Showing posts with label homosexuality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homosexuality. Show all posts

Friday, June 26, 2020

SEX.... Never Lose Its Fascination


Sex has always been an interesting subject to me.

Looking back to being a grade school child when I learned exactly what sex is; then starting to masturbate, which gave me some idea of how great sex feels to the body; then as I got older, even as a virgin, learning sex was a beautiful and powerful thing. Such a powerful thing that it can create life. Then once I finally experienced it for myself, I further understood that power. Seeing how while I already knew that when done right, sex can create life in a physical state, I also saw how it can create life in a spiritual state as well. But I additionally saw how when done wrong, it can be just as easily end those states of life. So the older I get, the more I understand how we have to respect that power and not take it lightly. And I try to educate people to do the same.

Just the outward simplicity of sex... simple back and forth motions. Causing all those inward complexities of sensations throughout the body, effecting the mind, and changing lives. ALL OF THAT IS FASCINATING.

And as long as there is life to continue, it will never cease being fascinating. Especially among us human being. So I wrote a poem to talk about the never ending fascination that is sex. Enjoy.

Friday, June 10, 2016

My Suck, My Fuck!

At a sex party or backroom,...

Don't you hate when you've been sucking a hot guy's cock, got him rock hard, and some...
Posted by LeNair Xavier on Tuesday, June 7, 2016


The above post from my Facebook came about because of what happened in my recent adventure to a gay bar's underwear party. I met a hot guy there. We were checking each other out for quite awhile.

We exchanged glances one more time, while I was standing in my jockstrap with my back to a curtain for the backroom, and he walked pass it out of my line of view. Soon after, I felt a hand grabbing my ass through the curtain. Whoever it was, it seemed like he studied me long enough that even in that bar's dim light, and behind the bakcroom's black curtain, he knew exactly where my ass was. For before his hand touched me, I felt nothing against that curtain. It was just an immediate touch of my ass followed by groping.

I immediately figured it was the guy I just made eye contact with, again. So I hoped this groping was him at long last making his move. However, I thought it best for me to make sure it wasn't some fucktard who saw us exchanging glances and was taking advantage of my now heightened horniness.

Luckily, it was him.

He kept groping my ass, and saying, "Oh my god!" He would then stroke my cheeks, which later led to him letting his fingers seek out my hole. I spread my legs just a tad to let him find it for sure. Once he found it, he went his finger and went back to the spot, and slipped just a tad in. To give him an idea of what I would do to his cock if I ever let him in, I squeezed my sphincter on his pointer. We kept each other moaning while standing there for everyone to see.

I could feel his cock growing in his pants. This hard rod laying on a 45 degree angle needing to get out. So I came clean with the truth by telling him, "I want to suck your cock so bad."

Which based on how I feel blowjobs are primarily for foreplay can also be said as, "I want to prepare your cock to dig in me deep."

So we slipped onto some seats in a corner. He sat down, and undid his pants. Once I saw his cock, I bent over with my knee on the seat, and went for it. When my mouth started on his cock, I discovered that his dick that I thought was at full erection, actually had a little bit further to go. He moaned, and every once in a while, he tried reaching across my body to feel the little bit on my ass his reach would allow. And when he got a feel, his cock throbbed while his moans and cries to God intensified.

During one of my playmate's reaches, I felt another hand along with his. Part of what let me know that it wasn't his was because all my playmate's reach allowed my ass while I was giving him a blowjob was his fingertips. This hand was full-on. A hand that soon after became hands.

I looked for to see if it was someone who I might have been checking out earlier, therefore might invite to join in. It wasn't. Instead, it was a meddlesome short Latino who appears to hit the gym, and maybe 10 years older than myself who I've encountered before. I've turned him down every time because besides me often being the target, I've also repeatedly witnessed him trying to sneak into other guy's play as well with that same tactic.

Once I saw it was him, I moved his hands. He then sat next to my playmate. Doing the fucked up move of putting their hand in the way of my blowjob because they're so desperate to feel a dick. I kept moving his hand out of the way. He then started trying to talk to my playmate. Trying to get my playmate to fuck him.

At this point, I said to myself, "OH, HELL MUTHA FUCKIN' NO! I will knock this Tattoo mofo back to 'Fantasy Island' with Mr. Rourke (showing my age with that reference) trying to steal the fuck that I'm earning by giving this man the suck of his life! Furthermore, just because my head is down sucking his dick, does not mean I can't hear this faggot plotting!"

Then I hear my playmate say, "Do you have a condom?" My playmate doesn't know that this coming off as the common gay male tactic of treating other gay males like they're expendable was about to get me biting his dick. But I waited to see how much further this would go before I needed to strike if it came to that.

