This blog "What is a Man?" is my main blog and features me and my friends' and others' gay/queer experiences, observations, essays, and news, with imagery of male nudity and men's sexuality in Western contexts. For explicit male nudity and men's sexuality, visit my blog titled "Nude Men Art", showcasing my digital photo-manipulation artworks. I also have a novel-in-progress blog titled "Lunar Rise Meditations". My blogs' links are on my "About Me" profile page on the right-hand column. NOTE: This blog's audience is supposed to be only the 8 countries of South Asia in the Indian Subcontinent, namely Afghanistan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, India, Maldives, Nepal, Pakistan, and Sri Lanka. Since this is a South Asia oriented blog, using Google Translate service, I will try as much as possible to translate articles in this blog to the 8 languages of the 8 South Asia countries. WARNING: This blog contains explicit pictures, GIFs, videos, and artworks of naked men and nude men enjoying gay sex, including oral sex on penis and anal intercourse anus sodomy, and therefore you must be 18 years old to view this blog. / این وبلاگ "مرد چیست؟" وبلاگ اصلی من است و تجارب، مشاهدات، مقاله ها و اخبار همجنسگرایان/عجیب من و دوستان من و دیگران را با تصاویر برهنگی مردان و جنسیت مردان در متون غربی به نمایش میگذارد. برای برهنگی صریح مردان و جنسیت مردان، از وبلاگ من تحت عنوان "هنر مردان برهنه" دیدن کنید که آثار هنری دستکاری عکس دیجیتلی من را به نمایش می گذارد. من همچنان یک وبلاگ رومان در حال پیشرفت دارم تحت عنوان "مراقبه های طلوع قمری". لینک های وبلاگ های من در صفحه پروفایل "در مورد من" من در ستون سمت راست است. نوت: قرار است مخاطب این وبلاگ فقط 8 کشور آسیای جنوبی در شبه قاره هند باشد، یعنی افغانستان، بنگله دیش، بوتان، هند، مالدیف، نیپال، پاکستان، و سریلانکا. از آنجایی که این یک وبلاگ جنوب آسیا محور است، با استفاده از سرویس گوگل ترجمه، من تا حد ممکن تلاش خواهم کرد تا مقالات این وبلاگ را به 8 زبان 8 کشور آسیای جنوبی ترجمه کنم. هشدار: این وبلاگ حاوی تصاویر، GIF ها، ویدیوها و آثار هنری صریح مردان برهنه و مردان برهنه است که از سکس همجنسگرایان لذت می برند، از جمله سکس دهانی روی آلت تناسلی و مقاربت مقعدی لواط مقعدی، و بنابراین شما باید 18 ساله باشید تا این وبلاگ را مشاهده کنید. in veblog "mard chist?" veblog esli man est ve tajarb, moshadat, moghaleh cpeha ve akhabar npamjensgarayan/ajib man ve dostan man ve digaran ra ba tasavir bareangi mardan ve jensit mardan dar moton gharbi bah namayesh migozard. baraye bareangi sarih mardan ve jensit mardan, az veblog man tahat onvan "npannar mardan bareaneh" didan konid keh asar npannari dastekari aks digitli man ra bah namayesh mi gozard. man npamchenan yek veblog roman dar hal pishraft daram tahat onvan "maraghabeh cpehei talavo ghamri". link cpehei veblog cpehei man dar safheh profil "dar moord man" man dar seton samat rast est. not: gharar est mokhatab in veblog faghat 8 keshor asiaye jenobi dar shabeh ghareh npand bashod, yani afghanstan, bangeleh dish, botan, npand, maldif, nipal, pakstan, ve sarilanka. az anjayi keh in yek veblog jenob asia mahvar est, ba estefadeh az sarvis gogel tarjmeh, man ta had mamkon talash khahom kard ta moghalat in veblog ra bah 8 zaban 8 keshor asiaye jenobi tarjmeh konam. npashodar: in veblog havi tasavir, GIF cpeha, vidiveya ve asar npannari sarih mardan bareaneh ve mardan bareaneh est keh az sex npamjensgarayan lezat mi barand, az jomleh sex dehani roye alt tanasli ve mogharbat moghadi lavat moghadi, ve benabrain shma bayad 18 saleh bashid ta in veblog ra moshadeh konid. / دا بلاګ "سړی څه شی دی؟" زما اصلي بلاګ دی او زما او زما د ملګرو او نورو د همجنسبازانو/کویر تجربو، مشاهدو، مقالو او خبرونو ته اشاره کوي، چې د لویدیځ شرایطو کې د نارینه وو د عریانیت او د نارینه وو د جنسیت انځورونو سره. د نارینه وو د ښکاره عریانیت او د نارینه وو د جنسیت لپاره، زما بلاګ ته مراجعه وکړئ چې عنوان یې "عریان نارینه هنر" دی، چې زما د ډیجیټل عکسونو د لاسوهنې هنري کارونه ښیې. زه د "لونر رایز مراقبتونه" په نوم یو ناول-په پرمختګ کې بلاګ هم لرم. زما د بلاګونو لینکونه زما د "زما په اړه" پروفایل پاڼې کې د ښي لاس کالم کې دي. یادونه: د دې بلاګ لیدونکي باید یوازې د هند برصغیر کې د سویلي آسیا 8 هیوادونه وي، لکه افغانستان، بنګله دیش، بوتان، هند، مالدیپ، نیپال، پاکستان او سریلانکا. څرنګه چې دا د سویلي آسیا متمرکز بلاګ دی، د ګوګل ژباړې خدمت په کارولو سره، زه به هڅه وکړم چې د دې بلاګ مقالې د 8 سویلي آسیا هیوادونو 8 ژبو ته وژباړم. خبرداری: دا بلاګ د بربنډو نارینه وو او بربنډو نارینه وو د همجنسبازانو د جنسي اړیکو څخه خوند اخیستونکي ښکاره انځورونه، GIFs، ویډیوګانې او هنري کارونه لري، په شمول د تناسلي آلې او مقعد مقعد کې د شفاهي جنسیت، او له همدې امله تاسو باید د دې بلاګ لیدلو لپاره 18 کلن یاست. / da blog "sari saa shi di?" zuma isli blog di ao zuma ao zuma da malgaro ao nooro da valmagensbazano/quer tajarbo, mashaando, muqalo ao khbruno taa ashara kawi, chi da ludez shrayeto ke da nareena wo da arianiat ao da nareena wo da jansiyat enzorono sara. da nareena wo da khkara arianiat ao da nareena wo da jansiyat lapara, zuma blog taa marajia wakri chi onwan yay "arian nareena valanar" di, chi zuma da digital aksuno da lasoheni valinri karuna khye. zaa da "looner raiz maraqabtoona" paa num yo nawal-paa parmakhtag ke blog valm larm. zuma da blogono lenkona zuma da "zuma paa ara" profayel panry ke da khi las kalim ke dee. yaduna: da day blog ledonki bayed yawazy da valand bursagher ke da sweli asia 8 valywaduna