I personally enjoy it but I am not consumed by it. By that, I mean in LGBTSGL world there’s a lot of unsafe sex, barebacking, breeding—-just all kinds of semen flying around. I’m also in the highest STI group—Black males below 40/50 years old. The CDC projecting that half of us when we’re over 50 will be HIV+. Add onto that, the 8+ other STIs (I do.)—- AND:
- unsafe sex, barebacking, breeding
- you’re 2x to 4x more likely to have another STI if you’re HIV+.
- You’re 2x as likely to engage in unsafe sex if you drinking alcohol regularly.
- 4x more likely if you do drugs.
- 5x more likely if you have tattoos or smoke.
- Black and Latino men are 2x to 5x more likely to be HIV+ because of how we sexually operate (some of us) sexually within our ethnic groups of 10. What this means is that Black and Latino men tend to have sex with mainly other Black and Latino men—-so HIV is ethnically circulated at a higher degree; White and Asian men tend to have sex inside of and outside of their cultures/ethnicities. Yes, racism is one of the primary drivers of HIV in Black and Latino communities—-inter-racism and intra-racism.
I edit partners by the above risks criteria/considerations. Ironically, the men (and women) who would probably be the best (fun, adventurous) sexual partners tend to have one or more of the above criteria flagrantly going on. Lots of times I like well, damn! when single.
Libertine vs. A Slut or A Whore
I am a libertine. I enjoy the sensual, the sexual, the seduction of self and others. I’ve often made it a direct practice to seduce men and women, to infect their consciousness, to consume them.
A libertine is a person devoid of most moral principles, a sense of responsibility, or sexual restraints, which they see as unnecessary or undesirable, and is especially someone who ignores or even spurns accepted morals and forms of behavior observed by the larger society.
I am not devoid of moral principles nor a sense of sexual responsibility to others but I do not adhere to the morality of sexuality in a Western conceived way—-with consent. I do spurn accepted morals and forms of behavior observed by the larger society. I am a moralistic libertine then. lol
But I believe this is important enough to point out because so many men engaging other men take being sexual, doing sexual things, having a high number of sexual acts/partners as freedom. I have never used sex to hurt anyone nor exploited anyone and I’ve had many a young, nubile, attractive student who I have had to correct that my attention to them, professionally wrapped, is never sexualized. We can of course discuss deeply intimate things, and having been an LGBTSGL Youth Coordinator some of my unwritten job description was to be open and honest with them about sex, sexuality, relationships, their choices and ideas.
Yes, my work also means that I am far more calm and open than people are used to. discussing sex and such, even my sexual life. but I edit. I deeply, deeply edit. I might talk about to 200 people a lover—-but that was an affair 10 years ago. For several years in workshops I referred to a man named “Carlos”—-I was really talking about an amalgamation of 5 Latino lovers. Only a handful of times that Carlos (of the moment) being in the workshops.
I believe in assiduously protecting my privacy and the privacy of others—-not from shame but simply as open as I may seem as you peruse thousands of blogs and articles and books and TV shows produced by me—-I’m consciously editing and yes, you are still getting a true opening of me—-but I am still maintaining my own privacy, and that of others, because some things are just selfishly, for me, not public consumption or grist for my work mills.
Perhaps we can then offer that my professional life has impeded my being a licentious libertine of low morals; and growing up surrounded by dysfunction on many levels impressed upon me the responsibility, accountability and integrity I feel is necessary to be considered a man.
I don't believe in the bullshit closeted—-discreet, discrete, DL—-pabulum from men and try to avoid those kinds of men—-who avidly profess circumstantial integrity.
Which is my bone to pick with LGBTSGL men—-delving deeper, men of color, already disenfranchised (I tell students—-you’re operating at 90% if you’re at the top of your game, while White men operate at 100%, at the top of theirs, in society—-there is an inherent ceiling that you’re always trying to surpass.) so Black men barebacking, breeding in porn, or offering in person/online is active collaboration with racism, Nazism, negative-ism—-self destructivity—towards self and one’s own—-men, men of color, your ethnic community, your sexuality community, human beings—-because it has a disregard for infecting others(changing-shortening their lifespan, health), voluntarily or unknown, and therefore, disintegrates those race, sex, sexuality, gendered, human communities.
I can’t complain about George Floyd-esque brutality and general discriminatory practices and feelings if I fuck Jamal sans condom—-taking his word for it he’s on (can afford to be on) PRep.
