1. Gay men always want to be the center of the attention.
2. Gay men have oral fixation.
3. Gay men roll like girls.
4. Gay men are mom's boy.
5. Gay men think sports are boring.
6. Gay men are obsessed with fashion.
7. Gay men love to dance.
8. Gay men love fistining ass.
9. Gay men are incompetent running machinery.
10. Gay men families are the last to know.
11. Gay men are clean.
12. Gay men lack strong male models.
13. Gay men always have a trust girl-pal by side.
14. Gay men have ??? wrist.(you can help me on this one)
15. Gay men are catty.
16. Gay men are drama queens.
17. Gay men pepper their lives with Pop culture references.
18. Gay men are into watersport.
19. Gay men value education.
20. Gay are whinny bitches.
Which one is you stereotype?
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Bear terms
Some terminology relating to the Bear community includes:
Admirer - a term that refers to someone who is sexually or romantically attracted to Bears (this term is often used in various communities to describe an outsider who has sexual attraction to people within that community). Also often referred to as a Chaser. Admirers/Chasers can be of any weight, hairy or hairless and any age.
Bear - a hairy man with a stocky or heavyset build and facial hair. Can be clean shaven and of any age.
Cub - a younger (or younger looking) version of a Bear, typically but not always with a smaller frame. The term is sometimes used to imply the passive partner in a relationship. Can be hairy or hairless.
Daddy bear - is an older guy sometimes looking for a daddy/son relationship with either a younger Bear, Cub, Otter, Wolf or Chaser.
Goldilocks - A female, often heterosexual, who is often in the company of bears (a bear's fag hag). Also can be referred to as an Ursula.
Muscle bear - a muscular version of a Bear. A muscle cub is a younger or smaller, yet muscular, version. Can be hairy or hairless and of any age.
Koala bear - a bear with blond hair
Panda bear - a bear of Asian ethnicity. A panda cub is younger version. Usually hairless.
Polar bear - a silver- or white-haired Bear.
Otter - a man who is hairy, but is not large or stocky - typically thinner, or with lean muscle. Slimmer version of a Bear with little pockets of fat like love handles or a tiny gut, but not as lean as a Wolf.
Spirit bear - a Bear that approaches his sexuality and 'inner bear' from a spiritual stand point. Usually rooted in various international and cultural references and traditions. Notably present in pagan communities where being gay is predominantly accepted.
Woof - A greeting often used when a Bear spots another Bear in public and wants to express physical attraction. He might make a growling noise ("Grrr!") or say "Woof!"
Bear run - a gathering or circuit party for Bear/Cub types and their Admirers.
Bear soup - a swimming pool or hot tub full of bears which usually includes lots of group cuddling and frolicking. These are common place at Bear runs.
Admirer - a term that refers to someone who is sexually or romantically attracted to Bears (this term is often used in various communities to describe an outsider who has sexual attraction to people within that community). Also often referred to as a Chaser. Admirers/Chasers can be of any weight, hairy or hairless and any age.
Bear - a hairy man with a stocky or heavyset build and facial hair. Can be clean shaven and of any age.
Cub - a younger (or younger looking) version of a Bear, typically but not always with a smaller frame. The term is sometimes used to imply the passive partner in a relationship. Can be hairy or hairless.
Daddy bear - is an older guy sometimes looking for a daddy/son relationship with either a younger Bear, Cub, Otter, Wolf or Chaser.
Goldilocks - A female, often heterosexual, who is often in the company of bears (a bear's fag hag). Also can be referred to as an Ursula.
Muscle bear - a muscular version of a Bear. A muscle cub is a younger or smaller, yet muscular, version. Can be hairy or hairless and of any age.
Koala bear - a bear with blond hair
Panda bear - a bear of Asian ethnicity. A panda cub is younger version. Usually hairless.
Polar bear - a silver- or white-haired Bear.
Otter - a man who is hairy, but is not large or stocky - typically thinner, or with lean muscle. Slimmer version of a Bear with little pockets of fat like love handles or a tiny gut, but not as lean as a Wolf.
Spirit bear - a Bear that approaches his sexuality and 'inner bear' from a spiritual stand point. Usually rooted in various international and cultural references and traditions. Notably present in pagan communities where being gay is predominantly accepted.
Woof - A greeting often used when a Bear spots another Bear in public and wants to express physical attraction. He might make a growling noise ("Grrr!") or say "Woof!"
Bear run - a gathering or circuit party for Bear/Cub types and their Admirers.
Bear soup - a swimming pool or hot tub full of bears which usually includes lots of group cuddling and frolicking. These are common place at Bear runs.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Curious
I'm sorry, but if you're a dude, and you want a dude to touch your dong, then, you're a fucking homo. Fess up and just say it! Ok, you may be bi, but you're not straight. You like men's ding dongs!
"Im married also and am straight and have a cock smaller then yours.
Ive never been with a guy and never touched a guys cock.
Id like to experience me jacking a cock off and having my cock jacked off.
Oral by me would not work for me since Im not gay.
Im age 56 and live near Columbia,SC."
"Im married also and am straight and have a cock smaller then yours.
Ive never been with a guy and never touched a guys cock.
Id like to experience me jacking a cock off and having my cock jacked off.
Oral by me would not work for me since Im not gay.
Im age 56 and live near Columbia,SC."
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Is this worth it? (Shawn is the evil one)
Before you read this, know that I was tired when I wrote this, and also extremely pissed.
My mother called the house, and woke me up, then wanted to know why I was sleeping. Gee ma, maybe because I've been working all night? So here I am awake, getting ready for bed finally. Se thought it'd be a good idea to bring the kids over the house today. Don't get me wrong, I love my Niece, and Nephews, but I do need my rest. And having toddlers around the house is not the way to get it done. Well moving on... My ma looks at me, and says, "we need to talk (Oh shit), but we won't because you've changed." I respond with a "Changed? How so ma?" Well Chris, you never wanted to be out, and now since meeting Shawn, you've become this 'Hi I'm queer' person, and you are broadcasting it to the world." me, "Well ma, I figured I"d let them know, because I was suicidal and depressed, but am not anymore. Do you think my coming out has had anything to do with it?" My ma, "No, you gays always have to push your agenda on people like me, and i am sick and tired of it. I read your e-mail, saying, 'Ok, I'll tell Wendy, then a few days later you told her." (Now someone here is lying, because at the time I told Wendy, she acted like she didn't know I was going to tell Wendy. She also acted Shocked that I would.) Well i looked at her saying, "It's not an agenda, and i am not forcing it on anyone else, would it be different if I said I was back with Katrina (My ex). (Silence) "I'm sorry ma, but you're the one who is not ready to talk. I just turned and walked away.
"Shawn is telling you what to do? What the fucking hell? I won't speak ill of those who have passed on, but Bill used to say that. Now my ma has this idea that Shawn is forcing me to come out, and is forcing me to be someone I am not. Has she forgotten what I was like when I was depressed? I would lay there, with them poking and yelling at me to get up out of bed, I would lay there to the point where I would be so pissed that i would strike out at them. Does she really want me like that again? She's worried about my temper now, well what about then? I have too much to live for now. I have a bud who makes me laugh, and a man who completes my life. Every weekend is a vacation for me, and I honestly dread coming home on Monday, but know that i must. When I'm home I face bull shit, and shit I wouldn't wish on my Enimies.
John and I have breakfast on Tuesday morning, and it was great, there's nothing like breaking bread with a friend. Well, this BS with my mother is getting to the point where the only way we can be comfortable with the situation is if we joke about it. John will often say, "So, have you been kicked out again? or how many times have you been kicked out?" While we laugh at this, it is fucking sad that we even have facts to back this joke up. WE both got to talking about our Faith, and about where the "Christian we went to school with" are. John and I are your normal 22 year old putz, but are not into the clubbing scene. The funny thing is that those in school who avoided us for not being "christian" enough are either now unmarried and with child, or are big time clubbers. Yeah, John and I both agreed that we believe in God, but do not agree with organized religion. Does that make us agnostic? I guess so, I don't know, maybe some one will leave a comment here. What i am trying to say, through my sleepy eyes, is I am officially turned off from my folks, and apparently, my mother hates Shawn. Sad, she never mt him, and never got to see what a wonderful guy he is, but it's her loss. John had the balls to meet him, and this coming weekend will meet him again, for a second time. Shawn is telling me what to do, fuck no, My ma is the one forcing her agenda on me, and is telling me what to do. Mark my words, as soon as I can, I am out of this hell hole. And when the time comes, I am dropping the "lefave" name and will gladly take Shawn's name. At least his family talks to me in a civil manner, and at least they treat us with respect. I've changed? Fuck yeah, and for the better, I am not mentally depressed. The only one making me depressed, is my ma.
