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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: A Couple of Pet Peeves…

A couple of misconceptions that’ll get my eyes rolling:  One, if you’re a bi guy, you just love and have to have a big dick to play with and the other is that just because a bi guy can be romantic with a woman, that somehow means that he’s also romantic with men.  First, the big dick thing…

I know and have learned the hard way that if nothing else, big dicks – and those really big dicks – are nice to look at (sometimes) but doesn’t always mean that sexual pleasure is a given; that depends on the guy attached to the dick and, well, let’s just say that just because homey has  a dick hanging down to his knees doesn’t mean he knows how to use it – or how you want it used on you.  But just cause some guy announces to me that he has a ten-inch dick doesn’t mean I’m going to fall all over myself trying to get at it – and he can actually think that I’m going to, believe it or not.

I’ve had these big-dicked motherfuckers ask me why I’ve said no to them and I’ve said, “I’m not impressed by the size of your dick – and because you think I should be and just jump into bed with you, I’m even less impressed with you.”  You gotta know that by telling them the truth, I didn’t exactly make a new friend.  So you have a big dick… and that means what to me… and more so since I’ve had a dick or two that makes yours look little?  Big dicks, by themselves, don’t give me any issues I can’t deal with… but the dude attached to it, well, that’s another matter and I know that this isn’t always a good thing because I do know that dudes with big cocks don’t always know how to use them.

As I’ve said quite a few times, that men can be worst size queens than women still amazes me and that we live in a society where “bigger is better” is rammed down our throats at every turn, it no longer surprises me that this includes dicks and how many people have bought into the bigger is better mentality.  The question I ask – and have never gotten an answer to – is, “Should we be impressed by big dicks and when did this become such a preference?”  Now, I do know that the longer the dick, the closer it can get to a woman’s cervix in order to deliver his sperm but, beyond that, uh, why is this such a big deal?  The thing that got this rant going  – again – was another email from the gay VOD site with the “big dick” theme and one that lends itself to the notion that if the dick isn’t “you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” big, sex can’t be as enjoyable.

Men who are, ah, connoisseurs of anal sex have said that, okay, a big dick will stretch your hole out in a delightful way… but they’ve been fucked “better” by guys with average-sized dicks.  I’ve heard women who rant and rave about big dicks being better get ahold of one… and then wish they hadn’t because getting their cervix hammered doesn’t feel all that good; bumped into, yes – attempting to drive it into their chest cavity, eh, not so much when you get right down to it.

Jeez… okay, enough of that one, now to the next one…

I recently read a series of books (“The Black Dagger Brotherhood,” by J. R. Ward) that has some semi-steamy sex scenes and one situation in particular where two of the male vampires were involved and while the sex they had was, um, eye-opening, it was all about romance even though one of the vampires was bisexual.  Indeed, I’ve read quite a few books where a bisexual – male or female – was involved and it was always about romance more than the sex, something that can easily make someone think that if you’re bisexual, you have to be romantic with men and as you’d be with a woman (if you’re a guy)… and that’s not quite right.  I’m not saying that it’s impossible for a male bisexual to be romantically inclined toward men and women… it’s just not the default behavior, if you will; most of the bi guys I know are romantic with women and, um, not so much when it comes to men and even though this can be seen as a preference, I’ve often thought that one reason why a bi guy would turn his nose up at being romantic with a man (and as he would with a woman) is that he feels it would make him more gay than bisexual… and there’s no bisexual I know who’d ever want to be labeled as being gay – but no one likes being called something that they know they aren’t, right?

There are a lot of bisexuals who wind up questioning their sexuality because it is assumed that when it comes to things of the same-sex variety, things should be equal, i.e., if a man is romantic with a woman then he has to be just as romantic with a man; else, he’s not really bisexual… and this is just crazy.  We’ve been taught that sex and romance just go together and in a relationship mode… when the truth is that, yep, they do work nicely together… but isn’t really a necessary requirement.  That a bisexual woman, for instance, might say that she could have sex with another woman but she doesn’t know if she could have a relationship (enter romance) with another woman shouldn’t surprise anyone or make the bisexual woman question her sexuality… because your ability/desire/whatever to be romantic has nothing to do with your sexuality so if she can be deeply romantic with a man – but not with a woman – but she enjoys the sex she can have with another woman, um, what’s the problem here?

