Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Chomping at the Bit

I take my daily trip to the bi guy forum to see what the guys are talking and asking about and during today’s visit, I was reminded of how many guys on this site are, as the title of this scribble says, chomping at the bit but are still at the gate and unsure how to get out of said gate.  A lot of these guys ask what I’d call good questions, like, what does it feel like to suck a dick or what does it feel like to get screwed?  They ask if it’s better to give than receive and, recently, whether or not men are better at sucking cock than women (and why).

I see a lot of guys respond to various topics with variations of, “I haven’t done anything yet but I really want to!” and someone invariably asks the question, “What are you waiting for?” – and the answer to this one seems to be automatic with those who’ve yet to take that initial plunge or those who are returning to the fold after a long absence:  They’re married and don’t want to cheat, looking for Mr. Right instead of Mr. Right Now, afraid of being outed, afraid of catching something, and even saying that as far as they know, there are no other bi guys in their area… but they’re not really looking.

One thing that makes me frown a lot are those guys who haven’t done a thing in this arena developing preconceived notions and, for the most part, based on word of mouth stuff and from guys who have no actual experience themselves.  A lot of these guys watch gay porn and it’s always been my opinion that, in this, gay porn is a poor teaching tool.  Like, one guy asked today if it’s better to have a guy’s cock in your mouth when he cums… or is it better for him to aim at your mouth and shoot from there… and my eyes rolled before I was even aware of what they were doing.  A few respondents pointed out – and correctly so – that aiming at the mouth in the happy moment is all for show – the infamous money shot porn almost has to make more visible to prove that someone busting a nut isn’t faked (even though sometimes it is).  One guy commented, “What about condoms?” – and someone replied that if the guy you’re sucking is using a condom, um, you’re not gonna get a mouthful of sperm.  What he didn’t say is the thing one can see in porn – the guy strapped up is handling his business, gets to happy time, rips off the condom and lets it fly, gives the other person a facial, deposits their load onto a waiting tongue, stuff like that…. which, of course, defeats the whole safe sex purpose of wearing the condom in the first place, doesn’t it?

The thing that got me was the number of guys who responded by saying that even though they’ve never sucked a dick, it’s better to have the dick in your mouth when the other guy cums… and I asked my coffee cup, “If they’ve never done it, how would they know?”

Seems like a dumb question, doesn’t it?  The obvious answer is that if you watch porn, well, you can see it… sometimes… but what these guys don’t get is that not only is sucking a cock (and some of those huge monsters seen in porn) not as easy as it looks, neither is taking a load of sperm but, yeah, it sure does look hot and exciting on whatever screen one uses to view such things, doesn’t it?  One guy said that he hasn’t sucked cock yet but he wouldn’t mind getting a facial… and a couple of guys who have gotten a facial said that it’s all fun and games until you get spunk in your eyes or, worse, getting shot in the face and wind up with sperm in your nose because you breathed in at the most wrong time.

Now, using one’s imagination isn’t a bad thing and there’s a school of thought that says that if you can imagine a thing, you can do a thing… but I see so many guys on this site chomping at the bit and they have no idea what they’re getting themselves into or, accurately, what it is they want to get themselves into.  Indeed, some guys are stuck at the gate because they realize that they have no idea what it’ll be like, which plays into the whole thing of theory being all fine and dandy but practical application is a horse of another color.  They understand this and it makes them hesitant to storm out of the gate; one guy wrote that he was hesitant to give a guy a blow job… because he was afraid he was gonna like it.

Does that sound a bit nutty?  Perhaps… but it is a valid concern with some of these guys because if they suck a cock for that first time and find that it’s even more fun than they could have imagined, well, that’s a problem because it says something about them that they might not really want to admit to themselves.  One guy started a topic about deep throating big dicks and along the lines of is it hard to do and does it make your throat hurt.  Someone commented that to be able to do this takes a lot of practice and it can make your jaws hurt… but no one pointed out the potential danger in this or how one’s natural gag reflex can kick in and make eating all of a huge dick, ah, interesting and more so if one had the misfortune of having a full stomach before attempting the sword-swallowing trick.  Again, if you watch porn, you can see how easy some “models” do it… and how many “models” come really close to having their last meal pay them a visit.

