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Saturday, March 11, 2023

How does an older gay bottom attract tops? by #KylePhoenix

 

It’s difficult. A lot of male sexuality, whether hetero or not, is based upon virility, masculinity, testosterone, power, stamina, resilience. In working on a long term project, Lived Lives——an examination of LGBTSGL sexuality beyond simply positions, sex, relationships, etc.—-instead looking deeply into HOW and WHAT their LGBTSGL lives are like throughout a lifetime. The absence of this is from the world, humanity, not having a clear space/path for LGBTSGL in history/society. Humans learn from role modelling so LGBTSGL folk are sort of making it up as they live/go along.

Which means that men don’t always have a clear path-role modelling for how to be/age especially as men. Which further means that the way LGBTSGL sexuality has occurred—-fast, hidden, closeted, semi-out, self-designed, shame related——as we move past 2015 (legally Federal marriage) which means those born after 2000 are having an entirely different experiences of their Lived Lives—-Out, future capable, fluidic, transparent, legal, acceptable, protected, etc..

It seems like a broad roundabout way of discussing age, Bottoms, sex, etc. but men in my workshops are similar to children who have missed middle school and high school—-right from (hetero) elementary school to (life) college but without the interim life tools. Heteros get that role modelling so they know what’s happening and what will happen.

Men, particularly, Bottoms don’t recognize what it means to be in a sexual cohort/group that, as a man, who is 80% populated by Bottoms/Versatiles——they have one surefire route to longer term satisfaction—-become Versatile. But men, no matter sexuality, are stubborn and men who come out/act into a sexuality different than the predominant hetero they’ve grown up with, often stay limited in their choices because in regards to a stigmatized sexuality it is the only thing they may have chosen, created, designed in their lives.

I write. It fills me, my work and the other extensions of it. But not everyone has this, such a work. Most people have jobs/careers, families, etc. but something deeply personal, like sexuality-identity, is oftentimes for men, for Bottoms, something, something they have created of themselves, for themselves. And the idea of a man shifting his masculinity to be penetrated by another man, is a big thing for a man to overcome, to move through, to get to as an adult.

And then they get old. And not everyone is in super duper hunky abs shape.

Boys Just Wanna Have Fun

Sometimes when I’m prepping materials or research or even for my own dating, I look through all of the connection/dating sites and see lots of men, thousands of men. Most of them are normal, average men but right next to those profiles are general ads that are from R rated to XXX rated ads for porn or live sex shows. The marketplace is saturated with an idea, an ideology, constant imagery-education of available sex, it creates a distorted expectation of Lived reality.

(Yes, one of my pet peeves because of the over-work I have to do in workshops—-is the dismantling of the false-fantasy expectations of porn.)

But that porn fantasy shows men, of amazing body physiques, rampantly hard and deeply capable of fucking and being fucked for hours—-and being attracted to one another as a sort of obsessive indulgence.

“Mongo have cock? Ooooh, I love Mongo because he has a cock!”

Porn suggests a bypassing of the thousands of ticks and bits and bobs that construct attraction, sexual connectivity—-so men, particularly Bottoms who are now not just showing ass shots—-graphically in a very bluntly obtuse way are splayed out, showing their anuses in online profile pics.

“See! Mongo has anus that you Top wanna penetrate! So you must like me because here is Mongo’s anus! which you are immediately attracted to and want desperately because Mongo’s anus exists.”

It’s a form of porn induced desperation at not knowing how to simply Be, how to attract a man, how to be attractive to a man, how to seduce a non-hetero men. That being a receptive homosexual man doesn’t mean one has to adjust one’s personality, presentation and give to another human being to be attractive. It’s a reciprocal give and take cyclical, repetitive process that non-hetero men don’t learn.

Time After Time

Men age. Estrogen increases, fat deposits increase, hair greys, hair falls out, aches and pains and most importantly, a counter-thesis, the anti-thesis of LGBTSGL community, occurs—-aging.

Men get older.

