A blog?  Me?  Why not?  I posted pictures of myself in these galleries to expose myself--frankly, to humiliate myself--before the world.  Or at least the worldwide webworld. 

And with a blog, I can go even further than uploaded images.  I can use this to openly and publicly explore how a seemingly normal married guy went from straight-acting heterosexual to hopelessly gay sissy over the course of twenty difficult years. 

Is there anything to learn here?  Perhaps, but only for me, I'm afraid.  "Know thyself," the sages of ancient Greece advised.  My goodness.  Two simple words to describe such a long, perplexing odyssey.

Let me state first off that I am gay.  It's taken me many years to accept that fact--and to be happy about it.  But, increasingly, I am happy about it.  I've finally accepted that while I find women to be quite beautiful and very sexy, I don't want to have sex with them.  Sex, to me, is all about bringing pleasure to another man's penis. 

I adore the penis--my own rather small one included.  I think an hard cock is the absolute sexiest thing on earth.  I adore sucking on a man's penis and tasting his semen.  God help me, but I think about men's dicks practically all the time. 

When I'm not thinking about cock, I'm probably thinking about other parts of the male anatomy--a muscular chest or a big hairy belly, beautiful tender balls, gorgeous buttocks, delightfully furry or smooth as a girl's.  I think of a man's hands, touching me greedily, lustfully.  I think of a man's mouth, kissing him, tasting his tongue.  Getting him so hot that he turns me around, spreads my butt cheeks, and shoves his penis into my anus, desperately pumping his hot seed into my body. 

I am, I confess, a bottom all the way.   I feel an irrepressible need to submit to a dominant man and receive his dick inside me.  I'm envious of the sensitivity that a woman's pussy must have, but that doesn't stop me from thinking of my ass as my very own pussy and seeking men to use it that way. 

More on that later.  More on all of this later.  I'd like to write about specific encounters I've had, both good and bad, some intensely satisfying and others--specifically with some disappointed ladies--deeply humiliating.  I hope some gay men may read this blog and wish they could have sex with me.  I hope some straight men read this and regard me as a pathetic fag, a loser, a panties-wearing sissy--and maybe think about using me as a woman for their manly pleasure.   And female readers?  I chiefly long for their mockery and contempt--and maybe for a chance to wear their clothes and, if I'm lucky, service their boyfriends!