I’m shocked to find the number of silencers in the gay community-those who enjoy sex just as much as I do yet pretend they don’t. In fact they can go so far as to shaming their closest friends just to feel superior and stronger than them. It’s as if denying our biological urgencies grants us some divine right to be cocky.
I love sex, honey. Love it. And not just because I’m a man, but because I actually enjoy the stimulation, the build, the tension and the climax sex brings me. I used to think I had a sex addiction but the truth of the matter was sex never intervened with my life. It just made it better.
The worst thing any person can feel is shame, especially from friends and family. I can’t think of anything worse. Sadly there are hypocrites out there who enjoy slut-shamming and sex-shamming the like, but behind closed doors they’re doing the same damn thing.
Since when has gay sex in particularly become a hush-hush issue? We don’t see this in the straight community. They’re talking about sex all the time (Lord knows if they actually do it).
It’s different for gay guys I’ve found. We actually walk the walk with little talk involved. We don’t need to discuss sex with our friends all the time because chances are we’re not as deprived as our straight counterparts (who need constant affirmation). Gay sex is also embedded in our culture so much that there’s virtually no need to discuss it—just go down to your local gay bar and there will probably be posters of gay sex pasted around the joint.
I used to feel pressure to hide my appetite for sex. 20 odd years of suppression and living in homophobic cities taught me that gay sex is something to be ashamed of—God will find out. The ghosts of my past appeared every time I thought of sex, convincing me that it was wrong or gross or trashy.
I love sex, honey. Love it. And not just because I’m a man, but because I actually enjoy the stimulation, the build, the tension and the climax sex brings me. I used to think I had a sex addiction but the truth of the matter was sex never intervened with my life. It just made it better.
The worst thing any person can feel is shame, especially from friends and family. I can’t think of anything worse. Sadly there are hypocrites out there who enjoy slut-shamming and sex-shamming the like, but behind closed doors they’re doing the same damn thing.
Since when has gay sex in particularly become a hush-hush issue? We don’t see this in the straight community. They’re talking about sex all the time (Lord knows if they actually do it).
It’s different for gay guys I’ve found. We actually walk the walk with little talk involved. We don’t need to discuss sex with our friends all the time because chances are we’re not as deprived as our straight counterparts (who need constant affirmation). Gay sex is also embedded in our culture so much that there’s virtually no need to discuss it—just go down to your local gay bar and there will probably be posters of gay sex pasted around the joint.
I used to feel pressure to hide my appetite for sex. 20 odd years of suppression and living in homophobic cities taught me that gay sex is something to be ashamed of—God will find out. The ghosts of my past appeared every time I thought of sex, convincing me that it was wrong or gross or trashy.