Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Bisexual Women

I vividly remember the first time I actually saw two girls “doing it” to each other. I’d found myself hanging out with them one hot, boring, summer day because my male friends were conspicuous by their absence and while I could have gone off alone to roam aimlessly around, bleh, I wasn’t feeling it. So myself and two other girls who lived in our ‘hood just kinda hung out, trying to figure out what we could do to keep ourselves occupied and more so when we’d been “evicted” from our homes and told to go outside, get some air, and play.

And stay out of trouble.

That one of them said, “We should go to a place and do the nasty…” didn’t surprise me because I’d long since realized that whenever we got bored silly, um, there was really only one thing to do. And while there were a lot of times when our gatherings were of mixed company, I felt some… panic because I’d never been the only guy in the presence of two girls who wanted to do it – there was usually another guy in the group.

It was an exciting moment albeit one I wasn’t truly able to wrap my head around for a great many more years but, okay, they wanted to do it and I was the “king” of wanting to do it (at least in my own mind) so off we went to one of our infamous “clubhouses” (vacant apartment buildings) so we could do it. That I was gonna get to do it to both of them was exciting enough… but what never crossed my mind was them doing it to each other.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t heard that girls were doing the same thing us guys were doing – I had and even I couldn’t figure out how that would work and asking the girls in our little sex-crazed gang usually resulted in a lot of funny looks, eye-rolling, and giggling. But this day, here I was on the second floor of one our more frequented places and watching two girls, well, making love to each other.

Kissing. Rubbing. Touching… and going down on each other. They were so engrossed with each other that I was pretty sure they’d forgotten that I was even there and at the moment they started to lick each other “down there,” um, well, hmm, let’s say that it had an explosive effect on me and one that I was kinda glad they were too busy with each other to notice. I felt… inadequate and, again, it was a feeling I wouldn’t really understand until later in life but it was clear to me – and once they remembered I was there, naked, and hard – that my skills at eating pussy was woefully pitiful compared to what I had observed and, yeah, being told that I could do much better.

Rumors of girls doing it to each other were one thing… but now I had proof that it was true and I didn’t look at girls the same way ever again. We spent a lot of time doing it and as we finally wore each other out – and my dick refused to get hard again – we left the place but I was warned by them to never tell anyone else what I’d seen them do. The two of them clued me into some stuff, like, girls almost routinely did it with each other because, for them, it was safer than doing it with boys who were shooting the baby making stuff (like me) and I could tell that they meant no offense when they said that girls do it better than boys ever could.

As I grew up, there was a lot of interest in girls who’d do it with both boys and girls but it was always rumor, speculation and if you were dumb enough to ask a girl about it, well, you’d be lucky to survive it. Even when I grew into adulthood, well, sure – knew for a fact that girls had sex with each other but I also knew that, at least in my neck of the woods, you never really heard about it except a lot of nasty-assed comments from guys who asked a girl for sex and got turned down (and sometimes brutally) so those bitches had to be one of those man-hating lezzies/bull dykes that everyone would riff about from time to time.

There’s a mystique that surrounds the bisexual woman and one that probably is perpetrated by men as well as one that’s not appreciated by bisexual women since the much-dreaded word, threesome, would be thrown at them and under the assumption that if a woman liked both, well, it “made sense” for them to want both at the same time, right?

Not even. Sure… some bisexual women do enjoy group sex situations but not as a matter of course and I learned that if you didn’t have an idea about how women look at sex, well, bringing up that word could get you gutted. And if you didn’t have a clue about how a woman’s desire for sex tended to work, well, you’re just clueless. For a lot of bisexual women – or the one’s I knew about – it’s not so much about the physical aspects as it was, and as I was told, the emotional aspects.

A lot of bi and gay gals – and women who used to like being with guys before switching sides – would often make me feel really bad to hear them talk about why they are the way they are and, usually, because men might be good at the physical stuff… but totally sucked in the emotional department. It wasn’t personal and it took me a while to realize that but, yeah, they were speaking a lot of truth from their perspective and applying a lot of weight to something I’d heard a lot:

Only a woman knows what a woman wants and needs. Dicks? They can get any dick at any time and with stupid ease; what they can’t usually get is someone who can make love to their emotions as well as their bodies and, well, duh – women are good at it since, you know, they’re women and they do know a lot of stuff that us guys don’t. And even when we do know this – and try our best to take care of the emotional side of things, eh, we’re still guys.

I grew to have a great appreciation for bisexual women, not because what they do is so damned erotic, but being a bi guy, we have something in common even if the reasons for this level of commonality aren’t always the same. The way some folks look at bisexual women is, often and in my opinion, shameful. Yep… it’s one of the sexiest, most erotic things ever and while anyone can see this in action by dialing up some girl-on-girl porn, if you’ve never seen it first-hand, well, you just have no idea what the real thing looks like and it’s made even more so if, by chance, you have an inkling of what’s really driving their need to be with another woman – and it’s not a bad case of raging hormones.

A sense of safety, comfort and, I think, importantly, emotional succor. One bisexual woman I knew told me that, sure, she likes dick and all that but, no offense, there are just some things a woman needs that a man cannot provide. Also, and without any offense meant, she told me, “You guys need to take a class on how to please a woman’s body – y’all suck at giving us head! Some of y’all are… okay but your problem is y’all are too much in a damned hurry to stick it in us.”

Well, yeah, I knew that but hearing it and in no uncertain terms, well, it doesn’t make you feel good and more so when you’re of a mind that you think you’re kinda/sorta good at it. I know I learned some hard lessons about giving a woman head and some were pretty embarrassing and humbling. I know quite a few guys who learned, the hard way, that their lady liked women because of our ham-handed way of having sex with them; not that all of us are that bad at it… but we’re just not always enough where dealing with their emotional need goes… and a level of need that few men know of or are able to bring to the table with any real sense of consistency.

A guy finding this out would be crushed to know that no matter what he did or tried to do, he just wasn’t enough to satisfy their needs in the way they’d need them satisfied. Some guys would lose their fucking minds to discover this and I think that in my experiences, more guys tend to lose their shit than there are guys who are more level-headed about it. Overheard a couple arguing about this one day and the guy said, “What can a woman do that I can’t?”

