She doesn't like to be referred to as 'she'. If I forget to call her "Mistyr" or "Syr" there's a paddle with my name on it. (S)he is a new lover of mine and I am falling head over heels in love with her...err..hym(?) As a bisexual man, she's is giving me the complete package. She's soft, pretty and petite yet hardcore, handsome and a giant in bed. But the one thing I love the most: she's simple and direct.
Letting her fuck me with a strap-on was an incredible, yet surreal experience. Seeing her breast bounce really aroused me, because it was such a stark contrast to the black cock pumping inside of me. Fucking me like a gentleman, she also cradled me in her arms like a nursing mother. Even when she delivered harder blows to my ass, it was somehow with a mothers' love. Sweetly confusing.
Speaking for myself, I didn't feel less masculine. Grabbing her hips, pressing her dildo deeper into me, I felt like I was exploring a passive side of my manhood. Or maybe, I was accessing the feminine side of my manhood? Aren't we all a composite of both masculine and feminine qualities? What does it mean to be a man these days, anyways?
Supposedly, allowing yourself to be fucked is a feminine thing to do. I'm not so sure...I release a lot of aggression and visceral energy on the bottom. I feel like a tribesman letting out a war cry. Sometimes, I feel more manly receiving than on top when I'm being concerned and considerate. I see why the yin and yang is a circle.
Being with her has me thinking a lot about gender:
What's the difference between being gender flexible and gender queer?
Are gender roles mainly defined by "who's on top"?
What are some fun ways to play with my gender identity?
What kind of man am I?
The above photography is from Michael Angelo's:
This particular set
(Featuring the oddball beauty Jonathan Kroppman)
Really illustrates that masculinity can be pervasive
Even with make-up, he's still gritty and gamy
But does the masculine have a monopoly on edge?