My webmaster wanted me to put up some links for dating sites, but most of them didn’t impress me much.

I chose Gay Lounge out of the several that I looked at, because it’s run bu the same people who run the United Gay Adult Sites network, and I know they’ve been around since the late nineties and have a good reputation. I’m not a member of UGAS now but I have been several times before.

If any of you men would care to tell me about your online dating experiences and your favorite places to meet men online, I’d love to hear about it.

Take a look at Gay Lounge, and tell me what you think.

My beau and I are in that stage of a relationship where we have been fighting a lot, as we clarify our limits and our needs to each other. It’s been miserable at times, as such things are, but as we all know one of the only benefits of lovers fighting is the make up sex, and we have been having a TON of it.

But, he fucked me so hard the last couple of times that I’m very chafed and sore. He says to me that I deserve it, and that may be true, I’ve never denied that I can be a lot of trouble when it comes to love. I certainly don’t mind it when he’s doing it, at least not much, and not for long. I’ve got a bit of a sore throat from yelling, I’ve been coming so hard. But I’ve had to take a half day off work, I was so sore yesterday. It’s hard to hide that sort of thing from one’s co-workers, and I really don’t want them to be thinking about me on my hands and knees in bed, getting buggered so hard I need a pillow to sit.

I’ve been using my traditional home remedy, a mixture of hydrocortizone cream and triple antibiotic ointment, and my oh my is that a relief.

What do you do when you have this problem?

The Way We Are

This clip is a little wierd, but read the stuff underneath it – about how heteros are obsessed with the sexual ‘division of labor’ between gay men…

““Either of you guys married?” Little Mike asked, and Paul shook his head no. “I got preëngaged one time, but David here hasn’t never come close, his being a faggot and all.”

Little Mike laughed, and then he looked at me. “For real?” he said. “Is Bromine telling me the truth?”

“Oh, he’s all up inside that shit,” Paul said. “Has hisself a cocksucker—I mean a boyfriend—and everything.”

I could have done my own talking, but it was sort of nice listening to my brother, who sounded almost boastful, as if I were a pet that had learned to do math.

“Well, what do you know,” Little Mike said.

His wife stirred to action then, and became almost sociable. “So this boyfriend,” she said. “Let me ask, which one of you is the woman?”

“Well, neither of us,” I told her. “That’s what makes us a homosexual couple. We’re both guys.”

“But no,” she said. “I mean, like, in prison or whatnot. One of you has to be in for murder and the other for child molesting or something like that, right? I mean, one is more like a normal man.”

I wanted to ask if that would be the murderer or the child molester, but instead I just accepted the joint, saying, “Oh, we live in New York,” as if that answered the question.”

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“It’s astonishing the amount of time that certain straight people devote to gay sex—trying to determine what goes where, and how often. They can’t imagine any system outside their own, and seem obsessed with the idea of roles, both in bed and out of it. Who calls whom a bitch? Who cries harder when the cat dies?”

I think I’m getting a little fatter. Does love do that to you?

This will probably end badly for my heart, but it sure has been fun so far.

I’ll try to write again soon – I’m working on an idea.

If the sex weren’t incredible I don’t think I could take it. ;-{

But the sex is incredible, and beyond that, he’s really a very interesting guy, with a lot of potential for his future. I can’t say much about him, I’m already risking too much just by writing this, but I’m not saying anything he doesn’t already know, and I don’t think anyone can figure out who he is with the very few details I’ve written so far.

I just have to be careful not to write anything that could lead to such an identification – thats always the risk of any blog, even one where I’m writing with several layers of protection, like this one.

You know what’s really good about the sex? We’re very evenly balanced in exchanging the pleasures of being fucked. A lot of the time I end up topping when I would just as soon get the greater pleasure of being fucked, but with him, we’ve done really well at naturally taking turns. He’s smaller and slighter than me, but with the biggish cock you often find on lean men, and it’s just been one screaming orgasm after another for me. Yummmm.

Anyway, I want to leave you with some links to enjoy while I go back to fighting and fucking. ;-}

Here’s one – 2 twinks

And a hot new video clip…

From a site that has become one of my very favorite, really crunchy yummy guys here, when I’m mad at him this is where I go:

RANDY BLUE
the yummiest guys!