wee, laka ufghanstan, bangla desh, botan, valand, maldip, nepal, pakistan ao sareelanka. saranga chi da da sweli asia mutmarkaz blog di, da gogal zbary khidmat paa karolo sara, zaa baa valasa wakram chi da day blog muqali da 8 sweli asia valywaduno 8 zabo taa wazbaram. khbardari: da blog da barbando nareena wo ao barbando nareena wo da valmagensbazano da jency areko sakha khwand akistunki khkara enzorona, GIFs, wediogani ao valinri karuna lari, paa shmol da tanasali aly ao muqad muqad ke da shfahee jansiyat, ao laa valmady amla taso bayed da day blog ledalo lapara 18 klan yast. / "পুরুষ কী?" এই ব্লগটি আমার প্রধান ব্লগ এবং এতে আমার এবং আমার বন্ধুদের এবং অন্যান্যদের সমকামী/সমকামী অভিজ্ঞতা, পর্যবেক্ষণ, প্রবন্ধ এবং সংবাদ রয়েছে, যেখানে পশ্চিমা প্রেক্ষাপটে পুরুষ নগ্নতা এবং পুরুষদের যৌনতার চিত্র রয়েছে। স্পষ্ট পুরুষ নগ্নতা এবং পুরুষদের যৌনতার জন্য, "নগ্ন পুরুষ শিল্প" শিরোনামের আমার ব্লগটি দেখুন, যা আমার ডিজিটাল ফটো-ম্যানিপুলেশন শিল্পকর্মগুলি প্রদর্শন করে। আমার "লুনার রাইজ মেডিটেশনস" শিরোনামের একটি উপন্যাস-অগ্রগতিশীল ব্লগও রয়েছে। আমার ব্লগের লিঙ্কগুলি ডানদিকের কলামে আমার "আমার সম্পর্কে" প্রোফাইল পৃষ্ঠায় রয়েছে। দ্রষ্টব্য: এই ব্লগের পাঠকদের ভারতীয় উপমহাদেশের দক্ষিণ এশিয়ার মাত্র ৮টি দেশ, যথা আফগানিস্তান, বাংলাদেশ, ভুটান, ভারত, মালদ্বীপ, নেপাল, পাকিস্তান এবং শ্রীলঙ্কা বলে মনে করা হচ্ছে। যেহেতু এটি একটি দক্ষিণ এশিয়া ভিত্তিক ব্লগ, তাই গুগল ট্রান্সলেট পরিষেবা ব্যবহার করে, আমি এই ব্লগের নিবন্ধগুলি দক্ষিণ এশিয়ার ৮টি দেশের ৮টি ভাষায় অনুবাদ করার জন্য যথাসম্ভব চেষ্টা করব। সতর্কতা: এই ব্লগে নগ্ন পুরুষ এবং সমকামী যৌনতা উপভোগকারী নগ্ন পুরুষদের স্পষ্ট ছবি, জিআইএফ, ভিডিও এবং শিল্পকর্ম রয়েছে, যার মধ্যে রয়েছে লিঙ্গে ওরাল সেক্স এবং মলদ্বার সহবাসের মাধ্যমে যৌন মিলন, এবং তাই এই ব্লগটি দেখার জন্য আপনার বয়স ১৮ বছর হতে হবে। / "Puruṣa kī?" Ē'i blagaṭi āmāra pradhāna blaga ēbaṁ ētē āmāra ēbaṁ āmāra bandhudēra ēbaṁ an'yān'yadēra samakāmī/samakāmī abhijñatā, paryabēkṣaṇa, prabandha ēbaṁ sambāda raẏēchē, yēkhānē paścimā prēkṣāpaṭē puruṣa nagnatā ēbaṁ puruṣadēra yaunatāra citra raẏēchē. Spaṣṭa puruṣa nagnatā ēbaṁ puruṣadēra yaunatāra jan'ya, "nagna puruṣa śilpa" śirōnāmēra āmāra blagaṭi dēkhuna, yā āmāra ḍijiṭāla phaṭō-myānipulēśana śilpakarmaguli pradarśana karē. Āmāra"lunāra rā'ija mēḍiṭēśanasa" śirōnāmēra ēkaṭi upan'yāsa-agragatiśīla blaga'ō raẏēchē. Āmāra blagēra liṅkaguli ḍānadikēra kalāmē āmāra"āmāra samparkē" prōphā'ila pr̥ṣṭhāẏa raẏēchē. Draṣṭabya: Ē'i blagēra pāṭhakadēra bhāratīẏa upamahādēśēra dakṣiṇa ēśiẏāra mātra 8ṭi dēśa, yathā āphagānistāna, bānlādēśa, bhuṭāna, bhārata, māladbīpa, nēpāla, pākistāna ēbaṁ śrīlaṅkā balē manē karā hacchē. Yēhētu ēṭi ēkaṭi dakṣiṇa ēśiẏā bhittika blaga, tā'i gugala ṭrānsalēṭa pariṣēbā byabahāra karē, āmi ē'i blagēra nibandhaguli dakṣiṇa ēśiẏāra 8ṭi dēśēra 8ṭi bhāṣāẏa anubāda karāra jan'ya yathāsambhaba cēṣṭā karaba. Satarkatā: Ē'i blagē nagna puruṣa ēbaṁ samakāmī yaunatā upabhōgakārī nagna puruṣadēra spaṣṭa chabi, ji'ā'i'ēpha, bhiḍi'ō ēbaṁ śilpakarma raẏēchē, yāra madhyē raẏēchē liṅgē ōrāla sēksa ēbaṁ maladbāra sahabāsēra mādhyamē yauna milana, ēbaṁ tā'i ē'i blagaṭi dēkhāra jan'ya āpanāra baẏasa 18 bachara hatē habē. / یہ بلاگ "انسان کیا ہے؟" میرا بنیادی بلاگ ہے اور اس میں مجھے اور میرے دوستوں کے اور دوسروں کے ہم جنس پرست/عجیب تجربات، مشاہدات، مضامین، اور خبریں، مغربی سیاق و سباق میں مردانہ عریانیت اور مردوں کی جنسیت کی تصویر کشی کے ساتھ پیش کرتا ہے۔ واضح مردانہ عریانیت اور مردوں کی جنسیت کے لیے، میرے ڈیجیٹل تصویری ہیرا پھیری کے فن پاروں کی نمائش کرتے ہوئے میرا بلاگ "عریاں مین آرٹ" ملاحظہ کریں۔ میرے پاس ایک ناول ان پروگریس بلاگ بھی ہے جس کا عنوان ہے "Lunar Rise Meditations"۔ میرے بلاگز کے لنکس دائیں ہاتھ کے کالم پر میرے "میرے بارے میں" پروفائل پیج پر ہیں۔ نوٹ: اس بلاگ کے سامعین برصغیر پاک و ہند میں جنوبی ایشیا کے صرف 8 ممالک ہیں، یعنی افغانستان، بنگلہ دیش، بھوٹان، ہندوستان، مالدیپ، نیپال، پاکستان، اور سری لنکا۔ چونکہ یہ ایک جنوبی ایشیا پر مبنی بلاگ ہے، گوگل ٹرانسلیٹ سروس کا استعمال کرتے ہوئے، میں اس بلاگ کے مضامین کو جنوبی ایشیا کے 8 ممالک کی 8 زبانوں میں ترجمہ کرنے کی ہر ممکن کوشش کروں گا۔ انتباہ: اس بلاگ میں ہم جنس پرستوں سے لطف اندوز ہونے والے ننگے مردوں اور عریاں مردوں کی صریح تصاویر، GIFs، ویڈیوز اور آرٹ ورکس شامل ہیں، بشمول عضو تناسل پر زبانی جنسی تعلقات اور مقعد کے ساتھ مقعد کی جنسی سوڈومی، اور اس لیے اس بلاگ کو دیکھنے کے لیے آپ کی عمر 18 سال ہونی چاہیے۔ / ya balag "ansan kiya hay?" mera baniyadi balag hay or is min majhe or mere doston ke or dosaron ke ham jans parist/ajeeb tajrabat, mashahidat, mazamin, or khabarin, magharbi siyaq w sabaq min mardana aryaniyat or mardon ki jansiyat ki tasver kashi ke sath pesh karta hay. wazh mardana aryaniyat or mardon ki jansiyat ke liye, mere degetl tasveri hera pheri ke fan paron ki namaish karte huvay mera balag "aryan min aart" malahizah karin. mere pas ek naaul an parogaris balag bhi hay jas ka anwan hay "Lunar Rise Meditations". mere balags ke lanks dain hath ke kalm par mere "mere bare min" parofile page par hen. not: is balag ke samaeen barsaghair pak w hand min janobi asia ke sarf 8 mamalk hen, yauni afghanstan, banglah desh, bhotan, handostan, maldip, nipal, pakistan, or sari lanka. chonkah ya ek janobi asia par mbani balag hay, gogl translet saros ka istamal karte huvay, min is balag ke mazamin ko janobi asia ke 8 mamalk ki 8 zabanon min tarjamah karne ki har mamkan koshash karon ga. antabah: is balag min ham jans pariston se ltaf andoz hone wale nange