Wednesday, December 23, 2015

The Nurse Drained The Whiskey Out Of Me

I'm not advocating in convincing people to doing something like this, but it was quite interesting what happened to me on that day.

I woke up one morning with my body still filled with whiskey from the night before. I woke up the first time at around three in the morning and struggled to go back to sleep. So around four, I did something about it by drinking more whiskey in order to go back to sleep. It was a crazy attempt, but it did work. By the time it was five in the morning, I was passed out and went into a sleep in order to be ready for the traditional morning.

I woke up and rose up enough to leave my apartment to run a few errands. I was still half drunk, but it didn't stop me from doing what I had to do for the day. One of those things was a doctor's appointment. Today was the day to do some recent blood work for the doctor. The thing that is interesting about being a man in your twenties is that you are taught early what you need to do before you turn thirty or even forty. It's situations like that that makes me laugh. We are taught in our twenties to have fun, yet at the same time, look out for our health and be careful.

A tiny case of bi-polar disorder from the doctors if you ask me. Lol.

I went to the doctor trying to hide the whiskey that was still in my system. We went inside a private room and began doing blood work. She wanted to do an update on my health and decided to do some blood work. She stuck the needle in me and blood began to draw out.

Call me crazy, but I thought this was an interesting experience. As the blood was coming out of me, I felt the whiskey was coming out of my system. Every alcoholic was coming out. By the time the session was over, I was sober like nobody's business. I walked out of that doctor's office ready to go out for a jog without the hopes of running into anybody accidentally.

All I can say is this about my doctor. She sure knew how to drain the whiskey out of me.

Monday, December 14, 2015

H&M + Me = Temporary Holiday Shopping Addict

People like me aren't normally caught in the middle of discount manias. I've never been tempted by things like Black Friday and Cyber Monday. I admit that they each provide excellent deals, but I still think it applies that particular groups of people who aren't afraid to spend at least $100 a day.

I don't know how this happened. I remembered walking into a H&M because I wanted to use my new credit card and spend it on a new pair of underwear. I'm growing up now and everything from my personal desk to my underwear drawer needs to evolve. So with a few hours to spare, I decided to go to the nearby store and finally buy this particular pair of boxer briefs that I've been dying to buy and wear forever. The minute I stepped foot in there, my mouth dropped.

It started out with a pair of pants that would normally sell for $39, and I got it for $10. Some button down shirts and sweaters that normally sales around $15-$20 has been downsized to $5-$9.99. Of course, it's hard to find shirts that are a size XS and pants that are a 28-29 waist, but the minute I saw them, you know I grabbed them. I even for the first time found a hat that actually matches my head after almost my entire life of looking for one. I never came home with a large shopping bag full of clothes.

I thought I was going to go in there once. I've been there four times now. I'm staring at my closet fill up in a good way, seeing that I've finally found time to stock it up. When college life kicks into overdrive shopping is the least thing on your mind unless you treat it as a therapist. Retail Therapy 101.

Shopping like crazy isn't a problem if you know you can afford. In many ways, this has been doing me a favor. I've been meaning to add more stuff in my closet. My account are actually screaming out "Hallelujah" because they know me as the guy that doesn't spend much. So all of my credit cards are happy right now.

When H&M said 60% off they truly weren't kidding. H&M has become the new thrift stores when it comes to their holiday specials.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

All Gay Men Should Be Sexually Versatile

I went out to dinner one night with a friend from college. We began having one of those long, heartfelt, deep, man-to-man conversations, which is one of the reasons why I love our friendship. I know that whenever he and I get together, we are going to be the discussing the truth about life. This one conversation blew my mind, and I still to this day can never forget it.

The both of us agreed that the experiences in our last relationships influenced us to be sexually fluent with our future partners. We’ve always played a certain position for our partners during our early years. But somewhere down the line, things began to change.

We grew up and became more self-aware of ourselves as men in general. The roles shifted where instead of us wanting to be taken care of, we wanted to take on that dominant role and take care of someone else due to previous experiences in being mistreated. The same way women are encouraged to know their bodies inside and out, we believe that the same should apply to men and their bodies; knowing how it develops and how to take care of it gently.

One of overall things we agreed on as gay men is that we should all be sexually versatile.

I, for one, can say that I’m tired of labels and the social taboos we put on ourselves as gay men. As soon as we present ourselves to people in a certain way, there’s instantly a label placed on our forehead. Once that happens, the label becomes the definition of the person it’s been put on. They know how they would act amongst their friends. They know what role they’ve taken when they have a boyfriend. And finally, they know what position they are in bed, and it’ll never change.

This is what I say. Remove the label and become versatile with who you are inside and out. 

People who are sexually versatile do in many ways want to have it both ways every single night. This is a factual thing. But the one thing that I don’t think people know about sexual versatility is that people who do it are satisfied with whatever position they get in when the lights go off. After all, when it’s time to turn off that lamp on the nightstand, you don’t know what you’re going to get. Your partner may say they do one thing, but the night may result in a completely different sexual episode that they didn’t disclose to you.

For a versatile person, they know their bodies and their well-being inside and out. Their minds have been taught to be fluent with their sexual escapades. This applies not only physically, but spiritually, and knowledgeably. For the average person that can be a close minded, you’ll be surprised what happens to you when you begin to read an erotica novel, or listening to stories regarding BDSM, or the handkerchief code. That knowledge on life unconsciously influenced yourself to be open-minded about so many things in life without limiting yourself to the traditional A-Z rules of sex you grew up listening about.

The overall conclusion of any sexual episode is to finish the night satisfied with sweat, achieving orgasms, and having an explosive ejaculation from down under. What’s the point in having to add all of those extra strict limitations that you’ve placed on your body regarding terms like “tops” and “bottoms?”

This is just my own personal opinion. I know people look at sex and the roles they play more different than how I perceive it. I just refuse to live life full of social taboos and labels. I’m the type of person who has researched, studied, and learned from many different people, cultures and various parts of life, that it has caused me to be open minded, and not put social labels on how I act amongst my lovers, or how I perform in the bedroom.

Like I said before, you don’t know what you’ll be when the lights go off. So why limit yourself with only one position?