Attention Gluttons: Are They Really Bisexual?

     You know them.  It's the cocky, sexy asshole with charm.  It's the beautiful bitch who's spread perfectly thin.  I call them attention gluttons; the entire world loves them and they have no problem reaping every last reward.  The center of the party.  The center of everyone affection.  Why settle for the highest bid when you're holding on to everyone's collateral?

     No surprise to anyone, the attention gluttons are privy to experiencing pleasure from both sexes.  Each gender offers a different gift.  Each touch unlocks a different treasure.  Why choose either, if you can have your cake and eat it too?  He's so depraved, he will worship you from head to toe: daily.  She's so in synch, she can intuitively give your body what it needs: perfectly.  Standing between different people, unique luxuries become necessities.  Can you blame the idol for its position on the altar?

     I recently had a conversation with a gay man, where we discussed the technicality of a certain man's sexuality.  He gave me the juicy details of a summer fling where an attention glutton gave him the opportunity to take care of his cock daily.  This beautiful, intelligent man was physically perfect, his phallus leaped long from his loins; so my friend definitely felt blessed to have access to his fly.  Needless to say, he lived in his lap for 90 days.  According to my friend, he was as straight as an arrow: he had a wife, kids, the whole nine.  Performing only in the shadows, this gorgeous gentleman was only interested in non-reciprocal head.  My friend walked away with only one regret...that the fling didn't bleed into autumn.

He must be bisexual to some degree, right? 

     In my opinion: he's not necessarily bisexual.  Devotion is genderless.  The glutton's arousal isn't based on the administrator, his penis or her breasts.  Could you consider warm kisses masculine?  Could you consider the wet heat inside of a lover's mouth feminine?  Not necessarily.  When he watches him deep-throat, is he turned on by the bearded face lovingly gazing back at him? Or is he aroused by the fact that it's his cock between his hungry lips?  When she witnesses her pretty pink tongue flick her clitoris, is she turned on by the feminine voice breathing onto her stomach?  Or is she stimulated by the idea of her colleague submitting before her?  The answers to those questions make a world of difference. 

    

Indesciminate pleasure-seeking can be consider more masturbation than anything...

 

Asian Acrobatic Porn: "Dragon Fuckers"

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Halloween Hematolagnia: The Love of Blood

     Hematolagnia describes the sexual interest in blood.  I actually have a couple of friends that have this fixation on the fluid of life.  Its very scary but how many of us can shake a sexual inclination?  Thank God for recreational vampires and BDSM groups that specialize in edge play (think sexual Russian roulette).

     Looking at John Ross' "Blood" collection, I can see the appeal.  Outside the context of death and injury, it has a beautiful vermillion color when profuse.  Also, it's texture is one of a kind...but there's only one way to find out...

(Ahh Halloween, a time when we can wear a diguise to reveal our inner monster.)

Have You Ever Experienced 'Partialism'?

(Partialism refers to a sexual interest with an exclusive focus of a specific part of the body.)

    I have several friends, of whom I have a plutonic relationship with, who has that feature.  I'm referring to the beautiful aspect of them that lures me into stealing every available glance.  When she wears sandals, I can't help but quickly survey her toes.  Whenever he wears basketball shorts, I wait until they ride up to reveal his gorgeous, muscular thighs.  I have no desire to have sex with them, but they are the proud owners of parts I've grown to love.  Every chance I get, I take a long, optical gulp of their best quality.

     I noticed that I have the tendacy to isolate certain parts of a person from the whole.  I'll adore the calves of a man while discarding the rest of his composition.  I'll imagine kissing a set of luscious lips while disregarding her face entirely.  Am I the only one that does this?  Again, I do not wish to pursue a relationship with these friends and strangers.  I simply want to clone that part of them and add them to my personal, freaky Frankenstien.

    

Can I get a witness?

Or am I just a glutton for beautiful pieces?

(On another note, there is a sexy stress that one day I'll get caught staring...if I haven't already)

Let's Play: "What Makes This NOT Gay?"

(1) The top never lock eyes with the bottom

(2) The top never looks at the bottom at all

(3) There is very little contact between the two, other than penetration

(4) The top must be "110%" because he offers nothing but the use of his erection

(5) The bottom is going through the motions, merely day dreaming while his rectum dialates

     I love porn for this reason; it either displays the weird hang ups people have or what they're willing to endure for money.  In the pictures above, the top's eyes are clearly focused on something else other than the guy he's having sex with.  Maybe this is an Enrique Cruz film and he's looking at straight porn to keep an erection.  Maybe he's lifting thine eyes on Christ on the cross in some weird kind of mid-sin repentance.  I think he's looking at a foreclosure notice tacked on the bed post, nothing keeps your dick harder than hard times.

     I never liked the premise that having sex with men makes you gay.  There are several instances where men have relations with the same sex while having zero attraction to them; tops and bottoms.  I also disagree that bottoms are automatically gay because they're taking it up the rear.  It is much easier to suck and take unwanted cock than keeping a mandatory erection. 

     Sex can be very mechanical; it can be reduced to hip thrusts and blood flow.  Sex can be possible without passion, thought or attraction.  On that note: look above and see how ugly it is to be motivated by something other than the experience.  He thinks he's fooling someone, but it is very obvious. 

Between Seed & Sleep: The Search Continues...

(Warning: The following is just abstract tangents of thoughts, this is not intended to be informative or entertaining.)

Have you ever felt shattered yet entangled? 

Frozen in your tracks while set ablaze? 

This surreal confusion keeps me awake at night. 

     I'm searching for an intersecting point between hundreds of parallel tangents; I know it exists.  I've felt it, touched it; I've been blessed with a chance to embrace this collision of everything.  I've embraced torture while being worshiped.  I've embraced righteousness while being perverse.  I've embraced brilliance while being very dark.  My hold lasted for only a moment, but I remember it vividly; I've been aimlessly wandering for it since.

     This is the pain that comes with being a creative being.  Listening for a harmony that explains everything.  Browsing for a symbol that exposes the great I AM.  Looking for evidence that God is everything and God is nothingness. So I attempt to blend blasphemy with praise...to see what sticks.

       These are the late night rants of lucid lunatic.  Piecing my thoughts together in the moment of clarity that resides in the space after orgasms and before dreaming.  In this space between spilling my seed and sleeping, my ambitions are laid to rest and my brain begins to flicker.  The room is swirling yet the world is standing achingly still. 

Goodbye reality...Hello dream...

Maybe, one day, I'll introduce you to each other.

    

Philip Hitchcock: Erotic Sculpture

     I am deeply impressed and inspired by this artist's work.  The idea that God sculpted Adam out of sand doesn't seem so far fetched when you view his sculptures.  Extremely human, his pieces range from classical to fantasy to religious.  I am in awe of this man's gift...

Please visit Philip Hitchcock's website for more of his work:

http://www.hitchcockdesigns.com/index.html