There’s someone I’ve been seeing pretty steadily for the past 6 weeks – which is a little longer than usual for me. I haven’t driven him off barking mad yet, and he isn’t pissing me off that much either, so I think we’re a couple.

That’s all I want to say about that, I don’t want to jinx things.

The bad thing about the winter party season is that if anything in the world is likely to put a strain on a new connection,it’s all the sex and drugs and dancing and new men of the holiday season.

There’s something about the shorter days, the deeply black nights, the bite of the cold air, which could kill you if you weren’t snug in your nice clothes, nice cars, and nice apartments, that invokes the party spirit out of us. We dance to ward off the dark times, the coming of death, the freezing of the spirit. It’s like halloween (oh wow, did I have a great halloween) – a folk celebration, done for fun but with all these odd ancient overtones, masks and pretend horrors. The winter party season is like that for me – it’s like a long dance to call back the warmth.

Anyway, when you are partying, take care of yourselves. Party hard, but don’t get hurt.

I should talk. I take too many risks myself. I’m planning on taking some risks this weekend. What can I say?

Here’s a quote about this, from a more recent article I was reading:

“And last fall, Italian scientists offered a possible explanation for the persistence of gay genes — even though evolution tends to weed out traits that discourage reproduction. The team from the University of Padua found that mothers and aunts of gay men had more offspring than female relatives of heterosexuals, suggesting genes that influence homosexuality in men may increase fertility in females.”

There was more in the original article(altho I might not be remembering this correctly), about how the gene for attraction to men is most likely to be passed down to the youngest sons in the family. I thought this was interesting becuase I am the youngest son of a big family.

Recently, I was thinking about this genetics stuff, and it all sounds fine to me, but it seems to beg a particular question, which is “falling in love”. I’m sure we have all heard the line that being gay is not about who you have sex with, it’s about who you fall in love with.

Why do I fall in love with other men, and not with women? Women are fine to be with, I even have some sexual attraction to women, but I’ve never met a women who made me feel like I could “fall in love” with her. “…IN love”, you know, I love various women, but that magnetic mental and spiritual connection, that woozy electricity, just isn’t there.

I don’t really “trust” women. I “trust” men. (not that I really have any reason to trust men.) Is that crazy?

(This article is reprinted from an earlier blog and is from an earlier time…)

I finally starting to get used to the new regime at work, the “war culture” of the new company, and the things I have been having to do to keep my job. The people who were above me are gone, a lot of the old staff are gone, a lot of the output and analysis have been outsourced, and so far it looks like they are keeping me for the time being. They are putting me thru various training sessions, for which I have to travel about 400 miles and spend a few days living in a hotel, and they are paying for it all, which I doubt they would do if I was close to getting the axe.

Hey, I realize I had it too easy before. It was an easy job, the American Dream job. But the workplace just isn’t about that anymore, Temps are the future, outsourcing the way, the truth, and the light. I’m seeing this as a valuable toughening experince, something I needed to put a little armor on my back.

But, I’ve been a little lonely. Something like this really makes you think about those guys that seem to be able to find steady relationships, and to be happy with them. It makes you think, at least a bit, about ‘marriage’, about having a partner. About love.

But thinking about it makes me realize that I’m still not very comfortable with love. I think in ways I’m the stereotypical gay man – more interested in lust than in love, more interested in sex than in a relationship. (Wait a minute – that’s not just stereotypically gay, it’s stereotypically MALE. It’s exactly the same thing that I’ve heard a thousand women bitch about het men. Ha Ha! I’m not so much of a freak after all! I’m just a man.)

I’m not so sure I need a permananet lover – I just need a reliable roommate, one that I like and trust. But it probably wouldn’t work. Sex would rear it’s head, then attachment, then jealousy.

It almost makes you think the sexless marriage is a good idea.

Anyway, I’ve degenerated into a rant here. No free gay porno this entry, I’m all wrapped up in thoughts of love, the needs of the cock will have to wait, altho not long, not long at all.

I wish everyone a good day at work tomorrow! Appreciate the good in what you have, because change is inevitable. Change is inevitable.