Monday, August 31, 2015

I Love Sex & I’m Not Afraid to Admit It…Why You Shouldn’t Either

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.

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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 have to admit even now when I watch porn or flip through Grindr, a little voice inside tells me I’m a pervert or a sicko. But am I really, or am I just human?

Human beings crave sex-it’s what we’re supposed to do. The modern era’s hustle and bustle has made us forget that we’re animals. Occupations, inventions, jobs, class systems, all these things are constructs built by humans to convince us we’re smarter than animals. If you think about it, this way of living is only a few thousand years old in comparison to the hundreds of thousands of years we’ve been around.

In our mind a cultured person doesn’t talk about such things. He or she is hush-hush about sex because somehow we’ve associated it with being less human. “Classiness” requires us to hide our instincts from society, to be better than the sex-hungry guys we see dancing at clubs or on TV propagating stereotypes.

The truth is we’re no different than anyone else. We want sex, and think about it often. Some guys have a bigger filter than others, but nonetheless sex is the thing that unifies our mindset-it’s a common thread men share. It’s what drives our impulses somehow. We’ve turned it into a construct.

It’s to stop living in denial and to admit that we crave sex constantly not just because the media throws it in our face but because our body literally demands it. We stroke the idea of intimate contact with a sprinkle of shame on top. It’s time for us to stop shaming guys who tell the truth about sex. By shaming them you’re shaming yourself.

Source: gayguys

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