mardon or aryan mardon ki sarih tasaver, GIFs, wedus or aart warks shamil hen, bashmol azo tanasl par zabani jansi taalqaat or maqad ke sath maqad ki jansi sodomi, or is liye is balag ko dekhane ke liye aap ki amar 18 sal honi chahiye. / މި ބްލޮގް "ފިރިހެނަކީ ކޮން އެއްޗެއް؟" އަހަރެންގެ މައިގަނޑު ބްލޮގަކީ އަހަރެންނާއި އަހަރެންގެ ރައްޓެހިންނާއި އެހެން މީހުންގެ ފިރިހެންކުޅި ތަޖުރިބާތަކާއި، އޮބްޒަރވޭޝަންތަކާއި، ލިޔުންތަކާއި، ޚަބަރުތައް، ހުޅަނގުގެ ކޮންޓެކްސްޓްތަކުގައި ފިރިހެނުންގެ ބަރަހަނާކަމާއި ފިރިހެނުންގެ ޖިންސީ ގުޅުންތަކުގެ ތަސްވީރުތަކާއެކު. ފާޅުކަން ބޮޑު ގޮތެއްގައި ފިރިހެނުންގެ އޮރިޔާންކަމާއި ފިރިހެނުންގެ ޖިންސީ ގުޅުން ހިންގުމަށްޓަކައި، އަހަރެންގެ ޑިޖިޓަލް ފޮޓޯ-މެނިޕިއުލޭޝަން ކުރެހުންތައް ދައްކާލާ "ބަރަހަނާ ފިރިހެނުންގެ ކުރެހުން"ގެ ނަމުގައިވާ އަހަރެންގެ ބްލޮގަށް ޒިޔާރަތް ކުރައްވާށެވެ. އަޅުގަނޑުގެ ވެސް "ލޫނަރ ރައިސް މެޑިޓޭޝަންސް" ގެ ނަމުގައި ލިޔަމުންދާ ނާވިލެއްގެ ބްލޮގެއް އެބައޮތެވެ. އަހަރެންގެ ބްލޮގްތަކުގެ ލިންކްތައް ހުންނަނީ ކަނާތްފަރާތުގެ ކޮލަމްގައިވާ އަހަރެންގެ "އަހަންނާ ބެހޭ" ޕްރޮފައިލް ޕޭޖްގައެވެ. ނޯޓް: މި ބްލޮގަށް ޒިޔާރަތްކުރާ ކިޔުންތެރިންނަކީ އިންޑިއާ ބައްރުގެ ދެކުނު އޭޝިޔާގެ އެންމެ 8 ޤައުމު ކަމަށްވާ އަފްޣާނިސްތާން، ބަންގްލަދޭޝް، ބޫޓާން، އިންޑިއާ، ދިވެހި ރާއްޖެ، ނޭޕާލް، ޕާކިސްތާން، އަދި ޝްރީ ލަންކާ ކަމަށް ބެލެވެއެވެ. މިއީ ދެކުނު އޭޝިޔާއަށް ޚާއްޞަ ބްލޮގަކަށް ވާތީ، ގޫގުލް ޓްރާންސްލެޓް ޚިދުމަތް ބޭނުންކޮށްގެން، މި ބްލޮގުގައި ލިޔެފައިވާ ލިޔުންތައް ދެކުނު އޭޝިޔާގެ 8 ޤައުމުގެ 8 ބަހަށް ތަރުޖަމާ ކުރުމަށް ވީހާވެސް ގިނައިން މަސައްކަތް ކުރާނަމެވެ. އިންޒާރު: މި ބްލޮގުގައި ހީސީގައި އަނގަ ޖަހައިގެން ހީސި ބުއިމާއި ބުރިއަށް ޖަހައިގެން ހީސިން ލިވާތު ކުރުން ފަދަ ޝަހުވާނީ ޖިންސީ ގުޅުން ހިންގުމުގެ ސަބަބުން ފިރިހެންކުޅި ފިރިހެނުން ކާފަރު ކަންތައްތަކާއި ގުޅުން ހިންގާ ބަރަހަނާ ފިރިހެނުންނާއި އޮރިޔާން ފިރިހެނުންގެ ސާފު ތަސްވީރުތަކާއި ޖީފްތަކާއި ވީޑިއޯތަކާއި ކުރެހުންތައް ހިމެނޭތީ މި ބްލޮގް ބަލާލުމަށް އުމުރުން 18 އަހަރު ވާން ޖެހެ އެވެ. / mi blog "firihenakee kon ehcheh?" aharenge maigan'du blogakee aharennaai aharenge rattehinnaai ehen meehunge firihenkulhi thajuribaathakaai, obzarveyshanthakaai, liyunthakaai, khabaruthah, hulhan'guge kontekstthakugai firihenunge barahanaakamaai firihenunge jinsee gulhunthakuge thasveeruthakaaeku. faalhukan bodu gotheggai firihenunge barahanaakamaai firihenunge jinsee gulhun hingumattakai, aharenge dijital fotoa-menipiuleyshan aatvoaks dhakkaalaa "barahanaa firihenunge kurehun" ge namugaivaa aharenge blogah ziyaaraiy kuravvaasheve. alhugan'duge ves "loonar rais mediteyshans" ge namugai liyamundhaa naavilehge blogeh ebaotheve. aharenge blogthakuge linkthah hunnanee kanaaiyfaraathuge kolamgaivaa aharenge "ahannaa behey" profail peyjgaeve. noat: mi blogah ziyaaraiykuraa kiyuntherinnakee indiaa barruge dhekunu eyshiyaage enme 8 qaumu kamavvaa afghaanisthaan, bangladheysh, bootaan, indiaa, dhivehi raajje, neypaal, paakisthaan, adhi shree lankaa kamah beleveeve. miee dhekunu eyshiyaaah khaaşşa blogakah vaathee, googul traanslet khidhumaiy beynunkoggen, mi blogugai liyefaivaa liyunthah dhekunu eyshiyaage 8 qaumuge 8 bahah tharujamaa kurumah veehaaves ginain masakkaiy kuraanameve. inzaaru: mi blogugai heeseegai an'ga jahaigen heesi buimaai buriah jahaigen heesin livaathu kurun fadha shahuvaanee jinsee gulhun hingumuge sababun firihenkulhi firihenun kaafaru kanthahthakaai gulhun hingaa barahanaa firihenunnaai oriyaan firihenunge saafu thasveeruthakaai jeefthakaai veedioathakaai kurehunthah himeneythee mi blog balaalumah umurun 18 aharu vaan jehe eve. / "මිනිසෙකු යනු කුමක්ද?" යන මෙම බ්ලොගය මගේ ප්‍රධාන බ්ලොගය වන අතර බටහිර සන්දර්භයන් තුළ පිරිමි නිරුවත සහ පිරිමින්ගේ ලිංගිකත්වය පිළිබඳ රූප සමඟ මා සහ මගේ මිතුරන්ගේ සහ අනෙකුත් අයගේ සමලිංගික/සමලිංගික අත්දැකීම්, නිරීක්ෂණ, රචනා සහ ප්‍රවෘත්ති ඇතුළත් වේ. පැහැදිලි පිරිමි නිරුවත සහ පිරිමින්ගේ ලිංගිකත්වය සඳහා, මගේ ඩිජිටල් ඡායාරූප-හැසිරවීමේ කලා කෘති ප්‍රදර්ශනය කරන "නිරුවත් පිරිමි කලාව" යන මාතෘකාවෙන් යුත් මගේ බ්ලොගයට පිවිසෙන්න. මට "චන්ද්‍ර නැගීමේ භාවනා" යන මාතෘකාවෙන් යුත් නව්‍ය බ්ලොග් අඩවියක් ද ඇත. මගේ බ්ලොග් සබැඳි දකුණු පස තීරුවේ මගේ "මා ගැන" පැතිකඩ පිටුවේ ඇත. සටහන: මෙම බ්ලොගයේ ප්‍රේක්ෂකයින් ඉන්දියානු උප මහාද්වීපයේ දකුණු ආසියාවේ රටවල් 8, එනම් ඇෆ්ගනිස්ථානය, බංග්ලාදේශය, භූතානය, ඉන්දියාව, මාලදිවයින, නේපාලය, පකිස්ථානය සහ ශ්‍රී ලංකාව පමණක් විය යුතුය. මෙය දකුණු ආසියාව කේන්ද්‍ර කරගත් බ්ලොගයක් බැවින්, ගූගල් පරිවර්තන සේවාව භාවිතා කරමින්, මෙම බ්ලොගයේ ලිපි දකුණු ආසියාවේ රටවල් 8 න් භාෂා 8 කට පරිවර්තනය කිරීමට මම හැකි තරම් උත්සාහ කරමි. අවවාදයයි: මෙම බ්ලොගයේ ශිෂේණය ඍජු මුඛ සංසර්ගය සහ ගුද සංසර්ගය ගුද ලිංගිකත්වය ඇතුළුව සමලිංගික ලිංගිකත්වය භුක්ති විඳින නිරුවත් පිරිමින්ගේ සහ නිරුවත් පිරිමින්ගේ පැහැදිලි පින්තූර, GIF, වීඩියෝ සහ කලා කෘති අඩංගු වන අතර එම නිසා මෙම බ්ලොගය නැරඹීමට ඔබ වයස අවුරුදු 18 ක් විය යුතුය. / "miniseku yanu kumakda?" yana mema blogaya magē pradhāna blogaya vana atara baṭahira sandarbhayan tuḷa pirimi niruvata saha pirimingē liṁgikatvaya piḷiban̆da rūpa saman̆ga mā saha magē miturangē saha anekut ayagē samaliṁgika/samaliṁgika atdækīm, nirīkṣaṇa, racanā saha pravṛtti ætuḷat vē. pæhædili pirimi niruvata saha pirimingē liṁgikatvaya san̆dahā, magē ḍijiṭal chāyārūpa-hæsiravīmē kalā kṛti pradarśanaya karana "niruvat pirimi kalāva" yana mātṛkāven yut magē blogayaṭa pivisenna. maṭa "candra nægīmē bhāvanā" yana mātṛkāven yut navya blog aḍaviyak da æta. magē blog sabæn̆di dakuṇu pasa tīruvē magē "mā gæna" pætikaḍa piṭuvē æta. saṭahana: mema blogayē prēkṣakayin indiyānu upa mahādvīpayē dakuṇu āsiyāvē raṭaval 