There isn’t one, not if you understand how romance happens only in certain ways; that same bisexual woman could have zero romantic interest in a man – but would fuck him without giving it a second thought.  Romance is, if nothing else, idealistic; it’s nice if you can be romantic because we are taught that sex should never happen without love/romance/relationship being in play… which doesn’t change the fact that, nope, the shit doesn’t always happen that way.

I know I’m ranting… but this shit just tends to get to me every now and then and I know – or I think I do – that it’s because we’re always “pushed” toward romance and relationships and that we shouldn’t just think about our sexual needs and desires alone… and when you’re bisexual, you will eventually learn that the two things aren’t mutually inclusive; if you’re a bi guy, you can be romantic with women and not even think about romance when it comes to men and the same is true for bi gals… and, sometimes, it would be nice if the people who think they know what it’s like to be bisexual would stop thinking like this and then portraying bisexuality as being equally romantic.

Okay, I need to find something else to do before I go off the deep end…

 
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Posted by on 27 July 2015 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Romancing a Man

The first thing I’m gonna say about this is that no matter what you’ve been told, you do not have to (a) romance a man or (b) be in a relationship with a guy to (c) validate your bisexuality and, finally, (d) if it’s not in your best interest to do it.  I know this bothers a lot of bisexuals because it’s not really a huge shift in thinking that if you have to romance a woman and have a relationship with her, then the same logic applied when it comes to men.  The next thing I’m gonna say about this is that bisexual men do get romantically involved with other men and can see their way into having a relationship with him… but it’s not the rule and it’s not really an exception – it’s just the way things can work out depending on one’s emotional and physical needs.

I think about my experiences with this and, on the whole, I can’t honestly say that the whole thing is all that bad… when you just look at romance and relationships but when you factor in the other person (and yourself), well, it can go as good or as bad as any other kind of relationship with the exception that men aren’t supposed to be romantic with each other or form a relationship outside of just being friends.

For guys who aren’t gay, the mere thought of having a relationship with another man is enough to make your balls retreat to safety; bisexual men aren’t always “afraid” of the sex two men can have… but if  there’s something that’ll get their guts churning is the thought of falling in love with a guy – and then thinking that because love is on the table, a relationship has to take place.

The logic of this is flawed; just because romance is in the wind doesn’t mean it has to proceed to that “logical conclusion” of having a relationship and while two guys can “give up women” and start playing house with each other, it’s because they want to… not because they have to.  Indeed, a lot of bi guys can feel that having a guy who’s in that FWB status is about as good as it can get; you get all the benefits of a relationship (read this as loads of sex) without all the hassles being in a relationship – and this kind in particular – can bring to the party.

Again, I look at my own experiences and can admit that I didn’t do as well in them as I could have done.  I can admit that for the first one, I just didn’t know enough to deal with it and, for the second, well, I’ll never know how that could have turned out because at the point where it was getting even more serious, it had to end.  The thing I eventually learned was a having a romantic relationship with a man isn’t really all that different from one with a woman in that there are going to be high and low points from beginning to end and now it’s a matter of how all of these things are dealt with…

But, as a bisexual man, you don’t have to get all into the romance and have a relationship if you can’t do it.  I wouldn’t say that it’s unusual for a guy to wonder what it would be like to be so romantically involved with another man but, yep, this is another one of those “thinking ain’t the same as doing” things I’m always yapping about.  And, yes, bisexual ladies, this applies to you as well, just in case you thought I forgot about y’all.  You could do these things… but you don’t have to if it’s not in your best interests to do so.  No, you shouldn’t assume that such a situation can never happen – those would be famous last words and you’d find yourself saying, “I thought it could never happen to me!” but because things have gotten romantic, that “logical conclusion” just does not have to happen if the conditions aren’t right for it and beginning with whether or not you can be romantic and/or even interested in playing house with them.

People fuck this up because they’re trying to do something that, at least for them, can’t be done; they just don’t have their minds in the right place to deal with the dynamics of a same-sex relationship and I’m not talking about the sexual parts – those are easy by comparison.  I’ve read here on WordPress that a lot of bisexuals say that they have little or no issues with the sex but they don’t think they could have a relationship so, duh, if you don’t think that you can, why would you try to do something that only serves to set yourself up to fail?  Doesn’t make a lot of sense to me and, no, just because you can have an opposite sex relationship doesn’t mean that the same sex one is going to be “easy” – because no relationship is easy to undertake and, for the moment, I’m not going to get all into the nuts and bolts about this.

