I am bisexual and I fully embrace it. I have known it and enjoyed sex with both men and women since I was a teen. I have found that I need both to be a whole sexual being. Between the breakup of my prior marriage and meeting my current wife, I dated a lot of women and a couple men. One man in particular touched my heart and, much to my surprise, we were involved in a gay relationship for a few months. Was I finally realizing that I was gay and not bi? Ultimately, no, but it was an incredible and awakening experience. If I need a label, I am a bisexual man, happily married to a beautiful, sexy woman. Joseph
In my decades on the planet…reading stories, hearing stories, personal experience …I believe sexuality is a spectrum and all human beings fall somewhere on that spectrum. on one end, you have those who enjoy sex with a partner of the opposite gender. On the other end, those who enjoy sex with the same-sex gender. Most humans fall somewhere in between. They like sex and engage in it to satisfy their need. No labels needed. In my opinion, when you put a label on something -people, cans, boxes etc, you add the element of judgment.. big, tall, sweet, unsweetened, no fat, 2%, fat, gay, straight, bi etc. When it comes to human beings, that ’judgment can limit some people -men and women – from engaging in something that may enjoy for fear of being labeled or judged. Notice today we have added the term ‘bromance.’ to our list of (labels.) That seems to be a ‘safe’ place that encompasses different levels of friendships or connections. I believe this is especially evident in younger men who are still developing and experimenting with different connections in an attempt to decide who they are, and where they fit. ‘Bromance’ takes the sting out of being labeled, gay, straight bi or whatever.. Maybe one day – in a perfect world – we can exist on that spectrum and engage in whatever form of sexuality we need or want at any particular time of our lives. – Phill S
I would love to have the equipment the guy at the cabin has. But don’t we all wish for someone else’s something? He is hot and in a nylon speedo I would have to nurse my erection.
I worship the fact that such men, with such glorious cocks and pendulously magnificent balls, even exist on this miserable planet of genocidal, environmentally destructive, small-minded, mostly ball-less human beings. May the very existence of such beautiful men, many of whom appear on the pages of this website, inspire us all to be content with what we’ve got and focus, not on our genitalia, but on working together to better preserve and nurture God’s earth and its creatures!
AJ (?) & Paul(?) – Thank you for your precise responses to this particular entry. It is very heartening to hear how expansive your sexual lives have been and continue to be. Mine, (by the way) is non-existent and I am way too close to being 80 ~ (6 months in fact) to even think of beginning again. But in all truth, it no longer seems to be of any consequence to me. As the last delightful sexual experiences were over 9 years ago… and it was the other man who made it so very delightful! He died and left me incredibly angry at him… but, mostly at life itself for what it promised, and then reneged on said promise of more great sexual experiences with him… by dying! He was an alcoholic and had spent the last part of his life going in and out of places that claimed to help alcoholics return to a regular life. His wife was partly to blame, but she lacked common sense and had the brains of a fly! She remarried shortly after his death (I cannot blame her) and I am sincere in hoping she is happier with this man as she must have been with my friend, her first husband. Life goes on and I look forward to whatever lies ahead when I make that final journey looking for sexual fulfillment in an unknown world…
Dear RAS,
It sounds to me that your last relationship was worth a lifetime of loving and losing. None of us ever has enough time with the ones we love. You write so eloquently about your life that I want to send you a poem that I shared with our HaPenis brothers a while ago in the post “When the Light Enters You.” I don’t know if you read poetry or even like it, but this poem speaks directly to, in fact echoes, your own prose poem about love, loss, growing old, and never giving up. So here it is:
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
BY DYLAN THOMAS
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.