I often challenge men of color in workshops to consider that you’re all for Black Lives Matter—-unless your cock is hard, to its’ tip. (Yes, I am not a gentle, demure flower teacher. lol)
I am all for fucking Jamal and Carlos for hours on end, in a multitude of positions, with snack breaks and rejuvenating naps. But one of the reasons why I have always practiced safe sex since my initial teen sex forays is because my mother’s best friend, Walter, a gay Black man, died when I was 18 or so, and she was devastated. She transferred her concern to me, my activities, and as an only child, seeing what AIDS did to her, I knew I couldn’t put her through that—-and imbibe this—-nor willingly, willfully put, another parents (s) through that about their male or female child.
Sexually, I am responsible for myself AND my partners. I have stopped sexual congress and even ended a LTR relationship with partners who were available to unsafe/condomless sex.
As a human being, I am responsible for other human beings, even animals take care of one another.
But this slut/whore mentality, breeding, etc. is prevalent in part of my sexual community and that, to my logical mind, is insanity. I avoid those men, parse out answers, make it clear, as I tell men and announce in workshops: “No one fuck is worth my immune system. Literally or figuratively.”
Filters and Monogamy
I see men, all the time, am often checking out men (and women), but I then have to raise my above screening filter system even if it’s not for an LTR, long-term dating, even to a sex-hook-up. I’m constantly editing, filtering, how I look at men. I also have to watch men and listen, when engaging them/talking to them—-deeply assessing them. I ask specific questions, not a lot of questions—-I’m watching potential sexual partners for signs of deception and disregard.
What strikes me as good/helpful is men who filter back at me—-maybe of 1 or 2 within every 20, I engage with. There is always the question: What are you into/What are you looking for?—-stupidest questions if online, and difficult in person. Because it pre-supposes, like a laundry list. I’m like—-Be you! and if you do that I will see you clearly and act accordingly. I think it’s difficult to have someone accommodate what I am/want or to try to fit. Men try to be the (perfect) fit or (the imperfect—-often shame based, inadequacy, low self esteem) reject, based upon not being THE fit.
I’m just dating or being sexual. Gay men often acting like THIS is the ONE and LAST sexual act with me/them, that will ever occur in their lives. Baby, I will never be someone’s first, and unless we’re married and I’m infirmed, you probably won’t be my last.
(I believe in agreements about monogamy, not demands or restrictions. (Tell me and invite me. Be safe for yourself and for me. I believe that setting up parameters about my body and your body, neither the possession of the other derails drama. Negotiate personal degrees and levels of relationship monogamy, don’t demand it. (I often wonder why people, humans who see that 70% of the population is non-monogamous keep trying to get 100% of the population prescribe to it. More men mess themselves up promising or expecting this. Instead negotiate what it looks like for you and for me. It will be different. No diseases, no babies, no drama—-don’t bring shit to my door. Simple.)
Upon my soul it has been stamped by my ancestors to never be another human's possession. I will end you, I will kill you, I will destroy you if you try to make me so. And if you think I am, if I pretend to be—-I am plotting your demise, your end, your destruction. I am slowly poisoning you, I am hiring others to end you, I am timing the arriving train to pushing you onto the train tracks.
I am sovereign unto myself. Always.
Now….I am willing to share myself with you. I am willing to be your friend, lover, confidant, family member, business partner, even an employee—-but I am never “yours” in any way that is limiting to my sovereignty.
Partners into 2 Categories
What I will say is that I’m clear about categories—-Fun (Sex and Casual Dating, Non-Monogamous) or Special (Potential to an LTR and Sex, Negotiate Monogamy Guidelines)—-I’ve never been emotionally hung up on someone that I’m just having fun, a hook up with. But because I am nice, generous, thoughtful, attentive men often mistake this about me—-thinking I’m head over heels for them because I am attentive to them. I am attentive to everyone. There are specific discussions and actions I have/do with deeper loves that involve sex, emotionality, intellectuality, vulnerability. If you ain’t got all those—-boo, you’re not in the category you think you are. I might even emotionally care for you but you got a few more projects to do before you’re up for Oscar level nomination. Calm down.
I love—-intellectually to emotionality, not through sex/sexuality/physiology. What has often happened is the attempt to interest or seduce me, being sexual, tends to fall flat to me. One, I’m not exactly obtuse, but seduction can be subtle, passive aggressive—-I’m doing this to incite you to do that.