Does it feel weird to find that you have deeper feelings for a guy than just having lust for him?  Yeah, it does and it can be disturbing and more so if you always believe that men can only love women – love, all by itself, doesn’t give a fuck about such things.  I know that it messed with my head initially but I was able to make sense of it because what I thought love is supposed to be ain’t always the same thing as what love can be.  So I went from being momentarily disturbed to tickled that, hey, I’m in love with a guy – who knew?  And just as it is being in love with a woman, it had its good and bad points – but that’s just the way love goes.  I learned that I could, in some unseen future, fall in love with a guy again and I wouldn’t question that… but I would very seriously question whether or not I wanted (or needed) to be in a loving relationship with him.  It’s okay for me to feel what I’m feeling but it might not be okay for me to do anything about it other than, uh, having sex with him – it just might not be practical.

This is yet another of those situations where you can’t let your emotions run the show; any thoughts about romance and relationship should be handled by one’s intellect:  Can I do it?  Should I do it?  Would it be what’s best for either of us?  What would I have to do to make this happen if this is what I need to do?  And if you can’t answer the questions, leave it alone until you can.  You don’t need romance and/or a relationship to validate yourself as a bisexual – this is “simply” a matter of whether or not you can really do it, not all that different from the same thought processes involved when it’s a woman you’re romancing and trying to establish a relationship with.

Just some stray thoughts before I settle in to watch some boob tube…

 
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Posted by on 10 July 2015 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Ah, Springtime!

I stepped out into the warmth of this morning and my mind immediately thought, “Ah, springtime… when a young man’s thoughts turn to love and romance!”  As I sipped on my mug of Green Mountain hazelnut coffee, a few things popped into my head, one being that this saying – and one I recall learning in elementary school… or was that junior high? – was true as as I chased a lot of girls back in the day, just like all the other guys.  I sighed as thoughts of what happened when I caught them flashed through my mind and I thought, “Yeah…”

Then my mind asked, “Well, what about the other side of the coin?

It wasn’t as if I didn’t know what it was talking about but I did think about whether I had romance on my mind when it came to those opportunities to get busy with them… and thought, “Nah, not so much.”  Even the one “made to be gay” guy in our troupe wasn’t so much about romance as he was about getting all the dick he could get away with.  Thinking back, we either liked each other or we didn’t, even though that could happen in the space of a few minutes – but that’s not the point I thought ahead quite a few years to my relationship with R and examined it for romantic content and saw that it was there but not in the sense of being romantic with women… and it wasn’t springtime when our relationship began.

I backed up a couple of years or so from that to recall a springtime moment with a guy who was looking for his first experience.  I smiled wryly to myself, taking a big sip of coffee from my mug, as the memory of the event formed.  I had just gotten off from work driving a cab, a little pissed at having to work three hours past my 10 PM to 7 AM shift but not all that pissed that I made a shitload of tips, not to mention my 52% cut from all the fares I collected.  Still, it was one of those moments when I decided that, fuck, I need a drink… or two.  So there I was, at my favorite bar, savoring my third tumbler of Scotch, when a man’s voice said, “Excuse me – is anyone sitting here?”

Even as I said no, my brain said, “Oh, here we go…” as the guy sat down, ordered a drink, took two sips, and decided to talk to me.  You know how you can get that overpowering feeling that something is up?  I had it big time and I was debating with myself whether or not to ignore the guy or to actually pay attention to what he was saying – and my fourth Scotch helped to make that decision:  I was going to listen and just wait and see if he was going to proposition me or not.  I will say that the only reason why I kept listening was because of the way he turned the conversation to man on man sex; I have to admit that it was rather smooth although I could sense some hesitancy in him, a feeling I knew all too well:  Do you take the risk and ask the guy about sex and then hope he doesn’t spaz out on you… or do you just keep it to yourself?

It’s a scary moment but he handled it nicely.  We spent the next fifteen minutes talking about it; I had stopped drinking Scotch and switched to ginger ale, waiting for him to make his pitch.  He was a nice-looking guy, well-dressed and even well-mannered but I had long since learned that this means nothing and while I was thinking about all the nice-looking assholes I had met, I almost missed him asking if I had any objections to, as he put it, taking his cherry.  I wasn’t really surprised that he asked and just tickled that he was a first-timer… but I knew that I had about thirty seconds to answer him one way or the other.  I ran through a mental checklist, saw that there were no yellow or red flags on it and said, “Sure, if that’s what you really want.”