My mother called the house, and woke me up, then wanted to know why I was sleeping. Gee ma, maybe because I've been working all night? So here I am awake, getting ready for bed finally. Se thought it'd be a good idea to bring the kids over the house today. Don't get me wrong, I love my Niece, and Nephews, but I do need my rest. And having toddlers around the house is not the way to get it done. Well moving on... My ma looks at me, and says, "we need to talk (Oh shit), but we won't because you've changed." I respond with a "Changed? How so ma?" Well Chris, you never wanted to be out, and now since meeting Shawn, you've become this 'Hi I'm queer' person, and you are broadcasting it to the world." me, "Well ma, I figured I"d let them know, because I was suicidal and depressed, but am not anymore. Do you think my coming out has had anything to do with it?" My ma, "No, you gays always have to push your agenda on people like me, and i am sick and tired of it. I read your e-mail, saying, 'Ok, I'll tell Wendy, then a few days later you told her." (Now someone here is lying, because at the time I told Wendy, she acted like she didn't know I was going to tell Wendy. She also acted Shocked that I would.) Well i looked at her saying, "It's not an agenda, and i am not forcing it on anyone else, would it be different if I said I was back with Katrina (My ex). (Silence) "I'm sorry ma, but you're the one who is not ready to talk. I just turned and walked away.
"Shawn is telling you what to do? What the fucking hell? I won't speak ill of those who have passed on, but Bill used to say that. Now my ma has this idea that Shawn is forcing me to come out, and is forcing me to be someone I am not. Has she forgotten what I was like when I was depressed? I would lay there, with them poking and yelling at me to get up out of bed, I would lay there to the point where I would be so pissed that i would strike out at them. Does she really want me like that again? She's worried about my temper now, well what about then? I have too much to live for now. I have a bud who makes me laugh, and a man who completes my life. Every weekend is a vacation for me, and I honestly dread coming home on Monday, but know that i must. When I'm home I face bull shit, and shit I wouldn't wish on my Enimies.
John and I have breakfast on Tuesday morning, and it was great, there's nothing like breaking bread with a friend. Well, this BS with my mother is getting to the point where the only way we can be comfortable with the situation is if we joke about it. John will often say, "So, have you been kicked out again? or how many times have you been kicked out?" While we laugh at this, it is fucking sad that we even have facts to back this joke up. WE both got to talking about our Faith, and about where the "Christian we went to school with" are. John and I are your normal 22 year old putz, but are not into the clubbing scene. The funny thing is that those in school who avoided us for not being "christian" enough are either now unmarried and with child, or are big time clubbers. Yeah, John and I both agreed that we believe in God, but do not agree with organized religion. Does that make us agnostic? I guess so, I don't know, maybe some one will leave a comment here. What i am trying to say, through my sleepy eyes, is I am officially turned off from my folks, and apparently, my mother hates Shawn. Sad, she never mt him, and never got to see what a wonderful guy he is, but it's her loss. John had the balls to meet him, and this coming weekend will meet him again, for a second time. Shawn is telling me what to do, fuck no, My ma is the one forcing her agenda on me, and is telling me what to do. Mark my words, as soon as I can, I am out of this hell hole. And when the time comes, I am dropping the "lefave" name and will gladly take Shawn's name. At least his family talks to me in a civil manner, and at least they treat us with respect. I've changed? Fuck yeah, and for the better, I am not mentally depressed. The only one making me depressed, is my ma.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Let's export the gays!
Before I met Shawn, I knew I wanted to move to NH, because of the freedoms I knew I'd have. I'd be able to own a firearm, with less hassle than down here in Massachusetts. I'd even be allowed to own camin, and monitors. But with people saying that homosexuality is destructive, and we should export them...Why live in the US? I do believe that homosexuals who are not out and who are "hooking up" are the ones to blame. I as a gay man am afraid to go to some rest stops, not because of the fear of being beaten up, but rather, because the married men at these places are creeping me out. There's a local park with several trails, in the medford area, and I'd love to take Shawn there some time. But it's also one of the area's largest cruising spots, and the state troopers are always there, scoping out the place for gay men. Yes, Shawn and I are legit, and not hooking up for casual sex next to ball fields, but that wouldn't stop the cops from questioning us, and harassing us. Something needs to be done.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sex with a bicycle(not me) But shows the scots are weird.
Man who had sex with bike in court
By Richard Alleyne
Last Updated: 2:07am GMT 31/10/2007
A man has been placed on the sex offenders’ register after being caught trying to have sex with a bicycle.
Bryony Gordon: How do you have sex with a bicycle?
Goat survived by kid and human husband
Doctors battle to save 'human pin-cushion'
Robert Stewart was discovered in his room by two cleaners at the Aberley House Hostel in Ayr, south west Scotland, in October last year.
Robert Stewart admitted sexual breach of the peace
On Wednesday Mr Stewart admitted to sexual breach of the peace in Ayr Sheriff Court, where depute fiscal Gail Davidson described how he had been found by the hostel workers.
She said: "They knocked on the door several times and there was no reply.
"They used a master key to unlock the door and they then observed the accused wearing only a white T-shirt, naked from the waist down.
"The accused was holding the bike and moving his hips back and forth as if to simulate sex."
Both witnesses, who were extremely shocked, notified the hotel manager, who in turn alerted the police.
Mr Stewart was placed on the sex offenders’ register but his sentence was deferred until next month.
He is not the first man to be convicted of a sexual offence involving an inanimate object, however.
Karl Watkins, an electrician, was jailed for having sex with pavements in Redditch, Worcs, in 1993.
By Richard Alleyne
Last Updated: 2:07am GMT 31/10/2007
A man has been placed on the sex offenders’ register after being caught trying to have sex with a bicycle.
Bryony Gordon: How do you have sex with a bicycle?
Goat survived by kid and human husband
Doctors battle to save 'human pin-cushion'
Robert Stewart was discovered in his room by two cleaners at the Aberley House Hostel in Ayr, south west Scotland, in October last year.
Robert Stewart admitted sexual breach of the peace
On Wednesday Mr Stewart admitted to sexual breach of the peace in Ayr Sheriff Court, where depute fiscal Gail Davidson described how he had been found by the hostel workers.
She said: "They knocked on the door several times and there was no reply.
"They used a master key to unlock the door and they then observed the accused wearing only a white T-shirt, naked from the waist down.
"The accused was holding the bike and moving his hips back and forth as if to simulate sex."
Both witnesses, who were extremely shocked, notified the hotel manager, who in turn alerted the police.
Mr Stewart was placed on the sex offenders’ register but his sentence was deferred until next month.
He is not the first man to be convicted of a sexual offence involving an inanimate object, however.
Karl Watkins, an electrician, was jailed for having sex with pavements in Redditch, Worcs, in 1993.
I'd rather be hated for something I am than be loved for something I am not.
WTF, the end credits tell all. But I tell you this, if more videos, and media like this gets out into the hands of the general public, than we are fucked. Hate messages like these only bring on violence.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Kid sticks drum stick up arse
Brings a new meaning to keeping the beat. My gawd, what the young kids do these days. And I thought I was wild. Ok so I've stuck things up there, but you'll have to ask to find out.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3c9YAiMaoF4&feature=related
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3c9YAiMaoF4&feature=related
Friday, April 11, 2008
Daddy's angry, man this hits home
This is taken from nifty.org. For much of my "daddy/son" life, this was what my relationships were like. Though I am in a daddy/son relationship now, we do not take it to this extreme. Outside of the bedroom, Shawn and I are a loving couple. Though in the bedroom, I AM HIS boy. There is an intimate power that can be felt. When I am with Shawn, I feel the power of a father that I have always looked for. But because of how he treats me out of the bedroom, we are not ruled by our fetish. I love him dearly, and i look foreward to the time we exchange our vows.
Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 13:39:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: woodlawnjerome@yahoo.com
Subject: daddy's angry
I got home as quick as I could. I knew I was in trouble. The house was dark
and all I could smell was the musky scent of "daddy". He was home
somewhere; I felt it. Still, some part of me decided to pretend he wasn't
there. Idiotically, I called his name. "Karl?" (He had allowed me to call
him by his first name a week ago) "Daddy?" "Sir?" "Are you there?" I hung
up my jacket. My cock grew hard for some reason, I'm not sure. "Sir?" I
proceeded further into the house down the long hallway to where his den
was. For some stupid reason, I still thought he wasn't home, yet my voice
grew quieter as I called for him again. "Daddy?" A thunderous "GET IN HERE,
BOY!" came from where his den was. Like a robot, I made my way towards that
voice. My God, he had such a hold over me!
There "daddy" was, sitting in his big chair in front of the fireplace. I
made my way slowly over to where he was sitting. He had nothing but his
dark slacks on. He was leaning back a little in his chair; his huge legs
were spread a bit. His massive arms were on the arms of the chair. His eyes
were half-closed. He was half-rocking in the chair, lightly tapping those
massive size 14 feet. His face had light stubble on it and I could smell
the hint of after shave a little better now. His thick cock was peering out
of the pant opening, throbbing lightly. He peered at me through his
half-open eyes, his square face stern. "Why are you late, boy?", he
quizzed. I was trapped between fear of and renewed lust for this large,
powerful white man who claimed me for his own a few months earlier, making
me his little black love slave. I just couldn't find the words
until..."Well?!", he screamed. "I-I-I was late because...I-I missed the
bus", I stammered. I was actually at the store trying to buy his favorite
drink. The idiots had ran out and forgot to restock! Oh boy! So I had to
run frantically to another store to find out they sold their last
bottle. All this made me late for my master's 4PM "feeding and
breeding". I've been late once for "feeding and breeding". Let's just say
I'm lucky he loves me...and that I love being his slave.
