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Thanks for the kind words. Actually, I did have the perfect husband, and we had 30 years together. But, he passed a few years ago. It's asking a lot of the Universe to get something like him twice, so I'm not "on the hunt", as the saying goes. If it happens, great. If not, that's fine too. As to the "slutty" quotient, I suppose what I love doing could be defined that way, and that's fine with me. I can accept a suitable compliment gracefully. 😉

I can't really say sexual acts I indulge in make me feel "sluttier" than any others. Depending on how we're defining the term, I've been practicing "slutty" behavior virtually all of my adult life - and I really love it, to the point I have imposed a restriction on sating my Lusts, in that I only go out on weekend nights (with rather few, occasional exceptions). I want to allow anything to exert undue influence in my life. We all get to choose how we structure our lives, and that's how I handle it. I'd use a different word/phrase though: something like 'free from repression' - 'following my chosen path' - 'honest celebration of who and what I am' - each of which would almost certainly mesh nicely with the sobriquet "slutty". I've been called all kinds of things, most of which only pour gas on the fire. Call me anything - except late for supper or the orgy.

I couldn't agree more. Great discussion on this thread by all of you guys. Thanks !!!

On behalf of my Top brothers, regardless of their most inappropriate behavior - most likely rooted in lack of confidence, perhaps even inferiority - I apologize on their behalf. I well know that some Tops just never think with anything but the "little" head. Keep trying - we're not all like that !!

You're right, of course. When rules/laws are slanted to favor one subset of the population, it follows that said rules/laws act unfavorably upon other subset(s) of the population. No one could legitimately argue against this obvious injustice. Progress may be slow, but - as a First-Class American once said: The moral arc may be excruciatingly long, but it does bend towards Justice ..... or something like that 😉

Thanks, Kayne, for your most interesting perspective. The way I see it, the above-referenced "resurrection" is indeed quite literally the case. While the Civil War put an end to the actual depravity of slavery, Reconstruction eventually failed, and those who squatted on top of the cultural pile in the South at the time managed to preserve much of the old ways via the corruption worshipped as The Lost Cause. There were a number of reasons; exhaustion from the bloodletting, Andrew Johnson, etc etc. But the result is, the amelioration has never been sufficiently addressed, down to this day. I don't think there is anything these "white supremacists" will not do - accept - foment - in order to preserve this hideous heritage. They have perverted their so-called religion to serve their own selfish needs, they are currently holding elected office almost everywhere, and gladly extending their perversions to the electoral processes. There is quite literally nothing they would shrink from doing to cling to these "old power structures". I wish I could agree that this hatemongering was indeed on "life support". Unfortunately, I don't see that light at the end of the tunnel yet. Never the less, hope springs eternal, right?

You were indeed lucky. The best part of your response though, is the implication that in the future, you'll negotiate that particularly delicious kind of play well before entering into it. I've gone into how to do this (the negotiation) in previous threads elsewhere on BZ, so I won't go into it all over again. Not all that many men love this kind of play, so consider yourself a little bit "specially gifted".

The only other suggestion I would have is to ask one of the moderators. You'll get a proper answer.

I completely concur. Having lived through that cultural repression, I know how it feels to be scared into believing that plate of shit in the first place, but then being able to overcome that unnatural, unhealthy belief-system, recognize it for what it is, and push the flush-lever on the toilet. Organized Religion is the enemy of Freedom. It is the enemy of our "whole-ness" - meaning all humankind - not just us. It it the enemy of rational thought, and has crushed the intellectual abilities of untold numbers of human beings through the millennia. We humans are perfectly capable of discerning how Spirituality can improve our lives - or not. We don't need ancient institutions to do it for us. We don't need re-interpretations of honorable belief-systems of a couple of thousand years ago, but now perverted into vehicles of political repression. All we need is our intellectual curiosity, and sufficient motivation to delve into the subject with the platitudes of O.R. flushed from our minds. I do feel badly about something I did many years ago (not in a sexual context), and it bothers me far more than the fact that I am completely irreligious now. As far as I'm concerned, the clerics can shake their sticks and rattle their bones till the cows come home, and it affects me not one whit.

