Thursday, April 7, 2011

Bottom = handicapped straight men?

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I don’t know how this started but as I was talking with my gay colleague about the fact that I’m a bottom and everyone (yes, I’m not exaggerating) I’ve dated end up thinking I’m a top. Not to be modest, even gay friends have always thought I’m a top. So, I got this top face. For those of you who don’t know what I’m blogging about, if sex was work, a top would be the employer and the bottom would be the employee but instead of employ, they fuck.

So, I did this experiment where I asked my mysterious gtalk gay friends, who miraculously appear out of nowhere, if I look like a top or a bottom. Most of them ended up saying versatile. (That’s when you have an employee who’s allowed to employ others as well) However, the term that followed next intrigues me. You look like a man.

Am I missing something out or isn’t the word ‘gay’ related with men anymore? This is not about Myanmar or slow developing lifestyles in third world countries since I’ve been told this when I was in Sydney by a none Asian, let alone none Myanmar person. Can’t gay men be guys? I do love my Adam’s apple and my armpit hair while I could shop for the pointiest black shiny shoes while grabbing the latest “Eau De Parfum” from Christian Dior.

Speaking of bottom, I just watched some episodes of “Sex and the City” where Charlotte was married to this guy who couldn’t get it up. He could wank but it goes soft before he penetrates his wife. Sounds familiar? That’s me. I used to think it’s the condom that keeps me unfocused about my stiff level but I remember dry humping or performing frottage to some guys and flopping halfway through.

They say good sex derives from the right mindset. My friends call me the “Samantha” of Myanmar, a ho, a slut, a trashwhore and a player. But, do they really know this Samantha finds it real hard to get himself hard in order to top a guy. And this gives me an idea if I am gay because I can’t get stiff for an opening.

God did create men but can’t he be consistent about the level of stiffness for all of us? I knew God had always been on weed while creating us. You don’t believe me? Have sex with me and you’ll know!


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