Food for Thought

"Gay men are pretty. Even the ugly ones. Throw two of the bitches in a room, a party- any box and I promise you at least one of them is going to want to fuck the other if not both wanting to fuck one another, or at the very least wanting to see themselves fucking or getting fucked by the other. It's unavoidable."

I’m laughing but I think I’m offended? Slash, between me and the non-poops in the room (if you read the quote and saw nothing at all wrong with it you might be bit of a poop.) - I find a sliver of truth in it. Almost every time I’ve gone to a party where there is only one other queer boy I’ve made out with him! It’s like some weird pact of solidarity, the strength in our small numbers suddenly concentrated in the tongue.

Honestly, though, it’s an interesting dilemma to me. I’m a queer boy with relatively archetypal male sexdrive- I’m not trying to lay pipe every second of the day but it seems the subject of sex and it’s appeal are underlying in every other thought; guilty guilty guilty. So that’s me. And I feel safe saying that good 70% of the queer boys I’ve met or crossed paths with are in the same or rather similar boat. Now, take this sexually saturated mental state and add that into a relationship between two like-minded creatures. Even if the nature of the relationship is plutonic how can sex NEVER enter the equation, if only in the form of hypothetical/internal consideration? It’s like the “friends” seal is never completely placed on any of my queer relationships, which isn’t to say that me and all my friends are going to make sweet sweet monkeylove because I still see them as family. But incest in the dictionary for a reason, no? LOLz