A lot of guys chomp at the bit and the only thing keeping them from turning their fantasies into reality is finding guys with ginormous cocks because they’ve somehow managed to convince themselves that guys with average sized cocks are incapable of giving them the pleasure they seek and the biggest thing I see on a daily basis are all the guys who have the bit in their mouth but remain at the gate because they make this more difficult than it really is.  They have an aversion to casual sex and, strangely, it’s the single guys who take issue with hook-up sex and will pass up willing guys in favor of a more relationship-sex kind of thing.  I keep seeing guys asking why it’s so hard to find another guy to have sex with and all they have to do is look at the conditions they’ve put in place and answer their own question and I’ve even asked them why it is that they go out of their way to make something they want to do almost impossible to do.

Visiting this site is rather educational.  I get to keep learning the things that keep guys chomping at the bit while locking themselves into the gate.  People tend to focus on what two guys do with each other and assume that if “Pete” wanted to have sex with a man, well, he’s just gonna rush out there and do it and with reckless abandon… when the truth is quite different.  I don’t doubt that the “virgins” on this site very much want to suck cock and find out whether men suck dick better than women do; I’m sure they really do want to find out whether taking a hard cock in the ass is going to feel as good – or hurt as much – as they’ve been told or have imagined.  But as long as they keep creating reasons for staying at the gate, well, they’re just gonna be stuck, aren’t they?  The guys at the gate who cite safety as their main reason for remaining a virgin in these things do, in fact, make a very good point because who really wants to catch something?  But even as I’ve pointed out to them, um, that’s what they make condoms for, isn’t it?  If you use them religiously – and even when giving/receiving head – well, it’s been proven to eliminate the chance of getting infected by anything.

What makes me shake my head with great sadness are the number of men who not only know this but understand it… and they remain at the gate, chomping at the bit just the same…

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Posted by on 14 November 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts


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Damn, I Forgot…

I forgot to mention that the results of my bladder biopsy revealed that I don’t have bladder cancer and despite what my urologist said.  Ah, you can’t imagine how much it warmed my heart to hear him say, when I went back for my post-procedure follow-up, “You were right – you don’t have bladder cancer…” and more so when, right before the procedure took place, we were talking about it and he had to make a change in his orders to include a chemotherapy device to take care of the cancer he said he was 90% sure I had, which resulted in me looking at him incredulously saying, “Really?  Why don’t we wait and see what the pathology folks say about that and then decide the next steps?”  I found out later that he told my wife that he was 88% sure I had bladder cancer!  He said that I did have some polyps in there, which he removed.

I did find out, however, that I have BPH and he prescribed medication to take care of that.

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Posted by on 9 November 2017 in Life, Living and Loving



Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  Is There a Difference?

So, the other day, there was an interesting conversation on the big guys’ forum about whether or not a FWB thing could be established and with the thread’s author thinking it was impossible.  At some point in the discussion, a few of the participants said that having a FWB was different from having a fuck buddy and after reading what they were saying about this, well, I just had to chime in.

I’ve had a lot of people explain this to me (and because I’ve asked them) and the ‘general consensus’ is that the FWB relationship is one that’s all about the perks or being in a traditional relationship but accepting none of the responsibilities.  A fuck buddy is someone you “simply” have sex with whenever that happens and is not to be confused with the somewhat anonymous, spur of the moment hookup.

At least to me, both of these things – which are really the same thing to me – require a degree of friendship-like behavior which may or may not include other things the participants might have in common.  The guys who said they’re looking for a FWB they can hang out with and even when sex isn’t on the table and the guys who were saying the same thing about a fuck buddy made me ask them what the difference was other than semantics; it just seems to me that FWB is a more PC and polite term for a fuck buddy.

Some guys said that the different is friendship and that if the sex goes away with a fuck buddy, so does the association but if the sex goes away in an FWB situation, it’s possible they could still be friends… but they failed to mention or recognize that this same thing could be true between fuck buddies and that these two things have a common denominator, that being the avoidance of any emotional attachment deeper than lust and liking each other enough to have sex.

Some said the difference was all about whether the other guy was into you, which the FWB gang said was important but I asked who has sex with someone they don’t have any some degree of interest in… even if that interest is just lust?  I pointed out that it seemed to me that people who have issues with casual sex – aka the hookup – would prefer a more meaningful situation because sex without investment is, indeed, deems to be empty and meaningless.

And while a single source for sex is preferred and even safer, um, if you can get the milk without buying the whole damned cow, well, that works, doesn’t it?  So it’s still about having all of the perks while avoiding any of the responsibilities, in this case, emotional attachment.  But, um, if you keep having sex with someone enough, doesn’t a deeper connection happen because, along the way, you keep learning more about each other?  And this is, generally, at odds with most bi guys who insist that anything that looks like a relationship is to be avoided at all costs.

