The other day, I was chatting with a gorgeous guy on a gay app. Physically, he looked like the Statue of David meets Crossfit. It was the type of body that you want to undress with your tongue – and then never brush your teeth again.
We had a filthy conversation about our deepest desires. It was everything you almost never dare to speak aloud. It was dirty, dirty, dirty – and I loved every minute of it. I couldn’t wait to meet this sex God in person.
But then he wrote:
Hey, I know this is none of my business but I’m sure you get a lot of takers… so how often do you hookup?
My first thought, as my boner subsided, was that he’s right: It is none of his business.
But then he continued:
I don’t want to offend, but I wonder because we talked about a lot of dirty things and I have to think about catching something. Again, not to offend, and you don’t need to tell me.
Thanks for the permission to my own privacy.
Regardless, I do understand his concerns about sexual health. But asking about hookup frequency isn’t the same as asking about my safer sex practices. He’s not asking about PrEP, testing or condom use – all of which would have been fair game. Instead, he’s simultaneously shaming me for the very things he wants to do!
It’s like saying, “I want to do all the slutty things that we talked about. But I only want you to do them with me, because otherwise I’ll find you undesirable and dirty.” It’s a hypocritical double standard that doesn’t exactly put me in the mood.
It’s not dissimilar from straight guys celebrating their sexual conquests while shaming women for theirs. Or how straight men often want to find a a little slut who can give them pleasure in taboo ways – but that is a virgin untouched by men. It’s disgusting.
The world needs more sex, more connections and more orgasms. So it’s my hope that this guy – and everyone else – is having as much toe-curling, soul-nourishing, ecstatic sex as they crave. And that they are doing it in ways that contribute to the mental, physical and spiritual health of themselves and their partners. In short, it’s the reason that Himeros.tv exists.
Needless to say, my filthy fantasies never came to fruition with this prospective lover. The mood was killed. The moment was gone. So even if you look like the Greek god of sodomy himself, it takes more to get into the pants of this little slut.
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