I consider myself a gay man but through reading this site, I see that labels (gay or straight) cause barriers that have no need in today’s world. I have had my share of wank buddies and str8 bit on the side. It didn’t effect our friendships, and has not hurt anyone. We always new exactly what it was. Just some carnal play between consenting couples, who enjoy sex. Really love this site and hope others see it as it puts things as they are. Sex, labels and fantasies. Explore with care, and you’ll be rewarded. -A.NoN
Right now, today, I am feeling like labels don’t serve me anymore. This is for me – I am not telling anyone else how to be. I accept that this can change, as it has in the course of my life. I have gone from ’heteroflexible’ to ‘gay’ to ‘queer’ and considered using ‘androsexual’. I find that none of these really contribute to making my identity any longer. Even if there is a perfect word, I don’t feel like I would adopt it. I am completely comfortable with my sexual interests and I don’t have to stay in any one box. Labels are supposed to make the way I feel and what I desire intelligible to myself and to others. Yet I am clear about my own being and embrace its dynamics. I’m more interested in what makes my divining rod twitch than identifying with this, that or the other. I have no need to explain myself to anyone else. Does this make sense? – Amar Rama
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Right now, today, I am feeling like labels don’t serve me anymore.
This is for me – I am not telling anyone else how to be.
I accept that this can change, as it has in the course of my life.
I have gone from ’heteroflexible’ to ‘gay’ to ‘queer’ and considered using ‘androsexual’.
I find that none of these really contribute to making my identity any longer.
Even if there is a perfect word, I don’t feel like I would adopt it.
I am completely comfortable with my sexual interests and I don’t have to stay in any one box.
Labels are supposed to make the way I feel and what I desire intelligible to myself and to others.
Yet I am clear about my own being and embrace its dynamics.
I’m more interested in what makes my divining rod twitch than identifying with this, that or the other.
I have no need to explain myself to anyone else.
Does this make sense?
Being new to the neighborhood I’m one who feels that you should know your circle of five( the 5 residents surrounding your dwelling) so I set out to meet might neighbors. ON the last leg of my round I met let’s say Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Well Mr. Smith was in the garage working on repairing the steps to his attic, I introduced myself and continued with small chit chat Charlie asked the question are you married I replied yes my husband and I live a couple doors down, he repeated husband as a question I replied yes at that very moment his demeanor changed you know that anxious, nervous excited shutter we have all had at one point or another, since I knew the feeling I knew exactly where this could lead to I took the reins. I offered to help with his repairs to the stairs of the attic and jumped at the chance to climb the stairs knowing if I spoke to him from the stairs he would have to look up and would be able to see right up my shorts to see my cock since I went commando. I purposely wiggled from side to side to ensure a visual for him and then I heard ” I’m sorry I stared” I told him I intended you to look. He grinned and said this calls for a beer. As we drank I could see the shake in his hand so I was bold and said relax take a breathe and ask me what’s on your mind. He said I’ve always wondered what being with another guy is like , I told him to just close his eyes and relax. I rubbed his already hard cock through his shorts and asked if he would take it out, he hesitated but I told him every man needs this at least once in life. So he took out an average size cock surrounded by the most beautiful bush semi hard, I reached out and stroked it to election then asked if he would like me to taste it he made no comment just smiled so I slowly took the entire cock down to his pubes not to my surprise he exploded filling my throat with his warm nectar although I was left alittle empty I asked if I could jack off and shoot on his cock he replied that’s the least I could let you do. Although I desperately wanted to suck his beautiful low hangers I never got the chance. But I gave him a new meaning to ” Love Thy Neighbor” I haven’t managed to get a second chance but just knowing there is more behind the friendly wave is enough for me.