8, enam æfganisthānaya, baṁglādēśaya, bhūtānaya, indiyāva, māladivayina, nēpālaya, pakisthānaya saha śrī laṁkāva pamaṇak viya yutuya. meya dakuṇu āsiyāva kēndra karagat blogayak bævin, gūgal parivartana sēvāva bhāvitā karamin, mema blogayē lipi dakuṇu āsiyāvē raṭaval 8 n bhāṣā 8 kaṭa parivartanaya kirīmaṭa mama hæki taram utsāha karami. avavādayayi: mema blogayē śiṣēṇaya ṛju mukha saṁsargaya saha guda saṁsargaya guda liṁgikatvaya ætuḷuva samaliṁgika liṁgikatvaya bhukti vin̆dina niruvat pirimingē saha niruvat pirimingē pæhædili pintūra, GIF, vīḍiyō saha kalā kṛti aḍaṁgu vana atara ema nisā mema blogaya næram̆bīmaṭa oba vayasa avurudu 18 k viya yutuya. / "ஒரு மனிதன் என்றால் என்ன?" என்ற இந்த வலைப்பதிவு எனது முக்கிய வலைப்பதிவு மற்றும் எனது மற்றும் எனது நண்பர்கள் மற்றும் பிறரின் ஓரினச்சேர்க்கையாளர்/பாலியல் சார்ந்த அனுபவங்கள், அவதானிப்புகள், கட்டுரைகள் மற்றும் செய்திகளைக் கொண்டுள்ளது, மேற்கத்திய சூழல்களில் ஆண் நிர்வாணம் மற்றும் ஆண்களின் பாலியல் பற்றிய படங்களுடன். வெளிப்படையான ஆண் நிர்வாணம் மற்றும் ஆண்களின் பாலியல் தன்மைக்கு, எனது டிஜிட்டல் புகைப்பட-கையாளுதல் கலைப்படைப்புகளைக் காண்பிக்கும் "நிர்வாண ஆண்கள் கலை" என்ற தலைப்பில் எனது வலைப்பதிவைப் பார்வையிடவும். "சந்திர எழுச்சி தியானங்கள்" என்ற தலைப்பில் ஒரு புதுமையான வலைப்பதிவும் என்னிடம் உள்ளது. எனது வலைப்பதிவுகளுக்கான இணைப்புகள் வலது பக்க நெடுவரிசையில் உள்ள எனது "என்னைப் பற்றி" சுயவிவரப் பக்கத்தில் உள்ளன. குறிப்பு: இந்த வலைப்பதிவின் பார்வையாளர்கள் இந்திய துணைக் கண்டத்தில் உள்ள தெற்காசியாவின் 8 நாடுகளான ஆப்கானிஸ்தான், பங்களாதேஷ், பூட்டான், இந்தியா, மாலத்தீவுகள், நேபாளம், பாகிஸ்தான் மற்றும் இலங்கை மட்டுமே இருக்க வேண்டும். இது தெற்காசியா சார்ந்த வலைப்பதிவு என்பதால், கூகிள் மொழிபெயர்ப்பு சேவையைப் பயன்படுத்தி, இந்த வலைப்பதிவில் உள்ள கட்டுரைகளை 8 தெற்காசிய நாடுகளின் 8 மொழிகளுக்கு மொழிபெயர்க்க முடிந்தவரை முயற்சிப்பேன். எச்சரிக்கை: இந்த வலைப்பதிவில் ஆண்குறியில் வாய்வழி செக்ஸ் மற்றும் ஆசனவாய் சோடோமி உள்ளிட்ட நிர்வாண ஆண்கள் மற்றும் நிர்வாண ஆண்கள் ஓரினச்சேர்க்கையை அனுபவிக்கும் வெளிப்படையான படங்கள், GIFகள், வீடியோக்கள் மற்றும் கலைப்படைப்புகள் உள்ளன, எனவே இந்த வலைப்பதிவைப் பார்க்க உங்களுக்கு 18 வயது இருக்க வேண்டும். / "Oru maṉitaṉ eṉṟāl eṉṉa?" Eṉṟa inta valaippativu eṉatu mukkiya valaippativu maṟṟum eṉatu maṟṟum eṉatu naṇparkaḷ maṟṟum piṟariṉ ōriṉaccērkkaiyāḷar/pāliyal cārnta aṉupavaṅkaḷ, avatāṉippukaḷ, kaṭṭuraikaḷ maṟṟum ceytikaḷaik koṇṭuḷḷatu, mēṟkattiya cūḻalkaḷil āṇ nirvāṇam maṟṟum āṇkaḷiṉ pāliyal paṟṟiya paṭaṅkaḷuṭaṉ. Veḷippaṭaiyāṉa āṇ nirvāṇam maṟṟum āṇkaḷiṉ pāliyal taṉmaikku, eṉatu ṭijiṭṭal pukaippaṭa-kaiyāḷutal kalaippaṭaippukaḷaik kāṇpikkum"nirvāṇa āṇkaḷ kalai" eṉṟa talaippil eṉatu valaippativaip pārvaiyiṭavum. "Cantira eḻucci tiyāṉaṅkaḷ" eṉṟa talaippil oru putumaiyāṉa valaippativum eṉṉiṭam uḷḷatu. Eṉatu valaippativukaḷukkāṉa iṇaippukaḷ valatu pakka neṭuvaricaiyil uḷḷa eṉatu"eṉṉaip paṟṟi" cuyavivarap pakkattil uḷḷaṉa. Kuṟippu: Inta valaippativiṉ pārvaiyāḷarkaḷ intiya tuṇaik kaṇṭattil uḷḷa teṟkāciyāviṉ 8 nāṭukaḷāṉa āpkāṉistāṉ, paṅkaḷātēṣ, pūṭṭāṉ, intiyā, mālattīvukaḷ, nēpāḷam, pākistāṉ maṟṟum ilaṅkai maṭṭumē irukka vēṇṭum. Itu teṟkāciyā cārnta valaippativu eṉpatāl, kūkiḷ moḻipeyarppu cēvaiyaip payaṉpaṭutti, inta valaippativil uḷḷa kaṭṭuraikaḷai 8 teṟkāciya nāṭukaḷiṉ 8 moḻikaḷukku moḻipeyarkka muṭintavarai muyaṟcippēṉ. Eccarikkai: Inta valaippativil āṇkuṟiyil vāyvaḻi ceks maṟṟum ācaṉavāy cōṭōmi uḷḷiṭṭa nirvāṇa āṇkaḷ maṟṟum nirvāṇa āṇkaḷ ōriṉaccērkkaiyai aṉupavikkum veḷippaṭaiyāṉa paṭaṅkaḷ, GIFkaḷ, vīṭiyōkkaḷ maṟṟum kalaippaṭaippukaḷ uḷḷaṉa, eṉavē inta valaippativaip pārkka uṅkaḷukku 18 vayatu irukka vēṇṭum. / བརྡ་འཕྲིན་འདི་ "མི་ཟེར་མི་འདི་ག་ཅི་སྨོ?" འདོན་སྤེལ།: ༢༠༡༠/༠༣/༠༣ རིག་པ།(༠) འདི་ཡང་ གཟའ་ཉི་མའི་ཉིན། ཕོ་སྐྱེས་ཀྱི་སྒྱེན་མོ་དང་ཕོ་སྐྱེས་ཀྱི་འདོད་སྤྱོད་ཀྱི་དོན་ལུ་ ངེ་གི་དྲ་ཚིགས་ "Nude Men Art" ཟེར་མི་འདི་ལུ་འོང་ཞིནམ་ལས་ ངེ་གི་དྲི་ཇི་ཊལ་པར་རིས་གཡོ་སྒྱུའི་སྒྱུ་རྩལ་གྱི་ལཱ་ཚུ་སྟོནམ་ཨིན། ང་ལུ་ཡང་ "Lunar Rise Meditations" ཟེར་མི་ རྩོམ་དེབ་ཅིག་ཡོདཔ་ཨིན། ངའི་དྲ་ཚིགས་ཀྱི་འབྲེལ་མཐུད་ཚུ་ གཡས་ཕྱོགས་ཀྱི་ཀེར་ཐིག་གུ་ཡོད་པའི་ ངེ་གི་ "About Me" གསལ་སྡུད་ཤོག་ལེབ་གུ་ཡོདཔ་ཨིན། དྲན་ཐོ། བརྡ་འཕྲིན་འདི་གི་བལྟ་མི་ཚུ་ རྒྱ་གར་གླིང་ཕྲན་ནང་ ལྷོ་ཨེ་ཤི་ཡ་གི་རྒྱལ་ཁབ་༨ དེ་ཅིག་ཨིནམ་ད་ དེ་ཡང་ ཨཕ་གྷ་ནིས་ཏན་དང་ བང་ལ་དེཤ་ འབྲུག་ རྒྱ་གར་ མཱལ་ཌིབསི་ བལ་ཡུལ་ པ་ཀིསི་ཏན་ དེ་ལས་ ཤྲི་ལངྐ་ཚུ་ཨིན། འདི་ཡང་ ལྷོ་ཨེ་ཤི་ཡ་ལུ་གཞི་བཞག་པའི་ བརྡ་འཕྲིན་ཅིག་ཨིནམ་ལས་ གུ་གུལ་སྐད་སྒྱུར་ཞབས་ཏོག་ལག་ལེན་འཐབ་སྟེ་ བརྡ་འཕྲིན་འདི་ནང་ རྩོམ་བྲིས་ཚུ་ ལྷོ་ཨེ་ཤི་ཡ་རྒྱལ་ཁབ་༨ ཀྱི་སྐད་ཡིག་༨ ནང་ སྐད་སྒྱུར་འབད་ནི་གི་ འབད་བརྩོན་བསྐྱེད་འོང་། འདོན་སྤེལ།: ༢༠༡༡/༠༤/༢༠ རིག་པ།(༡) འབྲུག་རྒྱང་བསྒྲགས་ལས་ཁུངས་ཀྱིས་ འབྲུག་རྒྱང་བསྒྲགས་ལས་ཁུངས་ལུ་ འབྲུག་རྒྱང་བསྒྲགས་ལས་ཁུངས་ཀྱི་ འགོ་དཔོན་ཚུ་ལུ་ བརྡ་འཕྲིན་བཏང་ཡོདཔ་ཨིན། / brda 'phrin 'di "mi zer mi 'di ga ci smo?" 