the shit behind the glitter

He said: My lady has picked up a nasty office flu so she's soaking in the tub with some candles and music. Tonight is all me. A commenter left a nice comment about She Said having it made having a man who is comfortable with having no sexual boundaries. Thank you anonymous commenter. Now, let me tell you exactly what it can lead to, because this world is not on your side if you have a fearless heart.

I had two groups of friends, a gay group (due to a longtime friend "coming out") and a straight group. One night a little before I met She Said, both groups were sitting at a bar together. A chance meeting between two groups turned into a dozen people getting very drunk together. I was catching comments on the edges of the conversations though, disparaging comments coming from both directions. I thought we were all modern urban hipsters, we all could handle it. Then I went home with my friend __________ (the one with the HUGE cock), and half-knew we were going to end up in bed. And we did. We fucked until we passed out, and then got up in the morning and fucked again. I gave him a ride home and walked him hand in hand up to his step. It was broad daylight and the city sidewalk was full of people going to work but I didn't care so I we hugged and kissed in front of the world, just two friends who had a nice one night stand.

Word got around to both groups, but I was cool with the shit I was going to get. I always wanted to have sex with a guy when the chance came up. I was good looking and single and I'm glad it was with who it was with.

Then shit hit the fan. From every direction.

My gay friends called me names and accused me of "slumming" and "exercising straight privilege", whatever that means. My straight friends abandoned me, just stopped calling and stopped returning calls. I lost a dozen friends because I fucked another man. Was it worth it? No. Hell no. Not even close. I still burn inside with rage thinking about it.

And to this day if I saw any of those ignorant bigoted fuckers, both straight and gay, I would not hesitate one second to spit right in their fucking face. Friends don't delete their friends from their lives because of sexual choices. The only one I am still friends with is the friend who I had sex with, and we hooked up a few times afterwards (I still dream sometimes of sucking his cock) but nothing was the same.

Moral of the story? No matter how cool and accepting and progressive you think your friends are, watch your step. Some two-faced fuckers (straight or gay) will drop you if you scare them. They think that you want to fuck them, so they vanish. It hurts. It hurts bad enough that there have been times years later that I cried my eyes out about it, and I'm the kind of person who could get their arm cut off and not cry. I'm a tough motherfucker, but the heart can be surprisingly weak when friends decide to shit on you. It makes you question yourself over and over and over.








I would so suck this tranny's little dick. I think it's cute. And I can only imagine the shit that a cross-gendered person goes through. Like I said, I'm a tough fucker who won't back down from anybody. But somebody who chooses to live where almost everybody hates them is much tougher than I will ever be. I had a close miss with a beautiful skinny glittery girlieboy in a powder blue Adidas tracksuit in a bar called The Top on Haight Street in San Francisco, and I think about her occasionally. She, and people like her who cut totally across the grain of society, are more of a man than I'll ever be.

We might go on a roadtrip so it might be a few days before the next transmission from Planet Bisexy. We both need to get out of the city for a few. See you on the other side.