I knew the moment those words came out of his mouth, his ass was grass; and she told him… and it hurt me to hear her say what she said – and she wasn’t even talking to me – because I knew what she was saying was pretty much a gospel truth. She went one way, left him standing there so angry that I could imagine steam coming out of every pore of his skin. He saw me standing there and, for what reason I couldn’t begin to figure out, asked me, “Man… did you hear that bullshit? That bitch is crazy – she must be a dyke, right?”

I didn’t want any part of this conversation but since he’s now standing in front of me and waiting, I guess, for me to take his side, I shrugged, prepared myself for some kind of fight, and said, “She right, you know.”

He went kinda ballistic and asked me how I knew and I told him, “My wife is bisexual so, yeah, I know that what your lady said was right.” Then I walked away and left him standing there with a totally dumbfounded look on his face.

There’s the mystique, the “unicorn” label placed upon bisexual women that’s either flattering to some or a reason for bisexual women to be totally and completely pissed off. A lot of men can’t or don’t want to understand this about them; our male-centric view of things just doesn’t seem to allow us to understand this. We think it’s sex… and it is… and it isn’t. We see such a huge disconnect between bisexual men and women – we fail to see the commonality we have with each other as well as we just overlook a lot of other things that makes acceptance a hard thing to reach, even when we stop to consider that bi guy and gals are often bisexual for the same reasons – or close enough for government work.

I learned the hard way – and as a lot of guys have learned – that if you really want to make a bisexual woman happy, just give her what she wants. Sexuality aside, we are… arrogant in our belief that we are all that someone ever needs or will ever need and, in a heterosexual way, throwing more dick/pussy at someone will cure what apparently is ailing them. This way of looking at things makes a lot of bisexuals some pretty miserable creatures and, I think, women more than men.

That landmark day I had so many decades ago taught me some very important shit about women and sex and their need to be with each other if that’s what want and need to do… and it’s not always about them having massive and multiple orgasms: It’s about having their emotional needs handled by someone who knows about those needs a hell of a lot better than your average guy might know. I often use the word “succor” when I write about this and it doesn’t always mean physical relief and while it can be described as comfort, for a lot of bisexual women, getting boned by a guy, while nice and all that, isn’t all the comfort that they need.

I watched a friend of mine get his head handed to him when, during a conversation that included women, he said the threesome word and then dug his grave deeper by saying that all women who went both ways loved having threesomes.

I eased away from the danger zone and, no, I didn’t feel bad for him when those women stripped the skin from his body and dumped bags of salt onto him. Yeah… I could have “saved” him by saying before they jumped in his ass, “Dude, don’t even go there – you’re about to make a terrible mistake!” – but I didn’t because it is a lesson men need to learn about women and especially bisexual women. As those women skinned him alive, I wrote myself another note to never say some shit like that, not even in jest.

The fact is that if a bisexual woman wants to do this, fine… but if she doesn’t – and you’d have to be able to understand why (and you might be surprised at why they don’t) – then just leave it alone. You can think it all you want to – just don’t let it come out of your mouth and don’t say shit about it unless she brings it up – and then don’t expect her to.

I’m not saying that I totally and completely understand bisexual women but I know some stuff about them and I have a great appreciation for them that has nothing to do with sex; I see the commonality I share with them: We both know what it’s like to be with both men and women, what’s good about it and what isn’t. We share a lot of the same reasons for being bisexual, from just “being born this way” to having discovered that while boy/girl sex is all well and good (and, sometimes, not so much), it’s not the only way to go about having our needs taken care of whether those needs are physical, emotional, or both.

I get it… and there are a whole lot of bisexual women who fervently wish there were more guys who were able to get it. But I have an advantage that a lot of guys and even some women don’t have: I’m bisexual so that women are and can be bisexual isn’t surprising and shocking.

And one of the most important lessons I’ve ever learned about sex and sexuality… and women.

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Stir Crazy and Cabin Fever

Back when sheltering in place was beginning to be a thing, someone on Facebook posted something all the children who’ll be born around December. Funny in a way but probably a stone-cold fact.

The fellas on the forum – and the active ones with or without a FWB – are probably losing their minds right about now if the level of activity on the forum is any indication. A little while ago I wrote something about wondering how many people were going to discover bisexuality and, in particular, those folks who are sharing a home or otherwise find themselves without their “usual” outlet for sex.

It makes me wonder how many folks who aren’t fans of masturbation are trying to have fun with it. There are a lot of guys on the forum who say they’re in sexless relationships and, for the most part, is one reason why they’re bisexual and I wondered how it’s making them feel knowing that despite the insanity going on with the pandemic, their need for sex and intimacy is still very much alive and well… and they’re now cut-off… and sheltering in place with someone who isn’t of a mind to have sex with them.

Since a lot of these guys are on the DL with their M2M activities – and combined with whatever shelter in place restrictions are in effect where they live, it might be driving them “crazy” not to be able to get out of the house and feed their need for cock since, in some places, if you don’t have a legitimate reason for being outside, you could be arrested, fined, or both.

I’m sure police officers are not gonna accept, “I was horny and I needed some dick…” as a legitimate excuse for being out and roaming around, even with masks and gloves. It’s had me wondering if those poor souls trapped in a sexless relationship are having… state of emergency sex, for lack of a better way to put it. I’m also thinking, eh, probably not and now anyone in this situation is finding themselves even more between a rock and a hard place than they were before all of this happened.

A question on the forum was posted asking about how this coronavirus situation is affecting one’s ability to get some dick and, at a high level, the general consensus is that, duh, it’s having a very major impact but not a lot of guys are taking the risk and getting their freak on anyway. Cityman tells me that where he lives, the number of guys checking him out has tripled and he’s a bit amazed at the number of guys there are who are literally within walking distance of his home.

Guys are begging and pleading for some dick and ass – and, perhaps, in lieu of pussy – but I’m guessing that few are of a mind to risk catching the virus or being arrested/fined to get some. “Historically,” women have fared better with celibacy than men, not to say that there aren’t women who are feeling the pressure to be intimate and get laid… and more so if, um, their stock of batteries got overlooked and is now running low; I can imagine that if a woman has a toy chest, well, the contents are getting more of a workout now than before… and there are probably some husbands and boyfriends who are only just now finding out that she has toy chest to begin with.

The Internet is flooded with things people can do while sheltering in place and without having to leave the relative safety of their prison… um, home. I’ve seen some more, ah, salacious stuff that hints that if ya ain’t got anything else to do, have sex and, indeed, Twitter seems to have a lot of people who are sheltering – stuck, really – in place and letting it be known that getting laid would be a fantastic thing for them to do.