Now the benefit of being a Top is that whether with the aid of Viagra or Cialis, on sildenafil—-you can keep being a Top well into your 90s. This is aided by the fact that 20% of the available men, Tops, (actually 10% being closeted/in traditional relationships with women) are able to have their pick of the other 80% of men.

Now several interesting things happen, generally speaking to men as we age.

  • We get more mature,
  • we make more (our resources increase),
  • we are generally more confident

so a lot of the pre-2000 LGBTSGL issues for Tops and Bottoms/Versatiles shifts, due to age. Pointedly around confidence—-so they overall become more assertive, but the milieu—-gay society——is still grounded in missing those middle/high school sociality years—-where heteros are role model taught how to be, age, live, love—-and instead are inundated with the push of a skewed-education from porn creating false (sexual-relational) expectations.

Bottoms are then hit with hard truths:

  • Bottoms, Betas, are commonplace and therefore of less value as LGBTSGL men.
  • Coupled with age and normal-average bodies in the majority, 90% of gay men, means that the Bottoms are not getting sexier as they get older to a grouping of men geared towards youth as sex appeal.
  • Bottoms lose value in the Gay World based upon positionality, due to manshit-masculinity bs, and that increases exponentially for personal connection-satisfaction when they aren’t open to being Versatile.

What happens is they too have an attraction/education/predilection to young, virile men so their attraction targeted demographic—Tops—-are also looking for younger men, looking for men to share resources (which a lot of my workshop attendees were doing in some shape, form or fashion to get attention) and then in aging, estrogen lowers testosterone in men, more produced of the first so less of the latter, effecting sex drive.

Bottoms over a certain age become, even if they honestly have or blindly self absorb into their lives, involuntary celibates. They might language it as “there are no good men” but in truth their sexual positionality has not outlasted their “sell by date”.

The True Colors Solutions?

One.

Date regularly. Most gay men don’t date, ask men out, go out with them, invite them out, engage men constantly and often—-which means they would develop dating into a skill. Instead they stay on the sofa (with Netflix and porn) and expect Mr. Perfect (With a Raging Hard On) to come crashing through the window from GrubHub.

Two.

Try to date within 10 years of your age range. Bottoms-Betas are attracted to Alpha males, who might be in their prime, so they aim for 20s, 30s—-as the Bottoms-Betas, move into their 40s and 50s and older. Not understanding that those men are peer fucking, rather than as a norm aiming older, because they too are saturated in gay social-human world ideology. Dating, practicing it, becoming good at it, means that there is a greater chance of being in an LTR or finding them in ones 40s and 50s and older.

My older participants 40s-higher——who haven’t learned how to date, to ask men out, to pay for dates—-find themselves, Bottoms, who are alone, more and more, or having to make compromises around integrity, safety, etc. to have short or longer term companionship. Which is where the inundation of “freaky”, kinky men over 40 come from.

“Maybe if I do more, give more, have less boundaries, less restrictions—-I can both explore my fantasies an ideas—-and become more available to more men.”

Three.

Versatility. Because it’s one of the few self-designed aspects of their lives and such a fixture in gay sexuality to have a sexual position—almost to the point of being an identity—-it’s never considered as a limitation rather than attached to the self-aggrandizement of being non-heterosexual. Sexual position becomes the foundation of an identity rather than an aspect of one’s sexuality. But most LGBTSGL make their sexuality their identity, rather making that too an aspect of an overall identity.

Which is severely limiting. In healthy long-term relationships, men who have sex with men, there is often an exploration of all positionality, as well as defining open and closed relationships around monogamy and sexual exploration, what monogamy is—-mainly due to testosterone enhanced by two men being in close contact—-which means that even Bottoms who are single—-regularly hanging out with male friends, going to clubs, etc. are still simultaneously influenced by estrogen—-softening their bodies—-and testosterones pressing their sex drive, to be with men. But then one has to “do” things to be satisfied as one might initially want. Versatility allows for something beyond Bottoming—-a different orientation of giving to a man emotionally, sexually, physically for his pleasure—-which leads to Four.