"Get over here. On your knees", he ordered. I obeyed, kneeling before him,
my face pointed to the ground. He studied me for what seemed like a whole
hour. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my head. "Tell me what I
wanna hear. NOW!", He shouted. "I'm sorry, daddy. I'm so sorry I'm late", I
whimpered like a little girl, over and over again. I was actually lucky
this time. Karl has never hesitated to slap me or spank me "because I made
him angry". I would always try to appease him by sprawling on the ground at
his feet and grabbing and caressing his huge tree-trunk calves while
kissing his feet. His anger, however, was always shortlived because
immediately afterward, he would pull me off the ground, order me to suck
his "daddy nipples", which either made him angry again, or so passionate,
that he would then take me, kiss me and send me to heaven, driving that 8"
cut beercan, and all that muscle, into my body. The whole thing has me
turned inside out. "Kiss my feet and tell me how sorry you are", he
ordered. I proceeded to slowly caress and kiss each massive foot as I have
done before, taking in that powerful man odor. My cock was throbbing out of
control. "I don't hear you, you little slut!", Karl bellowed. I whimpered
over and over, "I'm so sorry daddy. Please don't be angry". He then took
the foot I was kissing and rubbed it all over my face as I lay sprawled
before him. "You're daddy's little slut. Aren't you?", he asked in a
strange, gentle, fatherly tone. I thought I was going to explode right
there. He has had me lick cum off his feet or his floor before. "Yes sir",
I replied humbly.
Karl then grabbed me by the arm off the floor and scooped me up into his
tree-trunk of a lap, snuggling me real close. I could smell the powerful
scent of his after shave. It was irresistible. I couldn't escape. I didn't
want to escape. "Daddy" was brushing his square face against mine. I could
feel the soft stubble of his face. I could hear and feel his hot breath on
my face. He was so strong and gentle. " you're driving me crazy, you know
that, boy?" I couldn't answer right then. My eyes were closed and my
breathing was slow and deep. I was so in love right then. "Huh?", he asked,
shaking me a little. "Yes sir", I answered him, eyes still closed. He took
my face in his huge hand. Then taking his thumb, he caressed my lower lip
and chin with it. He then hungrily planted his lips on mine and we kissed a
real long time.
When he finally came, he moaned and grunted with such
ferociousness, I could swear I felt the room shake. His huge sweaty body
fell on top of mine and we fell asleep, but not before he said, with his
beefy voice, "I love you, baby. You make me very happy." Guess he waasn't
angry anymore.
Date: Tue, 15 Jun 2004 13:39:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: woodlawnjerome@yahoo.com
Subject: daddy's angry
I got home as quick as I could. I knew I was in trouble. The house was dark
and all I could smell was the musky scent of "daddy". He was home
somewhere; I felt it. Still, some part of me decided to pretend he wasn't
there. Idiotically, I called his name. "Karl?" (He had allowed me to call
him by his first name a week ago) "Daddy?" "Sir?" "Are you there?" I hung
up my jacket. My cock grew hard for some reason, I'm not sure. "Sir?" I
proceeded further into the house down the long hallway to where his den
was. For some stupid reason, I still thought he wasn't home, yet my voice
grew quieter as I called for him again. "Daddy?" A thunderous "GET IN HERE,
BOY!" came from where his den was. Like a robot, I made my way towards that
voice. My God, he had such a hold over me!
There "daddy" was, sitting in his big chair in front of the fireplace. I
made my way slowly over to where he was sitting. He had nothing but his
dark slacks on. He was leaning back a little in his chair; his huge legs
were spread a bit. His massive arms were on the arms of the chair. His eyes
were half-closed. He was half-rocking in the chair, lightly tapping those
massive size 14 feet. His face had light stubble on it and I could smell
the hint of after shave a little better now. His thick cock was peering out
of the pant opening, throbbing lightly. He peered at me through his
half-open eyes, his square face stern. "Why are you late, boy?", he
quizzed. I was trapped between fear of and renewed lust for this large,
powerful white man who claimed me for his own a few months earlier, making
me his little black love slave. I just couldn't find the words
until..."Well?!", he screamed. "I-I-I was late because...I-I missed the
bus", I stammered. I was actually at the store trying to buy his favorite
drink. The idiots had ran out and forgot to restock! Oh boy! So I had to
run frantically to another store to find out they sold their last
bottle. All this made me late for my master's 4PM "feeding and
breeding". I've been late once for "feeding and breeding". Let's just say
I'm lucky he loves me...and that I love being his slave.
"Get over here. On your knees", he ordered. I obeyed, kneeling before him,
my face pointed to the ground. He studied me for what seemed like a whole
hour. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in my head. "Tell me what I
wanna hear. NOW!", He shouted. "I'm sorry, daddy. I'm so sorry I'm late", I
whimpered like a little girl, over and over again. I was actually lucky
this time. Karl has never hesitated to slap me or spank me "because I made
him angry". I would always try to appease him by sprawling on the ground at
his feet and grabbing and caressing his huge tree-trunk calves while
kissing his feet. His anger, however, was always shortlived because
immediately afterward, he would pull me off the ground, order me to suck
his "daddy nipples", which either made him angry again, or so passionate,
that he would then take me, kiss me and send me to heaven, driving that 8"
cut beercan, and all that muscle, into my body. The whole thing has me
turned inside out. "Kiss my feet and tell me how sorry you are", he
ordered. I proceeded to slowly caress and kiss each massive foot as I have
done before, taking in that powerful man odor. My cock was throbbing out of
control. "I don't hear you, you little slut!", Karl bellowed. I whimpered
over and over, "I'm so sorry daddy. Please don't be angry". He then took
the foot I was kissing and rubbed it all over my face as I lay sprawled
before him. "You're daddy's little slut. Aren't you?", he asked in a
strange, gentle, fatherly tone. I thought I was going to explode right
there. He has had me lick cum off his feet or his floor before. "Yes sir",
I replied humbly.
Karl then grabbed me by the arm off the floor and scooped me up into his
tree-trunk of a lap, snuggling me real close. I could smell the powerful
scent of his after shave. It was irresistible. I couldn't escape. I didn't
want to escape. "Daddy" was brushing his square face against mine. I could
feel the soft stubble of his face. I could hear and feel his hot breath on
my face. He was so strong and gentle. " you're driving me crazy, you know
that, boy?" I couldn't answer right then. My eyes were closed and my
breathing was slow and deep. I was so in love right then. "Huh?", he asked,
shaking me a little. "Yes sir", I answered him, eyes still closed. He took
my face in his huge hand. Then taking his thumb, he caressed my lower lip
and chin with it. He then hungrily planted his lips on mine and we kissed a
real long time.
When he finally came, he moaned and grunted with such
ferociousness, I could swear I felt the room shake. His huge sweaty body
fell on top of mine and we fell asleep, but not before he said, with his
beefy voice, "I love you, baby. You make me very happy." Guess he waasn't
angry anymore.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Sally Kern
If homosexuality is so deadly, and you are against it, why don't you let us kill ourselves? The only negitive consequences come from so called Christians who oppose our beliefs as a GLBT people. The reason why GLBT suicide is so high is because of people like Sally Kern, and other family and friends who do not accept who we Love. Everyday I struggle with the fact that I love a man, and though I know in my heart I am a gay male, comments and people like this do not make it easy for me. I long to hold my partner's hand in public, I long to kiss him in public like everyone else. But I don't, and I do so because I am afraid. There are times I would like to give him a peck on the lips, or just sit there holding his hand, but i am too fucking scared to. In the "Land of the free and brave" how fucking sad is it that a man has to be afraid to show affection to his love. On an almost daily basis I get the "oh him" comment from my ma. Now like every other good american male out there, I respect my ma, she did raise me, but hell, enough is enough. I have always been the quiet guy, never wanting to make any waves, but we need to put an end to this now. I am not saying end gay hate. That would be nice, but even now, we still have guys who are judged and hated for based on their skin colour. I do not know about you, but i cannot change the colour of my skin. Don't get me wrong, I tried to fight my feelings, and did therapy. I did the support group thing, I worked the 12 steps, and yes I even dated a girl, a few in fact. But nothing worked, I am still gay, and "mentally ill" as my ma puts it. Yes some men have claimed to "come straight" and change their orientation. I believe that one of two things has happened here. First, i think the guy might of thought he was gay, but never actually was. I mean I can look at a girl, and think she's a good f*ck, but that doesn't mean that I''m straight. If anything that means that I'd be bisexual. Which brings us to my second point. People who claim to have changed in my honest oppinion are most likely bisexual. Well that's my rant for now. Now it's off to sleep some more, errrr....I mean back to work
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Step one
For those of you who don’t know I used to be a huge sex addict, and no, not really with many partners. I would look at porn, and read stories several times a day. There were days where I would go 8 plus times. I do not write this, to sound like an animal, but rather so that those who know me know where I came from. As a former member of 12 step groups, I learned to deal with some of my issues, but it wasn’t until last night, while talking to Shawn did I realize how lost I was. Part of the healing process is writing out, or completing a check list of consequences. Here’s my list from the Book, A Gentle Path Through the Twelve Steps, by Patrick Carnes.