I hate passive aggressiveness so I either don’t see it or ignore it, thinking it’s your personality “tick” and not about me. I like a level of directness that seems anathema to my calm, jovial, intellectual self.
“Hey, Kyle wanna fuck on Tuesday afternoon?”
“After 5pm? Sure!” (That bold? I’m going to literally, and figurative, fuck the taste out of his mouth.)
What happens though is I am sort of Venn Diagrammed into a stunted, runted sexuality litter. By that, I mean my interest in sex and sexuality came from exploring my own not just personally, but also intellectually—-eventually having so many answers and understandings, that I started teaching thousands upon thousands of workshops in NYC.
But that level of LGBTSGL sexuality knowledge is unusual, particularly for a Black man, pointedly for someone who is not a doctor. Many of my workshops involve some level of explanation about “the basics” as I consider stuff about physiology, biology, sexuality, identity, etc.. Most men don’t know—-say 75% of all gay, bi, omni, pansexual men—-because those sexualities tend to be hidden, veiled, pointedly from my generation of men between 30 to 50 (really two overlapping generations).
Delving deeper into that 75%, say half of that cohort being Black and Latino (there are 5 to 6x more White people—-men in America, than both ethnicities) means that the number rises—-I might “know” more than about 90% of Blacks and Latinos—-hence why I get paid for the workshops. I’m never in a group, teaching, or doing a book presentation where I don’t get at least a dozen questions about something I would consider basic. That basicness then translates to sex and answers some of the first part of this piece—-the general statistics around Sexually Transmitted Infections.
Most men, White, Black, Latino, Asian, other, don’t know about how STIs are transmitted, one.
Two, they may engage in behavior that actually help facilitate infection. Some of the above risk factors have to do mainly with how one treats one’s body. Smoking, drinking, drugs, even tattooing, are a form of self harm. Now we can put along a continuum minor self harm—-say 1 alcoholic drink at a Christmas party once a year—-it’s so negligible that it will be out of your system in days and the fact that you normally abstain until a special event and even then have a small amount—-has other suggestions about your general health attitudes and efforts. Comparing that spectrum to piercings, tattoos (I have none and would only get one if I were put into a concentration camp), never smoked, never done drugs (might do it in my 50s/60s just to round out life experiences.) Psychologically some people do more self0harm, in the name of other interests and vices. No judgment. I simply don’t in those ways, which I think influences my sexuality along STIs/safe sex. Working for agencies like GMHC I suggested that their prevention programs were stalled in the outcome intention rather than perhaps interviewing those of us who performed safe sex constantly and religiously—-to investigate our mentalities, mindsets, habits. There is a reason and methodology to why I’m HIV-, having been sexually active, a lot, for over 20 years.
I feel all wild and loosey goosey if I have 3–4 drinks a YEAR. While many of my relatives/close family had alcoholic issues/tendencies—-I don’t. I went for years with my mother as a teen to AA and NA meetings so I got a deep insight into using substances to alleviate problems, and I never have. I have never been sad, depressed, upset and taken a drink. And I’ve never done drugs.
I didn’t even drink alcohol until I was 25 and a professor/mentor took me out to lunch after classes every week, and insisted I learn my limit of alcohol, which I did, which I know. Compound into that that it wasn’t until 2018/2019 on vacation, that I actually was intoxicated after a couple of drinks, where I had sex. However, I Venn Diagram into sexualities that often use alcohol to lower internal inhibitions about same sex coupling. I’ve never had to do that or wanted to.
For me it’s more like Yes or No?
Interest or disinterest? If I have Yes-Interest—-I do it.
No, that’s pretty much it. If I have Disinterest/No—-I say so or get up and leave, or both.
Sexual Abuse and Its’ Influence to My Sexuality
Part of what developing a healthy sexuality was/is for me, after dealing with childhood sexual abuse was to separate that violation from my sexuality. Which I have. Going to Incest Anonymous meetings for years in my teens and 20s, being in therapy for a year every teen and adult decade of my life, call it a sum total of 5 years of therapy, and then pretty much absorbing half the books on sexual abuse and sexuality and then writing magazine cover stories, fiction, etc. about it.
