Sexual Trends

[Hungryforbbc]

2 hours ago, norefusal said:

yes, the sex on offer has definitely changed due to our relationship with HIV and societal norms etc.

Back in the 90s guys got gay bashed on the street regularly so if a trick called me faggot and slapped me, i'd run out that door so fast! today? if he's not choking me and calling me bitch, i'm not enjoying myself 😜

but i also realize all the ways ive changed to. 

1980s i was str8 and on DL. forget kink, i was barely having sex 😜

1990s i was so obsessed w being one of "the good gays" - model minority syndrome- that although i dabbled in kink i couldn't sustain interest in anything more than trophy husband hunting. 

00-20 i was off the market married to my ex  and fairly vanilla

21-25 the pendulum has slung fully. pig sex w nameless strangers or im not interested. Men will only break your heart so better to just use them for sex and then walk away. 

Ok so this is just hot ad hell ❤️

[hntnhole]

8 hours ago, verbalBTTM said:

We also had a tighter community where we supported each other unlike today, because that's all we had. There was no social acceptance for gay life and the only people you could rely on were your friends

Well said. 

This is one of the things I miss about the state of (gay) affairs years ago.  Sure, we still form friendships, all of that, but that part of ourselves that ties us to all our gay brothers & sisters was a thriving, caring, helping ear, hand, whatever whenever we needed it.  When guys laid down and died on the sidewalk, (that actually happened to us - a guy died in our driveway - a shockingly hellish thing) we had only our friends for support, and we gave it gladly - freely to those who were in desperate straits.  Everyone was in danger, and everyone did everything they could to help others - and no liturgical bullshit required, either.  The "celebrations-of-life" events-cum-funerals were endless, dozens a day.  Simply put, it was hell on earth.  

[Hungryforbbc]

4 hours ago, tallslenderguy said:

i was just becoming sexually active with guys in the 80's. i watched my older brother die an awful death from AID's.  With guys, i've always been pretty much (99.999%) bottom. i've been with and received 1000's of cocks and loads. i can count on 2 fingers the number of times i've used a condom. Was i a cumdump?  i didn't hear or use the term, but comparatively speaking, i was.  

Was i afraid of AID's?  Yes, but my drive to be taken/possessed by a Man and bred was stronger than my fear (by far).  For me, it had nothing to do with bug chasing... and that wasn't a thing in the 80's anyway. i don't relate to the notion of "becoming a cumdump."   i was being myself, not really becoming anything. 

Ironically, i found out i was poz when i went to get tested so i could go on PrEP, but even that wasn't a big deal for me, just felt more responsible, sort of like getting vaccinated.  It was amazing it took as long as it did for me to become poz.  

i believe, prior to AID's, condoms didn't exist in the gay community.  Condoms, prior to AID's, were a form of birth control.  The idea of using them for STD's became a thing because of AID's.  Prior to AID's, i don't think the term "bareback" existed either, it was just fucking lol. Guys didn't use condoms with guys because there was no risk of making a baby. So, i think if you wanted to get fucked, you were gonna be a cumdump to one degree or another. 

First off no matter how much time has passed, I’m so sorry for the loss of your brother and the resulting trauma I’m sure you suffered as a result of it.

Your post reads like it came directly from my head - you really said it quite succinctly and captured the essence of the time as well. Instead of a sibling I lost scores of best friends, classmates and acquaintances and knew damn well the risks i was taking and tbh that actually made it all that much hotter. Waiting for the test results was torture for years.

 I was exactly the same. Tricks and Trade, bfs and randoms, thousands of beautiful dicks have graced my lips and  hundreds have bred my hole. I might have used protection 5% of the time. I have already posted about being retrovirus resistant which surely saved my life having postponed my infection until it was controllable.  eventually I just had to acknowledging that I hate condoms and love being a kinky nasty submissive bottom for brown and black kings and like you let go of any insecurities or shame about it.

 I get off surrendering, doing what I’m told and submitting myself completely which is in direct conflict with the entire concept of remaining in control to ensure the safety dynamic.

I was fortunate to be able to be a little selective and I never did full on anonymous can’t see you, etc, I have a specific type and if you fit it, I was probably gonna get that dick - and I did 99% of the time. somehow miraculously managed to avoid any STDs that I’m aware of and knowing that I was resistant, after the pandemic I let go of any pretense and stopped worrying about it.  Fast forward a couple years and a LOT of fantastic dick and I was undetectable on meds less than a month after getting diagnosed. Now I disclose my status and take loads without the guilt 🐷

 

[verbalBTTM]

You said it 3 words, "we were brothers" we were always there for each other no matter the need. I helped my friends go to the bathroom when they became to weak, and cleaned out there porn and toy collections after they passed so their parents didn't have to see that. If one of us lost a job we found you another one by the next night. Food was never an issue, of course you can come over, I'm making a huge pot tonight. Need a place to crash for a month or 2, don't worry about just help us around the house a bit. 

If I was at a bar and I got into an argument with someone and then I saw them in trouble outside I was the first to throw down to protect my brother even if he is the biggest asshole. We had something really special back then and that's what I think I miss the most. We worked as one for the betterment of all of us. We were united in all things and you knew any brother would help you. The pride parade didn't have a Chase bank float, it had stonewallers and some of the most ridiculous things like the drag queens sewing mafia acting silly. We respected each other for we all came from hardship of some kind, and that gave us a bond.