'don spel/: 2010/03/03 rig pa/(0) 'di yang gza' nyi m'i nyin/ pho skyes kyi sgyen mo dang pho skyes kyi 'dod spyod kyi don lu nge gi dra tshigs "Nude Men Art" zer mi 'di lu 'ong zhinm las nge gi dri ji Tal par ris gyo sgyu'i sgyu rtsal gyi lཱ tshu stonm in/ nga lu yang "Lunar Rise Meditations" zer mi rtsom deb cig yodp in/ nga'i dra tshigs kyi 'brel mthud tshu gyas phyogs kyi ker thig gu yod pa'i nge gi "About Me" gsal sdud shog leb gu yodp in/ dran tho/ brda 'phrin 'di gi blta mi tshu rgya gar gling phran nang lho e shi ya gi rgyal khab 8 de cig inm da de yang ph gha nis tan dang bang la desh 'brug rgya gar mཱl Dibsi bal yul pa kisi tan de las shri langka tshu in/ 'di yang lho e shi ya lu gzhi bzhag pa'i brda 'phrin cig inm las gu gul skad sgyur zhabs tog lag len 'thab ste brda 'phrin 'di nang rtsom bris tshu lho e shi ya rgyal khab 8 kyi skad yig 8 nang skad sgyur 'abd ni gi 'abd brtson bskyed 'ong / 'don spel/: 2011/04/20 rig pa/(1) 'brug rgyang bsgrags las khungs kyis 'brug rgyang bsgrags las khungs lu 'brug rgyang bsgrags las khungs kyi 'go dpon tshu lu brda 'phrin btang yodp in/ / यह ब्लॉग "व्हाट इज ए मैन?" मेरा मुख्य ब्लॉग है और इसमें मेरे और मेरे दोस्तों और अन्य लोगों के समलैंगिक/अजीब अनुभव, अवलोकन, निबंध और समाचार शामिल हैं, जिसमें पश्चिमी संदर्भों में पुरुष नग्नता और पुरुषों की कामुकता की कल्पना की गई है। स्पष्ट पुरुष नग्नता और पुरुषों की कामुकता के लिए, मेरे ब्लॉग "न्यूड मेन आर्ट" पर जाएँ, जहाँ मेरी डिजिटल फोटो-मैनिपुलेशन कलाकृतियाँ प्रदर्शित की गई हैं। मेरा एक उपन्यास-इन-प्रोग्रेस ब्लॉग भी है जिसका शीर्षक "लूनर राइज़ मेडिटेशन" है। मेरे ब्लॉग के लिंक मेरे "मेरे बारे में" प्रोफ़ाइल पेज पर दाएँ हाथ के कॉलम में हैं। नोट: इस ब्लॉग के दर्शक भारतीय उपमहाद्वीप में दक्षिण एशिया के केवल 8 देश हैं, अर्थात् अफ़गानिस्तान, बांग्लादेश, भूटान, भारत, मालदीव, नेपाल, पाकिस्तान और श्रीलंका। चूँकि यह एक दक्षिण एशिया उन्मुख ब्लॉग है, इसलिए Google अनुवाद सेवा का उपयोग करके, मैं इस ब्लॉग के लेखों को 8 दक्षिण एशियाई देशों की 8 भाषाओं में अनुवाद करने का यथासंभव प्रयास करूँगा। चेतावनी: इस ब्लॉग में नग्न पुरुषों और समलैंगिक सेक्स का आनंद ले रहे नग्न पुरुषों की स्पष्ट तस्वीरें, GIF, वीडियो और कलाकृतियाँ हैं, जिनमें लिंग पर मुख मैथुन और गुदा मैथुन शामिल हैं, और इसलिए इस ब्लॉग को देखने के लिए आपकी आयु 18 वर्ष होनी चाहिए। / yah blog "vhaat ij e main?" mera mukhy blog hai aur isamen mere aur mere doston aur any logon ke samalaingik/ajeeb anubhav, avalokan, nibandh aur samaachaar shaamil hain, jisamen pashchimee sandarbhon mein purush nagnata aur purushon kee kaamukata kee kalpana kee gaee hai. spasht purush nagnata aur purushon kee kaamukata ke lie, mere blog "nyood men aart" par jaen, jahaan meree dijital photo-mainipuleshan kalaakrtiyaan pradarshit kee gaee hain. mera ek upanyaas-in-progres blog bhee hai jisaka sheershak "loonar raiz mediteshan" hai. mere blog ke link mere "mere baare mein" profail pej par daen haath ke kolam mein hain. not: is blog ke darshak bhaarateey upamahaadveep mein dakshin eshiya ke keval 8 desh hain, arthaat afagaanistaan, baanglaadesh, bhootaan, bhaarat, maaladeev, nepaal, paakistaan aur shreelanka. choonki yah ek dakshin eshiya unmukh blog hai, isalie googlai anuvaad seva ka upayog karake, main is blog ke lekhon ko 8 dakshin eshiyaee deshon kee 8 bhaashaon mein anuvaad karane ka yathaasambhav prayaas karoonga. chetaavanee: is blog mein nagn purushon aur samalaingik seks ka aanand le rahe nagn purushon kee spasht tasveeren, gif, veediyo aur kalaakrtiyaan hain, jinamen ling par mukh maithun aur guda maithun shaamil hain, aur isalie is blog ko dekhane ke lie aapakee aayu 18 varsh honee chaahie. / "पुरुष भनेको के हो?" यो ब्लग मेरो मुख्य ब्लग हो र यसमा म र मेरा साथीहरूको र अरूको समलिङ्गी/क्वियर अनुभवहरू, अवलोकनहरू, निबन्धहरू, र समाचारहरू समावेश छन्, जसमा पश्चिमी सन्दर्भहरूमा पुरुष नग्नता र पुरुषहरूको कामुकताको चित्रण समावेश छ। स्पष्ट पुरुष नग्नता र पुरुषहरूको कामुकताको लागि, मेरो डिजिटल फोटो-हेरफेर कलाकृतिहरू प्रदर्शन गर्ने "नग्न पुरुष कला" शीर्षकको मेरो ब्लगमा जानुहोस्। मेरो "लुनर राइज मेडिटेशन्स" शीर्षकको एउटा उपन्यास-प्रगतिशील ब्लग पनि छ। मेरा ब्लगहरूको लिङ्कहरू दायाँ-हातको स्तम्भमा मेरो "मेरो बारेमा" प्रोफाइल पृष्ठमा छन्। नोट: यस ब्लगका दर्शकहरू भारतीय उपमहाद्वीपका दक्षिण एसियाका ८ देशहरू मात्र हुनुपर्छ, अर्थात् अफगानिस्तान, बंगलादेश, भुटान, भारत, माल्दिभ्स, नेपाल, पाकिस्तान र श्रीलंका। यो दक्षिण एसिया उन्मुख ब्लग भएकोले, गुगल अनुवाद सेवा प्रयोग गरेर, म यस ब्लगका लेखहरू ८ दक्षिण एसियाली देशहरूको ८ भाषाहरूमा अनुवाद गर्न सकेसम्म धेरै प्रयास गर्नेछु। चेतावनी: यस ब्लगमा समलिङ्गी यौनसम्पर्कको आनन्द लिइरहेका नाङ्गा पुरुषहरू र नग्न पुरुषहरूका स्पष्ट तस्बिरहरू, GIF हरू, भिडियोहरू र कलाकृतिहरू छन्, जसमा लिंगमा मुखमैथुन र गुदा यौनसम्पर्क मलद्वार यौनसम्पर्क समावेश छ, त्यसैले यो ब्लग हेर्नको लागि तपाईं १८ वर्षको हुनुपर्छ। / "Puruṣa bhanēkō kē hō?" Yō blaga mērō mukhya blaga hō ra yasamā ma ra mērā sāthīharūkō ra arūkō samaliṅgī/kviyara anubhavaharū, avalōkanaharū, nibandhaharū, ra samācāraharū samāvēśa chan, jasamā paścimī sandarbhaharūmā puruṣa nagnatā ra puruṣaharūkō kāmukatākō citraṇa samāvēśa cha. Spaṣṭa puruṣa nagnatā ra puruṣaharūkō kāmukatākō lāgi, mērō ḍijiṭala phōṭō-hēraphēra kalākr̥tiharū pradarśana garnē"nagna puruṣa kalā" śīrṣakakō mērō blagamā jānuhōs. Mērō"lunara rā'ija mēḍiṭēśansa" śīrṣakakō ē'uṭā upan'yāsa-pragatiśīla blaga pani cha. Mērā blagaharūkō liṅkaharū dāyām̐-hātakō stambhamā mērō"mērō bārēmā" prōphā'ila pr̥ṣṭhamā chan. Nōṭa: Yasa blagakā darśakaharū bhāratīya upamahādvīpakā dakṣiṇa ēsiyākā 8 dēśaharū mātra hunuparcha, arthāt aphagānistāna, baṅgalādēśa, bhuṭāna, bhārata, māldibhsa, nēpāla, pākistāna ra śrīlaṅkā. Yō dakṣiṇa ēsiyā unmukha blaga bha'ēkōlē, gugala anuvāda sēvā prayōga garēra, ma yasa blagakā lēkhaharū 8 dakṣiṇa ēsiyālī dēśaharūkō 8 bhāṣāharūmā anuvāda garna sakēsam'ma dhērai prayāsa garnēchu. Cētāvanī: Yasa blagamā samaliṅgī yaunasamparkakō ānanda li'irahēkā nāṅgā puruṣaharū ra nagna puruṣaharūkā spaṣṭa tasbiraharū, GIF harū, bhiḍiyōharū ra kalākr̥tiharū chan, jasamā liṅgamā mukhamaithuna ra gudā yaunasamparka maladvāra yaunasamparka samāvēśa cha, tyasailē yō blaga hērnakō lāgi tapā'īṁ 18 varṣakō hunuparcha.