What this does/has done, is that I have Map in my head of myself and there are regions on my Self Map where I go Oh, those are the acres that sexual abuse “touched”—-where I might be engaged in something and it will remind me of one of my two abusing cousins—-and I’ve learned to sit with it, examine it: memory flash, memory, similarity? To consider it.
Logically, there will be random things and emotional things and ticks and bobs, that will remind me of them/the abuse. Say for example, a porn star in something I’m watching, looks like one of my cousins. Acknowledge that. He’s not my cousin, but his body, build, coloring, reminds me of him.
Okay, now what?
You have to consciously tell your brain, yourself, this is not that. This is not the same thing.
Your brain is like a giant library that cross references everything you perceive—-we have to consciously put the books in order or limit references or delete connections.
Deeper, we have to examine—-what does that make me feel? Revulsion, attraction, interest, disinterest?
Then we have to consider that those patches of acreage happened at a young age—-before all of the proper boundaries were set up within me, so some of my connections will be free floating, from a child’s perspective, from a limited sexual education perspective.
Ah, ok—-I can like that as an adult—-it may have even happened as a child and this is reminiscent but it is not all connected.
Hamburger-jerky-steak.
All beef but not all from the same cow or the same kind of meal. I would say this is one of the deeper reasons why I like directness, honesty, and when pursued by closeted, confused, DL men—-have pretty much 99% of the time been confused or rejected them. I like transparency in my sexual activities. If you’re veiling your sexuality, that’s not transparency, so the coating or frosting on the cake is shit to me—-and I like cake—-but you’re a cake covered in shit.
I’m sure I’ve been with someone who wasn’t out or was closeted but that was generally a basic hook-up. Hi, let’s fuck. Simple. I’m not engaging in your psyche, thoughts, self and you won’t/aren’t into mine—-we’re engaging solely in the sexual.
An interesting aside to that is that I’m emotionally close, fun, joking, teasing, passionate in sex, but one of my turn-ons with a hook up, is silence. Hard to get with a person but I have also experimented with escorts and before they come over, I instruct that I don’t want/need to talk about it beyond general niceties. I don’t care who your political, religious choices are, your favorite color, your bisexuality—-you/we are here for sexual exercise and intimacy. I do a lot of talking and thinking everyday, at work, for business, on TV—-the last fucking thing I want to do is listen to you to/for/during sex, that isn’t about boundaries or comfort.
Sex is like Disneyland for me—-no one wants a 90 minute presentation on dying seals and your shitty childhood BEFORE entering the park.
I am not your sex therapist, counselor or encyclopedia, during sex. Now, yes, I know a lot and we can explore that in pleasure, but I really don’t care to hear too much during sex, especially if we’re not dating and I don’t have to attend to your feelings—-because during sex, beyond safety-boundaries, if it’s Fun—-I have zero interest in attending to your feelings.
Now in a relationship THAT’S the extra men and women have gotten from me. Kyle is deeply committed and loyal to you and your needs—-in a deeper relationship. Hook ups I extend my general care and boundaries to not hurt you as I do to other humans, animals, plants, children in life in general—-yes, you are special but you aren’t the MOST special to me.
Think of it like the Four Seasons hotel—-wow, the rooms nice, yes the suites are gorgeous too.
No, you are not cleared for the Penthouse floors.
Once I was dating a guy that I really liked—-Potential Special, it was still in the early phase so I also had Fuck Buddies——in being alert to his feelings, I didn’t talk to him about the 5 or so Fuck Buddies I had, but as we moved from dating to a relationship, I minimized seeing my Fuck Buddies. Those 5 guys were exercise, sexercise. I broke up with a guy a few years ago and threw him out literally on a Wednesday. Saturday night I called over a trusted ex to test the sexual batteries—-I thought I was losing my mojo—-no, it was incompatibility with my ex. But I was willing to sexually engage a few days later to integrate myself.
That ability to be On/Off is often confusing to men because they bond sexually. Oxytocin. I don’t. And that’s okay. I’ve often told men who wanted an LTR that the faster I have sex with you, the more I’m trying to get past you/use you for pleasure to be ready for the guy whom I am singular with, chaste too.
The comedian Ali Wong summed it up nicely: If I fuck you on the first date, it’s to get you out of the way so that I can meet and fall in love with someone I really like. I’m fucking you so soon for you to go.
Pretty/Handsome—Others and Myself
God don’t like ugly and He’s not too fond of pretty either.