For the desperate jerk replied, "Yes"... but then nothing happened.

So maybe I'm giving my playmate too much credit, but I took this to be my playmate calling this guy's bluff. Because as desperate as this guy seemed, if he really had a condom, shouldn't he have whipped it out with a quickness? Especially if it gets me out of the picture, and his revenge for me turning him down again not too long ago. But he did none of that.

So while I don't do competitions for a guy, especially at a sex party or backroom, I did earn a fuck from my playmate. So I made steps to take my prize. I propositioned him for a fuck, and he asked me if I had a condom.

I replied, "Feel down my thigh. Feel that small bag strapped to my leg?" He reached downward in the corner's dark, and within 2 seconds down there he found it. I continued, "Condoms and lube are in there."

NOTE: I made a make-shift garter from a dog collar I bought from a 99¢ store and put it through the loop of a small camera bag, and strapped it to my leg. So yes, I'm prepared for these occurrences. But if you see me, and need a condom and/or lube, DO NOT ASK ME BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY.
For I've had too many instances of being a humanitarian, all to see the racism in the gay community have white boys/ light Latinos/Asians/Middle Easterners finding me not good enough to acknowledge even being in the room, much less play with, but for a few seconds make me their new best friend when they need a condom to have sex with someone else. However, once the condom is in their hand, I'm back to being Mr. Cellophane.
So my humanity in trying to prevent others from getting an STI is no longer alive. You either do as I do by coming prepared for the spontaneity with your own gear, or risk a STI by going raw.

Getting back to the story, I gave him a condom, while I put lube on and in my ass. Once his condom was on, I put the rest of the lube on it. I got in position to straddle him. I slid down on his cock, and my usual 2-try rule came into effect. Because my brain had to realize his size before relaxing just enough to take him in pain-free. So after feeling a twinge of pain on the 1st try, I slid off him, and tried again free of pain.

I rode his cock like a savage. Like I said, after the blowjob I gave him, I earned it. There were bout of him thrusting up into me. All of this had everyone one passing that corner watching us... Including the guy who tried to steal the fuck that my mouth earned. Eventually, it got him to jump up and leave. Hence how the Facebook post I used as an intro came about.
So in the end, I got what was mine. I got what I earned. For it was like the title says, My suck, my fuck.

I'm still shocked at the gall some people have to try and take what you've earned from you, right in front of your face. Even the sex you've earned from giving great head.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

3 Nail Sets Building My Coffin For Religion

RELIGION.

It is a hot button topic as of late. Primarily because of those who practice one are using all sorts of unsavory methods for recruiting that makes them one type of person (that followers of my blogs know) I hate most ---HYPOCRITES.

I have always believed in God. In fact in 1998 I designed my one and only tattoo making the top of the triangle being a cross to symbolize Faith because I knew my belief in God would not die. And while I have parted ways with the idea of practicing a religion, my belief in there being a God and how great his power is has not faded.

What has led me to the point of giving up on religion is primarily my encounters with 3 people. Each of them possessing a great degree of the very thing that I'm sure many of you who have pulled away from religion will agree with...

RELIGIOUS HYPOCRISY.

I am now no stranger to the fact how everyone who has parted ways with religion has one, a few, or many contributing to them putting a nail in a coffin meant for religion. Subconsciously, I'm sure there are many like televangelists, like Billy Graham and even worst Pat Robertson. But the following 3 are the ones who put the main nails in the coffin for me.

1) Mom.
It pains me to have to say it, because if any of you follow me on Facebook, you know that me and my Mom are quite close. However, there is an underlying resentment on my part because of some hypocrisy I experienced that halted my coming out, and led to my near 15 years of contemplating suicide.

To make a long story short, my mother always knew that I was some degree of gay. But because of her Christian religion, she did everything she thought was in her power to stop this from happening. Such as making up a house rule that if I ever came out as gay, I would not be allowed same sex company over, even if I said that same-sex company was just a platonic friend. Meanwhile, religious hypocrisy being what it is, my heterosexual siblings have been able to have their friends over regardless of gender. And this much to my mother's chagrin has laid way for them to commit fornication, which last I checked is a sin in the Bible. Fornicating that may or may not have even led to the conception of one of my nephews.

With such restraints preventing me from being true to myself, it is no wonder as to why and how the first few nails making the bottom of a coffin for religion got put in. Giving religion, as a former co-worker used to say, "...one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel".

2) The guy from "You Can Say Never".