Also a bit historically, it seems that in times of crisis, people seem to instinctively have sex… a lot of sex and as evidenced by the baby boom that happened around the time I was born, during and on the heels of the Korean situation, if I remember correctly. But that was obviously different from what’s going on today. It’s probably a safe bet that there are a lot of people who are having a whole lot of sex in lieu of not being able to go about their normal routines… but those folks who can’t – and won’t – get any?

How are they handling this? Masturbation, as an alternative, is normal, natural, healthy and, at the least, can take the edge off, well, up to the moment when it doesn’t. Given that this is something usually done in private, it must get really interesting for those who want to rub two or three out to be able to do so (and especially for those folks who have children who are also stuck in place along with them). I can imagine that there are a lot of women “trapped” in place with a man they have no interest in having sex with and for whatever reason they don’t and feeling some kind of way about that, just as I can imagine there are a lot of men stuck with these women who are looking at them with great hunger… and a lot of trepidation because they already know that if they ask to have sex, their request is going to be denied and even more so when, now, there’s no place to hide and, if one was of a mind to, no way to get the need taken care of.

I can imagine that the stress levels associated with this alone are quite high – and like everyone isn’t stressed enough as it is. I can’t speak for women but I know a lot of guys, when they’re highly stressed, want to have sex; think of releasing the pressure on a pressure cooker… and what tends to happen when you don’t release the pressure and more so with older styles of that very scary kitchen tool. I can imagine women, who are, more or less, pretty chill or indifferent about sex are thinking that, yeah, getting laid would be nice right about now but like men, they’re cut off from being able to go out and make some guy very lucky… or they’re stuck in the house with someone they don’t wanna have sex with or is unable to. Again and, sure, rubbing one out is a good alternative… if the woman in question is of a mind to do it… and some aren’t; they either don’t believe in it or feel it’s a complete waste of time and energy.

Makes me wonder for those women who are with guys suffering from ED if getting eaten sounds like a good idea and more so if they were of a mind that getting eaten does absolutely nothing for them. Makes me wonder how many women who aren’t or weren’t of a mind to give their guy a full and complete blow job – and definitely not gonna give up the booty – are now thinking that it’s a better option than to have what might be a sex-deprived lunatic roaming around the house.

Really makes me wonder if this crisis is going to change a lot of minds about sex – period. For those who have chosen to abstain from sex, it’s probably not a big deal for them and especially for those who have vowed to never has sex again even if Hell freezes over… and now it’s pretty damned chilly in Hell if not completely frozen.

I know it’s not funny but my sense of humor wonders if the “toilet paper shortage” is a lot more serious than people think it is since, um, well, you know, when us guys jerk off, we gotta be able to do that cleanup on aisle one.

And, yeah – I’m the guy who’s wondering about all of this and how people are coping and dealing with this.

 

Life, Living and Loving: When Two Becomes Three (or more)

https://ddjennifer.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/342-kayla-part-i/

https://ddjennifer.wordpress.com/2020/03/27/343-kayla-part-ii-kayla-ours-the-new-addition/

https://ddjennifer.wordpress.com/2020/03/31/344-kayla-interview-part-iii/

If you’re at all interested in what it’s like to be married and having a new person join the relationship, take some time and read these three posts. While the content is about domestic discipline, the posts are rich with a sense of what it takes to break some rules and doing some sundering – on purpose – and for the benefit of one and all.

I know for myself, it was the adventure of a lifetime, both one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done and one of the most insane things. Some might think that these… arrangements are just about sex but there’s much more to it than that although, yeah – the sex is probably unlike anything you could experience since it’s a lot more than just the much-dreaded threesome.

You go along, just the two of you… and somehow, some way, and for some reason, two becomes three (and not counting any existing children). It’s an option that’s becoming more of a thing these days and, in my opinion, it’s the ultimate relationship and one that will put everything you thought you knew about love, sex, and relationships to one hell of a test. Man, talk about life-changing? Talk about how much you’re gonna find out about yourself, the person you’re married to, and then whomever was chosen to join you?

I’ve sometimes thought that if I knew then what I know now, I probably wouldn’t have done this – easy to say, right? At the same time, I do know and the question I’ve asked myself has been, “If you could, would you do it again?” The “bad” part is, yeah – I would… because there’s nothing else like it, nothing you can compare it to. It takes being in an open relationship and seriously expands it; many find that being in an open relationship is difficult enough and, comparatively speaking, being in an open relationship is easy.

This isn’t. Jennifer and her clan figured it out; they’ve made it work and is, in my opinion, the perfect example of how to do it and she’s been gracious enough to share her experiences in this and how she deals with things and how her extended family works. I think you’d have to hit her archive to get the full flavor of her journey in this, to see the high and low points, a few personal struggles, but with the commitment to not only go this route, but to do her part to make it work.

For me, her domestic discipline thing is icing on the proverbial cake; you don’t have to have a “kink” to be able to do this but the gist of it all is that you sure as hell have to be willing and able to step way out of the box and be so unconventional in this kind of relationship… while making it look and feel like it’s been like this since “the original” couple got married and instead of two “standing at the altar,” there were three – and all committed not only to each other but to the scope and vision of the expanded relationship.

I know that, as more people found out about what we were doing, they said that I was either the luckiest motherfucker who ever lived… or the most insane one. One guy told me, “Having one wife is bad enough… and now you have two? What the fuck were you thinking about?” Well, I had three but that’s not really the point. There is so much stuff you have to deal with, so much stuff you have to learn – like I said, everything you thought you knew about being in a relationship gets rewritten to the point where you’re pretty much always in unknown territory.

While one can search the Internet and find all kinds of information on how to form such a family, at best, it’ll be more of a guideline, more like suggestions, because how the dynamic works depends on the people involved, why they’ve come together like this, and being able to work out how this is gonna work… and with the sure and certain understanding that there are going to be sinkholes – not bumps – in the road to be traveled.

You not only have to deal with the internal stuff – but if you think you’re gonna do this and other people aren’t going to notice or figure it out – and then start asking questions, I’d say you’re sadly mistaken. One of the hardest things I had to do in this was explaining it, sometimes in detail, sometimes being rather vague about things like someone asking, “Hey… are the three of you in a relationship?” and me responding with, “Yeah, we are…” – and leaving it at that.