Monday, December 25, 2023

Queer observations #6

What's the best gift you can give to a guy?

A blowjob. Period.

And never make the mistake of spitting out his cum.

If male bodily fluids disgust you, you don't have the right to engage in sex at all.

Gays know that some guys find the three 's' (saliva or spit, sweat and semen) disgusting and wouldn't be surprised if you spit it out. But that still doesn't prevent him from the feeling of the loss of self-worth and self-esteem when you spit out his semen, because just as every individual has a sense that he is special even if others don't treat him so, his semen is not disgusting for him, and he will feel bad when he is engaged in such an physically intimate act with you and he finds that you don't like his semen.

Blame it on the ego, if you will.

Feminist medical school professor says trans kids identifying as 'minotaurs' are part of 'gender revolution'

Ehrensaft made what some may consider fringe claims about gender ideology, including that kids can identify as "gender hybrids" which include a mythology-inspired creature called a "gender Minotaur," and that kids can change their genders by season and can have different identities depending on their location. READ FULL STORY HERE - https://www.msn.com/en-us/health/other/feminist-medical-school-professor-says-trans-kids-identifying-as-minotaurs-are-part-of-gender-revolution/ar-AA1fkVZm

ESSAY: Was Prophet David a nudist?

Statue of a naked Prophet David by Italian sculptor Michelangelo. A replica is placed on a public  square. I guess Italians have no problem with male public nudity. Read more about this statue from Wikipedia.
 

SOURCE: ChatGPT

The most famous David sculpture, known as "David," was created by the Italian artist Michelangelo. It is indeed made of stone. The sculpture depicts the biblical hero David, who defeated the giant Goliath with a stone and a slingshot.

Michelangelo's David is a masterpiece of Renaissance art and was carved from a single block of white marble between 1501 and 1504. It stands at an impressive height of approximately 17 feet (5.17 meters) and is now housed in the Galleria dell'Accademia in Florence, Italy. The sculpture is renowned for its exceptional craftsmanship and attention to detail, making it one of the most celebrated and iconic works of art in history.

There is no historical or scriptural evidence to suggest that Prophet David (King David of Israel) was a nudist. In fact, the religious texts that mention him, such as the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament) and (Islam's) the Qur'an, do not depict him as a nudist or suggest any such lifestyle.

King David is primarily known for his military achievements, his role as a shepherd, his skill as a musician and poet (author of many Psalms), and his deep spiritual connection with God. He is a significant figure in the religious traditions of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, and there are no references in these traditions that indicate he practiced nudism.

It's essential to separate historical figures' actual records from speculative or fictional interpretations that might arise over time. There is no legitimate basis for considering Prophet David as a nudist based on the available religious and historical sources.

Michelangelo sculpted the famous statue of David in the nude for several reasons, many of which are rooted in the artistic and cultural context of the Renaissance period.

1. Artistic Tradition: In ancient Greek and Roman art, depicting male figures in the nude was a common practice, especially for sculptures of heroes, gods, and athletes. The Renaissance period saw a revival of interest in classical antiquity, and artists sought to emulate and pay homage to the art of the ancient world. By sculpting David in the nude, Michelangelo was following this artistic tradition and drawing inspiration from the classical ideals of beauty and perfection.

2. Symbolism and Representation: David, from the biblical story, is a symbol of courage, strength, and triumph over adversity. By portraying him as a nude and youthful figure, Michelangelo emphasized David's purity, innocence, and vulnerability in facing the giant Goliath. The sculpture captures the moment before David's battle, highlighting his bravery and determination.

3. Emphasis on Human Anatomy: Michelangelo was renowned for his mastery of human anatomy, and the choice to depict David in the nude allowed him to showcase his exceptional skills as a sculptor. The sculpture is a testament to Michelangelo's ability to create lifelike and dynamic human forms, with intricate attention to detail.

4. Aesthetics and Beauty: Michelangelo's David is celebrated for its beauty and aesthetic harmony. By sculpting the figure in the nude, he could fully explore the proportions and symmetry of the human body, resulting in a visually stunning and emotionally impactful artwork.

5. Cultural Context: During the Renaissance, there was a growing interest in the study of the human body, and artists, scientists, and scholars were fascinated by the human form. Michelangelo's David reflected this cultural curiosity and fascination with the human body, making the sculpture a reflection of the intellectual and artistic climate of the time.

Michelangelo's David, completed between 1501 and 1504, stands as one of the most iconic works of art in history, showcasing the artistic genius and skill of one of the greatest sculptors of all time.

The name "David" typically refers to King David of Israel, who is an important figure in the religious traditions of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. According to these religious traditions, King David was indeed considered a prophet of God.

In the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament), David is described as a shepherd who became the second king of Israel and is renowned for his military prowess, poetry (many Psalms are attributed to him), and his deep devotion to God. In the Book of Samuel, God makes a covenant with David, promising that his throne will be established forever (2 Samuel 7:12-16). This covenant is understood by many religious scholars to be a prophetic promise that the Messiah (in Christianity) or the Mahdi (in Islam) would be from the lineage of David.

Additionally, David is also referred to as a prophet in the Bible. For instance, in the New Testament, in Acts 2:29-30, the apostle Peter speaks of David as a prophet. The Qur'an, the holy book of Islam, also mentions David (Dawud in Arabic) as a prophet, praising him for his wisdom, leadership, and devotion to God.

So, according to the religious texts and beliefs of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, King David was indeed a prophet of God.

Michelangelo's sculpture of David is in the public domain, which means it is no longer under copyright protection. Generally, copyright protection lasts for a limited period after the death of the creator (the artist in this case) and then the work enters the public domain, where it is free for public use and reproduction. Michelangelo created the famous sculpture of David between 1501 and 1504, and he passed away in 1564, so the copyright has long since expired.

Copyright laws can vary by country, and there might be specific rules or regulations in certain regions regarding reproductions or use of public domain works. For the most current and accurate information, it is always best to consult legal resources and authorities in the relevant jurisdiction.

Photographers who take original photographs of Michelangelo's sculpture of David can generally hold copyright protection for their works. When a photographer takes a picture of a copyrighted sculpture, they create a new and original work, and they automatically hold the copyright to that photograph.

Copyright protection grants the creator exclusive rights to reproduce, distribute, display, and license their work for a specific duration. The duration of copyright protection varies from country to country, but it typically lasts for the lifetime of the creator plus a certain number of years after their death.

However, it's important to understand the distinction between the photographer's copyright in their photograph and the public domain status of the original sculpture created by Michelangelo. While the photograph is copyrighted and protected, any person can still take photographs of the public domain sculpture, as long as they are not reproducing exact copies of an existing copyrighted photograph without permission.

In some cases, institutions or museums that display the original artwork may have restrictions on photography for commercial purposes or require photographers to obtain permission before photographing certain sculptures or artworks. These restrictions are typically put in place to protect the rights of the institution and the original artwork's integrity.

Always ensure you understand the specific copyright laws in your country or jurisdiction and seek permission or legal advice if you plan to use copyrighted photographs of sculptures or other works of art for commercial purposes or public display.

As for nudism, a nudist or naturist is an individual who embraces and advocates for a lifestyle that involves nudity, particularly in social and recreational settings. Naturism, also known as nudism, is not primarily about sexuality but rather focuses on promoting a positive body image, body acceptance, and a connection with nature.

Naturists believe that being nude in appropriate environments, such as designated naturist beaches, resorts, or clubs, fosters a sense of freedom, liberation, and authenticity. Many naturists see nudity as a way to shed societal pressures and clothing-related judgments, allowing individuals to experience a more genuine and accepting sense of community.

It is important to note that naturism is practiced with respect for others and their comfort levels, and it typically involves adhering to certain guidelines and rules to maintain a safe and respectful environment for everyone involved. Different regions and cultures may have varying views on naturism, and some places have designated areas where nudity is allowed or even encouraged, while it may be restricted or prohibited in others.

Nudism is a lifestyle or philosophy that involves a preference for being naked or clothes-free in appropriate social settings. Nudists believe that being nude in a non-sexual, respectful, and natural environment is a way to promote body acceptance, equality, and a closer connection to nature.

Nudism can take various forms and may include activities such as:

1. Social Nudity: Engaging in social activities, such as gatherings, events, or recreational activities, where participants are nude.

2. Naturist Resorts and Beaches: Visiting designated places, like naturist resorts or clothing-optional beaches, where nudity is permitted and widely accepted.

3. Nudist Colonies or Communities: Living in communities where nudity is the norm, and residents embrace the nudist lifestyle.

It's important to note that nudism is not about promoting or engaging in sexual activities in public or inappropriate settings. Nudist practices are based on the principle of non-sexual nudity, body positivity, and acceptance.

Nudism is legal and practiced in various parts of the world, with some regions having designated areas or resorts where nudists can enjoy their lifestyle without judgment or legal repercussions. As with any lifestyle or philosophy, opinions about nudism may vary widely among individuals and societies.