Four

Is that gay men are generally so focused on getting their satisfaction met that they don’t communicate or seek to please, to give pleasure—-the overall assumption—-further perpetuated by social blindness from those missed “social middle/high schooling grades” and an inundation of porn to assist in the individual, by hit and miss, constructing a sexuality, sexual position, into their overall identity.

Which says if you’re fucking a guy, being fucked—-he must like it. So you don’t have to be concerned about what he likes—-because he’s a Bottom and you, Topping him, should be his totality of pleasure. To be consciously Versatile means that one has to reorient themselves, generally to not only receiving but actively, giving pleasuring, learning about pleasure as a cooperative experience not a singular goal to only receive.

Age and Lived Lives

It changes more dramatically, aging, as a Lived Life, for Bottoms, than Tops or Versatiles, because there’s an overabundance of Bottoms, of all ages, about 70–80% of the total male LGBTSGL group. And to the hard truth of same sex relationships—-the personal value and productivity has to be created, there’s no societal need for homosexuals—-one has to find, create, attach to it for one’s own sake, and identity satisfaction.

Unlike hetero relationships there aren’t Life Stages where men have other identity markers—-children, grandchildren, businesses, marriage expectations, etc.—-which if I were to add Five, would be what I tell men in workshops—-get a life, something productive that isn’t sexuality focused. Some people volunteer at gay organizations—-which is good, but try something else. Something that gets you out into the world in a way where Tops/Alphas can find you because some, perhaps not all, will be happy with an age peer—-within 10 to 15 years of your age—-and not repulsed by wrinkles, lack of firm and taut bodies, potential aging in a partner, and illness in the future.

Ironically younger Betas under 40 are attracted to older men who are Alphas/Tops because of maturity, confidence, resources which is why age disparate relationships are as natural in LGBTSGL relationships as hetero, younger to older. But that changes as those same Betas cross the 35–40 threshold.

Bottoms then have to look at their identity strategically, do more, be more active and targeted and change their lives—-which is why so many end up involuntary celibates—-because they don’t, won’t change. It was one of the reasons why I wrote The Definitive Guide to Pleasuring Tops, Bottoms and Versatiles.

Yeah, it gets deep…..

The Definitive Guide to Pleasuring Tops, Bottoms and Versatiles: A Guide for Bi, Gay, Omnisexual and Same Gender Loving Men (4th Edition)
2021 EDITION Information captured from hundreds of workshops with men, surveys and in person counseling sessions, this book outlines what men who have sex with men like, feel, want and the sensations and actions that lead to pleasure. Includes Bonus Book: Mastering Online Dating! This book in the...

Heterosexuality, yes, creating its’ own incels, has more social places for men as they age.

Now those LGBTSGL born after 2000 will manage this better, overcome this faster, because the society around them has changed its’ attitude towards their Lived Lives.

#KylePhoenix

#TheKylePhoenixShow

Friday, March 3, 2023

What do you say to a gay kid? by #KylePhoenix

 

I was an LGBTSGL Youth Coordinator. I got the job because the middle School I worked for was down the block. I’d found the men’s group online and went to their meetings in Greenwich Village—-it was about 6 months before I understood their main office was two blocks away form the school I worked at. So I went there and particularly regularly on Thursdays after work, for a men’s group. After a year I felt having done a 6 week training about safe sex and HIV and such that——-looking around the room, there was no chance of romance—-and the meeting topics were getting repetitive. Then the facilitator asked would I consider guest teaching. I did a few times, it went well and then he actually said I inspired him to follow his Life’s Purpose, to be a Pastor, so he quit. (I’m that effective of a teacher! lol)

At the middle school we had several children's with sexual issues/expressions——the kids were eventually having sex parties at 2 to 14 years old so we did in-services from the Dept. of Health with them but several were committed to non-heterosexuality. The Administration asked if I could take one of the oldest to the gay org down the block that had a youth program. We went and it was sort of iffy so I told the student he didn’t have to feel pressure t return and we chatted. he was a Pisces—-he’s married now—-but he had a penchant for picking out the cutest boys and girls. I even once had to push them into a cab to take them to his boyfriends mother’s job across town as they were about to get into a fight with other teenagers.