I'm not an attorney, yet I have read fairly substantially what you're referencing. No, I do not agree with what passes for "reasoning". More, if I don't have an intellectually honest contribution to make, I don't make one. There is no "rule" for the SCOTUS, which is why their own personal belief-systems are able to be translated into law. Fortunately however, Congress can override their politically-inspired errors. The traditions which restrained the Justices in the past have, in large part dissipated, leaving them to relieve themselves of the responsibilities formerly honored, in favor of their own personal beliefs. The conservative Justices "mock" themselves as well as the institution. They mock the traditions that formerly held the Court in check. They mock century-old 'correctly decided, standing law'. I merely reference the obvious. Clearly, today they do. Former Courts did not come anywhere near as close to politically inspired decisions as the Roberts Court has. I quite agree that this is enough, since we'll probably not come to agreement. More, I hope your pussy gets what it needs.

A few moments ago, President Biden signed the bill making marriage rights, as well as others, into Federal Law. Alito, Thomas, that vacant long-haired bottle-blond woman, and the drunk can just kiss our collective asses. In French.

Thanks, guys, for these most interesting replies. This is one issue I didn't realize existed. Now I know more than I did an hour ago. Pretty cool, right ???

When I first arrived in Ft. L., I did go to a few "lights-out" event at bars/guesthouses, and some were better than others at carrying it off. But I still like the atmosphere, and the virtually total blackout of the darkroom at Slammer the most - by far. I'll go to other places occasionally too - but, as tallslendersweetboy points out - "dusk" and "dark" are two different animals altogether. I learned a new language there: it's called Tongue-Braille .....

Well, we diverge on this one !!! I first went to a gym when our internist insisted that my life-partner start going to a gym. He detested working out (almost as much as I did/do), and despite our joint love of food, neither of us got past "slim". So it was for different reasons that the doc insisted he start working out. I bought this "home" gym thing - huge contraption that could do 50-some different things. Had them deliver it to a heated room in the basement, he came downstairs, opened the door, stared for a moment, and said "that's nice". Turned on his heel and that was that. So. How to get him to join a gym !!! I'd heard at at some point about a 'gay gym' down on Lincoln Ave, so figured that might be enough to get him to join. Finally I pushed him into it with the condition that I join too. So we joined, and, there was some hot Cock swingin around, which made the whole thing much more palatable for him. Some nice ass too, which at least kept my attention while performing one of the dullest activities known to humankind. But then !!! The gym (I don't think it was very well-run) came on hard times, some other guy bought it, and - - - wait for it - - - moved it to the tubs !!! Thus, in one fell swoop, we made the internist happy, and the thorns in our sides got plucked out. I did insist on the "task performed - reward granted" system, he got his health issue resolved, I actually got a fairly muscular body, and we both got plenty of the "real" kind of rewards to boot. We actually got to be friends with a few other couples that operated on the same principle, and gym-days became augmented with "gym-nights" too. 😈 So, sweet boy - I hope your gym experience turns into exercising a bit more than your imagination too !!! Unless the other guys in your gym are blind both physically and emotionally, you'll be wearing a dirrrrrty grin more than usual. We'll be waiting to hear how you explain that to Nurse Ratched !!! ❤️

Thanks for the illuminating response, AlwaysOpen. It's important to understand that these things can present (or not) in differing ways: there's no cut & dried, across-the-board answer. We're all different, and we all need professional attention tailored to our particular situations. To me, that means keeping appointments without fail, doing what the medical professionals tell me to do without exception. Each guy's body can react differently. Sorry about the banana too .....

per topblkmale's commentary and your response Agreed. From the Merriam-Webster: 1. of unknown authorship or origin; an anonymous tip, not named or identified. 2. not named or identified; an anonymous author, they wish to remain anonymous. 3. lacking individuality, distinction, or recognizability. This may not be the most respected tome, but it does offer a clear understanding of what the word anonymous means. How this term applies to individuals asking for photos, which are obviously the opposite of the definition, is at best a misunderstanding of that definition. This misunderstanding is sometimes accompanied by misspellings, awkward usage, and an inability/disinclination to create a clear and/or easily understood statement. That said, one can come to one's own conclusion about any intellectual component to the hookup and potential fuck. The sex might turn out to be great. Every guy gets to decide for himself how - oh - generous? - he's willing to be in interpreting these communications, since obviously, clarity in the text (literal meaning) is hardly the most important thing. What is important is that each guy respects the other guy's needs/wishes/limits. Not many guys fuck and then sit down to discuss War and Peace*, right? I think most of this kind of communication should be taken with a grain of salt. Neither guy is interested in much more than raw Cock fucking raw Hole. All of us have something else burning in our balls, other than crystalline clarity when we're burning with Lust. *Tolstoy, just in case .... I know this isn't the Politics thread.

