Giving Myself Permission

Posting on this blog is essentially for my own arousal and satisfaction. I do not permit myself, in pursuing pleasure, to lie at all. I am committed to complete honesty. There is certainly an element of exaggeration, or rather of enlarging certain facts out of proportion.

I reserve the right to express myself as colorfully as I please. Consider this a declaration giving myself permission to continue writing in the same vein as my first two posts. More emphatically, I plan to write posts with an even greater enthusiasm bordering perhaps on the absurd. I consider this a literary project, and its success depends upon an unconditional freedom to explore aspects of sexuality. I will not apologize for any future postings, but will clarify or modify any statements that unintentionally cause offense, if that offense is justified. I also will not be dismayed by negative criticism; no one is forced to visit this blog, and I definitely would like to discourage the vast majority from ever reading a word on here.

I often doubt whether I really want to have sex with men. Perhaps, I consider, I am merely aroused by the thought of the whole thing, but not the activity. I have had two homosexual experiences that I will address at some point, but nothing so far has ruled out this possibility. Even if this whole fantasy turns out to be imaginative in nature, I will have lost nothing. This is good practice at writing, which is something I want to pursue. It has also been a good deal of fun.

I really do have my heart set on getting some dick, and then some, for the rest of my adult life. I wasn't kidding when I described how, at eighteen, catching a glimpse of my buddies' cock opened my eyes to the allure of the penis. I can't imagine anyone not capable of being slightly aroused by the sight of a particularly cute dick.

Such is the necessity of giving oneself permission. We too often yield to prevailing prejudices at the expense of our own happiness. I must count myself lucky to perceive the attraction of masculinity, and the joys of cock. It would be cruel to deny myself that which I find naturally so desirable, in order to fit into a false psychosexual scheme.