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axelvalentine:

"What’s anal like?

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I had a spittake with this.

It’s not painful, except at first.

But sometimes a little uncontrollable pain is a huge turn on.

If you were to write a book about all your sexual partners, what would you call it?

humansofnewyork:

"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?""Have sex with as many people as possible."

Amen to that!  I remember a funny line in a British sitcom, called The Vicar of Dibley.  An older character on the show, Mrs. Cropley, was giving advice to a young girl about life.  ”Snog everyone, shag most.”  Snog being kissing or making out; shag being fucking.  I think I yelled out “That’s right, girl!” when I first saw that.
A group of work associates recently attempted to roast me a bit for having slept with so many people.  (I know my number, by the way.)  They called me names, tried to shame me - the usual.  I told them it wasn’t a contest, nor was I ashamed of what I’ve done.  
All of our experiences, good or bad, naked or clothed, have led us to who we are right now, just as the experiences we have today, and tomorrow will form us into the person we’ll be the day after.  Some experiences in life are less than others, of course; some are more.  I told my associates that I would not be shamed for what I’ve done.  I’ve experienced a lot of fun, and a lot of pain, in my life (as anyone has, as my story is no different, really).  If I happen to get my dick wet along the way a bit more than others, whose business is that, besides my own?  ”Well you’re not respecting yourself.”  Really?  What does that mean?  How does one respect themselves?  Some would say that about smoking pot, while others see no issue with it.  Perception is reality, and it’s a personal choice.  My body isn’t wrecked from fucking 63 people in my life (the most recent of which was less than 24 hours ago - BOOM).  I’ve never caught an STD, although I was terribly unsafe and irresponsible for a very, very long period of time, and it’s only by God’s grace, and a little luck, that I’ve never caught anything ever.  Unfortunately some people have; I’m not one of them, nor do I plan to be.  I play safe all the time now.  I wish HIV wasn’t a thing, but it is, unfortunately.
Inside, I think when some people see characters like Christian Troy, Samantha Jones, Charlie Harper, or Brian Kinney on television, fucking people left and right, they might balk in public, but secretly, inside, they want to be them.  They want to have that sexual freedom to do whatever, or whoever, they want, and not have some societal or religious instituted guilt or shame over it.  
Now, on the other side, if someone chooses to not sleep with a bunch of people, that’s just as fine too.  Because that’s a personal choice, too, and neither aforementioned choice is hurting anyone.  Good sex is mutual, consensual, and maybe a little sweaty.  Okay, a lot sweaty.
In the end, my number is what it is, I can’t change it, no would I.  My only real regret (for lack of a better, less heavy word), is that I didn’t start sooner.  My 20s were rather sparse and lackluster in the sex department.  Do who or what you want, and what someone else does is none of your business.  Play safe, and get tested.  It sounds so cliche, but know your fucking status, whether you’re straight, gay, bisexual, pansexual, or whatever.  Get fucking tested regularly if you’re having sex and not in a relationship.  
And never feel shame for living your own damn life the way you want.

humansofnewyork:

"If you could give one piece of advice to a large group of people, what would it be?"
"Have sex with as many people as possible."

Amen to that!  I remember a funny line in a British sitcom, called The Vicar of Dibley.  An older character on the show, Mrs. Cropley, was giving advice to a young girl about life.  ”Snog everyone, shag most.”  Snog being kissing or making out; shag being fucking.  I think I yelled out “That’s right, girl!” when I first saw that.

A group of work associates recently attempted to roast me a bit for having slept with so many people.  (I know my number, by the way.)  They called me names, tried to shame me - the usual.  I told them it wasn’t a contest, nor was I ashamed of what I’ve done.  

All of our experiences, good or bad, naked or clothed, have led us to who we are right now, just as the experiences we have today, and tomorrow will form us into the person we’ll be the day after.  Some experiences in life are less than others, of course; some are more.  I told my associates that I would not be shamed for what I’ve done.  I’ve experienced a lot of fun, and a lot of pain, in my life (as anyone has, as my story is no different, really).  If I happen to get my dick wet along the way a bit more than others, whose business is that, besides my own?  ”Well you’re not respecting yourself.”  Really?  What does that mean?  How does one respect themselves?  Some would say that about smoking pot, while others see no issue with it.  Perception is reality, and it’s a personal choice.  My body isn’t wrecked from fucking 63 people in my life (the most recent of which was less than 24 hours ago - BOOM).  I’ve never caught an STD, although I was terribly unsafe and irresponsible for a very, very long period of time, and it’s only by God’s grace, and a little luck, that I’ve never caught anything ever.  Unfortunately some people have; I’m not one of them, nor do I plan to be.  I play safe all the time now.  I wish HIV wasn’t a thing, but it is, unfortunately.

Inside, I think when some people see characters like Christian Troy, Samantha Jones, Charlie Harper, or Brian Kinney on television, fucking people left and right, they might balk in public, but secretly, inside, they want to be them.  They want to have that sexual freedom to do whatever, or whoever, they want, and not have some societal or religious instituted guilt or shame over it.  

Now, on the other side, if someone chooses to not sleep with a bunch of people, that’s just as fine too.  Because that’s a personal choice, too, and neither aforementioned choice is hurting anyone.  Good sex is mutual, consensual, and maybe a little sweaty.  Okay, a lot sweaty.

In the end, my number is what it is, I can’t change it, no would I.  My only real regret (for lack of a better, less heavy word), is that I didn’t start sooner.  My 20s were rather sparse and lackluster in the sex department.  Do who or what you want, and what someone else does is none of your business.  Play safe, and get tested.  It sounds so cliche, but know your fucking status, whether you’re straight, gay, bisexual, pansexual, or whatever.  Get fucking tested regularly if you’re having sex and not in a relationship.  

And never feel shame for living your own damn life the way you want.

Let me tell you sumfin’ - you chew on my ears, and I will go bonkers.  I swear my ears are connected directly to my wiener.  I get instantly hard when someone chews on my ears.

Let me tell you sumfin’ - you chew on my ears, and I will go bonkers.  I swear my ears are connected directly to my wiener.  I get instantly hard when someone chews on my ears.