I find myself thinking more than any other time. I cannot sleep and I guess its time for me to write a little more even if hardly anyone comes across this blog.
Like I have stated before the plastic world within the gay community is enticing and hard to resist. But along this path of great pleasures and endless parties we also find hazardous encounters. Remember when you dozed off during health class because you thought it was too boring until the professor had to sheepishly put a condom on a banana? Or having to turn away from the screen in disgust as the whole class watched the video where a woman is giving birth and you see her tiny vagina being outstretched beyond recognition? No? Maybe that was just me...
Also as i have mentioned before gay men have proven to have higher levels of testosterone. Lets face it we are some horny mothafos and sometimes a cold shower can only take us so far. The lack of a boyfriend, the endless nights alone, the natural biological process of sperm and testosterone production and the easy access to hook up sites and gay chats can only make it easier for someone to have random sexual encounters. Forgot to mention the odd nights when someone drinks a little too much at the club and ends up having sex in a place you cannot recall the next morning with someone who's name you cannot remember.
Modern culture teaches us how to use sex to sell what ever it is. Look at a t.v. add where the mom cooking hamburger helper is mighty hot. Or the gillette razor commercial where the dude is only shaving his face but he has to be shirtless and sporting a six pack. Oh damn that makes me wanna shave now. (laughs) But in reality we aren’t taught to take care of ourselves. Or we simply forget along the way.
I accept it I am a late bloomer to all this craziness and with it I was unaware of the dangers a simple sexual encounter might include. Up until I came out I had no idea I should get tested every so often. I still remember my first time at the doctors office getting tested. The nurse was being a sweet heart asking me questions and basically distracting me because I told her I don’t like to get blood drawn out of me. The needle felt like a hot pinch but what came next was totally unexpected; call it paranoia, call it being crazy or over reacting but as soon as the first drop of blood came out the smell of rust clawed at my nose and everything turned black after. (laughs) I woke up with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol near my nose and the sweet nurse holding my legs up sitting on a chair. I had fainted. But at least I was done with my duty. Ever since I became sexually active I check myself periodically, something I personally believe everyone should do but most forget to do so. Disappointingly to society when we happen to mention the word that defines our sexual preference mostly immediately think of HIV and AIDS.
Sex is good, sex feels great, having sex is normal, it is a biological need and a great way to relieve stress as well as the most beautiful expression of love. But what about the consequences of being careless. Porn sites make sex even hotter by showing bareback scenes and little by little we being to forget the golden rule. We begin to desensitize to the words we see and hear every day. Without glove there aint no love baby...
Hiv, gonorea, clamidia and several other stds can easily be prevented if we only made the habit of carrying a rubber in our wallets. Better be prepared than to face the awkward moment when neither of the two have the proper equipment to get dirty. We need more than balls and sweat to play... So to all my gays out there whether you think you won’t need it or you think it will make you seem like a whore... learn to carry a motherfucking condom in your pocket. Get checked and learn how to take care of you as well as your partner in crime. With this being said get gloved and start playing...
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