He said he did and we spent a couple of minutes fussing over which one of was going to pick up the tab for the food and drinks we had – I literally lost the coin toss – and agreed to follow him home.  He didn’t live that far away and as I followed him, I could feel my mind starting to ramp up and, yeah, the blood flow to my dick increased as I began to wonder what this was going to be like and so much that my brain gave up on actual words in my head and stuck with a flood of images.  Once we arrived and he bade me to make myself comfortable as he put on some coffee, I was still trying to decide how to best approach this situation and wondering what I was going to do if he left the first move up to me – and he did by saying, “I don’t know where or how to start…”

One part of my mind said, “Aw, man…” while another part said, “Okay, we’re not gonna kiss him but let’s see how he responds to having his neck kissed…”  I moved very slowly toward him, purposely moving my head away from his lips – only to have him turn his head and causing our lips to brush against each other; despite my aversion to kissing men, my brain said, “Hey, that was actually kinda nice!” so I lightly kissed him, using one hand to gently hold the back of his head, the other against his cheek.

He said, “Oh, shit – let’s go the bedroom!”  He jumped up and started shedding his clothes and I followed suit; we reached his bed and he pulled me down on top of him and started kissing me with a purpose, our erections trapped between our bodies and our hands roaming all over the place – and I was still a little baffled about how good it was to kiss this man when things shifted… and I don’t know how to explain this.  We went from kissing to me having a sense that I wanted to take him and because I could sense that he wanted me to.  I started to work on his neck and ears, taking care not to leave any embarrassing marks; he was already thrust up against me and I could feel the tremble in his fingers as he fondled my butt cheeks.  One part of me, the beast who just loves deflowering a  guy, was already howling with lusty glee, egging me on to just skip over this mushy shit and ravage the hell out of him – but the cooler part prevailed because I really wanted his first time with a man to mean something, to be special and, yeah, that’s the romantic in me.

As I sucked on his nipples, on part of me wanted to laugh because he quickly went from speaking coherently to babbling as if he had a stroke – why I sometimes found this funny just escapes me but, no, I didn’t let the laughter reach the surface as I slowly and purposely made my way to his cock.  he gasped and trembled as I engulfed his knob and got my first taste of his pre-cum, which had a bit of a sweet taste to it and probably because of the rum he had been drinking earlier.  I took half of him… then all of him… and if I could have smiled with a face full of hard dick, I would have when he called out to Jesus to help him… and I thought, “Jesus is not going to help you…”

I sucked his cock, sucked his balls, and even very lightly fingered his back door, not only to increase his pleasure but to also test the waters; the way he moaned and wiggled his ass against my finger said that the waters were good – so I gently pushed my finger into him up the first knuckle and just left it here, inwardly smiling as he tried to screw his butt further onto my finger – and I just let him, sucking on his cock like the starving man I was and losing myself in the lusty feelings.  He scooched down a little and my finger went in up to the second knuckle; I could feel his sphincter clenching and quivering against my finger – and he exploded into my mouth, making me wonder when he last came because there was a whole lot of spunk to deal with – and I dealt with every drop, too.

When he had no more to give, I eased my finger out of him and let his dick fall from my lips; I got up on my knees and just watched him as I tried to get my breathing back to normal and he tried to figure out what planet he was on and, yes, it was kinda funny to watch him trying to find his voice and to see his eyes rolling around like a gyroscope trying to find its balancing point.  He was recovering – he was now looking at me with a look that said (a) he was in awe of me and (b) he was wondering what planet did I come from; if you’ve never seen that look in anyone, wow, it is so precious!

His first real word post-ejaculation was, “Jesus…”

My response was, “He can’t help you now…” and I could tell that I had my “predator face” on as I thought about either taking his ass or giving him a few seconds before going back down on him – but he had other ideas, beginning with suddenly sitting up and pushing me over onto my back; I had to scramble a bit to get my legs unfolded before my knees started to bitch at me.  He practically threw himself onto me and locked his lips onto mine, surprising the shit out of me because if I could still taste is sperm, he had to taste it as his tongue worked inside of my mouth – and I guess he did because he  moaned, “Mmm…,” before breaking the kiss and doing to me what I had done to him, licking and kissing my neck and ears, sucking the shit out of my nipples, giving my navel a tongue bath and then, a moment of truth for him as he slid further down and came face to dick with my erection – what was he going to do?

