Brad contacted a young Dom that lives near me to fuck me. It’s kind of cute. Like why does he think I need him to get myself laid?
The guy was super hunky and seemed nice and intelligent, but it helped clarify a few things for myself. A) I want to play with bisexual men. B) I’d love to be part of a thrupple with two bisexual men.
Now will this ever happen? Probably not I’m venturing but I definitely want the experience of a threesome this way. With men that are into men. Trying to drag men to water is fun and all but exhausting too. In my head I’m like “dude we all know you want to”. Like why is that a crime? Like why is society so hostile about something so very natural.
Men fuck men. Happening since the dawn of time. We need to stop policing, poo-pooing, and judging things that don’t affect anyone else. If I want to watch two men fuck and kiss and truly enjoy each other so fucking what? If two men want to do that who gives a fuck? Why does anyone care?
I swear sometimes I feel like I’m living on a retarded planet. Like any minute someone is going to say “just kidding, we aren’t really this stupid” except this joke has been going on far too long now.
I try to see the good where and when I can. I feel hope for humanity and the world when I look at the most popular movies sorted on demand and the top 20 are mostly documentaries and true stories of triumph and hardships. It makes me think people have so much heart and we just hide it from each other to shield ourselves from pain.
Wake up!! It doesn’t work that way. We will all experience pain. It’s inevitable. So why not try living with our hearts unguarded?
I know….even for those willing to try it’s a hard thing to do. I totally get it. I really do. Trust me.
On another note I went to a small, kind of impromptu, block party up the street. So cute. The kids played a lot. Some super cute kiddos in the world. I tell you what. Their parents were cool too and the non-parents were so sweet too. I had a really good time. Except I made the mistake of dying my hair and my liver started to hurt tonight again. My body can only handle so much now. I drank earlier in the week. I’ve been tired. Then I add all these toxins to the mix. Vanity wins again. I was just getting sick of looking at the grey hair. The frizzy thin hair staring back at me.
I haven’t been to the gym too. My self esteem is just not at its best. But it’s so weird because I was just thinking yesterday how I have to get to a point where I am really, totally happy with me. I was thinking that I want to take care of me on the inside first to have a truly healthy and happy me….to be more centered and feel better about everything. Then today I go and dye my hair. Ugghhhhh. 🙄
I envy people who have the genetic makeup of gods. The ones that can eat whatever, drink as much as they please, sleep however, have any attitude they want and they still look pretty damn good. I guess the consolation is suppose to be that they are miserable inside, but that’s just a supposition…lol… isn’t it?
Then too, I’ve come to realize that a few people love being miserable. That’s all they know and it’s all they want to know. And they don’t want to be confronted with any additional information about it. Period. Lol.
This world is wacky. Takes all folks. Isn’t that what they say? I guess that is truly so, isn’t it?