There are indeed some indigenous tribes and communities around the world who continue to practice various degrees of nudity as part of their traditional lifestyle. It's important to approach this topic with cultural sensitivity and respect for these communities' traditions and practices.

It's worth noting that the term "nudism" as commonly understood in modern contexts often refers to a recreational and non-traditional lifestyle choice, while the nudity practiced in some indigenous cultures is deeply rooted in their traditions, beliefs, and ways of life.

Examples of indigenous tribes and cultures that historically or traditionally practiced nudity to varying extents include:

1. Himba Tribe (Namibia): The Himba people in northern Namibia traditionally wear minimal clothing, often consisting of animal skins or simple loin cloths. Women typically go topless, and men may be partially clothed.

2. Yanomami Tribe (Brazil/Venezuela): The Yanomami people, who live in the Amazon rainforest, have traditional dress that consists of minimal clothing or sometimes none at all, depending on the situation and context.

3. Surma Tribe (Ethiopia): The Surma people in southwestern Ethiopia often practice body painting and wear minimal clothing, with some members of the tribe going topless.

4. Korowai Tribe (Papua, Indonesia): The Korowai people of Papua have traditionally worn minimal clothing made from leaves and bark, with some members going partially or fully nude.

5. Sentinelese Tribe (Andaman Islands, India): The Sentinelese people are known to be one of the last uncontacted tribes in the world and have been observed living a largely undisturbed traditional lifestyle, which may involve partial nudity.

It's important to recognize that these indigenous communities have their unique cultural norms, values, and reasons for practicing nudity. Visitors or researchers should approach such communities with respect, cultural sensitivity, and a willingness to understand and learn from their way of life without imposing external values or judgments.

Wednesday, December 20, 2023

Queer observations #5

Repressed gays like to tease you. Play games with you. It satisfies them to know that they have been recognized as queer by someone who is a queer in this lonely world of straights surrounding them.

They want you to know they are happy being desired. And they are happy to be acknowledged that you have the same anatomy as them. That they have a dick and a gay bunghole in them, too.

If you happen to be in their line of sight, they will make a show of adjusting their pants. Sometimes they will scratch their butt cheeks. Or they will make a show of inserting their middle finger into their ass - over their pants or jeans, of course. They want you to know that their anus is just right over there in front of you but covered and protected by clothing. They are not ready to welcome you yet. They have been indoctrinated from childhood that being gay is not okay.

At a cafe in a South Asian capital, I had one of these types pass me by my table and there was no one sitting at the immediate tables near me and one of these repressed gays farted right when he passed me by. He could have chosen not to do that but he did. Why? He wanted to announce to me that he had a bumhole that would desire to be fucked but doesn't want to be actually fucked, not yet because he is repressing his homosexuality.

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ESSAY: No animal instincts exist in humans?

My former best friend Arjun from the Indian Subcontinent cut off all relations with me because I criticize religion and he says religion is "something very dear and important to him".

As we aged, I noticed that he started becoming pious, although he was the one who introduced me to Western pop music and gifted me CDs of boy idol bands such as Backstreet Boys.

He was particularly unhappy with me been close to a fellow compatriot, Randeep, who publicly declared he was a radical atheist. 

It didn't help that Randeep's sister Kalpana expressed her view that after death there was no soul to go to Heaven and that we all become energy and part of the Cosmos.

It's sad that when one grows old and feels the nearness of death one becomes religious. So there was no confusion in Arjun becoming religious because only a Conservative belief can address his fears of going into oblivion at the time of death - or worse, go to Hell for all imagined sins and crimes that are not tangible.

Arjun was one of the few guys who supported me when other high schoolers were afraid of associating with an effeminate character like me. He used to show solidarity with my campiness and homosexuality and would even pass me gay literature to read. In fact, he introduced me to two of his openly gay friends from his neighborhood who in turn passed me gay literature at a time when Internet was a rare luxury in my village.

At the height of his differences with me, he declared that he neither "believes" in the Big Bang origin of the Universe nor that humans are the product of Evolution through Natural Selection.

Hence, it was not surprising when I brought his attention to the music video of The Cranberries' song "Animal Instinct" and told him that I was deeply moved by the video which depicted a mother going to extreme lengths to keep her children in her custody. Arjun responded by saying that there was "nothing special" about that video, which finally made me realize that, just like other traditionalists, he had lost his empathy for minority communities in our human society.

The last time I met him was about 10 years ago when he was about to migrate to a Western country to give a good upbringing to his young son.

I am still friends with some of our mutual friends, and although Arjun's Facebook and Instagram profiles come to my notice from time to time, I don't dare "add" or "follow" him because after all these years of no contact whatsoever I don't know what his current attitude towards me is. I guess somethings in life are never meant to be - including friendships.

SHORT STORY: Surfer dude catches me on his gaydar

So it was one early morning I was strolling on a dirt road in an island that was renown for its world class surf breaks when I was about to pass a hot surfer dude who was unloading his surf board from a pickup truck parked in front of a guesthouse where I supposed he was staying.

As I drew abreast with him, he called to me, "Hello. How are you?" but I was struck speechless by his beauty and simply kept staring at him for a few moments. I looked up and down at him and noticed that his shorts hung somewhat loose from his hips exposing some pubic hair below his treasure trail.

I then broke out of my reverie, went near him, and quite daringly asked for his cell phone number.

I was not too sure why he greeted me. Could it be an acknowledgement out of courtesy towards a stranger on a lonely dirt road? Or could it be that he had a sexual interest in me? I wanted to find out and that's why I sought his cell number.

I asked him to give me a "missed call" and when he did I asked him under what name I should save his number. He said to save his contact number simply as "Jack". So I did and told him to give me a ring when he returned to his guesthouse after finishing his surfing session.

I then went to a nearby cafe, where I had a continental breakfast of toast, butter, strawberry jam, fried egg, fresh orange juice, and black coffee.

Afterwards I went to my own inn where I was staying on the island and sure enough, Jack called me after around 4 hours.

I gave him the name of my inn and he arrived in his rented pickup truck in around 10 minutes. It was such a small island which can be circumnavigated on foot in 2 hours.

We went to a restaurant for lunch and I was glad that he didn't order beer or wine or any other liquor because I don't like to make love to another guy under the influence as I cannot be sure then whether we had sex willingly or not which was an important issue for me.

Then I wondered: Why was I even thinking about sex? There was no such hint on his part and we could just amount to two dudes having a good time in a foreign island with surfing as our common interest.

I blamed it on Mother Nature; I wasn't horny all the time of my own accord. The US writer and philosopher Sam Harris was right to declare in his titular book "Free Will" that it was an illusion. We are totally dependent on our biological needs, to say the least.

Lunch over, he asked me whether I would like to go to his guesthouse for a beer and I replied in the affirmative although I made up my mind to have sex - if it came to that - before we drank the beers.

At his guesthouse room, he said he was going to take a shower before the beer because his body was all salty from been in the sea.

"Sure. Go ahead," I replied.

He went into the shower and I sat on his queen sized bed, resting my head against a pillow, waiting for him to come out.

When he did, he came out of the shower in new clean shorts and walked towards the minibar.

I told him whether we could have a chat before the beers but my excuse was not so much to know him intimately as to determine whether I could easily seduce him before we got high.

"Sure," he said and walked over to the bed and sat beside me.

I observed his rock hard shirtless body with its pronounced six packs. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His sun bleached blond hair fell to his shoulders and I wanted to run my fingers through them.

I pondered whether I should initiate using my usual moves; first by caressing his neck, collarbones, and underarm hair, then proceeding to suck and bite the nipples and oval areola because it gives unendurable sexual pleasure to like other erogenous regions of the human body.

I don't agree with scientists who claim that the male nipples did not have an evolutionary purpose and that it was a redundant organ created by God in order to give uniformity to the human body regardless of gender whereas the female breasts had the practical function - breastfeeding the young. From my personal experience, I can say that been sucked and bitten on my nipples resulted in unbearable throngs of sexual pleasure.

I also disagree with prudish conservatives that the anus is only for taking a dump. Again, from personal experience, I can say that the butt hole is sexually receptive when involved in anal intercourse. No wonder Lot's men enjoyed sodomy so much.

I leaned forward, got on my hands, bent over his crotch, and pressed my mouth on his genitals over his shorts. I caressed all over his loins and managed to locate his shaft and ball sack.

I continued pressing and running my lips all over his penis and I felt it get hard. I traced the shaft with my teeth, careful not to hurt it, and pressed my mouth down on the underside of his cock and felt it throb and press hard and put pressure against his shorts.

And right at that moment, out of the blue, my conscience made an appearance, making me wonder whether my sexual initiative was unwarranted and amounted to sexual harassment, like Jacob forcing a kiss on Bella in the "Twilight" story. I wondered whether, like Bella, Jack will be outraged and punch me for it, and break his hand instead. Or is it that I am watching too many movies which was letting my mind run wild with unrealistic imaginings?

I reminded myself that if Jack found my forthcoming offensive, he would have politely declined my advances because as of yet the situation was under his control. Or was it? Was he not far gone? Had he reached the point of no return? Was he already badly wanting to ejaculate? Only time would tell, I guessed. So I kept rubbing my mouth up and down his member and after a few strokes, the sexual magic started taking over.

He untied the shorts' straps and out popped his purplish rock hard helmet ready to be scooped into my waiting salivating mouth.  

