Where to begin? I'm 29 years old. Bleh. I'm getting fucking old. I now live in Florida but as my profile states profusely I'm from NYC. BK and Queens specifically. I lived there almost all of my life. As of three years ago I've been in a serious relationship with my girlfriend who is a Russian Jew (who shall be known from now on as RJ) who I love with all my heart. She's my femme fatale. She's the only one who can whip my ass without getting an ass kicking.
I know I say I'm gay and butch but oddly enough I'm very uncomfortable being around other gay people. Funny since I dress in men's clothing, pack and fuck with my cock
yet being in a gay bar freaks me out. I'm trying to work on this. I was once told I am a heterosexual identifying homosexual if that makes sense.
I'm my own worst enemy and critic and let myself be dragged down by former friends, I guess I'm trying to please everyone to be liked. It's weird because I'm almost 30 years old and I'm still not comfortable in my own skin. That's something that I am currently working on as well.
This blog for me is my way of trying to find my place in a community that at times I feel at odds with. Like I will never fully fit in because all of my opinions aren't always in tune with my queer community, political ideals, family, home and friends.
Did I Say You Could Touch Me?
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Content: spit, strap ons/prosthetics, desperation, neediness, fucking, D/s
“Stay there,” she says, and she shifts her knees on the bed so she’s
straddling ...
6 days ago
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