“How the hell did that happen?” My answer? “You really don’t wanna know and you’re probably not gonna believe me.” I caught a lot of flak from women who’d roast me for being such an arrogant asshole to have a harem and it would piss me off big time and more so when I would try to explain the dynamic… and now I’m not only an asshole but I’m a liar on top of it. I got so “used” to be some kind of bad guy that whenever some woman figured it out and wanted to read me the riot act, I’d just ignore her because I saw no point in trying to explain something that they’d refuse to believe, oh, like the fact that doing this wasn’t my idea to begin with.

I just agreed to it. Then I had to figure out how to make it work and I’ll ask you to once again believe me when I tell you that it might sound “easy” but it’s anything but. I remember too many nights when I laid in bed between the two of them, watching them sleeping… and wondering just what the fuck did I get myself into and trying to peek into the future to see what tomorrow was gonna be like; to borrow a phrase I read in a book, the only easy day was yesterday.

When I’ve written about this in the past, I’ve pointed to some skills that are very necessary: Time management along with problem and conflict resolution. You have to be a negotiator, a referee, an arbitrator and if you know something about psychology, that’ll help. Dealing with different personalities, well, it’s a bitch and a half and dealing with the emotional aspects, and, oh, my god; it didn’t take me long to figure out why someone would think I had lost my mind in being a part of this… because I questioned my own sanity quite a bit. Along the way, I learned some very important shit and in terms of what not to do; I’ve said it before and I’ll keep on saying it.

If you’re not grown up enough, don’t even think about doing this. If you are unable to get rid of emotions like envy, jealousy, selfishness and possessiveness, well, bluntly, you’re fucked – and not in a good way. And if you have no idea how to deal with these things in others, well, what do you think? Doubly fucked would be a good way to put it… and that doesn’t even come close to what it’s really like.

The sex? Not as easy as it sounds. It’s hard enough “keeping track” of what one woman likes, doesn’t like, whatever… but for two of them? Ha… I know some of the guys who knew would tell me how lucky I was and I’d say, “Well, yeah… if you say so.” This ain’t like an one-off kind of threesome thing; this is an everyday part of your responsibilities in the relationship and while some might say that it’s not all about the sex or it’s “not really that important,” well, guess again. It is important and if you really want to have your limits put to the test? This will do it… and it is humbling. And let’s not talk about sexuality issues… unless you’ve got something for the headache you’re gonna get handy…

And that’s being nice about it. Oh, yeah – you also have to be to “see the future” or, perhaps more accurately, you have to see the problems before they show up. It’s not enough to know that some shit is gonna get and be fucked up – you have to figure out what’s gonna get fucked up, when it’s gonna happen, why it’s gonna happen… then “see” what’s gonna have to be done to fix it… and if it can be fixed. Then you have to be as proactive as you can be to head off any issues you feel, think, and/or believe is going to show up… then convince those who are with you that whatever you’ve “seen” coming down the road is gonna happen.

Now, don’t get me wrong. This is an experience to top and end any experience you’ve ever had; like I said, there is nothing else like it. It is rewarding beyond belief but is also like walking a minefield in the dark… and blindfolded. When things go right, sheer heaven… and when they go wrong – and things will go wrongly… yeah: What were you thinking about when the two of you decided this would be a good thing to do?

What makes this even more difficult is the fact that we barely learn how to have a relationship with one person; while there are, again, loads of guidelines and suggestions on how to make your relationship simply stellar, that’s all they really are – guidelines. Suggestions. Lots of pie-in-the-sky shit and every relationship is more like on the job training than really knowing how to do this… and keeping in mind that the person you’re with has their own ideas about how this is supposed to and gonna work.

Then add someone else to the mix. Then, for shits and giggles, add someone else. Then try to take everything and everyone and mold it all into one “seamless” thing. Is your head hurting? It should be. And it will. It’s the reason why I say that you not only have to be really grown up, you have to take everything you think you know about relationships and throw it all away so you can learn a very different way to be in one.

And if you can’t to this and can’t manage to get and keep everyone involved on the same page, well…

Jennifer and her clan figured it out. In fact, a lot of people do. It is, without a doubt, the hardest thing one can ever do as well as the craziest, most insane thing you will ever do in your life…

And it’s worth it. It really is even when you will have moments where you’ll be wishing you never decided and/or agreed to do this. But if you can make it work, it just doesn’t get any better than this.

If you want to get more of a real-deal perspective of this, go read Jennifer’s blog. Most people who try this don’t last very long; our relationship lasted a couple of decades and Jennifer celebrated five years of being in this kind of relationship so as far as I’m concerns, she’s a heroine of the highest order and so are the members of her clan – and especially her husband.

Do ya really think it’s heavenly to be the only guy and “surrounded” by women? It is… and not so much. Are you of a mind that this is totally and completely insane? It is… and probably more than you can imagine. Don’t think you could do this? You probably can’t and more so if you believe in the way relationships are supposed to be… and this sure as shit ain’t the way things are supposed to be… but in many way, it also is. It’s polyamory… but much deeper; it’s not “just sex” but way much more than just that. Monogamy? Forget that shit – not gonna work.

I’ve seen stuff written about this that talks about the core relationship and how important it is to preserve it and there’s some good sense in this… and it’s also a good way to fuck shit up because it tend to evoke an “us and them” kind of thing when, in reality, there should only be “us” and regardless to how many people are involved. I’ve seen where single folks are going about this and, um, it’s not all that easy when there’s no real core relationship to build upon… and even harder when there is a core relationship to build upon. And harder still when you and your “partners in crime” live under the same roof.

Glorious. Beyond anything you could dream of… and it can be your worst nightmare made real if you’re not willing to see it all through for as long as it can go. You have to be committed… which also means you probably should be committed because this shit is beyond crazy.

But if you can do it – and do it as right as everyone can make it – there’s just nothing else like it and nothing else will ever compare to it. A long time ago, our family of five became a family of nine with five kids, three wives, and me. Holy shit. I would think that if someone had told me I’d find myself up to my pretty brown eyes in this, I would have laughed so hard and told them they were out of their fucking minds.

I’m not laughing and maybe, just maybe, I was the one who was a few fries short of a happy meal. Absolutely the most wonderfully insane thing I’ve ever done and been a part of.

Thanks go to Jennifer for the inspiration to write this. You rock, Jen!

 

Top Searches: “Brojob Blogs”

Ah… my “favorite” Top Searches thing has made an appearance after a long and conspicuous absence! With the way things are happening around the world, I’m not surprised that it has resurfaced again.