Kinda makes me ask why you’d want to get into a situation that could evoke the one thing you don’t want to happen?  And isn’t it true that most folks would not like discovering that the person they’ve been having sex with has no other interest in them other than fucking them?  Oh, yeah, isn’t it also said that friends don’t and should never fuck each other?

If there’s a difference, it’s just semantics and even yet another example of something else, i.e., that actions speak louder than words… but in this, aren’t they saying that their words are speaking louder than their actions?


Posted by on 28 September 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts


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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: “Absence of Evidence…”

“…isn’t evidence of absence.”  I first saw this rather odd saying in a book I’ve come to love reading and it took my brain a few moment to make sense of this phrase and it’s along the same lines of a couple of other phrases I’ve heard along the way, like, just because you’re not paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you and one of the more confusing – but delightful ones – “A difference which makes no difference is no difference.”

The scribbling came about as some thoughts about closeted bisexuals popped into my head and how our society seems to be desperately trying to identify all the bisexuals they can locate and, perhaps, so this “mysterious” aspect of human sexuality can be better quantified, studied, and explained.  The problem with this is rather simple:  First, find some bisexuals to study.  This brings on the first additional problem:  How can you tell if someone is bisexual?  Sure, you can ask bisexuals to step forward and volunteer the needed information anonymously and some bisexuals are willing to do that but, obviously, many more aren’t.

So the phrase I opened this up with could be interpreted as, “Just because you don’t see a bisexual doesn’t mean there aren’t bisexuals” for this context because many people are as bisexual as the day is long… and few people know this.  When conversing with the guys on the bi forum about how one can find a fellow bisexual to play with, I often tell them that this can be so difficult that you could be standing right next to another bi guy and not be aware of it in any way.  Not to be deliberately stereotypical, but there are some gay men who, upon seeing them, you just know are gay and simply because they go out of their way to make sure you know that they are.  They are “the type” everyone speaks of when, let’s say, “Dave” tells “Gene” that he’s bisexual and loves sucking dick and “Gene” replies, “You don’t look like the type!”

Even I have responded to this statement with, “What does the type look like?”  A rhetorical question, of course, because I know what the type looks like and therein lies the problem when trying to study bisexuality and trying to find someone you can do some stuff with because bisexuals look and behave just like everyone else and are presumed straight until proven otherwise.  Now, some folks have a problem with this aspect of bisexual behavior – they call it having straight privilege and the ranting and raving about this is laughable and, often, rather petty and pathetic and I’ll tell you why it is in the next paragraph.

It’s about what I call “default behavior.”  See, straight folks are… straight; we know how straight folks behave for the most part but you’ll see the moment when the flaw in this thinking gets exposed.  Everything they do is heterosexually oriented, right?  Likewise, we also know how gay folks behave and, again, you’ll see the flaw but, yeah, everything they do is homosexually oriented.  Bisexuals take this perception – and generally accepted behaviors – and throws them out the closest window because our default behavior is heterosexual when we’re not behaving as homosexuals.  For some reason I don’t pretend to understand yet, there are some folks who just seem to forget that bisexuals are two-sided individuals and they pay more attention to our homosexual behavior than they do the fact that, again, when we’re not doing something homosexual, we’re doing pretty much everything else in a heterosexual mode or it’s our default behavior.

They see it as a privilege of some kind and they take umbrage with our ability to blend in with the heteronormative world when, in fact, we never stopped doing things heteronormatively so we’re not really hiding behind some imagined privilege – we’re just doing what we’ve always been doing… except when we do that other thing we like to do and, oh, yeah, that’s all predicated on being able to have the motive, means, and opportunity (MMO) to do it; some of us do, many do not so since not all bisexuals “act” like bisexuals, it’s like John Cena says:  “You can’t see me!”  The funny thing about this is that even if we wanted everyone to see us, you still couldn’t look at us and tell that we’re bisexual; you can reasonably accept that, yes, we do behave as homosexuals if and when we can but we’re also just as straight as everyone who is straight is.

