You Take Your Fetish And...

Folks this isn't a "G" rated blog, so read with caution.

I was talking to a friend of mine the other night and he told me his most recent encounter. They met at a bar, had a few drinks, and the evening lead them both back to his place. The intimate moments they shared for the most part were normal, all the way up to the climax, when this guy asked my friend to "grab his balls as hard as he can." As much as this was consider bizarre behavior for a first or any encounter, my friend played along as much as he could, in the hopes of ending the moment as quickly as possible.

Thinking about this story has caused me to share some other behavior that I have encountered in my intimate moments, and ones that my friends told me about theirs.

These are the fetishes that go beyond the normal weird ones. These are ones that you may have never heard about. I hope you learn something new!

So here goes:

There is "Fuck" guy. The guy who could say nothing but "Fuck" from the moment he starts undressing you until the moment has far passed. Now, this isn't the guy that just says "Fuck" in sentences. For example he isn't the guy that says: " I want to fuck you so much". More like he says nothing but the word "Fuck" the WHOLE TIME and VERY LOUDLY.

Nipple Twister Guy: The guy that wants you to suck on his nipples and bite them "So hard that he will have bruses." This guy may want to reciprocate this behavior to you- be careful.

Tennis Socks Guy: The guy who wants you to wear Tennis socks the entire time you are together. This guy is OBSESSED with you wearing them. If you refuse to wear them, the moment is lost and nothing will happen-- not a bad thing.

Dead Tongue Guy: This fine bachelor loves to kiss, but doesn't want to use his tongue; rather he would have you just suck the tongue out of his mouth-- VERY HARD-- and for the entire moment you are together.

Ear Sucker Guy: The guys is only fixated on your ears. Even after the moment has passed in the face territory. This upstanding gentlement wants nothing more than to sit there and suck on your ears until the cows come home.

Ok, this my list. A list that I wish I didn't have to experience, but one that has given me a great laugh from time to time. When you are in the moment, and within reaason, you often have to succumb to these request to please the person you are with.

However, when does the line get drawn where you can say.. "No freakzoid I will not do this" Or at the very least get out of these situations without having to confront them about how their weird their fetishes truly are?

Suggestions? I am all Ears-- don't worry I won't suck them:)

High School Sweetheart

I have been thinking a lot about my high school life recently. It all began with hearing that someone, who was very close friend of mine when I was in high school--we are no longer for many reasons--had a baby.

This moment has made me really wonder about where I was in high school and how that is different from where I am now.

After much introspection, I found while there are many things that have happened-- graduating from college, moving into my own place, traveling to lots of places, practically finished with grad. school-- the one thing that I have found that is still the same is my love life.

I hate to stereotype my lifestyle in anyway, but I have to tell you when it comes to the "bees and bees" of my love life, I really do live in a culture that, at times, fixates on the feelings and pressures associated with high school, or in some cases its pre-requistes.

Many of the men in this world (gay or straight) have very immature qualities that really stumpts them from making a true commitment. However, in my gay world, it almost seems taboo to even attempt a meaningful realtionship. Thinking about high school, when so many people really sharpened their claws with their education, fashion and yes, their love-life. I am left to wonder if the reasons why, we as gay people are so scared to move-on, move-in, and commit to our partners is due to never have an authetic high school sweetheart?

On so many levels, being gay is about constant growing over so much aversity and recovering from very important phsyical and emotional years of our lives. I often think about the day when my man will come along. When the other half of my puzzle will be complete. I have come to the point of my life where I feel I have so much to share, and am at an age when I am sophisticated enough-- and not so old-- to embrace such a monumental moment of my life.

I could go on for hours about my endless credentials that will either leave you impressed, OR can leave you with a very nasty taste in your mouth-- so I won't go there for everyones' benefit.

However, it makes me wonder whether, we as gays, had the same freedoms that our straight adolescents had, if perhaps, on some cosmic level, if we would be more ready to embrace those magical moments that a relationship can provide for you. No one can think a 100% success is realistic or even attainable. I just think it would be nice if the percentage of those successful in the love department encompassed me.

Deja-Gio

The Minister and I recently ended our fill in the blank. Most would put in the blank "relationship", but I don't feel it should be categorized as such. What I will say, however, is that for the 2 and 1/2 months we did hang out, we had a good time and I am happy for the experience. However, one of us (me) wanted more, and someone else didn't, so it was time to move on.

With that said, I have begun occupying my free moments with going online and to bars, trying to meet the next great guy.

Its been a lukewarm reception thus far.

However, after going out one evening, I did meet one guy. Well.. I should say I was reintroduced to someone.

It appears that a guy that had met me 5 years before and asked me out, made eye contact with me and hit on me again!

It was really a moment of deja-vu-- well deja-gio (Gio is his name). He hit on me at almost same location where he did once before. He tried to impress me with his muscles, and by telling me he is a "protector of our country" (he's in the army).

The only things that didn't feel like a repeat is the extra weight I am carrying, and how much less hair he had this time around.

However, despite those minor changes, everything truly was the same-- all the way down to the moment when I declined his invitation to take it further than the bar atmosphere. 5 years ago I didn't feel him, and apparently I still don't.

Its funny though having a moment like that because despite how much older you get, or the amount of weight you gain, if someone is attracted to you, to me, it seems that they will always be that way.

The experience, despite its humor and frustration that he didn't remember me at all, gave me the insight to realize that beauty is beyond physical appearnce. And for me, it was kind of nice to see that in action-- even if I couldn't taken advantage of it.