And the Pisces—-DayDay could fight—-he was about to whop some ass for the homophobia. (I was in my suede boots and it was snowy and icy, so I would have, if a fight broke out and I fell, I would have taken off my boots and whopped some kid-teen ass, so to save us all ending up at the precinct, I hailed a cab.)

Then the Executive Director of the gay org said if I left the school to give him a employment shot at me. Turns out a few months later, my boss was interviewing to leave after her doctorate so I started interviewing and was about to go back knot securities litigation——but I dropped by the gay org and the Youth Coordinator had up and quit, taking all of his depression teen/young adult youth who had been crusty with me and DayDay, with him.

I was hired on the spot and tasked with completing their summer cookout—-all this food had been bought so I journeyed to the Bronx (which I rarely, rarely ever do) to the garden spot with supplies.

The former Youth Coordinator and his desultory gay youth all mean mugged me projecting that I was a representative of the gay org (technically now getting his paycheck)—-I told them it was the Bronx, they were depressing, it was hot—-there was no need for me to be there, so I gave them the groceries and went home.

That Monday I had a serious talk with the ED—-what the hell had happened and why send me to new Viet Nam with them hoodrats who if it hadn’t of been daylight might have gone for my wallet?

After a lot of who shot John, we cleared up it had been the coordinator’s issues/immaturity that led to his quitting. I made it clear to stay on I would start from scratch, recruiting and programmatic design.

I have one youth member those first few days—-and technically he was 27, for a program designed by grants to service 14 to 27 year old's. lol

I started getting creative—-since I was already facilitating the Thursday all ages men’s group, I was able to pull some under 27s from there and then talk to them about recruitment.

I specifically, much to the consternation of the Program Director and ED, would not replicate what the previous coordinator had done.

  • No full Fridays and Saturdays of PlayStation and movies.
  • Turns out a lot of the older members were chickenhawking - trying to fuck the youth so the world AROUND THE CITY was to avoid the program.
  • 90% of the budget was my salary.

I made it clear that first you feed boys and girls ,so there was always plenty of food and beverages, a good hot meal for at least 20 of them Fridays and Saturdays, all day, all night. The few that came/stayed, I made a deal with them—-you give me 1 hour each weekend day to do some sort of educational programming and then you can design the rest of the time but it will not be vegging out on video games and popcorn and movies. Something constructive must occur.

(That first meeting one of the old youth members went off on me in the meeting—-so I threw him out. I made it clear that I was the benevolent dictator who would love to entertain their ideas and democracy but there would not be disrespecting of me, each other, sexuality, race or that funny looking short kid in the corner. I’m your de facto teacher, your friend, but we’re not total equals. I am an adult and I require you to act like one too. This was a safe space.)

(As the old coordinator had to scramble for a job, he couldn’t immaturely enmesh with the youth, so several came back. It was never clear why he quit, what the supervisors had done, what the grumbling youth were upset about—-I think it boiled down to he didn’t know how to move them along in life so they mired in teen misery and funked up their office with semen stench and body odor and poverty.)

But by then I’d been shaking my Rolodex and making connections to programs—-for GEDs, jobs, counseling, housing—-and designing pamphlets to pass out—-I would go down to Chelsea Piers where I’d hung out as a LGBTSGL teen, and literally passed out thousands of pamphlets throughout the night, luckily I lived like 10 blocks across town so it was an easy walk home—-but more importantly made it clear that I was the Coordinator and on my honor, they would be safe there——oh, and I had food and MetroCards—-”just sign right there and I’ll spot you some of these MetroCards I have in hand—-come uptown Friday or Saturday.”

It took about a year’s time but I had a rotation of about 80 youth, 14 to 27, coming in for counseling, job info, shelter-apartment advice referrals, food, fun, friends, with the ones over 21 I even did workshops in nightclubs to teach them how to responsibly drink and chat folk up.