The flaw I mentioned is that because of our default behavior, it can be reasonably assumed that not every straight person who says they’re straight is as straight as they’re allowing; it gets a bit funnier because not every gay person you may encounter is as gay as they say they are, either… but the issue becomes one of if you don’t know this or they don’t demonstrate any of the expected behaviors, um, how would you or anyone else know?  The crazy thing is that, I dunno, bisexuals are expected to behave in a certain way and it discounts the fact that whatever we’re doing in our day-to-day lives is the way we behave.  Not all bisexuals are gonna sign up for the next PRIDE event, not gonna participate in a rally to support the LGBTQ initiative and, thanks to the angst that’s currently in place about being bisexual, the fewer people who know this about them, the better because we, on the whole, just don’t behave nicely to discover that the guy or gal you know and thought to be wholly straight really isn’t.  We have this “mindset” in place that you’re either straight or gay – hence that bullshit about picking a side and staying on it – and the truth can be found in the form of the phrase I opened this up with and simplified:

Just because you don’t see us doesn’t mean we’re not here… and have always been here.  And, yes:  Many bisexuals are quite happy to not plaster a “sign” on themselves that screams, “I”m bisexual!” – but because they have reason not to advertise this fact about themselves doesn’t mean they’re any less bisexual than the ones who are out and don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks about their bisexuality.  I mean, even with bisexuals who are out, um, how would you know unless you asked them because bisexuals who are out don’t really behave any differently than those bisexuals who prefer to remain in the closet.

What does the type look like… and how is the type supposed to behave?  Methinks that because we – bisexuals – have a gay side, it’s being assumed that this is the part of our behavior that we should always put on display and if you think that’s insane, well, you know like I do.  So, on the one hand, one can reasonably understand that if there are folks out there who aren’t obviously being bisexual, then how can there be such a creature as a bisexual?  People have this thing going on that if you don’t see it, it doesn’t exist but I tend to liken this to the question of whether or not a tree that falls in a forest makes a noise if no one is there to hear it; the answer is that it does make a noise whether you’re there to hear it or not and if you don’t believe this to be true, ya might want to brush up on some science shit you should have learned back in junior high school about gravity, falling objects, mass times acceleration, you know, physics-type stuff.  If I drop a penny off of the Empire State Building, do I really need to see it to know that it fell?  And will it make a noise when it eventually hits something?

Now… most people really don’t give a fuck about whether there are bisexuals or not; if you are, more power to ya and even more power at your command if you don’t include me in any of this shit.  There are, in fact, gay folks who don’t have an issue with bisexuals because if nothing else, we have an idea of what it’s like to be homosexual if only in deed more than thought.  But, sadly, there are those factions who, despite logical discourse, want to insist that bisexuals don’t exist, shouldn’t exist and if we really do exist (and, um, duh, we really do), then why don’t we all come out of the closet and show everyone this?  What they don’t seem to get is that even the most closeted bisexual is still very much visible; like I said, you could be standing next to me and even talking to me about something and unless I mentioned it – or you were able to intuitively sense it (like gaydar), you wouldn’t have a clue that not only do I love engaging with women, I also love engaging with men.  So we’re not really all that invisible and not having a desire to take out a lot of billboards and announce to one and all that we’re bisexual still doesn’t mean we don’t exist because, after all, absence of evidence isn’t evidence of absence.  Or, ah, just because I don’t tell you I’m bisexual doesn’t mean I’m not bisexual, ya know?

No:  This doesn’t mean that if you have something against bisexuality you need to get with the program or some shit like that; still, if you believe that bisexuals don’t really exist or even shouldn’t, hmm, maybe you’d want to take a close look at that which you believe and, yes, there’s a difference between having an opinion and believing that something is true when there’s evidence that says it isn’t true… but that’s the big problem with bisexuality, isn’t it?  Supposedly, there’s no evidence, right?  You see the issue here, don’t you?  Ah, but it’s like what I tend to say at times:  There is no freaking way in hell that of all the billions of people in the world right now, I’m the only bisexual who exists in this world.  We just assume and/or take for granted that if there’s one of something, there is more of something… except when it comes to bisexuality… and if that sounds insane, well, now you know just like I do.

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Posted by on 25 September 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts


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I turned 62 yesterday and it was also Bisexual Day and for probably the first time in a very long time, I didn’t have anything reflective to write about before yesterday but I know it’s because I’ve had other things on my mind that were just a bit more important than reviewing and analyzing my life to date (I’ll get to that in a moment).  Still, I had a great day and it started early with a visit to see Mom, who had a birthday care and, as she says, “A few ducats…” in it and her official pronouncement that, now at 62, I’m getting old.

