What is it in a males brain that makes us not want to be around whatever just got us off... Like oh I gotta piss and stand in the bathroom for like five mins planning my escape.. Or the porn that had you going is suddenly gross and your like that girl has a father she could do better in life when five mins before you wanted her to do whatever melts your butter
EDIT: honest follow up question.. Carne do you feel the same?
After that, (pay someone really good to) set up a web ferret to find all Chinese-language copies of True Confessions-style submissions titled "My Caucasian Husband is a Pain Slut" ... cnBought my wife a stun gun. Should be here either today or tomorrow. I'm going to have her try it on me first to make sure it actually works. Is it weird that I'm alittle anxious and excited to get tased?
Lol, "An evening of Caucasian convulsions with Neo~".After that, (pay someone really good to) set up a web ferret to find all Chinese-language copies of True Confessions-style submissions titled "My Caucasian Husband is a Pain Slut" ... cn
"How White Were my Knuckles" ... ~giggle~ cnLol, "An evening of Caucasian convulsions with Neo~".
you at least left the money on the counter, right?LOL! That reminded me of a girl I met at Venice Beach years ago. We talked for a few hours, laughed alot and flirted heavy, even though neither of us were each other's type (she liked heavy tats and piercings). We had both moved there recently and not had any action for a few weeks. So, eventually she asked me if I wanted to come over to her place, I said yes. Crazy chick puts on some death metal and started rough housing, slapping, punching, then biting. It was weird, but I kept going with it. Sex was angry, just like her. After sex I put on my shorts and went to the bathroom. After all was said and done I didn't want to go back in the room with her and talk about later, phone numbers, etc., so witht he music still blaring, I opened the window and dropped out. Left my shirt and sandals, and just walked away. I made some good time though, in case she came looking for me (seriously a concern). Walked barefoot about three miles back to my truck. Ahhhh youth.
Lol, I think I will.Oh man you so gotta Utube this!!!!
Well.. I don't look at porn because... ewww... so not my thing. As far as sex goes? No. The shame came long before I started getting active sexually. Once I did it was beautiful. It felt right and I didn't want to be anywhere else. My shame and disgust was over what I was. Everyone kept telling me that I am an abomination and would burn in Hell. That tends to leave a mark on a person. My first love would talk into the wee hours of the morning while we cuddled after a romp. I loved it. Lying under the window with the breeze caressing our faces. Sometimes we would take a blanket out to the alfalfa fields and just take in the night. I felt only joy. It's hard to explain to straight people. It was very freeing. So much is kept inside when you're dealing with straight folks. With my partner I could be me. Not the construct everyone expects to see.What is it in a males brain that makes us not want to be around whatever just got us off... Like oh I gotta piss and stand in the bathroom for like five mins planning my escape.. Or the porn that had you going is suddenly gross and your like that girl has a father she could do better in life when five mins before you wanted her to do whatever melts your butter
EDIT: honest follow up question.. Carne do you feel the same?
You're always talking about naked pics and videos. Well, sir, it's time for you to get tasered naked. Put up or shut up. Wear that gas mask you have if you're worrying about anonymity.Lol, I think I will.
It is unnecessary to explain it to some straight people. I have no difficulty mentally transposing how I felt with/about my loves onto the nonstandard sex. It is simple celebration of humanity imo. cnWell.. I don't look at porn because... ewww... so not my thing. As far as sex goes? No. The shame came long before I started getting active sexually. Once I did it was beautiful. It felt right and I didn't want to be anywhere else. My shame and disgust was over what I was. Everyone kept telling me that I am an abomination and would burn in Hell. That tends to leave a mark on a person. My first love would talk into the wee hours of the morning while we cuddled after a romp. I loved it. Lying under the window with the breeze caressing our faces. Sometimes we would take a blanket out to the alfalfa fields and just take in the night. I felt only joy. It's hard to explain to straight people. It was very freeing. So much is kept inside when you're dealing with straight folks. With my partner I could be me. Not the construct everyone expects to see.
Oh, i'll do it Carne. Might be a couple days though. USPS tracking says it should be delivered by Mon 25th. It also says it's been processed in Georgia. I ain't in Georgia.You're always talking about naked pics and videos. Well, sir, it's time for you to get tasered naked. Put up or shut up. Wear that gas mask you have if you're worrying about anonymity.
It is unnecessary to explain it to some straight people. I have no difficulty mentally transposing how I felt with/about my loves onto the nonstandard sex. It is simple celebration of humanity imo. cn
Maybe that is a reason why deep down I don't "get" bigotry. Oh I know what in our human nature predisposes us toward it ... but it seems like something easily defeated by simply thinking. My opinion. cnRight?!? I've never understood haw people cannot understand that love and feelings are pretty universal, regardless of sexual preference. We are humans.