I could see his hand shaking a little as he reached out and wrapped his hand around me; since I was intently watching him, I could see him thinking about whether he could take me into his mouth or not as he slowly pumped my dick and watched my pre-cum oozing out.  Just before he went down on me, I saw him make the decision to do so, like something in his head said, “Oh, fuck it – just do it!”  He clamped his mouth around my knob… and gagged so hard I thought he was going to yak all over me.  I sympathized with him on this one because if you watch any kind of porn, it looks so easy to take a man’s cock into your mouth and start sucking on it… and it really isn’t that easy the first time you do it and it takes an effort of will not to react as he did.  I didn’t hold that against him – I just wanted to see what he was going to do.

I’d had guys chicken out at this point, just unable to do it – you just learn to expect this.  I didn’t say anything to him as I watched him working this out in his head for some long seconds before his mind said, “Go ahead and do it – you know you want to…” and he dove face-first into my crotch, more than half of my dick vanishing into his mouth and I could feel his gag reflex doing its job and I just said, “Go easy; don’t try to take too much too soon, okay?”

He just nodded and gave me a cock sucking experience that is kinda incomparable; there’s just something about a guy sucking dick for the first time that makes it so damned good!  His obvious lack of experience got blown away by his enthusiasm and my brain was saying that if he kept going at the rate he was, he was really going to get a taste of sperm – and I remembered my manners enough to let him know what was gonna happen.  He responded by pushing his finger into my unresisting ass and I lost it before his finger stopped moving.  He drank down my sperm and I had just enough awareness left to know that his body was fighting him on this one – that whole acquired taste thing, you know – but he worked his finger in and out of my ass until I had nothing left.

He stopped sucking on me, took his finger out of my, and then started to cry, mumbling that he didn’t know, never realized, calling on God and Jesus again and as I got more of my senses together, I was able to wonder if he was overwhelmed with joy or about to spaz the fuck out.  He didn’t spaz – thank goodness; he just put his head in my lap and idly messed with my balls and occasionally licked very limp noodle.  He was muttering something I couldn’t hear and when I asked him if he was okay, he just nodded.  And we just lay like this and I didn’t feel right interrupting whatever was going on in his mind and spoiling the mood, which I thought was rather nice.  I’m not sure how long we laid there with his head in my lap and me stroking his hair but he started kissing my dick and I could feel it on the rise again; when I was semi-erect, he took me into his mouth again, sucking me into full hardness and, honestly, I was gasping like a fish out of water as I held his head and gently fucked his face.

He suddenly stopped and lifted his head up and asked, “Will you please fuck me?”

I hadn’t had the experience that got me to swear off of fucking yet so I said, “If you want me to…”

He said that he did and got off the bed long enough to go into his bathroom and return with a tube of lubricant, smiling sheepishly at me as he said, “I use this when I jerk off…”  He handed me to lube and, curiously, laid down on his stomach and spread his legs a little – as I write this, it makes me wonder if this is somehow an instinctual behavior for some guys or if it was just what he had in his mind for this.  I lubed myself up and then went about the task of lubing him up, carefully inserting a whole finger into him and slowly fucking him with it before adding another finger to open him up more and prepare his sphincter to receive something much bigger.  He squirmed and moaned, fucking up against my twinned digits and something in my head said, “He’s ready…”

I mounted him and guided my cock to his ass, pushing up against his hole and asked, “Are you ready?”

He said something that sounded like “yes” and I slowly pushed my knob into him; I felt him tense and I stopped to let him get used to things – and he just humped up against me; as he got to his knees, my dick just disappeared into his butt all at once – I don’t know which one of us was surprised the most at this move and, honestly, I was waiting for a well-known reaction to happen.  In this moment, I’ve seen guys involuntarily throw up – shit, I’ve done it a few times and I was used to being fucked in the ass; you just all of a sudden get this very sick feeling in your stomach that’s just difficult to put into words.  I could tell he was fighting the urge to hurl even as he began to fuck back against me – and it was on.  God, he was so tight that I knew even with my second wind in effect, I wasn’t going to last long – but sometimes, that’s exactly the point; you either want the guy to give you a good, long fucking, or you just want him to get it in and then paint his insides with sperm and the sooner, the better – but not in that “hurry up and finish this” way.

I held onto his hips and watched my dick moving in and out of him – yes, men are still very visual even when with another man – and that was just too much input for me; I felt my dick swell inside of him; I cursed rather loudly and he once again called on Jesus to save him – then I creamed him, mindlessly thrusting into him and barely noticing the slapping sounds made as my body made contact with his until I had gotten soft enough for him to literally shit me out of his ass – and, no, there was no actual feces, okay?