My mother owned a fashion business and they would regularly practice for shows in our apartment—-dressing and undressing in lingerie and such—-using my bedroom as a changing room. For years I was inundated by highly attractive men and women——my mother even offering to set up a business deal with the lady of my choice to be a bay surrogate.
Looks means less to me than people think—-or better, I look past looks because I’ve been around so many pretty people. Now I’ve had lots of relationships with stunningly beautiful men and women because I don’t treat them like their looks. I often tell people that a beautiful woman and smart man (me), have one thing in common——people have CONSTANTLY told us we’re smart or beautiful so it not only falls on deaf ears, but we might even low rank you for announcing the obvious. (I have had several beautiful women, smart to, who expressed this. It is the most fucking obvious thing about us that we’ve probably been told since we were children. Imagine someone told you that you have two arms. “Those are your two arms. Oh, your arms. Those are your arms under that jacket, in that sweater. Your arms.” Are you going to feel deep and giggly about them for noticing your obvious….arms?)
I’ve felt attractive and am happy with myself, being conscious enough to exercise regularly and more as needed, dress well, buy well made quality clothing, take care of myself physically, dentally, etc..
Space, Clothes, Bedroom
As a libertine and a sensualist, I enjoy good clothing, good fabrics (silks, Egyptian cottons, 100% natural fibers) and have worked to be able to afford my aesthetic and always have a king sized bed; I also have experimented with colors/fabrics at home—-like red velvet curtains, deep golds, burnt oranges, black—-I sleep and have done so for about 25 years, under candlelight from a mediation space near my bed, no electronics, a few books and plants—-the bedroom for rest, meditation and fornication.
I like multi hundred count sheets, lots of pillow, like a dozen; silk pajamas or light cottons and I even have a stuffed animal or two—-I used to have a stuffed rabbit that had a zipper in the back where one could discreetly keep condoms and lube.
I generally have multiple levels of lighting and candlelight going. I play music sometimes or on loop/continuous play for sometimes 48 hours—-very low, like a whisper—-Love Supreme by Coltrane or Prince or Toni Morrison reading one of her novels—-I also have made dedicated Playlist that I call Fuck Tunes for when I have intended company of songs I like, sensual, fun. I’m not huge on scented candles—-but sometimes for extended periods in a large pot on a very, very low simmer I’ll put cinnamon, orange rinds, honey, pumpkin, chocolate and let that be the “scent of the house”. Certain scents are erotically stimulating to men so I like them in the air for myself and a guest.
I once tried a pumpkin spice candle and it was a little too heavy so I generally refrain from the big mixed candles you see in stores. I might add oil drops—-I found this great place that makes scents of everything form cookies to cupcakes to sugar to spices to pumpkin to chocolate—-I’ll buy a small bottle and include it to my own personal scent mix—-I never tell it all but my favorites are Armani Gio, Creed, Issey Miyake, Jean Paul Gaultier, and then I zhuzh it up with other ingredients scents to create my own smell. I used to be really into making lotions with unique scents and such. Just having sensual fun while taking long bubble baths—-which I try to do everyday.
I like and wear good clothing. I luxuriate n good clothing. Emporio Armani suits, good shirts, warm cotton and wool sweaters, good underwear, structured t-shirts. I work hard and enjoy comfortable, stylish clothing. This years accomplish is that I bought my most expensive pair of shoes—-another pair of Ferragamo's for $900. My first pair I’ve had for twenty years so I joke I’ll probably be buried in these but things like that and my Durango boots and my platform leather or suede boots turn me on. The sensual enjoyment of it, a fireplace, a good meal, an interesting drink or two (Manhattan Bourbon Up)….stimulating, sexual, silky, sensual.
Generosity
I’m comfortable giving. Most gay men seem to lose their minds about this and attribute possessiveness to it. I like good food—-restaurants—-you want to have dinner there with me? You don’t have to suck my dick for the meal. Say thank you.
I like to give books, birthday gifts, fun things that i saw and thought of you. I give because I enjoy it, makes me feel good and hopefully makes you feel good. If you attach anything more to that, you’re a goddamn fool.
Men throughout time have used their resources to attract and keep the best mates. Unfortunately not growing up trained by men in manhood and obtaining men, gay men lose this step and reduce it to possessiveness I give because I have and I am powerful enough NOT to need to possess you. I want you to be free and happy.