The guy from my poem "You Can Say Never" was an atheist. He also attended a church. How those 2 can come together is something I don't understand.

Now, I have long said that I would never date an atheist. So how did this guy come into the picture? It's because he told me about his going to church first. But that was not the hypocrisy that was a factor leading me to decide for us to part ways.

The hypocrisy was him acting so much more evolved, very likely because of his church affiliation. He always said that I wore my porn past as a badge of honor. Now, those of you who are my most loyal readers know that is definitely not the case. You know my mentioning my porn past is a means to show many lessons that I have learned from that experience. Lessons that may have made me worthy of a badge of honor now, Plus, it's about not having to look over my shoulder to see who is going to find out, and how they are going to react. By being upfront, I already have my answer, and learned early on who deserves to stay, and who deserves to go from my life. Hence why he is no longer in the picture. If his church affiliation was worth its weight in gold, a parting of the ways would have never happened based on those grounds.

3) Douglas Sanders & Rivers of Living Water
By this point, the coffin for religion had a completed bottom, but no nails holding the side together. Therefore, it had no top. That all changed however after my dealing with Douglas Sanders.

I initially met Douglas through his invitation to a 3-way that he was hosting. Afterwards, neither one of us pursued the other. The association that inspired the following poems and blog posts started after that 3-way that was poppered-fueled on his and his 1st playmate's part:
Poems:
"The Fence of Goodbye"
"Poppered Preacher"
"Don't Disrespect This Fuck"
"Chemicals In Our Night".

Blog posts:
"Open Letter To Rivers @ Rehoboth"
"The Expendable Gay Male"
"Open Letter To The No-Show Inspirer".

Instead of rehashing all of the details here, I'll leave you to look at some or all of those pieces to understand Douglas' major contribution to religion's funeral in my life. Trust me, it won't take much to understand.

After I spent my time and money paying his way to various outings with me, as well as paying train fare for him to go to his own church, instead of being a man about his hesitation to continue what he started, he showed supreme faggotry by having to be cornered to address the matter. My main annoyance with this hesitation that exposed his religious hypocrisy was his part of his reasoning for it...

He claimed that as a minister-in-training, he had an image to maintain, and my being so sexually open could cause a problem for him. Well, it seems I'm more qualified to be a minister than him. For his "image to maintain" is just that, an image. Especially considering how we initially met by his invitation to a 3-way at his place of residence. AND adding fuel to the fire of hypocrisy is a recent article from The Guardian about how his church, Rivers of Living Water is a church accepting of sex workers and drug users. Now, you know I've been a sex worker, but only experimental with the latter. Meanwhile, with the latter, Douglas was hardcore. And since drug users do so out of escapism, how can a minister lead people to be stronger, when the minister himself shows no shame in their own acts of escapism? The answer is THEY CAN'T. And with such hypocrisy, it should be no surprise that the comments on the article caused so discord that the comments are closed.

Meanwhile with me, what you see is what you get. There's no image involved on my part, and that is what people want in a minister. However, even though I played dumb to sit in on a minister training class from his church to learn just how spiritually corrupt his church is, being a minister was never my goal.

In regards to Rivers of Living Water, I already voiced by issues and their part in my distancing myself from religion in my open letter to them. So just simply click on that link to get those details.

Side note: The church was called Rivers at Rehoboth when I was guest attending. So why the name change since I started writing my posts, I don't know.

Some of the more catty readers of this post are probably saying, "LeNair can't keep a man because (like Taylor Swift) he always writes about them when it's over. So men get scared."

Well, before I go any further with the main idea of this post, my response to that is a 2-parter:
1)If they were the real MEN they initially presented themselves as, instead of being the boys with toys I later discovered them to be, then I wouldn't have to write about them so negatively. So a guy having confidence in his own moral character has nothing to fear. Therefore, he wouldn't give such an excuse to not get involved with me. And;
2)Take note of the fact that you know Douglas Sanders by face and name. Meanwhile, the guy from "You Can Say Never", except for his being White and an atheist, you know nothing about him. So he could be anybody. It's because the guy from "You Can Say Never" was man enough to let us have the conversation that gave us closure. Meanwhile, Douglas Sanders, a so-called "man of god" never manned-up. He put off that conversation until my patience was tested way beyond humane levels. So his name and photos are on blast.

Such behavior on Douglas' part may very well explain why he has claimed that some in his past have just abruptly left his life. Regardless of that, as a writer, I may have to vent, but if you do your part, I will respect you enough to be discreet about your identity.