Emotional Consequences
(X) Attempted Suicide
(X) Suicidal Thoughts/Feelings
( ) Homicidal Thoughts/Feelings
(X) Feelings of extreme hopelessness
(X) Failed efforts to control addiction
(X) Feeling like two people
(X) Emotional instability
(X) Loss of touch with reality
(X) Loss of self-esteem
(X) Loss of life goals
(X) Acting against own values
(X) Strong feelings of guilt
(X) Strong feelings of isolation
(X) Emotional exhaustion
Physical Consequences
(X) Continuation of addictive behavior despite physical risks
(X) Extreme weight loss/gain
(X) Physical problems(blood pressure, ulcers, diabeties)
( ) Physical injury or abuse by other
(X) Involvement in potentially abusive/dangerous situations
( ) Vehicle accidents
(X) self abuse/injury
(X) sleep disturbances
(X) Physical exhaustion
Family and Partnership Consequences
(X) Risking the loss of partner/spouse
(X) Loss of partner/spouse
(X) Increase of relationship problems
(X) Jeopardizing the well-being of your family
(X) Loss of family/partner’s respect
( ).Increase in problems with your children
( ) Loss of your family origin
Now I put this up, not to say, I’m here and queer, but because maybe, some one will come across this, and see them self in this. I was a great student, and then lost all ambition and interest in life. I attempted suicide in the past, And at times really wanted to die. I found myself in a relationship with a man who wasn’t after my best interest, instead, he was interested into having slave/house boy. I learned to be submissive and learned to please him, without much if any attention or affection. I learned to make him happy, and to have things done his way. I was allowing my sexual addiction rule my life. I never realized how much this relationship was harming my life.
Because of this relationship, I gained many fetishes, and interests. Some of these grew to the point where it put my life in real danger, and I decided at that point to turn from that life, and not look back. The idea of becoming the next homicide victim wasn’t appealing to me. So dropped that side of me, or so I thought, I had become used to the “Vanillia” way of things. I learned that I didn’t have to have my vices or role playing to enjoy a good time. Then comes along Shawn, my Boo Bear, and my love. And the rest will come in the second edition….
Emotional Consequences
(X) Attempted Suicide
(X) Suicidal Thoughts/Feelings
( ) Homicidal Thoughts/Feelings
(X) Feelings of extreme hopelessness
(X) Failed efforts to control addiction
(X) Feeling like two people
(X) Emotional instability
(X) Loss of touch with reality
(X) Loss of self-esteem
(X) Loss of life goals
(X) Acting against own values
(X) Strong feelings of guilt
(X) Strong feelings of isolation
(X) Emotional exhaustion
Physical Consequences
(X) Continuation of addictive behavior despite physical risks
(X) Extreme weight loss/gain
(X) Physical problems(blood pressure, ulcers, diabeties)
( ) Physical injury or abuse by other
(X) Involvement in potentially abusive/dangerous situations
( ) Vehicle accidents
(X) self abuse/injury
(X) sleep disturbances
(X) Physical exhaustion
Family and Partnership Consequences
(X) Risking the loss of partner/spouse
(X) Loss of partner/spouse
(X) Increase of relationship problems
(X) Jeopardizing the well-being of your family
(X) Loss of family/partner’s respect
( ).Increase in problems with your children
( ) Loss of your family origin
Now I put this up, not to say, I’m here and queer, but because maybe, some one will come across this, and see them self in this. I was a great student, and then lost all ambition and interest in life. I attempted suicide in the past, And at times really wanted to die. I found myself in a relationship with a man who wasn’t after my best interest, instead, he was interested into having slave/house boy. I learned to be submissive and learned to please him, without much if any attention or affection. I learned to make him happy, and to have things done his way. I was allowing my sexual addiction rule my life. I never realized how much this relationship was harming my life.
Because of this relationship, I gained many fetishes, and interests. Some of these grew to the point where it put my life in real danger, and I decided at that point to turn from that life, and not look back. The idea of becoming the next homicide victim wasn’t appealing to me. So dropped that side of me, or so I thought, I had become used to the “Vanillia” way of things. I learned that I didn’t have to have my vices or role playing to enjoy a good time. Then comes along Shawn, my Boo Bear, and my love. And the rest will come in the second edition….
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
more "gay humor"
You may not know this but many non-living things
have a gender.
1) Ziploc Bags are Male, because they hold everything in, but you can
see right through them.
2) Copiers are Female, because once turned off; it takes a while to
warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right
buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are
pushed.
3) A Tire is Male, because it goes bald and it's often over-inflated.
4) A Hot Air Balloon is Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you
have to light a fire under it, and of course, there's the hot air
part.
5) Sponges are Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain
water.
6) A Web Page is Female, because it's always getting hit on.
7) A Subway is Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people
up.
8) An Hourglass is Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the
bottom.
9) A Hammer is Male, because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000
years, but it's handy to have around.
10) A Remote Control is Female. Ha! You thought it'd be male, didn't
you? But consider this - it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without
it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps
trying!
have a gender.
1) Ziploc Bags are Male, because they hold everything in, but you can
see right through them.
2) Copiers are Female, because once turned off; it takes a while to
warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right
buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are
pushed.
3) A Tire is Male, because it goes bald and it's often over-inflated.
4) A Hot Air Balloon is Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you
have to light a fire under it, and of course, there's the hot air
part.
5) Sponges are Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain
water.
6) A Web Page is Female, because it's always getting hit on.
7) A Subway is Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people
up.
8) An Hourglass is Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the
bottom.
9) A Hammer is Male, because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000
years, but it's handy to have around.
10) A Remote Control is Female. Ha! You thought it'd be male, didn't
you? But consider this - it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without
it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps
trying!
some "gay humor"
The Canadian
A guy walks into a bar in rural Oklahoma and orders a white wine.
All the rednecks sitting around the bar look up, expecting to see some pitiful Yankee from the north.
The bartender says, "You ain't from around here, are ya?"
The guy says, "No, I'm from Canada."
The bartender says, "What do you do in Canada?"
The guy says, "I'm a taxidermist."
The bartender says, "A taxidermist? What in tarnation is a taxidermist?
Do you drive a taxi?"
"No, a taxidermist doesn't drive a taxi. I mount animals." The bartender grins and hollers, "It's okay boys. He's one of us."
A man joins a very exclusive nudist colony. On his
first day there he takes off his clothes and starts to wander
around. A gorgeous petite blond walks by, and the man
immediately gets an erection. The woman notices his
erection, comes over to him and says, "Did you call for
me?"
The man replies, "No, what do you mean?"
She says, "You must be new here. Let me explain. It's
a rule here that if you get an erection it implies you
called for me." Smiling, she leads him to the side of
the swimming pool, lies down on a towel, eagerly pulls
him to her and happily lets him have his way with her.
The man continues to explore the colony's facilities.
He enters the sauna and as he sits down, he farts. Within
minutes a huge, hairy man lumbers out of the steam room
toward him, "Did you call for me?" says the hairy man.
"No, what do you mean?" says the newcomer.
"You must be new," says the hairy man. "It's a rule
that if you fart, it implies that you called for me."
The huge man easily spins him around, bends him over a
bench and has his way with him.
The newcomer staggers back to the colony office, where
he is greeted by the smiling, naked receptionist, "May I
help you?" she says.
The man yells, "Here's my membership card. You can
have the key back and you can keep the $500 membership fee."
"But sir," she replies, "you've only been here for a
few hours. You haven't had the chance to see all our
facilities."
The man replies, "Listen lady, I'm 66 years old.
I only get an erection once a month, but I fart 15 times a day!
I'm outta here!"
Bryan came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed beside his lover who was already asleep.
He gave him peck on the cheek and fell asleep. When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe.
"Who the hell are you?" Demanded Brian, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?"
The mysterious Man answered, "This isn't your bedroom and I'm St Peter". Brian was stunned "You mean I'm dead!!! That can't be, I have so much too live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family.... you've got to send me back straight away".
St Peter replied, "Yes you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We
can only send you back as a dog or a hen."
Brian was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground. "This ain't so bad" he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.
The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?" "It's not so bad," replies Brian, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode".
"You're ovulating," explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never
laid an egg before".
"Never" replies Brian "Well just relax and let it happen" And so he did
and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time.
When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the
best thing that ever happened to him... ever!!!
The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his lover shouting "Brian, wake up you drunken idiot, you're shitting the bed"
IRS Genie
A modern day cowboy has spent many days crossing the Texas plains without water.
His horse has already died of thirst.
He's crawling through the sand, certain that he has breathed his last breath - when all of a sudden he sees an object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of him.
He crawls to the object, pulls it out of the sand, and discovers what looks to be an old brief case.
He opens it and out pops a genie. But this is no ordinary genie.
She is wearing an IRS ID badge and a dull gray dress.
There's a calculator in her pocketbook. She has a pencil tucked behind one ear.
"Well, cowboy," says the genie... "You know how I work. You have three wishes."
"I'm not falling for this", said the cowboy. "I'm not going to trust an IRS genie."
She smiled and said, "What do you have to lose? You've got no transportation, and it looks like you're a goner anyway!"
The cowboy thinks about this for a minute, and decides that the genie is right.
He said, "OK, I wish I were in a lush oasis with plenty of food and drink."
