Everybody has it, my friends, and WE want to hear about YOURS.
Yep, it's time for another installment of The Truth.

Previous installments include: The Crush Entry.
Also: The Parallel You Entry.
Also: The Memory You'll Never Lose Entry.
Also: The Fetish / Kink Entry.
Also: The Drug Entry

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I want to hear about you.

How do you identify?

Gay? Straight? Bi? Queer? Undecided? Chubby-chaser? Ass-man? Size queen? Latino-lover? Bear? Furry? (see what I did there?)

Are you a guy who only bangs girls or are you a guy who only bangs girls but occasionally gets an inexplicable desire to suck a dick?

Are you a woman who desperately wishes she liked other women sexually?

Are you a closeted gay man or a “college bisexual” woman?

Do you swing? Are you polyamorous? Polygamous? Monogamous? Omnigamous?

Do you have sexual feelings that you don’t voice, are scared to voice, would never voice?

Would you rather have oral than penetrative sex? Vice versa?

Are you trapped in something—a body, a relationship, a category—that offends you or holds you back?

Do you need to have something in particular happen or be present to really get to it?
What is sex to you, what is your sexuality to you?

What is sex to you, what is your sexuality to you?

I’ve always been fascinated with concepts of sexuality and the vast expanse of sexual desires and wants and needs, so lay yours out on the table, so to speak. All of it.


Me?

I'm queer.

I'm equally attracted to males and females and every notch in-between.

As some of you know, I despise looking in mirrors. I don’t like the way I look and I don’t ever look like what I look like in my head. It’s clear from my reflection that I’m male—facial structure, beard, et cetera—but I have a hard time thinking of myself as a “guy.” It’s insanely difficult to explain. I just feel like a person, you know? That my sexual organs include a penis sometimes feels secondary. I look at people as people. There's just some shit that I'll never be able to explain, even to myself.

I don’t have any particular body part—i.e. breasts, arms, ass—that I focus on when I look at people in a sexual way.
I like to think that there isn’t anything physical that automatically turns me off from people, but who knows?
I really like when girls dress like boys.
I really like when boys dress like girls.
Smiles turn me on.
Amateur porn does it for me about ten times more than the professional stuff.
Fake breasts usually scare me.
I don't care if you shave everything or nothing, but the latter is less-preferred.
Posthuman/cybernetic things are attractive to me.
I wish I looked good in drag. I recently discovered that I can pull some off, and it felt fantastic.
God DAMN I enjoy performing oral sex.
Some days I swish, some days I swagger.

There’s something about tight, non-meatmarket clothes, and any clothes that make you look happy and comfortable.
You are always sexier to me if you feel like you’re sexy, but don’t mistake arrogance and ego for confidence and that indefinable spark.

I’m always up for trying something new.

I think you're pretty.


If you have questions, ask away; I'll answer nearly everything.

So there you have some-but-not-all about me…

…what about YOU?

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If you do them, you're a loser.

If you don't do them...well, you're a loser.
 

Admit it; you've done drugs.
Or...maybe you haven't.
The question that I want to know the answer to is: WHY?
    
Why do you do them?
Why don't you do them?

Yep, it's time for another installment of The Truth.

Previous installments include: The Crush Entry.
Also: The Parallel You Entry.
Also: The Memory You'll Never Lose Entry.
Also: The Fetish / Kink Entry.

{All of those entries are still open for commenting}

So here's what I want to know...

WHAT THE HELL IS THE DEAL WITH YOU AND DRUGS?

If you use them, when did you start? 
What did you start with?
Was there peer pressure involved?
How old were you, where were you, had you planned it all out ahead of time?
When did you do your first "hard" drug?
What do you like most about your drug of choice?
Would you stop if you could or do you wish you'd started sooner?
What's that one drug story that you just have to tell us?