I was available mentor—-and harangued the agency for computers for my large office space and then Citibank came in to set them up with checking accounts and then when the agency fucked up a co-grant of $75k with Visiting Nurse Services—-me and the VNS staff did an end run around our bosses—-who wanted the money/.their bosses needed the youth—-and they would sit across the street with platters of food, social workers and gift cards—-watch my bosses leave them come upstairs to the Friday/Saturday programming. I eventually got other non=profits involved to hire students, to have programming at their sites, to essentially offset my program having no money.

What did I tell them, the youth?

That you MUSTN’T stay here. Literally or figuratively.

This is at best a waystation. You must become bigger, better, broader than your sexuality. All that I need to teach you about safe sex I can cover in a few sessions. I can teach you relationship and negotiative skills. Financial skills. But the hard truth is that the world will not be going away, you must build yourself in order to get out there and deal with it.

“I am here to teach you resilience and smarts and capabilities. Your sexuality is neither new nor fascinating with the lint in your navel you need to be obsessed about. you must become something more than the capabilities of your crotch.”

Years later, I was coming back from one of my day long stays at the beach, and tired of the hour long train ride, got off to sit in the cool 7pm eve of Prospect Park, have an ice cream cone.

And one of my youth, ten years out, strolled on over to me and we started talking.

He’d continued working, was considering further education, was HIV- and told me that he could now reflectively understand what I tell all of my students—-”What I am saying to you, teaching you, you may not even hear for 10 years.”

What had stuck with him in his travels, work, school, etc. was that during a workshop I’d talked about coming out, my own experiences—-I being uniquely a sensible, non-sexualizing of them (as most of the staff did) Black man who’d been out and about and educated since he was a teen. That one comes out constantly, over and over and over, to each person, to new people—-it is normal as there is a heterosexual assumption.

(I personally did not remember saying that specifically but when you run 30 hours of programming, workshops and counseling, bluntly you say A LOT to help, entertain, teach, move along——it sounded like my logic. lol)

He’d taken that nugget and run with it, lived it, seen it, learned to expand his life.

Another youth who was in his first relationship with one of the other teens who was a ne’er do well, I bluntly told him, as my mother told me, he was from a single mother household but nerdy, super smart, in college—-”Stop fucking down, fuck UP.” He finally got the hint, saw the messed up youth clearer and is now an executive in Europe!

  • Several I got into the beginning paraprofessional teaching program of City Year—-salary, MetroCards, uniforms, college tuition money. A couple of them have gone on to continue in education.
  • A couple are dead due to mental illness, drugs, etc..
  • One chose to purposefully become HIV+ to stabilize his life as he had no family and was hooking to survive.
  • More went to college, got their GEDs, enrolled into college.
  • Became productive, thoughtful, working men.
  • I became close with a big contributor, Van Amerigen, because he so loved what i was doing, he gave nice chunks of cash.
  • You cannot save everyone—I tell my students that people die every day—-emotionally, psychically, spiritually, physically—-I cannot save anyoneBut I can teach you how to save your self.

There was a lot of coworker pushback—-how could I possibly want lil’ Black and brown gay chilluns to become something? How could I not allow them to be sexualized by the older men?

In truth, after seeing how deeply corrupt the agency was, they’re shutdown now, a few years after I quit/was laid off (on the same day that I’d accepted a position teaching with Gay Men’s Health Crisis at TWICE the salary!)

I make it clear, my mantra to put students of all ages on a timer and to remind myself the difference between chosen work and a blind vocation—-I will not be available to them forever. Don’t waste my fucking time. If you stay in any of my programs, you just become something, do something, try something. You ain’t cute enough to sit here and chew gum and waste oxygen.