I’m gasping for air and he’s giggling as I lay down beside him.  We actually held hands for the moments it took for us to get our eyes back into their respective sockets; he looked at me and I just knew he was going to ask me if he could fuck me – and I very much wanted him to… but then the look on his face changed, going from that blissful look to a worried one.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, a look of concern on my face now.

“It not what I thought it would be,” he said frowning a little more.  “Oh, it was damned good – thank you for that – but I thought it would be more… romantic or something…”

He was clearly disappointed but not disappointed; he didn’t want to fuck me – after all that had taken place, he said he didn’t think he could do that – and I’ll admit to being a little disappointed about it but we did shower together and I did get to suck him off while we were trying to get clean – he might not have wanted to cum in my ass but he deserved to cum one more time – that’s just the way I felt because fair is fair, right?  We exchanged phone numbers before I left to finally head home, even though I somehow knew that we would never reach out to each other – but you learn to expect that.  On my way home, I thought about what he said about the lack of romance in what we’d done and, honestly, this was a new kind of thought for me because up until he uttered that word, I never equated romance with having sex with a guy.   Today – and for the purpose of this writing – I wonder why this was so different in my mind where men were concerned; with women, yeah, you had that sense of romance – kinda hard to put this into words other than to say that with women, there was a little more than lust involved… and probably because I was raised with the notion that romance and sex go well together but also learned that you didn’t necessarily need romance to have good sex with someone.

I was thinking, as I wrote this, about whether or not romance even plays into guys having sex with other guys because with the exception of R, I can’t recall ever having a romantic moment with another man; when it comes to this, we’re pretty much no-nonsense about it and, yes, I’ve been with gay men who have displayed this “let’s just cut to the chase and do each other in” approach.  I’m not saying that there aren’t men who’d like to be wined and dined before the sex jumps off – I’m just not sure if I’m one of them.  Sure, we can go for coffee, maybe have lunch but that doesn’t seem very romantic and that’s probably because after the small talk is over and done with, we’re well into negotiating for the kind of sex we’d like to have.

Indeed, I’ve talked to other men about this and most were pretty sure that whatever intentions they had for the other guy, they sure as hell weren’t romantic.  Yes, some guys like to be seduced and some guys have to do some seducing and perhaps seduction, such as it is, also includes a bit or romance or more.  I guess that there is a different mindset on going between boy/girl and boy/boy; one requires an element of romance, the other doesn’t.

Oh, well, I just wanted to share this with y’all on this beautiful spring day – um, afternoon; shit, it was still morning when I started writing this!  Tempus fugit – time flies…  Before I forget, um, he did call me a couple of weeks later so we could hook up and do it all again – what a surprise and perhaps a story to be written later…

 
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Posted by on 10 May 2014 in Life, Living and Loving

 

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Coming to terms with being male, atheist, married, over 40, bisexual, kinky and blurring the lines of monogamy while living in a conservative "red state" .

afortnightaway

Parts Of My Life

Date A Bisexual

DateBisexual.net

ophisophia

The Wise Serpent

myarousal

Fetishes, Gender Issues, Sexual Politics, Erotic Memoirs

a worried whimsy

bouncing between happy and anxious

ann st vincent

My journey through marriage, open marriage, divorce, being a Mom, sexual rebirth, online dating, failed relationships, and lots of sex

The Conquest Files

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Oscar Wilde

More Is Merrier

Views on consensual non-monogamy

Brighton Bipolar

Adult Survivor of Child Abuse and Diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder - Working towards ending the stigma of Mental Illness

The Self-Actualized Life

Have a fulfilling life sexually and every other way!

Assentively Yours

Ramblings of a depressed mind and other nuances.

Larry Archer's World (LarryArcher.com)

Erotica from the dirty mind of Larry Archer

theopenwife

is there a path to a successful open marriage?

thesinofindia

The silent inside of an anonymous Indian rebelling against society

The (Bi)te

The uninteresting world of a young bisexual girl

The Bi-Love-Ed RESEARCHER

What Perspective Matters Most Depends on Your Perception

Kittykat-bitsandbobs

Just my random thoughts and meanderings... I'll try to keep you entertained

Roller Coaster Life of a Fat Girl

Highs and Lows of My Weight Loss Journey

smallpenisbigissues

when and why size matters

rouge

I write when the choice is to die if I don't

My SEXuality

Why am I afraid to tell you who I'am?

Confessions of a Cheating Housewife

...because love just isn't enough ;)