Given my reply of a little while ago, I would always always advise any guy to take advantage of all the medical preventative steps. To me, it only makes basic, common sense. These preventative steps can enable us to live longer, healthier lives, and therefore fuck far more men than if we were sick or dead. I would never, never advise a guy to ignore the miracles that medicine has achieved. To me, it's completely nuts to court hiv and refuse the preventative steps. Maybe younger guys don't understand, and that's ok. Life is good. Illness or worse, not so much.

I enjoy wearing t-shirts from the rather sordid bars I've been to through the years. Some are long gone now, which adds to the cachet (in my opinion). A while ago, a guy in the Publix (grocery store) was wearing an IML shirt (recent), and I was wearing one from 25 years ago. We both smiled and had a brief chat. It was fun - and only other guys that knew what IML is had so much as a clue.

It was trauma on steroids. Before hiv, fucking every guy you met was the norm. No one used condoms. Then, guys started dying a slow, terrible death, and no one knew more than it was because we were fucking each other. It got to the point guys wouldn't shake hands anymore - just say hi, with that 'deer-in-the-headlights' look, and move on. In shortest of orders, the world went from being our playground to being our cemetery. There was a gay weekly that began publishing "celebrations of life" notices, page after page of them, and went out of business because no one wanted to pick it up anymore, let alone page through it to see who'd passed the previous week. We were going to those "celebration" services constantly; week after week, month after month, for several years. No guy that lived through those years went unscarred. Now, decades later, with the medical arts advancing as they have, those scars have healed over, but they're still there - just under the outer layer of skin. Men that didn't live through it can empathize, but it's difficult to imagine how they could understand how truly desperate, fearful, awful, horrifying, soul-injuring, nightmarish and destructive those years actually were. Now, of course, there are medical advances that have allowed those years to fade into the blackness of a plague survived. Thus, many of us who lived through it have a very, very difficult time accepting the mindset of younger guys that refuse to take every possible precaution against illness, particularly this hellish hiv. Still, it's not for anyone to judge anyone else, but no one could fault us for remembering either. Thanks for your post.

Coins, by definition, always have two sides, as apparently, does the re-emergence of this thread. Of course you're entirely correct, backdoorjimmy - there are at least two sides of this particular coin. There simply are no universal (within the confines of - oh - say, barebackers - or any other group of folks) traits that are carried by every person in that group. Yes, there are Tops who think this or that, and regulate their sexual behavior accordingly. There are bottoms who do the same. We're not all cut from the same cloth - thank Whatever. We're diverse, we have differing life experiences, and we're one part of a magnificent subset of humanity. We develop all kinds of lovely depravities as our lives unfold, and expecting some magical Prince to meet every single one of them is unrealistic. It can, and does happen, but not to all that many. So what to do? I think we offer as much of ourselves as we're comfortable with to every guy we fuck. If there's some chance of more, we offer more the next time we fuck. At some point, the limit of the extra-sexual mating will either be reached, and each guy accepts the limits of the experience and moves on, or offers the whole enchilada, and maybe they move on together. The point is, we never know what kind of guy the rest of him will turn out to be after a hot fuck in some backroom or fuckjoint. Or, off the fuck apps. Sometimes the sex is so-so, sometimes the sex is great, and the rest isn't. Sometimes the sex is only the beginning of something even more. No guy will ever know what the possibilities are, unless he's active in "the life". We take what's offered, and make the best of it. If we don't participate in the maelstrom of Breeding men, then how can we legitimately complain that we don't get this or that? I'm with Sharp-Edge, above. If there's more than just fucking available, great. I had that once, and I wouldn't mind something similar again. If the "something more" isn't in the cards, great - I'll fuck the guy anyway, and each guy appreciates what is, without pining for what wasn't available in the first place. We just need to accept each other for who and what they are.