Next was a trip to a nail salon to get a manicure, courtesy of my baby, Linda.  We couldn’t get in where she wanted us to go and it took a little work to find a place where we wouldn’t have to wait very long… and didn’t smell like acetone and funky feet.  Finally, we went to pick up dinner but before that, I spent quite a bit of time responding to all the birthday wishes I received from my family and friends on Facebook.  Dinner was a rather impressive spread that included sushi, fried noodles with shrimp and even sharing a really good-tasting Japanese style fried rice and it was all I could do to stay awake after such a feast but I managed it but it was close, let me tell ya.

Okay, what was on my mind that preempted my “usual” pre-birthday review?  Well, during a routine visit to the doctor, my lab work revealed microscopic traces of blood in my urine which require a trip to see a urologist; he decided that he needed to take a look inside my bladder and, um, trust me, you really don’t want to know what that was like but I decided later and giving into a very un-Christian-like thought that my worst enemy should be subjected to such an examination while being awake.  The urologist said he saw something in my bladder, which he said was probably bladder cancer – and as I told my mom, if you had seen the look on my face and Linda’s, you would have thought this dude was as crazy as we were thinking to make such a pronouncement without following procedure to determine exactly and precisely what it was he saw… and that meant a biopsy.

The good part is that I was out like a proverbial light having this done and I’ll spare you all the gory details but let it suffice to say that while I’ve never had a kidney stone, um, I know what it’s like to having some things coming out that, um, shouldn’t be coming out of there… and was still coming out of there to the point where I was more than a bit concerned about it.  No, it’s not life-threatening but it is pretty damned annoying and, yes, I would highly recommend this to my worst enemy as well.  So, yeah, with this on my mind – and understandably so – I just wasn’t of a mind to do my usual pre-birthday soliloquy and this brief piece of scribbling will have to suffice until next year, I guess.


Posted by on 24 September 2017 in Life, Living and Loving




I actually didn’t think I’d have anything else to write about this game… until the new “better together” version of Minecraft was released yesterday… and it was a disaster.  The gaming industry has been talking about this upgrade to the game because since Minecraft has been around, there are millions of people playing the game across the different platforms – iOS, Android, PC, and the consoles – but unless you were on the same platform with someone you wanted to play with, I couldn’t play with someone who might be playing on their Android tablet due to a mismatch in the protocols that were specifically written for a given device.  Well, they finally solved the riddle and figured out a way for everyone to play Minecraft with everyone else and regardless to their device of choice; as I recall, the only exception is the Java version of the game and that’s because most modern devices other than PCs won’t run Java (or aren’t allowed to).

The beta version came out on Xbox One and to mixed reviews from those who gave it a try and one of the things I know many tried – and because I did it – is taking a world from the Xbox One version and converting it over to the beta version and it worked perfectly for me and many others.  Admittedly, the world I converted wasn’t a big one in terms of file size but there were others who had already built worlds that were not only grandly elaborate but in terms of file size, they were massive.  Still, the beta performed the conversion to my satisfaction even if I wasn’t fond of how they changed things like the game’s menus from what I’d painstakingly gotten used to playing the Xbox One version and I wasn’t the only one as evidenced by the riffing folks were doing on Facebook’s Minecraft Xbox One group page.

So now it was just a matter of the beta running its course and many people were waiting for it to go live.  I don’t know about the other console versions but Microsoft assured everyone that once the new game went live, we could still play the original version – it just wasn’t going to be updated going forward.  Additionally, anyone who had either the game disc or had purchased the digital copy and had played the game for five hours or more would receive the new game free of charge; it was also announced that any add-on packs purchased would be applied to the new game and work as expected but with the understandable caveat that some packs would take a bit of time to be included.

I fired up my Xbox to see if the new version was available there and only because I saw where my iOS version, Minecraft Personal Edition (or PE) had updated and I took a deep breath and proceeded to update my Xbox game and in a note to my son-in-law, I told him that I was afraid to open it but did so anyway.  Now things get interesting.  First, before I could do a thing with the new game, it locked up and eventually crashed my console and had to be reset.  Once that was done, I reopened the game and just like everyone else was probably doing, when to convert my current world into the new game; when it got done, I opened it… and discovered that literally half of my world was missing!  I found myself hovering in mid-air – and that’s because it was what I was doing when I closed that version of the world when I last played it – and then I turned around toward my “headquarters,” only to find that except for a few things, it was gone – all I could see was water where there was never any water.  Even better, I moved to where my headquarters used to be and discovered that the mountain that sits behind my place was literally bisected and to the point where one of my mines was exposed!  That’s about the time I started laughing because I knew if I was seeing something like this, there would be others who’d see it as well and as evidenced by hearing my son-in-law suddenly curse when he did the same thing I did and found parts of his converted world missing.