Generous men are better lovers so if I see you being stingy—-yeah, that’s how you lose points with me. I don’t live in a headspace where I’m just trying to get my nut. in fact, I prefer orgasms over ejaculation—-that would be Advanced sexual capabilities so the constant push to have me ejaculate is you not listening to me and understanding while we might be physiologically the same, we don’t all derive pleasure in the same ways. I enjoy having a dozen orgasms and not ejaculating. You ejaculate and have an orgasm seemingly simultaneously, once. Poor you.
Ruining A Woman/Man/Protection-Loyalty
I’m willing to do things. To love another human, to listen to them, to love them, to give to them, to show up and be present to RUIN another human being for those who come after me. I excel at destroying men and women with kindness, with love, with presence. I am competitive to outlast, outstrip and outdo even a casual Fun date’s expectations and for sure give a run for affectionate money to your next LTR.
I don't know if all INTJs are like this but I am your gladiator. I might seem bookish and distracted and reading three books at once but if you say something or something occurs—-and I know it’s Go Time, I’m ride or die—-I’ve already thought about what I would do, if I had to do whatever I had to do in loyalty, protection, etc..
Don’t make me have to GET UP. If I have to GET UP—-it’s Go Time.
Tell the motherfucker upsetting you at your job, in your family, down the block—-”Look, just stop right now because Kyle is going to find out you’re upsetting me and I don’t know if I can stop him. Hell, I don’t even know what he might just do to you before even I know he’s going to do something to you. Just stop, right now, for your own safety….and so your family knows where you’re buried.”
GET UP # 1
I was on the #7 train with—-let’s call him, Eissa—-a Turkish LTR. Riding from Manhattan back to our apartment in Flushing, late at night, like 4AM. We’re all canoodled up on the empty car, clearly a couple and a pack of thugs suddenly bursts on—-about 5 of them—-and later Eissa said it was like I changed as I stared at them, as they walked past us. I made eye contact with every single one of them.
“Uh uh, motherfuckers. We’re not the ones. Keep moving.” Had there been some shit, I would’ve killed at least one of them. He had never seen me so ferocious.
GET UP # 2
Another time, again in Queens, I had a pleasant first date at home—-cooked him dinner—-with a 6′8 Italian—-let’s call him Gino. So I was walking him back along Hillside Ave in Jamaica, Queens to the LIRR train stop to get him home when a van cuts us off at a street crossing. It was about 2 AM. Three guys jump out of the van—-one filming us with a video camera, another with a baseball bat.
I had nothing on me but my wallet and keychain, in shirt and summer shorts. I pushed Gino behind me—-I believe he was literally pissing his pants—-and I calmly beckoned them to come on, that I wouldn't get all of them but I would kill at least one of them—-who was ready to die tonight?
I was so calm that they stopped, jeered, got back into the van and drove off. I took Gino home to get a cab for him instead. And yes, the adrenaline promptly turned into fucking him. lol
GET UP # 3
I’ve been to jail and had to sit there and was Outted and no one put their hands on me.
GET UP # 4
I had to threaten my stepfather who was cheating on my terminal mother and stealing money, that he didn’t understand the parent/child bond—-he wasn’t bond and hadn’t raised me in any way, my being an adult and living on my own when they got together. I would gladly kill him to rid us of his dysfunction, and as we were in the South, a Black man’s body on the side of the road wouldn’t be unusual. hell, I’d file the missing persons report myself afterwards,
There is a line, a space of integrity, morality, loyalty, ferocity that I am fortunate to have been tested to learn how to access, that a few friends have said if and when the zombie apocalypse happens, they’ll come to my house or find me, because I’m ready.
Just light a light switch—-On/Off. GET UP. Go time.
My Last INTJ Bon Mont
When I was a wee bairn—-4 years old—-my mother was bringing me home from pre-school. We turned the corner—-two children were playing tennis with rackets and a glass bottle—-the bottle shattered, glass showering into my eye. I had to have surgery. Luckily it didn’t cut the cornea so there was no permanent damage but this past month I was at my optometrist for annual testing and new set up of glasses and contact lenses.
A coworker the next day asked me about the visit, the cost, etc.. I relayed the story of my eye injury and the subsequent extra expense of astigmatism caused by it. And in revenge, against Latino men, I regularly fuck them in the ass.
It was a treat to see a Black woman turn beet red, laughing hysterically at my audaciously true comment said in such a neutral tone. That about sums up my personality type and sex.
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