***POOF***
The cowboy finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever seen. And he is surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.
The genie said, "OK, cowpoke, what's your second wish."
"My second wish is that I was rich beyond my wildest dreams."
***POOF***
The cowboy finds himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare gold coins and precious gems.
The genie said, "OK, cowpuncher, you have just one more wish. Better make it a good one!"
After thinking for a few minutes, the cowboy says... "I wish that no matter where I go, beautiful women will want and need me."
***POOF***
He turned into a tampon.
The moral of the story: If the government offers you anything, there's going to be a string attached
A guy walks into a bar in rural Oklahoma and orders a white wine.
All the rednecks sitting around the bar look up, expecting to see some pitiful Yankee from the north.
The bartender says, "You ain't from around here, are ya?"
The guy says, "No, I'm from Canada."
The bartender says, "What do you do in Canada?"
The guy says, "I'm a taxidermist."
The bartender says, "A taxidermist? What in tarnation is a taxidermist?
Do you drive a taxi?"
"No, a taxidermist doesn't drive a taxi. I mount animals." The bartender grins and hollers, "It's okay boys. He's one of us."
A man joins a very exclusive nudist colony. On his
first day there he takes off his clothes and starts to wander
around. A gorgeous petite blond walks by, and the man
immediately gets an erection. The woman notices his
erection, comes over to him and says, "Did you call for
me?"
The man replies, "No, what do you mean?"
She says, "You must be new here. Let me explain. It's
a rule here that if you get an erection it implies you
called for me." Smiling, she leads him to the side of
the swimming pool, lies down on a towel, eagerly pulls
him to her and happily lets him have his way with her.
The man continues to explore the colony's facilities.
He enters the sauna and as he sits down, he farts. Within
minutes a huge, hairy man lumbers out of the steam room
toward him, "Did you call for me?" says the hairy man.
"No, what do you mean?" says the newcomer.
"You must be new," says the hairy man. "It's a rule
that if you fart, it implies that you called for me."
The huge man easily spins him around, bends him over a
bench and has his way with him.
The newcomer staggers back to the colony office, where
he is greeted by the smiling, naked receptionist, "May I
help you?" she says.
The man yells, "Here's my membership card. You can
have the key back and you can keep the $500 membership fee."
"But sir," she replies, "you've only been here for a
few hours. You haven't had the chance to see all our
facilities."
The man replies, "Listen lady, I'm 66 years old.
I only get an erection once a month, but I fart 15 times a day!
I'm outta here!"
Bryan came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed beside his lover who was already asleep.
He gave him peck on the cheek and fell asleep. When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe.
"Who the hell are you?" Demanded Brian, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?"
The mysterious Man answered, "This isn't your bedroom and I'm St Peter". Brian was stunned "You mean I'm dead!!! That can't be, I have so much too live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family.... you've got to send me back straight away".
St Peter replied, "Yes you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We
can only send you back as a dog or a hen."
Brian was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground. "This ain't so bad" he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.
The farmyard rooster strolled over and said, "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?" "It's not so bad," replies Brian, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode".
"You're ovulating," explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never
laid an egg before".
"Never" replies Brian "Well just relax and let it happen" And so he did
and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time.
When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the
best thing that ever happened to him... ever!!!
The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his lover shouting "Brian, wake up you drunken idiot, you're shitting the bed"
IRS Genie
A modern day cowboy has spent many days crossing the Texas plains without water.
His horse has already died of thirst.
He's crawling through the sand, certain that he has breathed his last breath - when all of a sudden he sees an object sticking out of the sand several yards ahead of him.
He crawls to the object, pulls it out of the sand, and discovers what looks to be an old brief case.
He opens it and out pops a genie. But this is no ordinary genie.
She is wearing an IRS ID badge and a dull gray dress.
There's a calculator in her pocketbook. She has a pencil tucked behind one ear.
"Well, cowboy," says the genie... "You know how I work. You have three wishes."
"I'm not falling for this", said the cowboy. "I'm not going to trust an IRS genie."
She smiled and said, "What do you have to lose? You've got no transportation, and it looks like you're a goner anyway!"
The cowboy thinks about this for a minute, and decides that the genie is right.
He said, "OK, I wish I were in a lush oasis with plenty of food and drink."
***POOF***
The cowboy finds himself in the most beautiful oasis he has ever seen. And he is surrounded with jugs of wine and platters of delicacies.
The genie said, "OK, cowpoke, what's your second wish."
"My second wish is that I was rich beyond my wildest dreams."
***POOF***
The cowboy finds himself surrounded by treasure chests filled with rare gold coins and precious gems.
The genie said, "OK, cowpuncher, you have just one more wish. Better make it a good one!"
After thinking for a few minutes, the cowboy says... "I wish that no matter where I go, beautiful women will want and need me."
***POOF***
He turned into a tampon.
The moral of the story: If the government offers you anything, there's going to be a string attached
Friday, March 14, 2008
"Our Son is Gay" by Amanda Spake
"Our Son is Gay" by Amanda Spake
(Family Circle, 3/3/87, p 45)
It was a beautiful September day in 1984 in Palo Alto, California.
Ann Davidson, an attractive 48-year-old mother, was spending it
with her older son Ben, 21, a junior in college who was home for a
visit. A big family dinner was planned for that evening. It was
wonderful having Ben home, Ann thought. They'd had lunch together,
gone shopping and were now rushing through the supermarket to get a
few last-minute items.
Earlier in the day Ben had said that he wanted to tell her
something. The Davidsons had always been close, and Ann figured it
was something about college, where Ben was pursuing a performing
arts degree. It was 5 pm when they carried the bags of groceries
out to the parking lot.
"Mom, there's something I really have to tell you," Ben said.
"What is it?" She smiled as they loaded the groceries into the
car. "Mom, I'm in love," Ben said nervously. "And his name is
Alan."
Ann looked up at her son in shock. At first she could not believe
what she was hearing. Was Ben telling her that he was a
homosexual? Tall, dark, handsome Ben, who had so many girlfriends
in high school? How could this be? Ann said little as they drove
home, but her mind was racing as she turned the news over in her
mind. "I had a momentary, fleeting feeling of disgust," she
admits. "I had flashes of images of him making love to a man,
which made me feel very uncomfortable; I did not know what to say.
I felt disappointed, hurt and upset. We had to go home to this
big family dinner, and I had to put on a cheery face -- but I could
hardly look at Ben."
That was how Ann Davidson learned that her older son was gay. As
it turned out, she was one of the last to find out. That night,
when she and her husband, Julian, were finally alone and could
talk, she discovered that Julian already knew. He had not told Ann
because he wanted her to hear it from Ben himself. Their other
son, 14-yea-old Jeffrey, had known longer than either of them. Ben
had told his brother sometimes earlier that he suspected that he
might be gay. After he fell in love with Alan, Ben introduced him
to Jeffrey.
Julian Davidson, who is a 55-year-old research scientist at
Standford University, discovered Ben's homosexuality inadvertently
from Ben's physician, a family friend. One day when Julian asked
casually about Ben's health, the doctor said Ben was fine, but that
his "changing life-style" had occasioned some concern. "I didn't
say anything more, and the doctor didn't say anything more," Julian
remembers. "He thought I knew, and I had only suspected." Not
long after, Julian brought up the issue to Ben directly, and Ben
told his father the truth: After a painful struggle he had
recognized and accepted his homosexuality. He had met and fallen
in love with Alan -- and for the first time in his life, he said,
he was happy. For the Davidsons, at first, there was sadness. "I
was not devastated," says Julian, "but I was concerned for several
reasons. First, I realized Ben was in a minority that tends to be
persecuted; second, he won't have any children' third, AIDS -- I
really hope he does not get sick." Julian also feared that, as
men, he and Ben would lose something -- "it might seem "as if we
belonged to different breeds."
In the days that followed, Ann too worried about Ben and herself.
"I thought other people would dislike him, reject him, and I didn't
want him to part of a despised minority that people call names. I
worried about AIDS. But mostly, I worried that he'd be lonely and
hurt and rejected. For myself, I worried what other people think
of me as a mother."
So began an emotional two-year journey for the Davidsons as they
denied, talked about, cried over, grappled with and finally
accepted their son's sexual orientation. They say that they have
come a long way, that most of their early fears have given way to a
new sense of love and pride in their son. Today they counsel other
families who are trying to understand and accept gay children. For
these parents, like the Davidsons, one of the early hurdles is
learning what homosexuality is and how to seperate reality from
stereotypes.
Alfred Kinsey's studies on sexuality in 1947 and 1953 showed that
about 13% of all men and 7% of all women were exclusively
homosexual throughout their lives. This figure, still acepted by
social scientists today, means that in the United States about 23
million people are homosexual.
But Ann and Julian had never known anyone who was openly gay. They
had accepted the stereotypical images of homosexuals: limp-wristed
men or masculine-looking women. Because Ben didn't fit the
stereotype, they secretly tried to convince themselves that he
wasn't really gay.
Says Ann, "I thought, 'This is a phase.'" But as she gradually
accepted her son's homosexuality, she wondered if there had been
indications during his life that she had ignored.