Several attempts to re-convert my world resulted in more of it being done but one of the things I noticed was that the world I was trying to convert was 257.5 MB in size… but only 170 MB had been converted.  I thought that perhaps the missing megabyte were tied up in the add-on pack attached to the original game so I went to apply it.  The size of the add-on is 8.4 MB… but the process kept getting to 8,1 MB downloaded and just stopped… then the game crashed and took my console along for the ride.  I told my fellow Facebook group members what I’d experienced and even provided pictures of the “carnage” and, yup, a lot of people were having similar problems.  But wait… this gets better!

If you had created a world in the beta, it would open up without a problem… but if you had an add-on applied, well, you could go to it in the menu and download it… except it wouldn’t download.  On the Facebook group, many people were reporting that they could open their worlds from the beta… but there were some things that weren’t working anymore that were working before this thing went live.  But wait… it gets even better from here!  Remember when I said that we were told that if we already had the game either in disc form or digital download we’d get the new game free?  Well, some people who had the game already discovered that when it was time to download and launch the new game, um, it was gonna cost them $349.00… and I had to laugh as I wondered how many people actually re-purchased the game at this price and while hoping that no one did.

I went to to check system status one to see what they knew and, two, because this thing had crashed my console three times already and, indeed, Microsoft was aware that something was very wrong – and that’s about all they said; something’s wrong and we’re working on it so check back to see if/when we get it fixed.  I had another good laugh thinking about how Mojang – the creators of Minecraft – and Microsoft were getting bombed and slammed by millions of players and pretty much all at the same time.  I know some shit about moving stuff from a test/beta environment to going live so I know that you can test things until you get them working the way you need them to work but once in production mode, um, things don’t always go smoothly.  Talking to my son-in-law, he managed to get in touch with someone on the Mojang team who told him that they were having problems because they didn’t expect four million people to start playing the game pretty much all at once and because that’s what happened, everything was crashing and burning around them.  Now, you know, being experienced in such things, I said, “Really?  They should have expected it and should have planned on this happening!”  Whether those involved really did take this into consideration or not doesn’t change the fact that the much ballyhooed and anticipated new edition of Minecraft just blew up and now tech teams were – and are still – scrambling to fix it.

I’ve yet to check Xbox system status or fire up my console to see if things got fixed but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s still broken.  And, yes, I am very glad and happy that I can still play the original Xbox version that has my world very much intact and functioning properly.

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Posted by on 21 September 2017 in Life, Living and Loving


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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: What’s Really Going On Here?

Not too long after Cityman kicked off a great discussion between us about straight guys who are interested in cock, he turns right around and sends me a link to a two-year old Reddit post where a guy asks – and I’m paraphrasing a little here – what is it with men in their forties and turning to having sex with men?  Some of the comments that weren’t of the “I don’t know” variety pointed to things generational and guys growing up in the 1980s and 1990s being taught that they could be and/or do anything if they put their minds to it, work hard, etc., and sexual attitudes were once again starting to loosen up after an explosive beginning back when the sexual revolution took everyone by storm and with the motto, “If it feels good, do it!”

The posting sparked another great conversation about whether or not this is really a generational or evolutionary kind of thing and, admittedly, I have the advantage of being into this before the 1980s arrived and had seen (and often first hand) where middle-aged guys “suddenly” developed an interest in having sex with other men or, in a lot of cases, they’re thinking about making a return to something they were doing before adulthood landed on them so now something they may have dismissed as youthful experimentation now takes on a very different meaning along with an inexplicable sense of urgency.  For the men who somehow managed not to get caught up in any experimentation, they’re often shocked to have gotten to their late thirties/early forties and after x-amount of time chasing (and catching) women and getting married, now they’re wondering what the hell is going on with them and this urge to find out what it’s like to play with a dick in some way.

Today, I get to interact with some of these guys on the bi forum and this “mid-life crisis” is usually a hot topic of discussion and it all sounds familiar to me because these guys are finding out what guys in past generations also discovered; of course, this is something new to them – well, those guys who never fooled around in their younger days – but there are a lot of guys who did fool around, stepped away from it to take up their manly duties but are now a bit baffled as to why a childhood dalliance has returned to haunt their thoughts and having their underwear stretched out of shape due to the constant erections they have… and wondering why this has returned with a vengeance.