If there was such a blog, I’d sign up to read it. For me, this Top Search ties in nicely with what Cityman and I were talking about recently about how some guys behave when they wanna have sex… but resources/outlets are limited or nonexistent.

I’m not even gonna get into how this bro job thing only happens between straight guys – it doesn’t. All it takes is for a guy to be at odds for some reason or just be ball-achingly horny and in need of immediate relief – and being with a guy who, for his own reasons, will agree that giving each other head – at the very least – sounds like a great idea.

They’ll tell themselves and maybe each other – and as an odd form of confirmation – that it’s not really gay (ah, but it is!) and with the time-honored caveat that I won’t tell if you won’t. And if both parties agree, dicks will get sucked and those aching balls relieved – no harm, no foul, thanks, bro!

It’s not a sexuality kind of issue. “Bro job” is really more of a catch-all phrase since a literal blow job may or may not happen. Some guys will agree to jerk each other off because it’s deemed to be “less gay” than putting mouth to cock and definitely “less gay” than putting cock to ass.

Growing up, my friends and I had a lot of sex with each other because we were bored out of our minds and we couldn’t think of anything else to do and more so if we were confined to our immediate neighborhood or told to “be where I can see you!”

I long since lost count of the number of times I’d been hanging with a friend – even a new one – and the “have you ever done it with a boy” question would come up. Or, sometimes, the guy I was hanging with – or, sometimes, “stuck” with – would just up and ask, “Can I suck your dick?” Sometimes it wasn’t really about being horny; some guys just had some shit bothering them enough to put them in a funky mood and enough where it just seemed that the “solution” was to, at the least, suck a dick… and even if one or both guys had never done or thought about it before.

Strange how that works. It kinda makes sense that when you’re really tight with a guy – you’ve know each other for quite a bit of time and, as a result, know a great deal about each other – that at the right time and moment, a bro job will be put on the table. It’s rarely about being attracted to your bro; it’s not “being in love” or otherwise infatuated with him but he’s more than just a friend. I’ve had guys tell me that they’ve found themselves hanging with their bro and, out of the blue, they have a sudden and intense desire to suck his cock – where the fuck did that come from?

Or get shocked when the bro they thought they knew “everything” about comes out of left field and inquires about the possibility of them sucking each other off. Some guys won’t pop the question and if they do, sometimes the offer is rejected… and sometimes it’s on big time because the situation calls for it.

Oh, like being subjected to social distancing and severely limiting the people you can be around. If social distancing has cut a guy off from being able to go on a trim hunt – or, if he has a lady and she doesn’t live with him and is on the other side of town – but his bro is close by – sure, they could hang out to ease the depressing feeling of being so isolated and restricted in their ability to socialize… and I wouldn’t be surprised if the bro job card came out nor would I be surprised to find that both guys were thinking about putting the card on the table but were afraid to turn it over.

I’ve always believed that if you leave two guys to their own devices in certain situations, there’s no telling what is being thought about… and certainly no telling what might happen. I know I’ve been hanging with a guy and have felt a lot of sexual tension in the air and I’ve even been reasonably sure that I’m not the source of it but I know it and so does he. The moment passes and later the guy tells me what was on his mind at that moment – but didn’t know how to bring it up, let alone know how I would react to it. Depending on the guy, I’d either shrug it off and even act like I didn’t notice the sexual tension surrounding us… and sometimes – depending on the guy – I’d say, “Yeah, I felt it… why didn’t you just say what was on your mind? I would have been okay with it…”

They happen because, sometimes, needs must. Easier to deal with things right then and there than to wait until one’s “normal” way to relieve the pressure can be obtained, found, whatever. I don’t think it’s a thing two strangers just meeting for the first time would do unless one of the guys is, ah, more predisposed to sucking dick and the other guy is “just” a target of opportunity. If and when it happens, it tends to happen between guys who know each other – they’re bros, homies, friends, road partners – and, situationally, there’s nothing else to do, they’re stressed out in some way, or just plain and seriously horny…

And their bro is, more than likely, the one male on the planet they feel they can confide and trust. It happens. Probably happens a lot more than people might think it does and, again, sexuality isn’t always at the root of this. If there’s a WordPress blog being written about it, I haven’t seen it.

Are women subject to this phenomenon? Probably… not that you’d get them to admit it one way or the other but I’d say that theoretically, the potential is there and dependent upon how close they are. If so, the “bro job” just doesn’t happen between men but, yeah, sure – makes sense that men can be the focal point in this.

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Orally Fixated

Yeah… that’s me. I know it – have known in for a very long time – and it doesn’t embarrass me to admit it. I love the shit out of oral sex – men, women, doesn’t matter and while screwing is really nice and all that, it often pales in comparison to being able to put my mouth on someone and, um, have my way with them like that.

One of the many questions on the forum about cock sucking, in particular, is why it’s so addictive; a lot of guys suck cock for the first time and they just can’t get enough of doing it and, conversely, I think some guys haven’t done it yet because they are really and truly afraid that they’re gonna like it…

And get seriously hooked on it.

The fellas ask, “Why do I like/love sucking cock so much?” and I actually know the answer because, um, yeah, I really did bother to find it because I had reason to ask myself the same question. Sure… giving a guy a blow job is very taboo and all that and doing it knowing that it’s taboo often makes doing it that much more exciting, you know, rebelling against the system. But the answer is a lot more involved and, in fact, not sexual at all… and no, I’m not going to get into the science and psychology of oral fixation except to say that we’re all born with it; it’s the second instinctive thing we do after we take our first breath outside of the womb. It’s why many of us were thumb-suckers and the reason why it sometimes takes a lot of effort to break children out of the habit.

Because sucking on something feels really good. Anyway.

I’ve learned a lot about sex over the decades… but nothing more exciting than eating pussy and sucking dick. It is, in my opinion, highly erotic and intimate and, as I would eventually learn, works extremely well where my oral fixation is concerned. Someone will ask me, “Why do you suck dick?” and there are two answers. The first is, “Because I can…” and the second is, “It makes me feel good to do it!” It’s the same answers for why I love eating pussy but, nah, people generally don’t ask a guy why he likes eating pussy because that, in and of itself, isn’t something that’s considered to be unusual even though there are guys who wouldn’t go down on a woman even if you put a gun to their head and were squeezing the trigger to its break point.