She thought about his childhood. His kindergarten teacher had told
Ann that Ben did not play with typical "boy things." Instead, he
was creative and artisitc. "I don't believe that every soft,
creative boy is going to be gay," Ann says now, "but my feelings
always were that he did not play easily with other boys. He always
made friends with mavericks, loners. He did not play ball; I had
to push him into the Cub Scouts. So I always had these fears, not
that he was homosexual but that he was alone and isolated."
For a while, she blamed her husband for Ben's homosexuality.
"Julian was very preoccupied with with his career when the children
were small. I wanted Julian to be around more. So when this came
up, I, of course, said to him, 'You see!'"
After Ben "came out" to his mother, he and Ann talked it out. "I
realized I had always pushed him to be more of an all-American boy.
As a result he always felt that I did not approve of him and
rejected him," Ann says. "I saw that now that he didn't have to
hide this big part of his life, Ben was happier than he'd ever
been."
The talks were a turning point for Ben and his parents. Ann and
Julian, married 24 years, could not envision Ben's future: "The
idea of a promiscuous, anonymous sexual lifestyle turns me off,"
Ann said. But Ben was able to reassure them, explaining that he
was commited to a long-term relationship, just as they were.
Ann also had to grapple with her feelings that homosexuality wasn't
"natural"; she felt it had to be a conscious "choice" that Ben had
made. Yet after talking to Ben and reading about the subject, she
came to believe that homosexuality is an "orientation," determined
early in life by factors that are not yet understood.
Gradually the Davidsons realized that Ben had not chosen to be
homosexual any more than they had chosen to be heterosexual. In
fact, he had tried for years to convince himself that he wasn't gay
and to behave as he thought "real men" behaved. But then the
burden of the secret became too heavy. He wanted to be honest with
himself about who he was.
Julian did not have a great need to talk about Ben's homosexuality
except with Ben and Ann. But Ann felt terribly alone and she did
not know where to turn for support. Finally, she told one friend,
the mother of a lesbian. "I felt so isolated with this secret,"
Ann said. "She was the first person I went to because she wouldn't
criticize me as a mother. She had always talked very openly about
her daughter, for which I am very, very grateful. I now think it
is extremely important for people to speak out, for gays to come
out and for families to come out. The more people who do, the less
aginizing it is to go through the adjustment."
Over the course of that first year, Ben's relationship with both
parents -- to the surprise of all three of them -- improved. "The
easiest part of it is that I really love this boy," says Ann.
Julian's fears that they would grow apart as men were not realized.
In fact, for Julian, his son is more enjouable than he's ever
been. "Ben has become easier to get along with and much easier to
talk to. He's finally found himself and that is a beautiful thing
to see. And it helps that his lover is a fellow I've come to like
a lot."
The time finaly arrived for Ann and Julian to meet Alan. They all
decided to go out to dinner together in Santa Cruz, where Ben is in
school. By the time the evening of the dinner arrived, all three
Davidsons were extremely anxious. "Alan, bless his heart, broke
the ice," Ann remembers. "He said, 'Boy, this is strange.' And
then we could say, yes, it really is, and we were fine. I look
back on it now and I say, 'What was the big deal?' but I truly
didn't feel that way then." Last fall Ann and Julian moved into a
three-bedroom house in Bethesda, Maryland, so that Julian could
work at the National Institutes of Health. Ann, still confronting
unresolved questions about Ben, heard about an organization called
Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays. or "Parents FLAG," as it
is commonly known.
The group was an eye-opener. Both parents and gays come to
meetings to discuss the issues concerning homosexuality, including
how to tell family and friends about it. Ann met many gay people
and their parents, and she was, in her words, "overwhelmed by the
normalcy of these people." She experienced the most important
important emotional boost Parents FLAG offers: "You learn you are
not alone."
Julian started attending Parents FLAG with her, and by spring, the
two of them were participating in workshops for kids and parents.
Julian thinks that a child's homosexual orientation may be more
difficult for fathers to accept than it is for mothers. "It seems
to me it's harder for fathers because of the whole macho thing.
It's not 'carrying on the line.' We don't have as many fathers as
mothers in the Parents FLAG group, which is an indication, I think,
that men find coming to terms with it mire difficult." When he
counsels other fathers, Julian says, "I make positive comments.
People complain about how hard homosexuality is to accept. I don't
find it to be easy, but I try to stress that there is a worthwhile
side to this."
Ben says he's very proud of his parents. "I felt compelled for the
sake of my own integrity to tell them." he says. "It was
something that was making me happier than I'd ever been, and I
didn't want to degrade my experience by having to lie about it to
them. I now feel much closer to both my parents."
For Ann and Julian there are still parts of Ben's life that are
difficult to accept. They worry about AIDS, though that is not a
concern for the moment because Ben is involved in a serious,
long-term relationship with Alan. As Ann puts it, "I think if you
asked me if I would prefer that Ben be heterosexual, I would say
'Yes,' because it is a much easier life. But I think it will be
O.K."
-- Except for Alan, all other names in this story are real.
-- For more information about PFLAG visit http://www.pflag.org/
(Family Circle, 3/3/87, p 45)
It was a beautiful September day in 1984 in Palo Alto, California.
Ann Davidson, an attractive 48-year-old mother, was spending it
with her older son Ben, 21, a junior in college who was home for a
visit. A big family dinner was planned for that evening. It was
wonderful having Ben home, Ann thought. They'd had lunch together,
gone shopping and were now rushing through the supermarket to get a
few last-minute items.
Earlier in the day Ben had said that he wanted to tell her
something. The Davidsons had always been close, and Ann figured it
was something about college, where Ben was pursuing a performing
arts degree. It was 5 pm when they carried the bags of groceries
out to the parking lot.
"Mom, there's something I really have to tell you," Ben said.
"What is it?" She smiled as they loaded the groceries into the
car. "Mom, I'm in love," Ben said nervously. "And his name is
Alan."
Ann looked up at her son in shock. At first she could not believe
what she was hearing. Was Ben telling her that he was a
homosexual? Tall, dark, handsome Ben, who had so many girlfriends
in high school? How could this be? Ann said little as they drove
home, but her mind was racing as she turned the news over in her
mind. "I had a momentary, fleeting feeling of disgust," she
admits. "I had flashes of images of him making love to a man,
which made me feel very uncomfortable; I did not know what to say.
I felt disappointed, hurt and upset. We had to go home to this
big family dinner, and I had to put on a cheery face -- but I could
hardly look at Ben."
That was how Ann Davidson learned that her older son was gay. As
it turned out, she was one of the last to find out. That night,
when she and her husband, Julian, were finally alone and could
talk, she discovered that Julian already knew. He had not told Ann
because he wanted her to hear it from Ben himself. Their other
son, 14-yea-old Jeffrey, had known longer than either of them. Ben
had told his brother sometimes earlier that he suspected that he
might be gay. After he fell in love with Alan, Ben introduced him
to Jeffrey.
Julian Davidson, who is a 55-year-old research scientist at
Standford University, discovered Ben's homosexuality inadvertently
from Ben's physician, a family friend. One day when Julian asked
casually about Ben's health, the doctor said Ben was fine, but that
his "changing life-style" had occasioned some concern. "I didn't
say anything more, and the doctor didn't say anything more," Julian
remembers. "He thought I knew, and I had only suspected." Not
long after, Julian brought up the issue to Ben directly, and Ben
told his father the truth: After a painful struggle he had
recognized and accepted his homosexuality. He had met and fallen
in love with Alan -- and for the first time in his life, he said,
he was happy. For the Davidsons, at first, there was sadness. "I
was not devastated," says Julian, "but I was concerned for several
reasons. First, I realized Ben was in a minority that tends to be
persecuted; second, he won't have any children' third, AIDS -- I
really hope he does not get sick." Julian also feared that, as
men, he and Ben would lose something -- "it might seem "as if we
belonged to different breeds."
In the days that followed, Ann too worried about Ben and herself.
"I thought other people would dislike him, reject him, and I didn't
want him to part of a despised minority that people call names. I
worried about AIDS. But mostly, I worried that he'd be lonely and
hurt and rejected. For myself, I worried what other people think
of me as a mother."
So began an emotional two-year journey for the Davidsons as they
denied, talked about, cried over, grappled with and finally
accepted their son's sexual orientation. They say that they have
come a long way, that most of their early fears have given way to a
new sense of love and pride in their son. Today they counsel other
families who are trying to understand and accept gay children. For
these parents, like the Davidsons, one of the early hurdles is
learning what homosexuality is and how to seperate reality from
stereotypes.
Alfred Kinsey's studies on sexuality in 1947 and 1953 showed that
about 13% of all men and 7% of all women were exclusively
homosexual throughout their lives. This figure, still acepted by
social scientists today, means that in the United States about 23
million people are homosexual.
But Ann and Julian had never known anyone who was openly gay. They
had accepted the stereotypical images of homosexuals: limp-wristed
men or masculine-looking women. Because Ben didn't fit the
stereotype, they secretly tried to convince themselves that he
wasn't really gay.
Says Ann, "I thought, 'This is a phase.'" But as she gradually
accepted her son's homosexuality, she wondered if there had been
indications during his life that she had ignored.