I’m no expert by any means but even I noticed this way back in the day and wondered about it – I still wonder about it and because I’ve yet to find a definitive answer although I am aware of things that can happen in a man’s life that can trigger an entry into the world of man-sex or, again, a reentry and many of them are what I’d call social pressures from being unsuccessful with women, being stressed, depressed, frustrated and even wondering whether or not chasing women and screwing them is all there is to sex or, as I like to quote a guy who I talked to about this years ago, “Shit, I’ve done everything you can do with a woman so this is the next thing to try!”  And, yes, one can justifiably blame it on the alcohol and other intoxicants that are known to remove inhibitions.

Part of our discussion yesterday had to do with the conversation we had the other day, the premise that all men have homosexual tendencies.  Now, some folks like to leave that statement right there and cause a great many men to rise up (and not in an exciting way) and protest such a blanketed statement and to profess that they don’t have a homosexual bone in their bodies.  What’s more of an accurate statement is that the potential is there; it’s encoded into us over human evolution and I like to think in the way that famous science experiment done with flatworms work (but not as gruesome):  You take a flatworm and teach it to do something and once it has it down pat, you cut it up and feed it to other flatworms… who can now do the trick the original flatworm learned.  We know that somewhere in our evolutionary history, two guys “discovered” having sex with each other and despite what polite society wants to believe, the practice has been ongoing ever since and because it happen so long ago that there aren’t that many written records that have survived, one can reasonably say that dudes doing dudes is a learned behavior and similar to the flatworm experiment so that over the many generations of men, um, we’ve all “learned the trick” even if we never actually do it but even those who study sexual history say that the potential is there and that seems (at the least) plausible because, er, um, homosexuals still exist and bisexuals have existed right along side them.

Whether a guy actually does something along these lines or not is another topic of discussion but I’d point to the fact that boys will be boys and it is well-known that some boys do experiment in this area and while one can point to the onset of puberty and raging hormones as a reason, it seems to me that this huge surge of hormonal activity is, in and of itself, a trigger… but thanks to social conditioning, some guys react immediately and experiment while others avoid going down this path – or it just flat-out passes them over and maybe, just maybe, catches up with them later on… or even not at all.  Still, one of the points I made to Cityman is that this has always happened to middle-aged guys and, again, it can be reasonably assumed that it was happening before I was born so this really isn’t some new behavioral trait being displayed and I concede the fact that social attitudes about sex and specially homosexual sex have been changing over all this time and despite the angst that’s always been in place about such things.

Because there are guys out there right now, with or without prior experience, who wants to find out what it’s like to have some kind of sex with another man.  Thanks to the bi guy forum, I get to read about what’s on the minds of men who fit into this category and while none of this surprises me, what does surprise me isn’t that they want to do something – it’s what they want to experience or experience again that often has me saying to myself, “Wow.”  Yep, the proliferation of porn, thanks to the Internet, has been known to play a role in this and, at least in my opinion, is yet another trigger; in the pre-Internet days, it was other forms of porn like magazines or those infamous “dirty books” many dads would keep hidden from young, impressionable male minds and unsuccessfully so.  I’ve talked to a lot of guys who’ve said that they’ve been watching straight porn with unabashed glee and then find themselves wondering what it would be like to experience what the woman on the screen is experiencing when she sucks dick and gets screwed in her other available holes.  Some guys stumble upon gay porn and for some it’s like coming upon the scene of a bad accident:  You don’t want to look but you can’t keep yourself from looking and some guys look and they get triggered… and now it becomes a matter of what, if anything, happens after that moment and if they’ve decided to act, well, where’s the best place to start?

Some guys who have decided to act just dive right in and do it all the first chance they get but for other guys, it’s like a progression – they start small and graduate from there based on what they’re learning.  A lot of guys start with mutual masturbation – and that’s after they get over any modesty issues they might have being naked in front of another man.  Some guys start here and stay here but it always seemed to me – and having gone through this progression with guys – that it starts with jerking each other off and somewhere along the line the thought of taking the dick in their mouth just seems to be the next logical thing to do; guys have said that they’ve been pulling the other guy’s pud and they suddenly want to find out what his cock will taste and feel like in his mouth and, yeah, even though they know what might happen if they do; some guys have a problem with this, some don’t but that’s a different discussion.  A lot of guys get to the blow job “phase” of the progression and stop there but, yeah, some guys take the next and “final” step and move onto anal sex and either being the one doing the poking or being the one getting poked.