Anyway, with that said, while both of these guys played a part in my distancing myself from religion, you can't deny how it is beyond a fucking shame when an atheist outdoes a so-called "man of God". Thereby making Douglas a disgrace to his new title of "minister". Douglas never earned that respect. So to all the catty readers, EAT THAT!!!

UPDATE on 5/7: An incident further confirming Douglas Sander's hypocrisy that pushed me to this decision against religion:
Fraud To God: A White Minister Says He's 'Black By Insertion'

All of the aforementioned instances from said parties put me at risk for making me what  I fault many gays for being - one so quick to give up on God altogether once they come out. Thereby making me what I loathe to a heinous degree. The type of person making me need to write this post so I don't become one of them ---a hypocrite.

This post is by no means saying that all religious people are bad. But based on my experiences, and recent headlines of ministers in the vein of Douglas Sanders showing up on Grindr, I do feel an overwhelming number of religious followers are greatly misled. I also feel that they are saddened to a degree by the man-made restrictions they follow passed off to be those of God. Therefore, since misery loves company, they want others to do the same as them. And it says a lot how even when I was living a life trying to follow a religion, my most loyal and supportive friends were not religious. Yet, the religious people in my life were always limiting in support of my exploring unknown territories of life.

It is for this reason that I am done with religion. Am I done for good? I don't know. But if following a religion stays dead to me in my life, as some of you have a list of people who brought you to that point, I have my list as well. So it will take someone less imprisoned by their faith to resurrect religion for me. And whatever the case, my being done with religion does not mean I am done with my love of God. For I doubt that he is done with his love for me.


Saturday, December 13, 2014

Don't Disrespect This Fuck!

Due to how much I see poppers as a sign of a continuing sexually social epidemic within the gay community despite our present ongoing social acceptance, I have made it no secret of my disdain for them. To the point that I have made the vow to myself to never date a guy who uses them. And I believe this poem clearly explains why.

This sentiment is further explained in my poem, "Poppered Preacher". It's a poem about a minister-in-training who I was recently involved with. If you read my Tumblr blog post on Calling Out Ass Holes that was an open letter to the church he attends, then you have the foundation for that poem already in your minds. So I hope you will let yourself be enlightened by that poem as well.

Now, if you feel either of these poems made the gay community looked bad to the mostly heterosexual audience it was presented to, since I made it clear that I myself don't use them, that's not my fault. That is an issue that needs to be taken up with the user(s) of poppers that you are the most familiar with. So this problem will stop, thereby making me no longer need to address it. And if you're one of those users, then your ill-will towards these poems is your calling to STOP.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Don't Tell Me Not

Don’t tell me not to talk about sex
All of you fuck, and my talk is not so much to boast
Dirty as my talk might sometimes be
It’s meant for you to learn the most
As we live in this repressive society
Where “sex” is such a dirty word
That even couples need an arbitrator
So that their desire of one another is heard

I also talk about sex to undo the brainwashing
That we for centuries have been told
Sexual roles based on gender, orientation, and ethnicity
Can finally be broken from their poisonous mold
To see a woman’s vagina is a cherished passage for passion
 The sexuality spectrum has more colors than initially figured
And a Black male has the smarts to be a man
And not imitate porn playing “gorilla nigger”

So don’t tell me not to talk about racism
Showing yourself to be a racially insensitive bitch
For you wouldn’t want me to tell you to be quiet
If the power dynamic suddenly switched
Where my black skin made me perceived most beautiful
And intellectually treated to be the superior
Meanwhile, no matter how smart and beautiful you are in the eyes of God
I say you’re shit on the sole of my shoe, and inferior

You were hoping I was one of those Blacks
Weak enough for you to guilt into silence
Calling me “another angry Black man” to dismiss me
…But that only justifies my verbal violence
The only reason my violence is verbal and not physical
Besides you talking computer bold, instead of face to face
Is due to my faith in the God to whom I pray
So this is the point you should be on your knees
For it’s because of Him you see another day

So don’t tell me not to talk about God
Showing yourself to be insecure and unsafe
For if I’m not force-feeding you about religion
Only one thing makes you want to silence talk of my faith
You want to bathe in your arrogance
Believing all you do and have is all thanks to you
Like your every breath, every accomplishment, and wish come true
Well, if there’s a Judgment Day, you’ll be shown the truth

So don’t tell me not to talk about matters
That are staring us all in the face
For your insensitivity and lack of compassion
Is making your every breath a disgrace
So when God a.k.a. Karma beats you down
Taking away a loved life, material wealth, or physical prowess
Though none of that will be wished upon you
I will not shed a single tear
For I will become a link in the chain of insensitivity that you birthed
So it finally becomes clear
That if you do not stop trying to silence my truths

You will have plenty of comeuppance to fear

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Ongoing Anti-Gay, Misogynist, White Male Supremacist "Minds" of The Facebook Police

I was blocked 3 days for posting this:

Sharing an undeniable TRUTH told by Jessica Ransom:
These are the only type of gay boy movies that get made...

