Yes, I am still, loudly, proudly – gay, homosexual, faggot, queer, sissy…

For those who have hesitated or faltered, if I may, I offer the following –

Do you feel forced into a corner, teetering upon a sepiment of indecision, ambivalence? Or is it, rather, your lethargy, your cowardice that keeps you there, cowering before an imaginary adversary, chimera of your own delusion. Unfurl yourself. Gird yourself. Hone your weapons – be they heart, mind, words, or fists. Brandish all that you have to raise, to swing, to wield. Get out of the closet, out of the corner, off of the fence. The most courageous act is to think for yourself – aloud – to disembroil yourself from the ravelled, choking maze of caution. There is strength only in being as you appear, in appearing as you are, in surrendering to the destiny that has been yours from the beginning. Shame is but the lie others tell you about yourself.

One of the men I suck and fuck frequently is recently married. I started seeing him two years into their relationship. That is when he pretty much stopped fucking his then girlfriend, now wife. From the first time I saw him, I sucked his cock, and he fucked me. There are usually other guys there before him, and/or waiting their turn after him. He is a macho looking bear, not the slightest bit what one might presume to be gay, but he cannot get enough of me. Several times a week, I suck him, and he fucks me.

His dick is average, uncut. I told him early on that he did not have to clean up to come over. I prefer the smell and taste of pee of his foreskin. I love the smell and the taste of sweat on his balls, the smell and the taste of shit as I lick and tongue his yummy butthole. He told me that his girlfriend, now wife, likes him to be squeaky clean down there. If he showered an hour before coming to bed, he has to shower again, if they have any kind of sex at all. That is another reason they no longer have sex, and have not had it but once in the last year. I take care of him. I go from another man’s dick to his, another’s man’s cum to his. He watches me sucking other men. He watches them fucking me – their cocks, then his, their cum, then his – always bareback.

I know his wife, too. She is sweet. She confided in me that her man had no interest in fucking her anymore. She said that he declined even to have her suck him. He was not aroused. He could not get hard. I mentioned the cleanliness thing to her. She said she had no choice. He was so hairy, so manly; she could not bear to be intimate with him ’til he got shined up for her. Of course, the problem is bigger than that. Her husband has me, a cockslut, cumwhore sissy faggot taking cock and cum from strange and anonymous men all day every day, bareback, no questions asked, both neg and poz accepted, the dirtier, the nastier, the more filthy, the better, cum, pee, spit, shit – before and after entertaining him.

Sex is not clean. It should not be clean. It cannot be clean. This man – who cannot get hard for his wife – comes to me every time with loads of cum in his balls, ready to seed me, feed me, breed me. He likes being just another in the line awaiting his turn with the sissyslut fagwhore. I am responsible, I know, for the demise of sexual relations within many heterosexual marriages. Do I have pangs of regret at this necessary natural consequence of my wantonness? Not at all. As I have professed many times, I believe that men should only suck and fuck men, women only suck and fuck women. Only the men with the biggest dicks and the most sperm – black men, predominantly – should be permitted to breed women.