If you don't use 'em, then why not?
Did you start and then stop?
Are you afraid of them?
Do you want to start but can't figure out how?
How do you feel when you find out that somebody you know does drugs?
Do you find yourself looking down on them or being envious?
What's that one drug story that you just have to tell us?

Me, I'm fascinated by drugs, in both a positive and negative way. You're not going to hear what, if anything, I do. Not directly, at least. Probably. Maybe some of you know, most of you probably don't. I will tell you that I'm fascinated by the more natural hallucinogenics like mushrooms and DMT. Shared hallucinations and insights that can be gained absolutely intrigue me. Not that I've ever done any or want to try some or get me some or never mind, drugs are bad.

Okay, maybe I was briefly addicted to ephedrine in college, but maybe I got out of that.

So...pot? 
E? 
Horse tranquilizers?
Lickable toads?
Bone marrow samples from Keith Richards?
Chemically-altered Mr. Pibb?

Step up to the table.

Tell us what you want...

...and we'll tell you if we've got it.

Finally, would this be even more awesome on drugs?


DISCUSS WITH EACH OTHER.
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Remember The Crush Entry?
Remember The Parallel You Entry
?
Remember The Memory You'll Never Lose Entry
?

Feel free to go back and look at them, even comment on them, but for now...

It's time for another one:

The other day I posted some pics about the giantess fetish and while the discussions in the entry got rather interesting, most interesting to me was that I got a reply from a giantess fetishest. I asked him if he could tell me more about it, and he detailed where he is certain his fetish developed. He was five and playing with metal cars with a 15 or 16 year-old girl...

"She played with a Jeep (she was the thief) and I had a Police Tin Car. So, it was summer, we were on the lawn...and I was sliding around on my stomach, presumably stimulating myself without knowing what I did. Her mother called her to get inside, as they wanted to leave, so she got up and went inside, stepping on my Police car and crushing it. Thinking about Pavlov, I guess I climaxed right then. She stood there for a few moments, then dug her fingers into the earth and pulled the wreck out. It was pancaked and had her foot smell on it...

Now imagine yourself being five years old and playing with a car. You do not play *with* the car, you imagine yourself inside it. And then there's this foot, the size of a small truck (yes, she had big feet, size 9 1/2) mashing your car like it wasn't even there, yes, actually pressing it into the ground.

And then you look up and see this beautiful girl (I didn't care about girls at age 5 of course, yet I think the image was etched into my mind) towering above you, smiling innocently and not comprehending what she just did to you... in more than the "you crushed my favoritest toy" meaning."   --- Alex

I'm always terrifically interested by fetishes, so getting this kind of response to my question was VERY interesting and VERY informative.

So here's my question for you:

What's your fetish?

Let me detail what I'm talking about here. If you're into heavy bondage, or giantesses, or golden showers, or any number of things that people commonly identify as fetishes, that's cool, but don't think that those are the only kinds of fetishes.

Are you may be far more interested in a woman's breasts than the average person?
Do you positively love men with hairy bodies?
Perhaps having hot wax poured on you is a vast turn-on?
Maybe you may like having people talk dirty to you?
Is humiliation a sexual thing to you?
Or is it something as simple as black hair?

I'm considering a fetish to be anything that turns YOU on and goes above and beyond "baseline" sexual attraction, i.e. "I like hot guys" or "I like to have sex with women."

Anything you like that really gets you going that you know probably wouldn't do the same for the person next to you is what we want to hear about.

And don't say "I don't have one." Trust me, you do. If you disagree, take some time to think...you'll find it.

You ready?

DISCUSS

And don't be ashamed to ask your friends to participate...

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benchilada: (Bird People)
Remember The Crush Entry?
Remember The Parallel You Entry?

Let's have another, shall we?

I wish I could remember what memory I associate this video with. I just can't seem to put my finger on it, but it's always there. My brain doesn't work the best, particularly when it comes to memory, so chances are that it's gone forever, which leaves a very weird feeling.