I could do it all day, every day, and I’d be so very happy to do it. I learned – and had to break down and admit to myself (which wasn’t easy) that when that particular call of nature says it’s time to get laid, my oral fixation, aka “The Beast” has to be fed as well. In my entire life, I’ve only been with two women who didn’t want to be eaten – ever. Guys? Well, sure and generally, dudes don’t want anyone who isn’t female sucking on their dick – and I only know of one guy who didn’t want to be sucked – ever.

In order to understand this in other guys, I had to understand it about myself and, again, it wasn’t easy to wrap my head around it so until I understood what oral fixation was, damn – I loved doing something and didn’t know why I did; the very curious kid I was would wind up being driven almost batshit crazy trying to figure it out but once I did, wow. I got hooked for life on it because my brain is wired to equate sucking with feeding and feeding – in this case, nursing – is equated with a very good feeling.

Except, um, sucking a dick and/or eating pussy ain’t like sitting down and enjoying a good meal and especially one that will – or could – give you a foodgasm – and I do like this word since, in reality, the two things are more related that we’re aware of or even pay attention to. Still, it was troubling how much I loved doing both things but, again, once I understood what oral fixation was, I was good with it and it got me to understand why there are those who don’t like giving head and that some are like this because they were made to not like doing it and, as such, having their oral fixation broken to the point where giving someone head becomes an obligatory chore and something done out of expectation.

Which just takes the fun out of it. Of course, there are always the horror stories, tales of emotional trauma and all that as well as it being pounded into the heads of many that putting your mouth on someone down there just ain’t ever to be done – it’s just too nasty, immoral and, for some, unholy.

Sure… it’s a lot of work and, depending on who you’re giving head to, a whole lot of work and one of the things I learned other than technique was persistence as well as patience and neither thing was easy to learn. And I learned something else about myself: I’m… selfish when giving head and by that I mean I don’t “just do it” to make the other person happy. Yeah, I want them to be happy but The Beast loves being fed and being able to feast on someone makes it very happy… which usually has the result of making the person its feasting on happy… or not so much sometimes.

There’s been a lot of talk on the forum over the last couple of days about being a “submissive cock sucker” and whether or not one has to be submissive in this. A lot of guys say that they are but I’ve learned – and because my brain is just wired like that – that it’s not always the act itself that is submissive – it’s what and how someone feels about doing it although, to be literal about it, when you’re gonna give head to someone, you’re actually submitting to doing it – but not necessarily being “made” to do it – it’s complicated. Some guys say that sucking dick makes them feel delightfully “girly” which makes a kind of sense since we are – and have pretty much always been – of a mind that this is something that is in a woman’s purview, not that a lot of women are comfortable with this – it’s just the way it has always been perceived.

Indeed, it wasn’t until more “recent” times when a guy sucking another guy’s cock was considered to be quite manly and I’ve tended to agree with this since I know it takes a lot of guts to suck another man’s dick. Guys will go down on a woman and not give it much thought… but dicks? Yeah – gotta think long and hard (no pun) about that one. Yet and still, a lot of guys experience it… and they often say one of two things. One is, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be!” and the other is, “Why didn’t I do this before now?”

And then, “Why am I hooked on doing it?” Some guys get all into the taste and feel of it and getting the “reward” at the end… but the real culprit is oral fixation. A lot of guys ask, “What’s it like to suck cock?” and, duh, they’d love to know the answer to this without having to do it – and I came up with an experiment one can try:

Wash your hands and stick your thumb in your mouth… and suck on it and, sure, get your tongue involved. For most adults, this will make you feel pretty silly and more so if you were someone who never sucked their thumb. The trick is to not pay attention to what you’re doing to your thumb – pay attention to how it’s making you feel other than silly.

It works for eating pussy, too, I discovered although there is more stuff to lick and all that other than her clit – but the general principle is the same. I even noticed that sometimes, when one hurts a finger – a small cut, whacked it with a hammer, etc., – the first thing some people do is stick it in their mouth and suck on it.

Because it actually feels good despite whatever pain they happen to be feeling. And, yeah – I didn’t make the connection until I caught myself sucking on my finger after hitting it pretty hard on a door frame.

Okay. I had been told in my youth to never put my mouth on a girl’s pussy but not told why I shouldn’t. So, um, yeah – I had to find out… and while I now know there are reasons why you shouldn’t, um, holy shit – that was more fun than sucking a dick – and something else that I was told not to do or let anyone do. Well, um, that last “warning” came all late and wrong but, sure, there are reasons why you shouldn’t suck a guy’s dick.

But if those reasons don’t exist (and you’re sure that they don’t and as best you can establish), going down on someone is, at least for me, sheer unadulterated joy. Many are of a mind that it’s a one-way kind of pleasure and one for the person who’s getting head… but I learned a long time ago that when I’m doing it, oh, my, it is so intensely pleasurable! And while I’d say that I’m not arrogant or egotistical to the point where I believe that I’ve made everyone I’ve gone down on a happy camper I do know how happy it makes me to do it and, um, okay – if I didn’t get it right, gimme a chance to get it right – more fun for me and, hopefully, for you, too.

As I said, it was hard for me to accept that I was, in deed and in fact, a cock sucking, pussy eating fiend. A girl could tell me, “You can eat my pussy but you can’t fuck me!” and I was all for it. A guy would say I could blow him – but he wasn’t gonna blow me – and I was just as good with that because The Beast was gonna be fed and what makes it happy makes me very happy.

I can’t even begin to count the many times in a relationship where I’ve pounced on the pussy out of the clear blue sky, eaten it (and fed The Beast) and that’s all that happened… and because that’s all that was needed to happen. Before experience taught me to be more discriminating, sure – homey wants his dick sucked and I’m cool with him? Sure – pull it out and let’s get it done. If the favor gets returned, even more fun since, um, I’m not one of those guys who don’t seem to like being blown. You don’t even have to get me to cum because I’ve learned to be very appreciative of anyone who’d go down on me… because they could’ve chosen not to at all.

But if I can go down on you? Sheer bliss. Kinda doesn’t get any better than that. My oral fixation is what it is and I’m very okay with it. What’s that you say? It’s gonna take a while for you to cum this way? Okay… I’m just gonna keep going until you do or one of us taps out… and I’m determined that I’m not gonna be the one to tap out. Never got off this way? Well, let’s see what I can do about that! It’s not merely skill – it’s persistence and patience and a focus on finding someone’s good spots to turn what might have been a waste of time into something other than that.

