Honesty Blog 1
Gay sex...yep, gay sex that is what this post is about. Let's talk about gay sex.
So two gays walk into a bar...no no, not that no...
I had this interesting conversation with a friend of mine, a gay friend, he said "I so miss being with
a real homosexual"
I asked, "Oh, you found a fake homo, an Artificial homo? Is there like a market for those like an
artificial xmas tree?"It's a Faux Fag""
Here's the thing, gay is gay, there is no such thing as the Faux Fag...though I suppose people said the
same thing about fake news...oh right Faux News...
A person can be gay and act in any number of ways. The stereotypes that exist about how gays act, stemming
from the shows like Will and Grace or Rupaul's Drag Race. These stereotypes don't reflect the fact that
homosexuality exists in every culture. There is no stereotypical dyke, no expected flamo glitter boy.
So the man stick's his cock in...no no not that...
Mental floss check, gays make up 16% of the US population, or nearly 35 million people. Of that about 1.2 million
are out of the closet and openly gay.
So funny story, the first time I gave head the guy's dick was basically a soft fleshy gummy worm.
"What do you mean it looks nice, it's not hard yet"
"I was just being polite".
No, okay so gay sex...not much different than heterosex. You know straight guys like sticking it up the pooper
too.
Some gays will act "straight" others super-gay. Some straights act "gay" when they're not. We shouldn't judge
people based on how they act, because you don't know who that person is. You don't know if they were raped at
age four by their step dad who was a murderous douche bag. You don't know if that person grew up with a single
mom, or no parents at all. You don't know if they love Chaucer or Power Rangers or Anime or Star Trek.
Pinning a stereotype on a person is glossing over who that person is. Just like there is huge range of how
straight people act, so is the case with gays.
We have our embarrassing moments, those moments when we're discovering who we are, what we like, who we like.
We grapple with our first kiss, our first wank, you know when you realize that your dick feels AWESOME when
rub it just in the right way. It feels even more awesome when it gets hard and you look at porn, that sensual
sexual carnal humping. When any nudity, this natural state, makes you so hard that your cock presses against
your jeans so badly it hurts and you can't help but to adjust yourself. Even if it's in the middle of the mall
and you're hard because you saw a mannequin that was sort of hot.
We all grapple with these moments. Like the first time you're used by someone to get off and then left high
and dry by the douche. Or the first time you penetrate someone and it feels so weird, nothing like your hand.
And you try and you try, humping slow, humping fast, humping with a weird rhythm. Your partner moans, pretending
for a moment it feels good, maybe it does, maybe they're just being nice and you keep going while the alcohol
is making you feel tired and exhausted and farty, and you're hoping you won't fart. You clench your own ass,
feeling the gas build up and you hear your partner moan again, and you moan, not because you're about to cum
but because your ass hurts from the pressure. Yeah we all struggle with that.
We struggle with the first time putting a condom on, getting the damned thing out of the packaging which for some
reason doesn't have a perforated edge that's obvious to a drunk guy. No of course not. We have to deal with nudie
pinups in the men's bathroom that no one really want's to see unless they are drunk in some dive bar. We've
all experienced the inexperienced kisser, the slobber gobber, too much spit in the saliva exchange.
We're all nervous about the first time, and brag about it when it didn't really happen. We've all had to hide
our boners in class, wanting a wank in the back of the library, or in the bathroom stall. And when we see our
crush we get embarrassed and blush. Being gay isn't different than being straight, no biblical statement exists
that can exterminate our humanity.
We want to walk hand in hand, to dance at our proms, we want to live without fear, without needing to scan each
corner we turn, peak around each every door, to have happiness and live life assured. Why should we be treated
any different than the straight boys and straight girls? Why should we be society's toys, unfurled by stupidity
that's so fluidly washing over political practices and religious factlessness? What's the PC thing to say
to the discriminators and haters and masturbators that love the blood and violence that comes with being decloseted?
So gay sex...gay sex, yep gay fucking sex, fucking fuckers fucking the fuckers. No more dirty than the straight sex
we use everywhere, titties on a big screen. 'Merica says we love the boobs, we have to have them for everything, in
magazines, on the tv, behind the football players, and in the movies. Shssh no one needs to know you're'all sort of gay.
Who wants to see a little needle dick penetrate a girl's pussy anyway? Maybe that's why Catholic priests go after little boys,
their mouths are like pussies, yeah.
No fucking way, no, what, no.
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I tell you my head hurts anymore. Stupid people are everywhere. Every day I feel my IQ points slipping away. I read stupid posts,
hear stupid statements from supposedly respectable professionals. I feel my IQ points slip away, and I wonder how the fuck I don't
have the job I need. How do these losers who have no sense, no logic, pandering to their bosses, unwilling to speak the truth
without spinning it for some audience, have a fucking job? I have to wonder how our politicians have reached the station that they're
at now. How did they get elected when they do nothing. How can we change the stupidity with which our country is run, our society is rung
our culture is run, if no one can seem to recognize the stupidity therein.
Jokes aside, real stories aside, I can't handle the stupid anymore. I can't.
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