She thought about his childhood. His kindergarten teacher had told
Ann that Ben did not play with typical "boy things." Instead, he
was creative and artisitc. "I don't believe that every soft,
creative boy is going to be gay," Ann says now, "but my feelings
always were that he did not play easily with other boys. He always
made friends with mavericks, loners. He did not play ball; I had
to push him into the Cub Scouts. So I always had these fears, not
that he was homosexual but that he was alone and isolated."
For a while, she blamed her husband for Ben's homosexuality.
"Julian was very preoccupied with with his career when the children
were small. I wanted Julian to be around more. So when this came
up, I, of course, said to him, 'You see!'"
After Ben "came out" to his mother, he and Ann talked it out. "I
realized I had always pushed him to be more of an all-American boy.
As a result he always felt that I did not approve of him and
rejected him," Ann says. "I saw that now that he didn't have to
hide this big part of his life, Ben was happier than he'd ever
been."
The talks were a turning point for Ben and his parents. Ann and
Julian, married 24 years, could not envision Ben's future: "The
idea of a promiscuous, anonymous sexual lifestyle turns me off,"
Ann said. But Ben was able to reassure them, explaining that he
was commited to a long-term relationship, just as they were.
Ann also had to grapple with her feelings that homosexuality wasn't
"natural"; she felt it had to be a conscious "choice" that Ben had
made. Yet after talking to Ben and reading about the subject, she
came to believe that homosexuality is an "orientation," determined
early in life by factors that are not yet understood.
Gradually the Davidsons realized that Ben had not chosen to be
homosexual any more than they had chosen to be heterosexual. In
fact, he had tried for years to convince himself that he wasn't gay
and to behave as he thought "real men" behaved. But then the
burden of the secret became too heavy. He wanted to be honest with
himself about who he was.
Julian did not have a great need to talk about Ben's homosexuality
except with Ben and Ann. But Ann felt terribly alone and she did
not know where to turn for support. Finally, she told one friend,
the mother of a lesbian. "I felt so isolated with this secret,"
Ann said. "She was the first person I went to because she wouldn't
criticize me as a mother. She had always talked very openly about
her daughter, for which I am very, very grateful. I now think it
is extremely important for people to speak out, for gays to come
out and for families to come out. The more people who do, the less
aginizing it is to go through the adjustment."
Over the course of that first year, Ben's relationship with both
parents -- to the surprise of all three of them -- improved. "The
easiest part of it is that I really love this boy," says Ann.
Julian's fears that they would grow apart as men were not realized.
In fact, for Julian, his son is more enjouable than he's ever
been. "Ben has become easier to get along with and much easier to
talk to. He's finally found himself and that is a beautiful thing
to see. And it helps that his lover is a fellow I've come to like
a lot."
The time finaly arrived for Ann and Julian to meet Alan. They all
decided to go out to dinner together in Santa Cruz, where Ben is in
school. By the time the evening of the dinner arrived, all three
Davidsons were extremely anxious. "Alan, bless his heart, broke
the ice," Ann remembers. "He said, 'Boy, this is strange.' And
then we could say, yes, it really is, and we were fine. I look
back on it now and I say, 'What was the big deal?' but I truly
didn't feel that way then." Last fall Ann and Julian moved into a
three-bedroom house in Bethesda, Maryland, so that Julian could
work at the National Institutes of Health. Ann, still confronting
unresolved questions about Ben, heard about an organization called
Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays. or "Parents FLAG," as it
is commonly known.
The group was an eye-opener. Both parents and gays come to
meetings to discuss the issues concerning homosexuality, including
how to tell family and friends about it. Ann met many gay people
and their parents, and she was, in her words, "overwhelmed by the
normalcy of these people." She experienced the most important
important emotional boost Parents FLAG offers: "You learn you are
not alone."
Julian started attending Parents FLAG with her, and by spring, the
two of them were participating in workshops for kids and parents.
Julian thinks that a child's homosexual orientation may be more
difficult for fathers to accept than it is for mothers. "It seems
to me it's harder for fathers because of the whole macho thing.
It's not 'carrying on the line.' We don't have as many fathers as
mothers in the Parents FLAG group, which is an indication, I think,
that men find coming to terms with it mire difficult." When he
counsels other fathers, Julian says, "I make positive comments.
People complain about how hard homosexuality is to accept. I don't
find it to be easy, but I try to stress that there is a worthwhile
side to this."
Ben says he's very proud of his parents. "I felt compelled for the
sake of my own integrity to tell them." he says. "It was
something that was making me happier than I'd ever been, and I
didn't want to degrade my experience by having to lie about it to
them. I now feel much closer to both my parents."
For Ann and Julian there are still parts of Ben's life that are
difficult to accept. They worry about AIDS, though that is not a
concern for the moment because Ben is involved in a serious,
long-term relationship with Alan. As Ann puts it, "I think if you
asked me if I would prefer that Ben be heterosexual, I would say
'Yes,' because it is a much easier life. But I think it will be
O.K."
-- Except for Alan, all other names in this story are real.
-- For more information about PFLAG visit http://www.pflag.org/
Hanky codes, Yes I am gladly taken, and yes I flag.
GAY MALE HANKY CODES
Worn on Left Color Worn on Right
------------ ----- -------------
Wants Oral Sex Light Blue Expert at Oral Sex
Sixty-niner Robins Egg Blue Sixty-niner
Cop Medium Blue Cop S*cker
Genital Torturer Teal Blue Genital Torturee
Anal Sex, Top Dark Blue Anal Sex, Bottom
Fister Red Fistee
Dildo User, Top Light Pink Dildo User, Bottom
Breast Torturer Dark Pink Breast Torturee
2-Handed Fister Dark Red 2-Handed Fistee
Likes Navel Worship Mauve Navel Worshipper
Likes Armpit Magenta Armpit Fetish Worshippers
Piercer Purple Piercee
Likes Drag Lavendar In drag
Golder Shower Top Yellow Golder Shower Bottom
Spitter Pale Yellow Drool Crazy
Has 8" or more Mustard Size Queen
2 Looking for 1 Gold 1 Looking for 2
Anything Goes Orange Not Now, Thanks
Two Tons O'Fun Apricot Chubby Chaser
Foot Fetish Top Coral Shrimper
A Cowboy Rust His Horse
Spanker Fuschia Spankee
Hustler Kelly Green John
Uniform Top Olive Drab Uniform Bottom
Daddy Hunter Green Daddy Hunter
Dines off Tricks Lime Green Dinner Plate
Rimmer Beige Rimmee
Scat Top Brown Scat Bottom
Uncut Possessor Brown Lace Likes Uncut
Cut Possessor Brown Satin Likes Cut
Heavy SM Top Black Heavy SM Bottom
Bondage Top Gray Bondage Bottom
Latex Fetish Top Charcoal Latex Fetish Bottom
Owns a Suit Gray Flannel Likes Men in Suits
Masturbate Me White Will Masturbate Both
Into Scum Bags Cream Eats Scum Bags
Shaver Red/White Stripes Shavee
Likes Black Bottom Black/White Stripe Likes Black Tops
Likes Latino Bottom Brown/White Stripe Likes Latino Tops
Likes Oriental BOT Yellow/White Strip Likes Oriental Tops
Likes White Bottom White Lace Likes White Top
Wears Boxer Shorts Paisley Likes Boxer Shorts
Beastialist, Top Fur Beastialist, Bottom
Star F*cker Silver Lame Star
Wants Muscleman Bot Gold Lame Likes Muscleman Top
Has Tattoos Leopard Likes Tattoos
Smokes Cigars Tan Likes Cigars
Cuddler Teddy Bear Cuddlee
Chicken Kewpie Doll Chicken Hawk
Wears a Dirty One Dirty Jock Strap Likes them Dirty
Has Drugs Zip-Lock Bag Wants Drugs
Stinks Kleenex Sniffs
(or has a cold)
Gives HOT Motor Handywipe Wears It Well
Oil Massages
Rides a Motorcycle Chamois Likes Bikers
Bartender Cocktail Napkin Bar Groupie
Tearoom Top Doily Tearoom Bottom
Outdoor Sex, Top Mosquito Netting Outdoor Sex, Bottom
Lover's Out: Toothbrush Your Place Only
My Place OK
Worn on Left Color Worn on Right
------------ ----- -------------
Wants Oral Sex Light Blue Expert at Oral Sex
Sixty-niner Robins Egg Blue Sixty-niner
Cop Medium Blue Cop S*cker
Genital Torturer Teal Blue Genital Torturee
Anal Sex, Top Dark Blue Anal Sex, Bottom
Fister Red Fistee
Dildo User, Top Light Pink Dildo User, Bottom
Breast Torturer Dark Pink Breast Torturee
2-Handed Fister Dark Red 2-Handed Fistee
Likes Navel Worship Mauve Navel Worshipper
Likes Armpit Magenta Armpit Fetish Worshippers
Piercer Purple Piercee
Likes Drag Lavendar In drag
Golder Shower Top Yellow Golder Shower Bottom
Spitter Pale Yellow Drool Crazy
Has 8" or more Mustard Size Queen
2 Looking for 1 Gold 1 Looking for 2
Anything Goes Orange Not Now, Thanks
Two Tons O'Fun Apricot Chubby Chaser
Foot Fetish Top Coral Shrimper
A Cowboy Rust His Horse
Spanker Fuschia Spankee
Hustler Kelly Green John
Uniform Top Olive Drab Uniform Bottom
Daddy Hunter Green Daddy Hunter
Dines off Tricks Lime Green Dinner Plate
Rimmer Beige Rimmee
Scat Top Brown Scat Bottom
Uncut Possessor Brown Lace Likes Uncut
Cut Possessor Brown Satin Likes Cut
Heavy SM Top Black Heavy SM Bottom
Bondage Top Gray Bondage Bottom
Latex Fetish Top Charcoal Latex Fetish Bottom
Owns a Suit Gray Flannel Likes Men in Suits
Masturbate Me White Will Masturbate Both
Into Scum Bags Cream Eats Scum Bags
Shaver Red/White Stripes Shavee
Likes Black Bottom Black/White Stripe Likes Black Tops
Likes Latino Bottom Brown/White Stripe Likes Latino Tops
Likes Oriental BOT Yellow/White Strip Likes Oriental Tops
Likes White Bottom White Lace Likes White Top
Wears Boxer Shorts Paisley Likes Boxer Shorts
Beastialist, Top Fur Beastialist, Bottom
Star F*cker Silver Lame Star
Wants Muscleman Bot Gold Lame Likes Muscleman Top
Has Tattoos Leopard Likes Tattoos
Smokes Cigars Tan Likes Cigars
Cuddler Teddy Bear Cuddlee
Chicken Kewpie Doll Chicken Hawk
Wears a Dirty One Dirty Jock Strap Likes them Dirty
Has Drugs Zip-Lock Bag Wants Drugs
Stinks Kleenex Sniffs
(or has a cold)
Gives HOT Motor Handywipe Wears It Well
Oil Massages
Rides a Motorcycle Chamois Likes Bikers
Bartender Cocktail Napkin Bar Groupie
Tearoom Top Doily Tearoom Bottom
Outdoor Sex, Top Mosquito Netting Outdoor Sex, Bottom
Lover's Out: Toothbrush Your Place Only
My Place OK
coppied posts on taking it.
