rushing forward to sex
by
Douglas Messerli
Troye
Sivan (performer), Troye Sivan Mellet, Brett McLaughlin, Oscar Görres, and James
Alan Ghaleb (lyricists and composers), Grant Singer (director) My, My, My
/ 2018 [3:30 minutes] [music video]
One
of the most memorable of gay Australian pop icon Troye Sivan’s songs, My, My, My was
released on his second album, Something to Give Each Other in January 10th,
2018, and was first performed live on Saturday Night Live on January 20th. The
song, he has admitted, was inspired by his then relationship with US model
and photographer Jacob Bixenman, a relationship which lasted from 2016-2020.
At the time, the song was described as a
break-through declaring pure gay passion, and immediately moving to the heart
of the issue wherein two men keep “Running from love” at the very moment that
each night they “die” in one another’s arms. The constantly shifting frames of
Sivan’s willowy figure (Sivan suffers from a mild condition of mild form of
Marfan syndrome), mostly in black-and-white, with an open shirt rushing away as
he moves in a kind of frenzied forward dance, help to reiterate the almost
breathless utterance of the chorus:
Oh
my, my, my
I
die every night with you
Oh
my, my, my
Living
for your every move
The video begins with its general statement
of what seems to be his nearly breathless condition of passion:
Shine
on, diamond
Don't
make me wait another day
'Cause
passion is passion
You
know it just as well as me
This is followed by a pre-chorus that
summarizes the difficulties of that fact:
Now,
let's stop running from love
Running
from love
Let's
stop, my baby
Let's
stop running from us
Running
from us
Let's
stop, my baby
And is followed by the chorus which cannot
even fully express its love, leading with the phrase “My, my, my.”
The second statement even more fully exclaims
their passion:
Spark
up, buzz cut
I
got my tongue between your teeth
Go
slow, no, no, go fast
You
like it just as much as me
By the end of the song, the curly
blond-haired singer (blond, at least in this video) cannot do anything except respirate
his passion, repeating the chorus over and over.
This short gay work almost smells of lust
and sweat, as we see both singer and brief blips of his lover. The rush forward
to sex says everything about the work we need to know.
Los
Angeles, July 29, 2026
Reprinted
from My Queer Cinema blog (July 2026).
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