Thanks to their oversharing online I can keep track of about 90% of them because when I saw how corrupt the agency was socially, professionally, sexually—-one, you won’t find it on my resume or LinkedIn and two, I dismantled the program from the inside—-found them jobs, schools, volunteering—-they had to go. Year 1, I built up the program to 80+ revolving youth—-got them grant numbers up—-used Year 2 for program enhancements and problem solving, and then six months to get them all out of the program/agency. Like a circular weird movie/song—-the first youth, the 27 year old was the last one left right before I accepted the position at GMHC.

I recommend you tell them ways to survive, thrive, become more than their sexuality—-it’s what I tell straight folk….oooh, and my trans students and the skoliosexuals and the intersexed and the short funny looking kid in the corner…who wanted to start a (self) pitying party but I told him to get off the cross, we need the wood. And actualized folk, no matter their sexuality.

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It’s kind of good. I was just laying in bed, cuddled with my wealth of pillows and comforters and thinking on what my next moves were going to be. Two books had arrived from the printer (of course there are minor corrections, but that’s to be expected.)

Rewind.

I was on the #5 bus headed up Broadway to the post office to pick up this box of books. And since it was just a short jaunt of a few blocks, I had my phablet and was listening to music but hadn’t brought along a book. So I was thinking.

I was thinking about a past relationship and as I am inclined to do—-getting a little steamed about the thought, person, argument. Replaying it in my head and looking at it from a new angle—-which was spurred by a spontaneous dinner with a colleague a few weeks ago and she’d asked me about my dating life, as we’d talked about hers. I laughingly told her a comment a guy had made, judgmental but complimentary, yet it had taken me a couple of years past the relationship, to realize he meant that he was intimidated by me. It didn’t help that my bus ride, weeks later, was to pick up a book that had included bits and pieces of that relationship, fictionalized.

This is why said gumball was rolling around at the back of my mind. I get to the post office——frightened there will be a long line in the middle of the afternoon—-no line! I wait maybe 30 seconds and hand my slip to the attendant and a minute later have this huge box in my tote bag. I open it in the park across the street and the books are brand new and sexy and pretty and heavy and smell good and when I page flip, the text is crisp and visible.

I start smiling and beaming, overjoyed.

I realized, running mentally through past classmates and friends and folk who wanted to be writers that I’m standing here with more of my books, adding to the passel selling around the world. I’m not just blooming with gratitude and joy, I’m grateful that I’m not living the tortured life of some other folk.

I made a decision over 10 years ago to step out of the matrix known as Corporate America——having done financial work, securities litigation work, a host of things, a strong resume——for education and then used my time to control my schedule and to simply write.

Write, I do.

When I was young, scoring 6,7,8 grades ahead of my own peers on Standardized tests and imagining what I might be interested in, I was writing. I never took my writing “business” seriously so after undergrad I went into companies because they were “serious business”. You get to go up in the elevator and you have a desk—-that one!—-and it’s yours and you decorate it. Eventually I didn’t decorate as much because I was consulting so there were time limits on how long I would be there. I made it a point to not get comfortable. To not make that part of my identity. For about 10 years or so I didn’t know what the alternative to that corporate identity was….because I liked business, liked the intricacy of it, had owned several businesses as a child/teenager.

I even had friends/schoolmates who sailed into CA, never to be heard from again…..until I saw FB pics or them on the street—-fatter, a lot less hair. I realized they had a desk and probably decorated it, perhaps even the Holy Grail——an office—-a room, a little room in a bigger office, that is yours, but not really yours.

But I get to—-write even this blog post—-write a novel most of my working time, my work now taking up about 5 hours of active working. The other 35 is my writing Kyle stuff. I’ve been offered several promotions, could get all ambitious and hungry, and play dirty games……but I can literally feel the days, the hours, when I write less at work. When work takes up too much of my attention away from my Life’s Purpose.

I’m living and creating my Life’s Purpose. Yes, I know when I die, but I often think about what happens if I die this year? To the books? The TV show? I then think in production plans and product plans, I have to make an Exit Strategy plan for me, in case of death.

I used to think my giftedness meant I could do anything, that I could simply focus and learn and master anything—-which I sort of can. Which for awhile provided a whole range of possibilities.