I just don’t like it. I love the shit out of it. Always have, always will. There the eroticism and intimacy involved but I am very aware of how orally fixated I am when it comes to this. The Beast loves to be fed… and I do very much love feeding it. A lot of guys swear by, “It’s better to give than receive…” I don’t say they’re wrong about this but, um, receiving ain’t bad either. There’s a question of whether reciprocation is a real necessity – some say it is, some say it isn’t but I’d guess that depends on how one thinks about being able to fully share the oral experience… or if they even want to.

But that’s a topic for another time…

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: I Wonder…

…how many people around the world and being subjected to sheltering in place are either discovering bisexuality or are having their latent thoughts and feeling awakening?

Cityman and I were talking about this last night after he shared that the number of guys checking him out – and propositioning him – seems to have doubled. He allowed that he’s getting more requests from guys to come over right now and do them that what he considers to be normal for where he lives. I like that he’s amazed by this…

But I don’t find it to be all that unusual because I learned a very long time ago that if men find themselves “isolated” and cut off from their usual means of sexual pleasure, many will, invariably, turn to each other due to “extreme horniness” and there isn’t anything else or better to do under the conditions of the imposed isolation and that includes being bored silly.

I’ve been seeing good-natured jokes about the number of babies that will be born in December due to the current pandemic and the shelter in place orders… but the other side of this is how many people are going to turn to bisexuality, even for this situation and, in particular, the many men and women who share a home with someone who is the same sex as they are?

Some folks, well, you just gotta know that there are going to be those who are of a mind that the shelter in place order doesn’t apply to them even though I recently read where the governor of NJ is pretty much promising to arrest and fine anyone who gets caught roaming the streets without a provable and legitimate reason for being out there like needing groceries or a medical emergency and more so when a lot of restaurants are providing limited-contact delivery services and even those who, prior to this, had no delivery service.

And while such action isn’t being enacted everywhere in the US – that I know of – I got a giggle thinking about someone hustling to a booty call and getting pulled over by the cops… and having to explain why they’re not sheltering in place. While it doesn’t appear to be illegal to be out on your own (yet), it did make me wonder what one is going to do when they get a bad case of the hornies but aren’t of a mind to tempt fate and go out just to get laid.

There just might be a great increase of masturbation; maybe those women who are, for some reason, abstaining from sex are feeling some kind of way being on lockdown with a very horny guy walking around or, if that wild animal isn’t present, hmm – what to do about this? And while continuing to do nothing is still an option, hmm, er, um, there are still a great many people who ain’t feeling doing nothing and getting themselves off will, at best, only take the edge off.

I’ve been reading and hearing about all the stuff one can do being stuck at home during all of this but, yeah – I’m the guy who’s wondering how handling sexual needs are going to be handled and, um, causing an increase in the population later this year is just the tip of the iceberg.

Cityman and I thought about how many people who would “never” consider bisexuality as a sexual “option” are now thinking about it. I recall, in days gone by, how a lot of guys would thump their chest and say that they’d have to be very desperate for sex before doing something with another guy; it would have to be a cold day in hell and all that. Well, perhaps for some folks, hell is now freezing over. Back then, it used to amuse me to hear guys preaching that they’d never do it but to also find that it was, in fact, on their list of things to do even if it was at the very bottom of the list.

And I’m wondering how many men and women are now at the bottom of their list. It’s a lot of speculation but, hey – ya gotta do something to keep yourself occupied being stuck in the house.

I remember being stuck in an elevator with a guy for hours before they could get us out of there and this very straight guy proposed that, to pass the time and to keep him from freaking out, that we could, you know, blow each other. I gotta say that for a guy who said he’d never done such a thing before, he was pretty good at it but it’s just one example of the times I know of where you get guys “cut off” from their normal avenues for sex, are stressed out, even bored to death, well, even if nothing actually happens, it’s being thought about.

Even Cityman regaled me with a moment in his past, being in college and with his roommates and there were no women to be had and the three of them were very damned horny. While nothing happened, he admitted that you could feel the sexual tension in the air and while one of the roommates said something about wanting to fuck the other roommates, it wasn’t really the joke it sounded like even though the three of them were “quite straight.”

In such situations, wow – it always seems like a good idea and even if no one was really in a mind to do anything, there was often a lot of discussion about it, you know, if things were like this or that, what would you do and other hypothetical situations… and sometimes situations that, um, conveniently matched the situation of the moment. I’ve often written about how amusing it can be to watch a guy hemming, hawing, and hinting that he’s open to doing something because, if nothing else, he’s at the bottom of his list, he’s very horny, and just hitting the bathroom or hustling off to some other private place to jerk off ain’t gonna cut it.

And even funnier when the guy has been making it clear that he’s straight.

Maybe some folks are at the bottom of their list or thinking that what was once an impossibility now seems like more of a viable option. I don’t really know but I’m the guy who’d think about this. Even so, it becomes a question of whether getting one’s itch scratched in this way is worth the potential risk but it stands to reason that there are lot of people who are living in a same sex situation, sheltering in place, not daring to leave home… and they just might get pretty horny.

What will they do? Don’t know that, either, but I’m having fun thinking about what could happen, you know, as long as no one else ever finds out about it.

 

Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: The Schism

As bisexual men, many of us are all too aware of the great divide and angst between ourselves and some women who are greatly offended over the fact that we know a lot of the things they do about men and do them, too. We’re aware that there’s a lot of… resistance where the acceptance of bisexuality is concerned among the masses and the perception is that heterosexuals are the driving force behind this resistance – but that’s only partially true given the number of homosexuals who have reason not to say anything nice about bisexuals.

Even way back in my younger days, the mindset was you were either straight or you were gay and anyone who was neither was confused and in denial or became the butt-end of many jokes and even if the subject of the joke was, in fact, quite straight; sometimes the subject would get all riled up and start professing his straightness and declaring how much pussy he’d conquered; sometimes the subject would laugh right along with everyone else and sometimes the subject would be “suspiciously” quiet but, still, being a bisexual in hiding wasn’t as serious a thing as it is today.

I’d met a gay guy and we got together to have some oral sex with each other and, afterward, he asked me a question I’d never heard before: “Why aren’t you gay?” He didn’t ask me if I was gay and a question I’d been asked many times before and, as such, easy to answer: Nope, not gay – I go both ways. He and I actually had a really nice conversation about his question to me and, after my brain settled down from being surprised at the question, I told him that I’d had enough experience and evidence to prove to myself that just being gay wouldn’t work for me, that and I couldn’t deny how much I loved women and pussy so giving up one for the other didn’t make sense to me.

