I'm not a Lesbian- Reposted

I feel like I need to repost this..



Originally posted August 2006


.So I was in Piedmont Park on Sunday ( I tried to take a picture with a cell phone so you all can see the spectacle that is Piedmont on a Sunday, but it was too dark) and I ran into someone I had been on a date with. After greeting him and getting back with the friends I was with, my friend says to me " Are you a top now?"
" What? "
" Because everyone I have seen recently that you'd been out with has been a sissy. Is there something you need to tell me? lol "
" Shut up. Really?" ( As I turn around to see homeboy walking away in his flip flops)


So you know I've been pondering this ever since and this is what I've come to:


One of the reasons I don't like Bttm/Top classifications is because people associate them with gender roles. Maybe because unlike heterosexuals, our LGBT community didn't have any LGBT "models" for us to be influenced by. Between the media and in our families most of us saw men with women. So, ofcourse we apply what we've seen in our own relationships. There has to be a "man" and a "woman". The issue with this is that we're not hetero. We can't have a male and female because we're two men or two women. However, many of us will still look at two men together or ourselves with those same hetero ideals. You'll see two feminine guys together and say something like " Eww. Who's doing who? " or " Look at those two pocket books." The funny thing about this is, no one says anything when they see two masculine men together. (Maybe that's a conversation about masc vs. fem in our community. We'll have to have that one later.) Anyhow I say all that to say, I'm gay, that means I like men. From the hypermasculine guy to the dude with a little sugar in their tank, I like em. As long as they have the third leg ( and are attractive, have style, smart... da da dee da da), I don't care about anything else. I'm not gonna lie, there was a time when I wanted nothing but a "man" and if I dated anyone that showed maybe a tiny bit of fem, I was disgusted. I realized as I got older that it wasn't their femininity that bothered me, but what people thought when they saw us. I also realized somethings I liked sexually that changed what I was looking for in a relationship. Now I still have some boundaries and my preferences are still MY preferences, but I am NOT a lesbian. I like men. Makes sense? Ok..now look to your neighbor and say " Neighbor..." LoL Just joking, but really don't worry about who's bumping purses ( I hate that phrase, I don't why I just used it.) just worry about who's bumping yours.

Happy New Year

...I checked the time on my phone as I walked quickly to the door. Since the door was cracked open , I walked into his apartment, then closed and locked it. He walked up to me smiling and holding a glass of something. I removed my coat and took the glass from out his hand to sip. Champagne. Of course. Then I put the glass down, glanced at the television, and the time again. He pulled me into an embrace and grabbed my lips with his. I tasted the sweetness of the champagne on his tongue and felt a buzz beginning. As our mouths tangled, I unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside to pull out his dick. He grabbed my face with both his hands, his kiss becoming ravenous, as I stroked his dick to hardness. Once his sex reached its full glory, I dropped to the floor bringing his jeans down with me. As he pulled up his shirt, I glanced at the television again, before licking the underside of his erection. I licked his dick from the base to the head until it was wet before I invited it into my mouth. I held on to his thighs as I began to suck hard. I didn't have time to waste, so I sped up my throat strokes. I inhaled and exhaled through my nose moving my jaw swiftly up and down his thickness listening to his moans and the television. I wrapped my mouth tightly around his brown inches taking him to the base and back again and again and again. He held on to my shoulders and began pumping into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw a little and received his dick and the suction sound it created. He increased his thrusts and I tightened up again. I heard him gurgle an "Ahh" and I released his dick as it spit its happy ending out into the room. I stood up and attacked his mouth with mine as I heard the celebration coming from the TV. I pulled back and looked at him smiling back at me. I began to laugh before saying , " Happy New Year."...