I've been told this several times before and this does hild. But one factor that does hinder the process is the mental factor. When someone rapes your arse, it can cause alot of mental blocking. I know for a fact that my partner and I are having trouble with this becauce a previous "daddy" ram-rodded me and caused alot of damage down there. because of this, I tighten up, even after my partner has worked me down there.
(If I am practicing for a man to fuck me, I need at least three fingers.
The second finger is pretty easy. It is the third that opens up the hole
as a circle, and that does take practice and lube. Work on speed and
comfort for getting three fingers spreading open your back door to invite
gentleman in. There is so much blood in the loins when guys are getting
it on, horny guys are stupid. I know I am, lost in lust. And a horny
guy who has been licking my bubble butt hole just wants to get his cock
in there. Being a slut, I want that too. I have the three finger rule
which is simple enough for me to follow when I am swimming in the sounds
and smells of sex: a three finger fuck before cock up the ass. It is
clear when your man wants to enter you, reaching for a condom is the
yellow flag. If no finger have opened the door, and he is rolling the
condom down his glorious hard tool, one you recently swallowed all the
way down to the base, you need to get those three lubed fingers up there
fast. It is just a skill, there is no magic. Lube and go one, two,
three. Do not be afraid of opening it too much: you can and will be
clamping down on him once he enters. I may try following the four finger
rule. It is like this. If the first time he positions himself to move
into you, he does slide in with easy, and you feel not the slightest
pain, you are going to have a great anal sex session. I know I can do a
three finger fuck from a dry, tight hole in under twenty seconds. I have
timed it. This is a fun game to practice. Having this skill gives you
great confidence: if he forgets to open you up, then while he is
packaging his sword in a condom, you can be opening your hole up wide
enough to take him.
My dildo session evolve the same way. Once that third finger in and
opening that tight hole, I feel the need to fill that hole with cock. It
is SO exciting to have a cock head pressed right up against the lubed and
slippery hole. It takes a little pressure to get in. How much pressure
depends on how well the fingers have prepared the hole for the job. It
is really great when it require little pressure, and you can focus on the
feeling of being full of cock. This feeling is different from anything
you can do with your own cock. What I like so much about it is you can
see a man being as manly as a man can get, he is fucking. You feel his
rhythm of fucking, how his fucking changes as he fucks you more. There
is too much to keep track of, but in my confused fucked bitch state, I
try and do a few things. I like to kiss and lick my man as he pounds me,
if possible. You can tell how much effort he is putting into you. I try
to remember to keep clamping down on his driving cock. I tighten my
hole, my abs, my arms, so he knows he is fucking a strong man. Sometimes
I need to relax, just look around, look down and see his hips driving
into me, so hot, it gets me to kiss him again.
See, that's what happens when I work my dildo, I think explicitly about
how men have fucked me, what I like about having men fuck me. It is all
about getting the mind very ready to be fucked, practicing the mechanics,
so when the guy goes for the condom, you know what to do to enjoy it.
Once I have a dildo up the ass, I don't last too long. There is an
important difference in how I cum: I create almost twice the volume of
cum. The internal prostrate message gets the prostrate to work overtime.
Sometimes I read in sex ads that a guy new to all this very stimulating
stuff wants to find another first timer. Not a good idea. Sex requires
technique, man 2 man sex requires more technique, so someone in the room
should know from their sexperience what to do. The two rookies would
have lots of energy, but the awkwardness could kill the coupling. Much
better would be to find a veteran top. Avoid guys who say they are
"total tops" which translates to a guy who fucks without listening. Find
an older guy who is out. They love to demonstrate how the deed between
two men is done. They can be very understanding with your confusion over
how strong your desire to get laid can be. Of course they will take
advantage of that and fuck you, but that is what you both want.
If you practice, you really can enjoy taking it.)
Hope you liked that section.
(If I am practicing for a man to fuck me, I need at least three fingers.
The second finger is pretty easy. It is the third that opens up the hole
as a circle, and that does take practice and lube. Work on speed and
comfort for getting three fingers spreading open your back door to invite
gentleman in. There is so much blood in the loins when guys are getting
it on, horny guys are stupid. I know I am, lost in lust. And a horny
guy who has been licking my bubble butt hole just wants to get his cock
in there. Being a slut, I want that too. I have the three finger rule
which is simple enough for me to follow when I am swimming in the sounds
and smells of sex: a three finger fuck before cock up the ass. It is
clear when your man wants to enter you, reaching for a condom is the
yellow flag. If no finger have opened the door, and he is rolling the
condom down his glorious hard tool, one you recently swallowed all the
way down to the base, you need to get those three lubed fingers up there
fast. It is just a skill, there is no magic. Lube and go one, two,
three. Do not be afraid of opening it too much: you can and will be
clamping down on him once he enters. I may try following the four finger
rule. It is like this. If the first time he positions himself to move
into you, he does slide in with easy, and you feel not the slightest
pain, you are going to have a great anal sex session. I know I can do a
three finger fuck from a dry, tight hole in under twenty seconds. I have
timed it. This is a fun game to practice. Having this skill gives you
great confidence: if he forgets to open you up, then while he is
packaging his sword in a condom, you can be opening your hole up wide
enough to take him.
My dildo session evolve the same way. Once that third finger in and
opening that tight hole, I feel the need to fill that hole with cock. It
is SO exciting to have a cock head pressed right up against the lubed and
slippery hole. It takes a little pressure to get in. How much pressure
depends on how well the fingers have prepared the hole for the job. It
is really great when it require little pressure, and you can focus on the
feeling of being full of cock. This feeling is different from anything
you can do with your own cock. What I like so much about it is you can
see a man being as manly as a man can get, he is fucking. You feel his
rhythm of fucking, how his fucking changes as he fucks you more. There
is too much to keep track of, but in my confused fucked bitch state, I
try and do a few things. I like to kiss and lick my man as he pounds me,
if possible. You can tell how much effort he is putting into you. I try
to remember to keep clamping down on his driving cock. I tighten my
hole, my abs, my arms, so he knows he is fucking a strong man. Sometimes
I need to relax, just look around, look down and see his hips driving
into me, so hot, it gets me to kiss him again.
See, that's what happens when I work my dildo, I think explicitly about
how men have fucked me, what I like about having men fuck me. It is all
about getting the mind very ready to be fucked, practicing the mechanics,
so when the guy goes for the condom, you know what to do to enjoy it.
Once I have a dildo up the ass, I don't last too long. There is an
important difference in how I cum: I create almost twice the volume of
cum. The internal prostrate message gets the prostrate to work overtime.
Sometimes I read in sex ads that a guy new to all this very stimulating
stuff wants to find another first timer. Not a good idea. Sex requires
technique, man 2 man sex requires more technique, so someone in the room
should know from their sexperience what to do. The two rookies would
have lots of energy, but the awkwardness could kill the coupling. Much
better would be to find a veteran top. Avoid guys who say they are
"total tops" which translates to a guy who fucks without listening. Find
an older guy who is out. They love to demonstrate how the deed between
two men is done. They can be very understanding with your confusion over
how strong your desire to get laid can be. Of course they will take
advantage of that and fuck you, but that is what you both want.
If you practice, you really can enjoy taking it.)
Hope you liked that section.
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