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If the distance between homosexuality and heterosexuality was gender roles and nothing else... Would you embrace it? Why people are ashamed or embarrassed of joining online dating communities, when in reality, they're better than any social network, in that they allow you to meet strangers with similar interests. Strangers that can inspire you in all the ways routine will never. And strangers that you can Lego genuinely meaningful relationships with. An opportunity surely not worth missing.
You can find that on my OkCupid dating profile under the I spend a lot of time thinking about section. I should be ashamed of this, right? Especially since I am a heterosexual male? I should worry about the poking and prodding of my friends' and my family's eyes, words, and general disgust? And I should probably just cease finger-dropping on this keyboard right now because opening up about my love of feet, transsexuals, and sometimes a granny as well, will do me no good either, will it?
And just like that, the pussy is out of the bag. And to answer your question, yes, that was me. Yes, I am referring to that. (More about that later).
So again, my name is Peter Filak. A little bit more about me before we begin. I am a virgin and the only sexual advances made upon my genitals were that of my right and that of my left. Jill and Jill--two beautifully dexterous babes that lack nothing but the ability to swallow. No blow jobs. No hand jobs. No my penis into a vagina nor an ass. I haven't even been kissed--well, like a real kiss, not that hot tub bullshit back in the day. Never another tongue cuddling with the 'buds of my own.
Have I ever seen a naked girl in real life? Yes. A naked man? Yes. Please go on... Okay.
Naked girls. Well, as I already said, there's these things called hot tubs and there's these things called rich kids at sleepovers that will pay the neighborhood hottie to show us her goods. And beyond that, yes, I've had the marvelous upper-bumps of a delightful woman, women actually, smoosh my face in all the right ways-- is there a wrong way? And now you might ask How did this young man have boobs, naked ones at that, hug him blind, and not get any of that other wonderful? Well ladies and gentlemen, there are also these things called strip clubs--and graduations. Yes, half-price on graduation--high school and college. Twice. And would I venture there again--absolutely.
As for that naked man?
Actually, he was more of a boy. For his sake, an adolescent. Bear with me, I was not an adult witnessing nor eye-fondling a little someone--I too was an adolescent at the time. It happened like You have a small penis. No I don't. I bet he has a small penis . No I don't, it's slightly bigger than average. I looked it up online. Then show us . Okay. Zip. Aghh!? And the great majority of us, the five or six in the basement, deny seeing it, despite all seeing it and now all being officially gay .
And I bring this all up because I am/was too afraid. Stuck in fear. Of the past. Of right now. It all.
It's not okay to be a virgin. It's not okay to have never been kissed. It's not okay to have never been on a date or in a real relationship with the opposite sex for any duration of time. And it's certainly not okay to have fetishes, to be attracted to females with genitals like your very own, or to feel slightly whipped in the mind at the thought of a sexy mature woman--wrinkles and all. And anal--don't you fucking dare!
And I'm not lying or attempting to deceive you--none of that's okay. Society forbids such activities, thoughts, and other-hole penetrations. It's indecent to even think it, let alone look for it.
But this is where self comes into play. How much of your self would you sacrifice for the purpose of fitting in? Would you do away with your desires and temptations for the purpose of not being flagged as a perpetrator . I know what this feels like and it is the worst feeling in the world. You can be watching...
You can find that on my OkCupid dating profile under the I spend a lot of time thinking about section. I should be ashamed of this, right? Especially since I am a heterosexual male? I should worry about the poking and prodding of my friends' and my family's eyes, words, and general disgust? And I should probably just cease finger-dropping on this keyboard right now because opening up about my love of feet, transsexuals, and sometimes a granny as well, will do me no good either, will it?
And just like that, the pussy is out of the bag. And to answer your question, yes, that was me. Yes, I am referring to that. (More about that later).
So again, my name is Peter Filak. A little bit more about me before we begin. I am a virgin and the only sexual advances made upon my genitals were that of my right and that of my left. Jill and Jill--two beautifully dexterous babes that lack nothing but the ability to swallow. No blow jobs. No hand jobs. No my penis into a vagina nor an ass. I haven't even been kissed--well, like a real kiss, not that hot tub bullshit back in the day. Never another tongue cuddling with the 'buds of my own.
Have I ever seen a naked girl in real life? Yes. A naked man? Yes. Please go on... Okay.
Naked girls. Well, as I already said, there's these things called hot tubs and there's these things called rich kids at sleepovers that will pay the neighborhood hottie to show us her goods. And beyond that, yes, I've had the marvelous upper-bumps of a delightful woman, women actually, smoosh my face in all the right ways-- is there a wrong way? And now you might ask How did this young man have boobs, naked ones at that, hug him blind, and not get any of that other wonderful? Well ladies and gentlemen, there are also these things called strip clubs--and graduations. Yes, half-price on graduation--high school and college. Twice. And would I venture there again--absolutely.
As for that naked man?
Actually, he was more of a boy. For his sake, an adolescent. Bear with me, I was not an adult witnessing nor eye-fondling a little someone--I too was an adolescent at the time. It happened like You have a small penis. No I don't. I bet he has a small penis . No I don't, it's slightly bigger than average. I looked it up online. Then show us . Okay. Zip. Aghh!? And the great majority of us, the five or six in the basement, deny seeing it, despite all seeing it and now all being officially gay .
And I bring this all up because I am/was too afraid. Stuck in fear. Of the past. Of right now. It all.
It's not okay to be a virgin. It's not okay to have never been kissed. It's not okay to have never been on a date or in a real relationship with the opposite sex for any duration of time. And it's certainly not okay to have fetishes, to be attracted to females with genitals like your very own, or to feel slightly whipped in the mind at the thought of a sexy mature woman--wrinkles and all. And anal--don't you fucking dare!
And I'm not lying or attempting to deceive you--none of that's okay. Society forbids such activities, thoughts, and other-hole penetrations. It's indecent to even think it, let alone look for it.
But this is where self comes into play. How much of your self would you sacrifice for the purpose of fitting in? Would you do away with your desires and temptations for the purpose of not being flagged as a perpetrator . I know what this feels like and it is the worst feeling in the world. You can be watching...
149 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 10, 2014
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