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Sometime in 2013, I was contacted by the people behind online condom retailer Lucky Bloke. They wanted to send me some samples to see if I liked what they had to offer. While I did, in fact, really like their vibe, especially compared to some design challenged competitors, I never got around to doing a write up. Eventually, it slipped my mind completely, until a few weeks ago when I was the real lucky bloke.
As a kid I had no idea what being queer meant. What I did know, I learned on the playground in elementary school and that’s definitely not the queer I know now. After exploring and experiencing my sexuality for what it was, I was finally able to find out what being queer meant to me.
At the ripe age of 15, a lot of teens of are getting their driving permits. I got my first vibrator.
I am a swinger and a polyamorist. Wait, can I be both? Aren’t we supposed to be one or the other? For many people in swinging and/or polyamory, these are always the questions we ask. So what is a swinger and what is a polyamorist? Good question!
Ever since I was a kid, I have loved pop divas. The day after Britney Spears debuted “I’m a Slave 4 U” on the 2001 MTV VMAs, I was in my basement for like 10 hours with my best friend learning all the choreography. Being free to enjoy that facet of my personality is one of the most fun parts about being a gay guy. Having to deal with fellow gays who feel the need to make fun of my passion is one of the least.
When it comes to relationships, most of the time, people simply fall into the Sarlacc pit of monogamy by default. As a proud whore, the happily (monogamous) ever after ideal has never been my romantic goal. In my eyes, the best part of sex – and life, in general – is getting to experience all the variety it has to offer and it’d be stupid for me choose to love in any other way.
he first year of my oral sex “studies” were awkward at best. What is this penis and why is this person shoving it in my face? Where do my hands go? Am I morally obligated to swallow if there’s semen in my mouth? I was flabbergasted, thrown into this when I clearly wasn’t ready. Why would anyone would want my mouth on their genitals?
Yesterday, I put out a call for your sexiest body positive pics because I want to share the beauty of the human body and give people a chance to be brave and bold. Since, I’m a guy who likes to lead by example, I guess I should go first.
My whole life I thought I knew where the clitoris was located but, as it turns out, it took me 20 years and my mother’s intervention to truly find it.
About a year ago, when I first started writing this blog, I decided I should make a few concessions in my personal life. One such concession was how I viewed my sexuality. My whole life I’d had always identified as gay, but I thought that a good sex educator should open themselves to new experiences. I convinced myself that if I ever wanted to be as cool as Kidder Kaper or Violet Blue that I should try a taste of the bi. So, I adopted a new sexuality; when asked I would tell people that, “I’m gay but shit happens.” I felt like it was a simple way of allowing my 98% majority sexuality prominence while acknowledging the 2% minority that usually rises after a couple shots of Stolichnaya. The simple change in nomenclature allowed me to reinterpret how I saw my sexuality. No longer was I just some gay dude, I was an open and wanton sexually expressive dude, which made me feel special.
I’ve never felt completely comfortable within my sexuality. So, when people would ask about my sexual preferences I would say that I was gay, but when I was extremely uncomfortable it wasn’t uncommon for me to fabricate a much more bi leaning or pansexual persona. That discomfort stemmed from the insecurities with my sexuality, and my chronic social anxiety. The new asterisk in my sexual declaration served the purpose of giving me the comfort and cool factor that I sought. With my new sexuality firmly grasped, like a permission slip on field trip day, I set out to explore the bright pink new world.
