So... I made it to a FNM night & became intrigued by some 20-something guy spouting off about his personal ideology.
That's the age of ideology right? A time when the world's knowledge is so readily available, & so easily interpreted by the collegiate mind.
He had some interesting ideas too.
He felt that homosexuality was a sexual disorder, & compared it to having A.D.D. He believed that if we could get over the stigma of its inherent sexual dealings, & the ongoing fight for gay rights, then we could perhaps come to a point where it's treatable.
Now, I have to give him that it was less offensive than some anti-gay arguments...
I won't rehash our short discussion here, but I will comment on my opinion of his outlook.
I don't think homosexuality is a disorder.
Duh, right? No way you saw a gay dude thinking that...
Yet... I want more than just sex with a man. I'm not a psychologist so maybe I'm wrong.
It seems to me though that a person suffering a sexual disorder would be pretty fixated on the sexual aspect.
I like to have sex, my libido is in fine shape, but I want more. I want beyond that small portion of a relationship.
I love. I want love. That doesn't seem like a disorder.
So... I was just looking through the craigslist men seeking men ads...
Hey! Don't judge.
Stop here, as this post may be overly graphic adult...
I get the desire to fuck without a condom. It feels great. It's so in the now. Of course people get tempted...
I'm not going to enter a lecture mode about safe sex... I've given in to the dark side on occasion, & guiltily took the test afterward. I'm not able to claim innocence. It's not in my nature to deny my transgressions anyway.
I'm an over-sharer... Hence, this post...
What has me just shuddering with revulsion, is the title of this post. I've seen it in quite a few posts tonight...
This mentality of being used... The guys who write that in an ad... Breed me & seed me...
They offer (I'll assume they are picky-ish) to be bent over & waiting for the guy coming over. 'Fuck me & go.'
Now... Sex is just sex. I separate sex from making love. There is a distinction to be made.
Yet... This is less...
I just fail to understand placing no self-worth in what you bring to it. To give of yourself so freely that it has absolutely no meaning...
Is that ultruism, or is it shame?
That's a starless city sky... Such a bleak view. It feels closed in; I feel closed in...
I want something to change... I want to round a corner into tomorrow... Yet today continues on...
This entry lacks cheer... Feel free to skip it...
I go out to the bars... BT tonight... Searching for a connection, lying if I claim otherwise.
I don't want to be that 30 something guy that claims its all so superficial. He's boring, he's bitter, & even if he's right who wants to hear that?
Its a weird place to be... Living in the real world, & gazing back into the fairy-tale...
I'm willing to grab tomorrow, yet it feels like more today... Why move on when the next step feels like the same path?
So...
I love the palm Centro. It does all the things I require... And those are whims really...
My first had volume issues. I thought it was just one of those things... The phone does everything, but the volume sucks. Some phones give up reception quality to amp the bells & whistles. I get that.
Only, I had to DL a nifty program to boost my volume, but even that had to be jacked to the highest. And still I strained to hear the person on the other end.
Then... The phone decided to switch to hands-free randomly on its own without my knowledge. That was too much.
I took it to Sprint tech support. They said it was a build-up of lint from pocket carrying. They blew it out, it worked fine. I figured they were right...
Two months later, maybe less... Hey, did you just go hands-free again?
Return to tech-support...
Ta-da!
I got a new Centro the next day, paid for by Sprint.
My first call... Half-volume I heard the other person clearly... Still testing though...