the eyes of others as a virile man, and consequently with his own image of himself as a virile man, seem understandably complicated by this softer, erotic feminized image we are presented with. Which in turn is placed within a much broader, more currently accessible and much less pejorative perspective by his seemingly informal, and somewhat passive decision at the very end to hang out with Serena Williams, who in many ways is an equal yet opposite example to Drake, of a human who suffers from ignorant and judgmental opinions and treatment regarding her non-standard gender representation.

I’m sure her place in society, according to those portions of society which cling to unnecessarily strict and traditionally dogmatic beliefs about gender roles, is also a complicated and convoluted existence, which begs for an understanding of gender and gender roles that we collectively create as a society, which express that we are coming to terms with our growing awareness of our ability to collectively define and shape our perceptions of the social constructs we live by and within, and consequently an awareness of our responsibility to both better understand theses constructs, and to deconstruct and reconstruct them better. In order to correct many of the long held, yet incorrect and punitively moralistic, and sometimes downright willfully ignorant and cruelly negligent misconceptions of both the extreme religious right and the extreme reactionary left, which continue to cause confusion and suffering on a global scale, by guiding our societies implementation of laws, rules, and social norms that only continue to perpetuate and multiply further misconceptions, it seems as if we are, like Drake sitting in front of our computers, melancholic, questioning our collective intellectual virility with regard to changing the world in to a better place, because we realize our motivation might actually be for our own selfish reasons, that we have to answer the phone, and say “Why not” to the request to hang out with our equal, yet opposite gendered selves.

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