Then I found this one, good thing to do well, very well, and it all clicked.

I’m walking down Amsterdam, swinging my tote bag full of books I’ve written, good books, and I’m beaming like the sun. I start to think of the ex and friends, near and far, and how they’re going to that desk, maybe in an office, inside of a bigger office, and how I’ve made the conscious choice not to.

It’s not what I expected, but I am happier with myself, little ol’ me.

#KylePhoenix

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Wednesday, March 1, 2023

As a gay person, what is the weirdest thing you stuck inside of you? #kylePhoenix

 

NOT ME.

I repeat: NOT ME.

During undergraduate, I was a Resident Advisor—-I did it for the cash and the private room with its’ own bathroom. A resident on a nearby floor, who was toying with his sexuality—-kinda in, kinda out, crushing on his male roommate would come to my room to discuss his latest quandaries. He also had a crush on a female student, friend of a friend——so he was all over the place but being out and having done sexuality workshops—-every sexuality “case” was referred to me.

One night he’s sitting in my room chatting and he asks could he see a gay porno?—-he thinks over the summer, when he goes back to NYC, he’s going to hang out at bars and get into meeting guys and such as he’s 21.

I’m giving him safe sex speech 101 and he says that he’s experimented some.

And I’m like……. okay.

He had a massive crush on his roommate. What they had in common besides their interest in art and that mournful, slow sloopy droopy baggy clothed loping walk, air of depression and creativity, and an overindulgence in a dead writer or two, who’d been in their own closets, was that they were both painfully shy—-even with each other. How their discussion of the crushation ever happened—-took months of being in the same room, and the other guy, amazingly enough, so shy he mumbled and covered his mouth when he spoke or smiled, confirmed he was straight, led to this young man vowing to have sex with another man——-again. If he couldn’t have his love-roommate.

Again?

He admits that he’d met a guy over the winter break in NYC and been taken back to his place and deflowered. Plowed. Penetrated. Boinked. He’d bottomed.

(Which could have been you know—-okay, a discussion… but then he went left field with it, which was only the first loaded barrel he threw at my head.)

He said while he was laying on his back, being royally screwed by this nameless older gentleman who enjoyed deflowering young men of legal age, he thought about his grandmother and father and cousins and ancestors—-his ancestors—-spiritually surrounding the bed—-all dead—-and watching him being fucked. He knew this is what must happen from spiritual visitations, that the dead you know—-PornHub—-the living.

Before I could suitably reply, as I did some self-psionic healing work on myself about all the menagerie of sex I’d had with men and women by then, and the Kyle Porn-O-Vision my ancestors might be watching——-I was like: “Oh, I’m sure they elevate spiritually if they watch at all and it’s not some judgmental——fuck it! I don’t know!”

I was trying to comfort, assure, deflect and get him out of my room——Then he says he’s done other things.

Oh, God.

He says when he was a wee bairn, not yet a teenager, home alone, his puberty desires just bouncing all over the wall—-he wanted to bottom. (yes, at such a young age! This does lean into Keith Swain's Alpha/Beta survey-theory though.) He was often home alone. He went to the fridge and took out some frozen hot dogs from the freezer, went back his room and proceeded to penetrate himself for hours with the frankfurters—-until you know they defrosted, then he’d switch to a stiffer-frozen frank and you know—-rotisserie it, until he’d worked out both his desires and the 10 pack.

Sadly, I’d done workshops about food stuffs with a nurse in residence, where we talked about Emergency Room removals of tuna fish (maggots started growing in the woman's vagina), pencils in butts, light bulbs—-LIGHT BULBS!!!!—-so insanely, his wasn’t the most shocking admission.

I gave him my continued safe sex 101 speech and suggested he no longer consider food stuffs in a pinch and invest in a dildo.

Now, get out of my room.

I tell this story now, 20 years later because I found out he’s dead. And you know when I’m fucking, he’s probably watching so………..

even the man in the red shoes got the blues…………..