1. AIDS
2. Drug Use
3. Eating out (there's like 8 of these horrible movies)
4. A white player dude falling for another white dude.
5. White gay dudes and their straight white fag hags
6. More AIDS flicks
7. A straight acting white gay male in the closet, falls for a white bottom
8. A straight famous hollywood actor playing gay just win an Oscar.. doesnt matter the subject or if the movie is good or not. He is STRAIGHT and playing GAY! (Color me SHOCKED)
9. Bio Pics
10. Suicide/Depressing shit (see #2)

And my reply:
Hence why #GayCinema is not, and should not be treated respectfully. Until producers, writers, and directors show ethnic and emotional diversity to ourselves FIRST, then the world, it will be a medium that deserves it being repeatedly overlooked, and easily forgotten.
#SickOfRacistSelfLoathingGayWhiteMalesInFrontAndBehindTheCamera

Blocking me from posting for 3 days over this ONCE AGAIN shows that if you are Black, gay, or female showing that you have enough of a brain in your head to see the messed up truth around us, then the racist, anti-gay, women-hating tech geeks at Facebook will undoubtedly immediately place a bullseye on your head.

After those 3 days, on May 31st, I met a tall European with brown hair, pulled back to a small ponytail at Daniel Nardicio & Owen Hawk's party, Sausage Factory. Unfortunately, he did what many non-Blacks (and even some Blacks) who claim to be racially open to finding Black males attractive do. He was all into me, but once the White-dominated gay media ideal of Black beauty being a gymrat, dark-skinned, and bald guy showed up, I became runner-up, or less. And when I called the European on it, he tried to justify himself by comparing the expectations of him being a tall, slim European with that of being a Black male in the gay community. Yes, my gay Black brothers and sisters, you read correct. If I thought to remember his name, I would have found his pic, and posted it here so you could keep an eye out for this asshole. Anyway, I told of this incident on Facebook, and added that if I didn't have the self-control that I have, such a statement from him "could cause him damage."

For this, the post was removed, and I got blocked from posting another 7 days. Hence why important a post as it is, "The 'Are You Clean?' Challenge" didn't get the posting and sharing that it should have gotten on Facebook. Because the Facebook police in their repeatedly offensive fashion unfairly silenced me. Motivated by their White racist, anti-gay, women-hating, dumb jock fratboy mentality.

For example, via Twitter I was made aware of someone asking for a Facebook page to be taken down. For it was made by a guy supporting the shooter of the UCSB shootings, Elliot Rodger. The reason the tweet was posted was because Facebook gave a political bullshit response saying that it was better to report an individual post rather than an entire page. What makes this bullshit is the fact that the moment Facebook was notified that a page supporting Elliot Rodger was up, if they are going to take down my post, and block me for 3 days, then 7 more, then they should have definitely sprung into action and gave a worst punishment to whomever made that page supporting Elliot Rodger. But since this is not the first time Facebook has showed a double standard that favors hateful White males, their slow action (if any) is not a surprise.

So this post is to make you aware. If you haven't realized it by now, should you show admiration for the near nude female form, or should you speak ill against a woman of any color, a gay person, and/or a person of color (especially Black), Facebook could care less. But if you show pride in your homosexuality by way of male suggestive photos, of should you speak against the fuck-faced and/or mentally unstable antics of any White male, Facebook puts a bullseye on you to silence you.

And this double is not a situation that is unique to only me. Along with myself, I have had many gay male Facebook friends show male suggestive photos (not nude or pornographic) with groins covered and maybe 2 tiny hairs of male pubes being either issued warnings, been blocked from posting, or both. Meanwhile, to entertain the frat-boy mentality of their tech geek police, Facebook allows a photo showing a female with a bikini so small that she has a camel-toe, or is so far down that all the material really covers is her clit.

With all that said, I wonder can a class action suit be brought against Facebook for harassment of some kind. For online bullying of this kind is sounding much like a Social Media Aged Klu Klux Klan, and Christian right wing mindset that says, "Show what we like, and what we are. We see your existence and likes to be an abomination. Therefore, we're going to taunt and bully you until you go into hiding, and/or die from the shame we bring upon you."

Sounds about right, my colored and gay brothers and sisters? Sadly, in 2014, even in the virtual world, ...yes, this is happening.

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