To refine the time-period a bit, from the onset to when the first treatments became available, I can't recall any that made it through to the present. at that time, hiv was quite literally a death sentence. However, once effective treatments became available, I can think of a couple guys (who sero-converted subsequently) that did, and are alive and fucking to this day. Sadly, we (as a group) suffered terrible losses at first. Those losses still haunt every one of us of a certain age.

The allusion to a "raft" on that creek/ditch/stream, steered by your very young "oar" reminded me of when I first read Clemens. I thought that Sawyer and Finn, alone on the raft, drifting down the Mississippi, adventures, that whole scene sounded so cool - no bothersome, tiresome girls, just two guys getting into mischief. At the time, I don't think I had even a scintilla of actual sexual thoughts, but the notion of boys together with no silly, fatuous girl-garbage was compelling. Eventually he had to write in a girl to the story to avoid the already conspicuous homoerotic overtones. Who knows - maybe M.T. rode both sides of the raft !!! Thanks for sharing that experience - made me smile at one of my early, nearly forgotten memories.

I'm with NWUSHorny. I want to at least rut in as many Holes as I can. The darkroom at my favorite fuckjoint isn't all that large, so there aren't all that many bottoms taking loads (maybe 6,8 at the same time). Tops aren't like bottoms, in that we aren't walking Sperm Cannons, shooting loads and loads constantly. Bottoms have it all over us, in that regard, since they can take load after load for hours. That said, most of us are good for at least a couple of loads in a couple of hours. So yeah - I want to get my Cock in every raw Hole in the joint ... physiology just doesn't allow us to leave a "calling card' in each and every one, dammittall.

Ass, hole, asshole, butt. Men are men. Women are women. Men have asses, Holes, and butts. Women have the other stuff.

Not really a single experience, it was more a gradual thing. I never really cared for girls all that much - always preferred to play with other boys. I thought the silly, giggly, prissy bullshit girls peddled was bothersome, more a waste of time than anything else. Boys didn't behave like that, and I gravitated (not in a sexual sense - yet) more to boys. Plus, boys were more 'defined', less lumpy (unless they ate too much, of course), better balanced/defined in body-structure than girls. In Jr. High, we had swimming class au natural, so I saw a lot of naked guys, and that's how I saw my first hardon on another guy. It was interesting, but I didn't translate that into wanting sexual activity. That kind of thing was really repressed where I grew up. When I went away to school, I was brought out by a frat bro, and the veil was lifted from both my eyes and my Cock. I clearly remember everything about him, to this day. A few weeks later: The Sunday Chicago Tribune was delivered to every dorm, and once I was in the lounge of a dorm waiting for someone - can't remember who or why - and there were page after page of first-run movies being advertised. After all the first-run flicks, the neighborhood theatres had ads, and finally, at the end were small, 1" ads for all the porn theatres. I noticed one saying "triple X action, all male cast". I knew it had to mean what I thought it meant, but how on earth could it? However, I cut my classes the next day, drove up to Chicago, found the theater (Varsity, on Clark St), and went in. The actual film was laughable by todays standards, Not many men in there on a Monday, but I went about half-way down the aisle and sat down, noticed other men drifting around, and a young kid in the row in front of me several yards away. The kid looked at me, I looked at him - had no idea of what to do - he hopped over the seats and came over, sat down next to me. Of course, I was rock hard, he opened my jeans, and that was the first blow job I ever got, and it blew my mind. The funny thing is, when I returned the favor, I hesitated for a moment, but then put my mouth on his Cock. I was so surprised that it just tasted like skin - for some reason I thought it would taste different - and when he shot his load in my mouth, I was thrilled to discover how good it tasted. I clearly remember thinking "this is a sad, sordid life, but I know it's for me". Drove back to school, and within a week one of my frat bros wanted me to go over to the auditorium after hours (where this huge tubby old Moller lived) and help him with the pedaling on a piece he was learning. He had pledged at the same time, we were already friends, so I said ok. That was the first time I felt any kind of connection with a guy, and it was such a wonderful thing to have sex with a guy I already liked. I remember so very clearly everything about that first *real* sex. I was really lucky to experience something that put the first thought (above) about being gay out of my consciousness so quickly.