Have a listen, then keep going.


I remember that this song has a memory associated with it, but I don't remember what, so I've just got this wave of nostalgia and a hole in my heart that won't ever be filled with anything. Empty associations and feelings like a punch in the heart.

So here's my question...

What's the memory that is conjured when you think about memories?
For better or worse, what's the one that always comes to mind?

Is it the first time you kissed her?
Is it the first time he hit you?
Is it when you finally made it, when you finally knew you'd succeeded?
Is it when you touched down in that new country and knew you belonged?
Is it the time you knew you'd never see him again?
Is it the time you knew you never wanted to see her again?
Is it something as simple as that time you were on the swings at the park in spring and the day lasted forever?
Is it something so complex that it would take hours to explain every detail?

What is the memory that's so stuck in you that it will never leave, whether you want it to or not?

Good or bad, we want to know The Truth, and I want to know what others think when they hear it.

Anonymous Comments are allowed for this entry, so you don't have to sign your name. I.P. Logging is also off, so I won't know where the messages came from.


Also, both of those previous entries are still open for comments.

So...

...

Somebody has to start..
benchilada: (Automat)

Time for another one like The Crush Entry.

Look...
I know you love your kids.
I know you love your lover, your husband, your wife.
I know that you love your friends.

But…we’ve all got that desire in the back of our heads, right? That thing that says “This isn’t where I want to be," or at least, "You know what else I could be doing?” It’s far more complex than that, since so many of us are happy or at least okay with our lives, but it’s there in all of us. You cannot deny it.

In that parallel universe in your head, you’re somewhere else. You’re someone else. A place where everybody you love and care about is still safe and loved and cared about, but you’ve not known them, or you’ve known them in a different way. Do you understand? Everybody in your “real” life is fine in this other world, but you…you’re different.

You could just say, "I'm happy with how everything is now." But there's that other life, isn't there?

So…

TELL ME ABOUT IT.

 
Tell me where Parallel Universe You is right now.

EDIT: Feel free to be completely "King of the Moon" fictional about this, but I'm most interested in the REAL scenarios. The ones you dwell on some nights...

Are you in Italy, running a bakery?
Are you in Spain, just living life, working and then going home to your cat and your dark-skinned lover every night?
Did you never leave the big city?
Did you not blow college by doing too many drugs?
Did you decide to go ahead and blow college by doing too many drugs?
Did you have sex with more people? Less?
Did you take that big risk and succeed…or did you not take it, so you wouldn’t fail?
Did you choose a different person, a different job, a different path?

Me? I’ll just give you a small taste.

Like Real Universe Benjamin, Parallel Universe Benjamin saw his first John Woo movie in 1995. He can’t remember whether it was A Better Tomorrow, or Hard-Boiled, or The Killer, but he saw it. And his mind wasn’t just blown, it was kicked a few nanometers to the side.

I don’t know if he finished college or if he just went to Hong Kong and learned Cantonese by having it brutally ingrained in his head through daily life over months and years. He lives there now, making a decent living writing screenplays for Tsui Hark and Johnnie To. He lives in a respectable apartment. He might be alone, apart from his cats, or he might have found somebody. He has his books and his toys and his DVDs and every day when he steps out into the street, it’s like a new world all over again. Heh. You should see the things he eats.

And man, you should hear what his vacations are like.

I.P. logging is off, Anonymous Comments are enabled, so now it's your turn. Tell us the truth. All of it.

“Now John at the bar is a friend of mine,
 He gets me my drinks for free,
 And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke,
 But there’s someplace that he’d rather be.
 He says, ‘Bill, I believe this is killing me,’
 As the smile ran away from his face.
 ‘Well I’m sure that I could be a movie star,
 If I could get out of this place.” – “Piano Man” - Billy Joel


A crush.

Probably one you shouldn't have.
Probably one you'll never act on.
But it's there.

Itching.

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So...

Tell me about it...



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