I was asked in an email about my opinions of homosexuality, so I thought that this would be a good topic for a post.

It’s Fine…   Seriously.

Am I gay?  Certainly not, no way.  I am one of those guys that cringes when I see two guys kissing.  When surfing the web, on my occasional search for interesting porn that does not bore me to tears, when I have accidentally stumbled into a site that has gay porn, I cannot find the “X” to close the window, or the Back button fast enough.  But that is just me and my own issues with it… I cannot see guy on guy action as interesting… woman on woman is different, so I suppose that makes me a bit of a hypocrite.

But moving on.

It reality, I cannot understand the lifestyle, I cannot see what would cause a man to like another man in any “love interest” sort of way.  I mean yeah, I loved a few men in my life.  My father, my brother, a couple buddies that were like brothers to me.  But not in the “Other” sense. But why should I have to understand it?

Love is love… when two people love one another, who cares what sex they are.  I have loved a few women in my life, really loved them and then just loved their bodies.  But just because I cannot grasp the meaning of gay/homosexual/transgendered love, does not make it any less real , does it?  And if you bring religion into it, I have a really hard time believing that God is so caught up in peoples sex lives that he or she would fail to look at the good that they have accomplished in their NON-sexual lives.

I think that people should be the same.  If some guy or gal, who happens to be a doctor and invents a cure that saves hundreds or thousands of lives, happens to be gay, and they inevitably meet their maker, I cannot and will not believe that God, or whatever gods may be, would turn them away on the fact that they are not heterosexual.

It is my sincerest hope that if any of you reading this happen to be of the LGBT society, you have taken no offense to what I have written.  It was not meant in that way.  While you will not see me in any parades, I do feel for your plight.  Maybe one day people will stop and think.

Women are an odd sort…

There are those of you that will read the title of this and tell me, “Yeah, what’s your point.”

No point, really…  it’s an observation.

I enjoy women, I really do.  I love their company, there personalities, their tempers and their love.  There is even something enjoyable about women when they are angry or frustrated with you, you see something real and visceral in them for that moment that can be, to men like me, a turn on.

There is nothing more pleasurable than waking up in the morning to the feel of a woman’s soft touch next to you.  To be pressed up to someone that you shared the night with, whether you have known them all your life or just for the night.  And if you are lucky, the experience of her waking you up to a little morning love-making.  Depending on what you ate or drank the night before, you may want to avoid the kissing, though.

My point of this is to say that while I have all these feelings for the women I have encountered in my time, I have always been a little perplexed by them and the way they approach someone like me, an admitted “Gentle” womanizer.

On one hand, they will condemn my sort, calling us names and pointing out that we will use women for our own pleasure, with no effort of commitment to them of their kind.  But the same women, in the right settings, if I apply the right amount of tactics, finesse, and charisma, will still, quite often, find herself in my bed, or at the very least spending a few minutes with my using my tongue to check hers out.

Yes… I am a misogynist.  But I think that the world needs a few of them around.  Because if they did not, then I would not keep finding these women that seem to be interested in meeting one.

You people out there, if you have something to say about it, chime in… my door is open.

A Question about Erotica and your reading habits.

Affairs to remember…

Have you ever had an affair?

I have not, though I am not really that against the idea of having one.  I think that in the right situations and conditions they can be therapeutic to a relationship.

I was thinking about things like this when I overheard a person in a bar I visit regularly talking about Ashley Madison.  I did not interrupt the conversation to ask about what they were talking about, but I did hear that one of the ladies mentioned that she was on AM (As she called it.) and was going out on her first date that night, right after she left the bar.

One one hand, I would be a little upset if I knew my wife or girlfriend was going out and catting around like that, behind my back.  But on the other hand, and call me a hypocrite, as a person that likes to play the field myself, I would have no problems spending an evening with this lady.

It is just something that makes me think.  Maybe I should sign in and see what that site is all about for myself.

Anyone out there have any input on sites like Ashley Madison from your own, personal, experience?  If so, do share.