Showing posts with label DADT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DADT. Show all posts

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Sex Advice: Sexercise

"How Many Calories Does Sex Burn?

theatlantic.com

How many calories do you burn when you make love? I’m thinking if it’s high enough, wouldn’t promiscuity be a better way of getting fit than going to the gym? Besides, I’d love to be able to say, “I’m not a whore; I’m an athlete.” In all seriousness, if I can fuck the fat off, why would I try to try to jog it off?

– Aspiring Slut

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Shh, don't ask....

Don't ask, baby. Don't tell the boys. Shh....

from Church Cat



The problem with dreams is that, sometimes, you believe they will come true. That's the consequence of falling.



"Boys break down each other’s walls. It’s an exercise in patience, getting a man to surrender to you, but when they do, their body explodes with feelings. They lock themselves up and when someone finally opens the floodgates, a whole lot of everything comes out. They’re a piƱata and you’re carrying the bat.

People always seem to marvel at men who unravel and show their sensitive sides. A woman delights at seeing such a change. It’s such a victory to see a male become unchained to their machismo. When it happens between two men, however, it’s truly magnificent. The sight of two boys loving each other like they’ve been taught not to do is a revelation.

We know what you think of us. We know that there’s this image of gay men just being detached and hungry for sex. There is that. There is a lot of that. But there’s also thoughtfulness, concern, monogamy, Sunday afternoons in bed, I love you babe, I love you a lot, and you make me so happy. There’s so much of that and it’s never really talked about. It’s the secret lives of boys who love boys. Let’s blow the lid off of it, okay? Let’s expose every sweet moment, every kissed neck, every intense hand holding session." (Secret Lives....
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