4. Aiden Shaw (1966- )
[guest post by Oscar Raymundo ]
I have no desire to ever watch an Aiden Shaw porn flick. For me, fantasies of Aiden stem from my own imagination. They don’t take me back to his “prime,” the thin-framed, clean-shaven smug of being the highest paid gay porn star of all time. No, my fantasies of Aiden are fixed in the present. At 46, Aiden Shaw is hotter now.
With piercing eyes, shoulders you could mount and a full head of lightening white hair, Aiden is a god among men – a sex-crazed Zeus with a British accent.
I first met Aiden in 2009, when he did a reading at A Different Light to promote his memoir, Sordid Truths. Since I had just started coordinating events at the bookstore, I was inexperienced and bewildered. He was eloquent and graceful yet gruff, certain of what he wanted but happy to please others. Fuck prancing around in my early twenties, I had so much to learn.
The sexiest thing about Aiden Shaw is his firm maturity, how he has embraced middle age like a stud embraces one-night stands. Aiden is a testament that men’s virility doesn’t have to whither over time. In fact, it can bulk up stronger, get thicker, hairier, rougher, insatiable without ever having to apologize.
For all of our aging sakes, I hope that there will come a day when we stop being so youth-obsessed. Give me elderly wisdom over whiney 21-year-olds any day. Think of it this way: every white hair is a sex trick perfected; every wrinkle is a roadmap to a lustful night you’ll never forget.
So while the rest of the world drools over gay porn’s vapid, erratic Dorian Grays du jour, I get off on Shaw’s stern, manly gaze, his commitment to wellbeing, his way with words. Who wants a fountain of youth when life is meant to be mouthwatering?
Oscar Raymundo is a writer based in San Francisco currently working on a futuristic gay love novel, ‘Confessions of a Boy Toy.’
[photo: Mustafa Sabbagh]