Hey, Faggot:
Hey, SOS:
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Your boyfriend isn’t gay, he’s hooked on hand jobs. Mouths and pussies (and butts) are not nearly as tight or precise as fists. Many straight young men when they lose their virginity are surprised at just how unlike their old pal the fist a vagina actually is (very unlike), and how unlike Vaseline pussy juice is (ditto). For some breeder boys, it takes time, practice, and not a piddling commitment before their dicks adjust to these new sensations and this fucking business starts clicking. Depending on how old your boyfriend is, the crutch your right hand provides him may be difficult for him to toss aside. It don’t mean he’s gay or antiwoman or a freak–just lazy.
Considering the number and variety of people in the world, there must be women who would enjoy a man like me, but how many normal, healthy, nonprofessional dominant women are there really? After some years, I got up the courage to place ads and have met a few women, but none were a really good fit. Should I give up? When I try to ignore my submissiveness, it causes me emotional turmoil. When I am in straight relationships, I usually feel unfulfilled and am sometimes impotent because I am not being myself. Boy, what a mess!
As for your fantasy eventually going away–it ain’t gonna happen. You can’t run away from your dick or the things that make your dick hard. Your dick will slowly drive you out of your stockin’-wearin’ mind until you give it what it wants. And as long as what your dick wants is not abusive or illegal or both, you might as well go over to the dark side. You’re going to have to look longer and harder to find her, but there’s a woman out there for you. She might take Visa, but that’s gotta be better than nothing.
Women have a different relationship with urine than men do. Men break up cigarette butts in urinals, draw in the snow, swing it back and forth, see how high we can piss up into the air before the stream breaks and arcs into the toilet bowl: for us, piss is a toy. Women have less control. They must squat or foul themselves: urine is not a toy, and pee time is not playtime, it’s think time. Women piss and ponder, men piss and play–and herein lies the essential mystery of the difference between the sexes.
