I came out to my mom and she asked me why i want to suck dick š
I told my mom I am gay and she said, " So you like sucking dicks now?" Honestly i was a bit taken aback. I kinda expected it for her not to take it well but her being so explicit just threw me off a little. I explained to her it didnt matter, I am gay and I just like men and then she cut me off and said "No son of mine is going to put a mans cock in his mouth" and i just burst out crying and she just left the room. ):
I tried hooking up with a dude one time. It was hilarious... Because I was like, you know what? Like, women are the worst. Gay dudes seem to have it so easy. Like, so easy. Iām at a restaurant, my phone blows up, and itās, like, Grindr, and someone else is like, āIām at the same restaurant. Do you want a blowjob in the bathroom?ā And youāre like, āHey, guys. Iāll be back in five minutes.ā Okay, this could work. This could work. Yeah. Letās try this.ā I remember I started making out with him, and I just remember being like, God! Beards! Oh I get why women like it when you shave! Like, this thing is f*cking rough. Like, how do I get in there? I put my arms around him and I was like, āOh my God! And these shoulders are so wide! Heās so big! Heās almost my height. Like, this is so strange.ā It did physically for me absolutely nothing. Nothing, like, not even a twitch. He reached for my d**k and I responded, āYouāre not going to touch my flaccid penis. Like, this is not going to happen.ā
I'm not gay, but I will 100% take the opportunity to be fucked by a dude. I wouldn't even say I'm bi, since I have zero interest in a relationship with a man. I just love getting pounded is all. If I get fucked and swallow some cum and have an orgasm or two, I generally feel ready to go again, but I definitely don't want to hang out with the guy or kiss or hold hands or any of that gay shit afterwards. Wouldn't say I'm attracted to men at all really.
I'm not gay, but I will 100% take the opportunity to be fucked by a dude. I wouldn't even say I'm bi, since I have zero interest in a relationship with a man. I just love getting pounded is all. If I get fucked and swallow some cum and have an orgasm or two, I generally feel ready to go again, but I definitely don't want to hang out with the guy or kiss or hold hands or any of that gay shit afterwards. Wouldn't say I'm gay. š¤
Okay, look. I love straight people. My best friendās neighborās sister is straight, so donāt come at me like Iām some heterophobe or whatever. Some of my favorite characters are straight (Captain America? Iconic. Heās so brave for being openly heterosexual in this climate).
BUT, likeā¦ why yāall gotta make everything about being straight? Every damn book, movie, video gameā¦ itās like, kiss kiss*āāOh no, Becky, you complete me, Brad.ā Like, girl, I get it, yāall wanna hold hands and make babies and do missionary every Thursday night before 9 PM. We get it, I swear! But damn, does the plot need to revolve around Chadās desire to put a ring on Jessicaās finger while she wears a floral sundress and they sip lattes on a date? Is that really pushing the story forward? I came for the zombies, and yāall giving me a Hallmark wedding special.
And donāt even get me started on the kissing. The constant kissing. Like, can we have ONE damn fight scene without two straight people almost dying but then deciding NOW, in the middle of war, is the perfect time to āprove their loveā through lip-locking? The world is burning down and yāall over here playing tongue twister because straight love conquers all. Meanwhile, the villain is literally recharging his powers with heteronormative PDA energy.
Look, Iām not saying straight people shouldnāt exist in fictionāIām just asking for, you know, some subtlety? Like, could Chad be straight without needing to shout it from the mountaintops? Does Janet really need to tell her coworker for the 50th time how āthe right manā will come around? Straight people always acting like their sexual orientation is a plot point. Weāre just here for the dragon slaying, and suddenly the protagonist is dropping hints like āoh, by the way, Iām super into boobs.ā Bro, WHO ASKED? Whereās the story justification?!
Just keep it private, you know? Like, idk, let Chad be straight in his own damn living room. Why do we have to see it? Straight marriage? Okay, fine, but why bring it into every conversation? Canāt they just live happily ever after in the background? Why yāall making everything about straight love like itās revolutionary?
I mean, itās 2024. No oneās mad that youāre straight; we just donāt wanna see it. Save it for the bedroom. Or better yet, save it for your suburban cul-de-sac BBQ where yāall can discuss mortgage rates and baby showers while pretending The Notebook is peak cinema. š
Iām for 65 % sure Iām a straight guy, but there is one particular thing I would like to try at least once in my life. Blowjob. Does this fact make me bisexual?
I was never romantically interested in any man. Touching, kissing, anal or anything with other man? For me, quite a gross imagination. But still... I would like to try to give someone a blowjob. Iām just curious how does it feel to have someoneās penis in my mouth. Itās really weird. Iām not sure about my own sexual orientation because of this. I still dream about finding a girlfriend, to love her, to have family with her, but still... I want to try blowjob. Idk why. Is there anyone with same feelings?
I'm straight but.
Man, I just wish I had a gay friend. We could chat, relax, kiss, have sex, engage in a casual no strings attached relationship, eventually develop emotional bonds, start to date like normal people, watch all the corny movies, eventually we'll get a dog and a cat, I'll propose, small spring wedding (because we don't want to make a fuss), buy a nice house by the National Park, adopt two children, send them to a nice school, one learns violin, the other learns the drums, we go to the lake for the holidays every single year, eventually the older of the two children begins to lose interest in our yearly trips to the lake, asks to not go one year, I refuse but my husband changes my mind, teenager gets drunk at a friends party, the rest of the family returns from holiday and sees teenager drunk and crying, does inspirational parenting speech with countless examples of me making horrible mistakes, hugs, both children graduate Highschool, one studies music (violin), the other studies business, husband and I retire, we both move to a small cottage with a large back yard, take up gardening as a hobby, I feint one day and collapse in the garden, goes to emergency room, diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, two months to live, every day husband visits, we watch all the corny movies together, we go on a final trip to the lake, return to the hospice nearing the end, I lay down holding my husbands hand, final breath leaves my body with love on my mind, love for you. Wait, what?