After that moment, it seemed that I was running into a lot of gay men who’d insist that I stop being in denial about being gay, give up women, and stick with just men. I actually had a gay man tell me that if it weren’t for the fact that I’d had my dick in pussy – and he said it like it was a curse word – that he wouldn’t hesitate to suck my dick. I didn’t know whether to be offended or to laugh at that. Some gay men I’d slept with didn’t give a fuck that I went both ways while others – and, oddly, after the sex was over and done with, would go off the rails because I wouldn’t give up women and their “nasty pussies” and stick with guys only. That one would wind up having me say, “You didn’t say that a little while ago, huh?”

But the question had exposed me to the schism between bi and gay guys and, for the most part, it was pretty vicious. I’d often find myself listening to a gay man tell me that he could do more for me than any woman ever could… and instead of being offended (which I had to learn to not be), I’d come back with, “Okay… but could you have my babies?” – and watch them loose their shit and often in some hilarious ways.

It’s bad enough these days to know that there are women who wouldn’t give you the time of day if it was needed to save your life if they even thought you were bi or, as I saw one woman write, “One of those fucked up down low motherfuckers…” but it’s just as bad that decades after I’d been exposed to gay men pushing their gay agenda on me, that narrowminded viewpoint continues to exist. I mean, I get it; everyone wants someone they can be with as a lover, partner and both and it makes sense that a gay man would want these things from a guy who is just like them… except not all guys who could fit the bill are gay and not of a mind to denounce women in favor of just being with men.

You get very tired of listening and/or reading about picking a side and staying there (which, I found, was a sentiment way older than I am) or being told that you’re in denial about what you really are; it continues to make my eyes roll to see people writing that bisexuality isn’t a real sexual orientation and, of course, by this point in my life, I think I’ve heard every negative thing that can be said about bisexuals and there’s probably some shit I haven’t heard yet because you know how it goes: Once you think you’ve heard it all, you find out that you haven’t.

The real question is why does this schism exist in the first place? It took me quite a bit of time to figure this one out: It’s actually human nature and the way we’ve always behaved: If you’re not like us, you’re against us and you will be dealt with in some kind of way. It speaks to how tribal we really are but given that we are a very social kind of animal, yeah, it makes sense that clashes of us versus them are going to show up and be waged and with both sides being more than willing and able to say all the bad shit they can about the others but not being of a mind to say anything good or nice about them.

When you have a “very gay” guy tell you that your mother should have swallowed instead of allow you to be born, you can get an idea of how nasty it can get in the trenches of this schism… and, yes, he said that and got his ass kicked because you do not – and will not – ever speak about my mother like that.

So the schism exists “simply” because everyone has an agenda in this, are of a mind that they way they are is the best – and sometimes – only way to be and you should be like them and if you aren’t, well, aren’t you all kinds of fucked up in the head? Bisexuals have always been the red-headed stepchild of the sexuality world, well, up until transgender folks appeared but this ain’t about them. And I don’t know about other bisexuals but I’ve seen this schism so much that I do wonder what the fuck is really going on with this; I ask myself why the factions against bisexuality are often only looking at one side of us – the homosexual side – but not the heterosexual side so much and, as such, keeping that “pick a side and stay on it” bullshit alive when it’s clear that a person can choose to be in the middle of things if they’ve decided that this is what works best for them.

Oh, wait; there’s not supposed to be anything between being straight and gay – how silly of me to have momentarily forgotten that.

I’ve heard more homosexuals tell me how confused and in denial I am than I’ve had heterosexuals say this. In fact and in my experiences, I’ve seen more heterosexuals be more “not in my backyard” about it; doesn’t matter to them one bit… just don’t ask them to get naked and have sex with you or anyone you care about. I’ve sat and listened to gay men go off the deep end about how fucked up women are and while being totally gobsmacked that they have so many bad things to say about women when some of them go about their lives trying to be more woman than the real thing and, yeah, some, ah, very gay men have best friends who are women.

In defense of many homosexuals, they’re not all totally against bisexuals and even they think this schism isn’t necessary and a total waste of energy and effort keeping this silliness going. Those open-minded folks understand that we – bisexuals – have much in common with them and just as we do with heterosexuals.

But it’s probably easier to not pay attention to the commonality and focus more on someone being neither straight or gay… but able to exist in both worlds. It continues to amaze the shit out of me that after first hearing that “you’re straight or gay” thing five decades ago that it’s still alive and well today and as if we, on the whole, haven’t learned a damned thing from what homosexuals – who were the original redheaded stepchild – had to endure. They weren’t supposed to exist, either but, duh, clearly they did; otherwise, what was everyone pitching a bitch about?

And we see the same insanity taking place today except bisexuals have replaced homosexuals as the target of ire for so many people. It can’t be real; we’re greedy, in denial – you’ve heard all of this crap – when, at least in my opinion, um, it’s not us who are in denial about anything.

It’s those people who refuse to accept that bisexuality is a real-deal thing and always has been. Why am I not gay? Because I don’t want to be and without offense to anyone, I find it limiting to just be on one side of things. I don’t have anything against anyone who wants to be on one side or the other; that’s just being petty and even childish so to behave in such a way is, I think, beneath me and very unbecoming. If I have something against you, chances are damned good it’s not because you’re straight or gay – you, as a person, just managed to get on my wrong side. I get that there are those who aren’t like me… and I’m good with that. I don’t even push some kind of agenda on anyone but, sure, I’ll say if you want or need to, try it – but if you don’t, it’s no big deal.

I’ll even tell you what’s both good and bad about it and in some situations I’d even try to talk you out of going both ways. Shit… I don’t even “wish” more people were bisexual because I know better than to have such an unrealistic POV. People are gonna be whatever they need to be in these things and the bad part is that the schism is going to keep appearing because there’s always going to be that one person who’s gonna hate on you because you’re not even close to being the way they are and the way they expect you to be.

It’s just human nature, really; one might think that at this point in our evolution, we would have outgrown this kind of behavior – and, clearly, we haven’t. I’ve been aware of this schism for decades and for a lot of decades before bisexuality became the hot-button topic it has become today. In some ways, a lot of people just don’t give a fuck if you’re bisexual and in other ways, yeah – some people do give a fuck and not in a nice way.

One day, maybe we’ll learn to put this stuff behind us…