Again, that this happens once a guy gets triggered no longer surprises me but what does is when I see a middle age guy write that even though he’s yet to have sex with another guy, he knows, without any doubt or uncertainty, that his craving for cock will only be satisfied when he can find another guy who will fill his mouth and ass with hard dick and, oh, yeah, some of these guys say that they don’t watch gay porn because, um, you know, that would be horribly embarrassing and all that.  What amazes me is how some guys can know this and more so if they’ve never done this before and, porn aside, wow, just trying to think about this kinda makes my brain lock up and the best I can do with this is to think that once they’ve been triggered, they’ve had time to think about what they want to experience and as some have said, what turns them on the most is to be a bottom and to be taken by a man and in the way a guy would do a woman.  Some guys want to start small and ask how they can find a jerk-off buddy while some guys skip this step and what they want to do is to suck cock – and I’m talking about the guys with no prior experience.  One of the forum’s recurring topics comes from those middle-aged guys who now have an irresistible urge to blow another guy and taste his spunk… and many don’t care if the favor gets returned or not and some of those middle-aged guys are not fans of being sucked.

Are you scratching your head?  Yeah, so am I and that’s despite my having seen guys go through this and it all still makes me wonder if is “just” ongoing evolutionary process, a lessening of social angst, or even a bit of both.  I even suggested to Cityman (and not for the first time) that all he had to do was to look at his own initiation into this kind of sex to get an idea of how a guy can get triggered “late in life,” as well as examples of what could have triggered him and, then, how easily albeit nervously, he had his first encounter with a guy.  I like to yank his chain a little and ask him if he noticed that when he sucked the other guy’s cock, how natural the idea was and, for added chain-yanking, how he seemed to know exactly how to do something that he never did before that moment and, oh, yeah, he did it without even thinking about it.  I mean, I see lots of guys on the forum (and have talked to many more in the past) and I noticed that while a scant few of them want to know how to suck cock, ah, many of them want to know what it will be like for them more than wondering how to actually go about doing it… and there’s a reason for that and, methinks, beyond which can be reasonably assumed and unless proven otherwise, there must be some evolutionary thing at work here and perhaps alongside of the obvious; they’ve had women suck them so they’ve seen it done so how to do it isn’t really the question… but it doesn’t explain the many guys who have never had a blow job, does it?  Well, porn would be an acceptable answer if a guy watched it… and not all guys do (despite popular belief) so maybe it’s just a matter of they know that it can be done and they just take it from there.

What’s really going on here?  At best I have an idea based on what I’ve observed and experienced and I know and accept that I could be wrong.  I’ve seen articles that try to explain this and some tend to point at things that, frankly, doesn’t jive with my experiences and observations and often just flat-out doesn’t make a lot of sense to me which, really, only speaks to the fact that scientifically, we really don’t know why this happens with some men later in life (post-puberty).  I think it’s a good thing that we’re trying to get a handle on this, which speaks to the lessening of the social angst and more so when there are a lot of men (in particular) who are experiencing this and they need answers, not about what to do but why this is happening to them now… or they need to revisit things they gave up on so long ago.

Does life’s many pressure points push people to being bisexual… or is there something primal that resides in all of us that just lies dormant until activated in some way?  Some guys get triggered… and do nothing except maybe wonder where this came from so despite what the biphobia crowd likes to think, this isn’t always a matter of thinking and doing being the same thing… but, yeah, some guys do think and eventually do.  Oh, and if you’re wondering if women go through this kind of thing, it’s a good question and one that I don’t have an answer to other than some women have told me that they’ve wondered about it but remain mum about whether they actually checked it out or not but, ah, just because they don’t (or won’t) talk about it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen with them as well.

Why bother talking about stuff like this?  It’s because people tend to pay more attention to what a bisexual may or may not be doing and not so much why they’re doing… or just thinking about doing.  Perhaps it’s just my opinion but paying attention to what bisexuals do doesn’t really tell the whole story and that’s even if anyone cares to know the why of this.  But for bisexuals, both active and those who are itching to be active, this can be helpful information for them when they’re sitting around and wondering why they have such a strong urge to play with a dick in some way when, to their knowledge, they’ve had no inclination before.

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