He continued pushing down the shorts and I was treated to the exhilarating sight of a thick pulsating shaft which I guessed would have easily measured a good six inches or may be even more. He had not shaved his dark bushy pubic hair which made him look extra erotic, and the sight of his uncut cock throbbing reminded me of once sighting a garden snake making its way through the grass of my backyard.

His nut sack was tight, full of two big balls, which I looked forward to taking wholly in my mouth.

Upon exposing his balls he let the shorts hang there but I wasn't happy about it because I knew his ass was clean after the shower and I wanted badly to lick the bejesus out of his anus.

I started pulling his shorts down and he got the idea and lifted both his legs up into the air so that I could remove it altogether. Once I did, I took a good look at his handsome body; his strong thick thighs, his firm butt, and his chiseled six packs. The sight of him being stark naked was an exquisite sight to behold and I wondered whether I might cum just looking at his throbbing manhood.

I used both my hands to lift his legs up into the air above his abs and he caught on what I was about to do and kept his legs up allowing me to get a glimpse of his sexy unshaven gouch and the bushy butt hole below that was surrounded by a dark healthy undergrowth of more hair. And oh, did I forget to mention the pubic hair covering all around his cock? It was a sight almost too erotically sacred to behold.

I made my way to his asshole and started rimming him, slowly at first, and then faster when I started hearing him moaning. I then started nibbling his manhole, gently at first and then biting the rectum lips which made him grunt with pleasure.

I decided to give him the blowjob then, but to keep him in the throes of pleasure, I pressed my left middle finger on his hole of Calcutta and started rubbing it to and fro. He grunted and with his right hand took hold of my left middle finger and forcefully guided it all the way into his manhole. I wondered whether my finger being hijacked into his being forcibly could have caused him some pain although my saliva had somewhat lubricated his sweet ass.

I felt his pelvic floor muscles do a Kegel exercise as he tightened his rectum around my finger. It made finger fucking him a bit difficult at first but I think he had some previous experience in this area because he started loosening his rectum muscles every time I pushed my finger deep into his very core.

I then felt the time was ripe for blowing him and so knelt down in between his thighs, still finger fucking him, took his glans into my mouth which already had pre-cum trickling out. I squeezed his glans hard with my mouth and ran my tongue on the tip of his penis to get him more excited, and also because stimulating the opening of the urethra was another sexually exciting joy.

He moaned and I felt he may cum prematurely because I still had major plans regarding the fellatio I was performing on him.

I released his glans when I felt his phallus harden more and start throbbing again. I placed my right hand on the bottom of his shaft, squeezed it to make him more excited, and pressed his shaft down so that he would feel the pressure on his cock.

I licked each of his balls in turn and then nibbled it and took each testes into my mouth whole but careful not to hurt them with my teeth. It was exciting to feel his nuts wiggle in their nutsacks and I wondered whether he was ready to cum.

So I decided to go the final mile but before I could, he thrust his hips up to meet my going down on him and grabbed the back of my head with his right hand, forcefully pressed his glans against my mouth, leaving me no choice but to open my mouth, swallow his member whole, as in deep throating him; he pushed his manhood further into my mouth which I had to open wide because I had no other choice. I almost choked and started to withdraw but he held fast onto my head and started face fucking me.

Because he must have been almost close to shoot his load when he started face fucking me, after just a few thrusts I mercifully felt him exhaust his hot cum into my mouth which I swallowed with gratitude to God, our holy creator who bestowed the pleasure of sex, the joy of which does not equal any other pleasure in life. Sex is indeed heaven on earth.

Saturday, December 9, 2023

December 10 is Human Rights Day: Are queer rights human rights?

Yes, the assertion that queer rights are human rights is widely recognized and supported by various human rights organizations and advocates. The principle that all individuals, regardless of their sexual orientation, gender identity, or expression, are entitled to the same fundamental human rights and freedoms is a cornerstone of human rights advocacy. 

International human rights instruments, such as the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, affirm the equality and dignity of all human beings, irrespective of their sexual orientation or gender identity. Discrimination or persecution based on one's sexual orientation or gender identity is considered a violation of these fundamental human rights. 

Advocates for queer rights argue for legal protections, societal acceptance, and equal treatment under the law, striving to eliminate discrimination and promote the full inclusion of queer individuals in all aspects of society. The recognition of queer rights as human rights is part of a broader movement toward ensuring equal rights and dignity for all people, regardless of their differences.

Queer observations #4

Not all repressed queer men are hostile or angered at you. Even temperamental they are not.

They just don't want to raise your hopes that they will have gay sex with you. Nor do they want to actively get engaged in gay sex with anyone else - if you should know that to satisfy your ego in case you are wondering whether it's because they don't find YOU attractive but is ready to have queer sex with others who they find physically attractive.

There's a kind hearted queer dude who is a sales promoter at a convenience store in my neighborhood. I think he was repressing his homosexuality for a long time. In fact, I think he might have - for all his life - until he met me.

I was struck by his South Asian beauty. Extreme dark skin. Long face. Smooth skin.

My helpless staring at him wouldn't have gone unnoticed, of course: he started attending to me even without been asked.

He would guide me to the refrigerating section and on the second time he didn't ask me what I wanted because he remembered what I requested of him the previous time: a bottle of Coca-Cola.

He would accompany me to the cash counter, sometimes his hand resting on my dorsal. And when I wanted to exit, he would pat my dorsal lightly and hold the door open for me.

But it's unlikely that there will be any notable progress in our relationship except the "hi and bye" stage. He would return to his country one day, and get himself into the arranged (heterosexual) marriage that is awaiting him. Who said Life is fair...

SHORT STORY: The lust of silence

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Thursday, December 7, 2023

ESSAY: Confounding homosexuality with pedophilia

I don't remember when exactly I took notice of him. Thinking back, Adrian would have been there in the surf lineup even before I came on the scene.

I took notice of him only because one day after a surfing session he waited for me to come out of the water as sunset approached.

He waited until I had put on my shirt and came over to me and quite out of the blue requested me to attend a communal meal in his neighborhood marking the circumcision ceremony of a Jewish neighbor's son.

I replied in the affirmative and we exchanged numbers and addresses and I went to my flat to take a shower and get ready to go to his neighborhood which was just a ten minute ride on my scooter.

He had shoulder length hair, dark like his eyes, and high cheek bones which I liked. He was also on the lean side which was another plus point.

However, as I later came to realize, me and him were not meant to be.

We put some barbequed beef and potato wedges on plates and sat on chairs next to each other.

We then started exchanging stories about our lives so that we can get to know each other well.

But in the deep recesses of my mind, there was a nagging question why he was suddenly interested in becoming my "friend". May be it was a late trigger that set off a subconscious desire that resided deep in his mind, I presumed.

He told me he was 23 and I told him I was 29. I had seen him surfing a lot and knew that he was a goofy foot while I was a regular.

He told me he was a civil servant at a government agency and I told him I was a freelance copywriter.

He told me his hobby is been a street artist and that he gets a lot of work, sometimes overwhelming, in way of painting graffiti and murals.

I told him he may find it more profitable to resign from his government job and forgo the meagre salary in favor of more lucrative art deals.

I am not sure why he took the advice as I was more or less a stranger to him still.

After the celebration was over, he told me to come to his nice suburban dwelling the next morning to go to town and post a cheap advertisement in the classified section of the town's local paper.

Immediately the next day he started getting phone calls of inquiries. Within a month he resigned from the civil service post and became a full time street artist.

The problems between me and he started when he introduced me to his girlfriend, Amanda, who he said he plans to marry "really soon".

But he began to share private secrets with me which convinced me beyond a shadow of doubt that the marriage will not last: he told me within 10 days he is going to inform Amanda that he is going to break up with her.

My main reason why I didn't provide him any advice is that he had told to me that he found cunnilingus unsettling because he found the vagina "disgusting".

I may have been wrong in my perceptions at the time but I did find it odd that a heterosexual man found a woman's vagina disgusting.

This also made me wonder whether he was a closeted homosexual and that he began to become closer to me because he couldn't deal with his repressed homosexuality anymore. But I made a decision not to give in to his sexual advances until I was sure that he wanted a sexual relationship with me.

So I didn't voice any thoughts regarding his relationship with Amanda because at such a tender age, the human mind is confused in various ways and makes it difficult to take certain major decisions of life. So I didn't provide him any advice which he might come to dislike later and blame me for wrecking his life and his relationship with Amanda.

In fact, our friendship actually soured from that point. What happened was when Amanda was told by Adrian that he was breaking up with her, Amanda asked me to arrange a date with one of our mutual friends, Albert. When I mentioned this to Albert, he told me that it's good that Adrian broke up with her because both Albert and Amanda had hit it off at a mutual friend's birthday party.

So I arranged the date because they were two consenting adults and both looked forward to meeting each other.

But Adrian took it really badly. He questioned me how I could "behind his back" get involved in match making between his "girlfriend" Amanda and Albert. I told him both Amanda and Albert requested me to arrange their date.

"I am your friend first. So your loyalty must be to me, not Amanda. She came into our picture only after I introduced her to you," Adrian said to me.

This possessive attitude first emerged from Adrian when I became close with Adrian's younger brother Alex. When Alex started hanging out with me more, Adrian one day gathered the three of us and bitterly warned Alex from getting too close to me and said to Alex, "Don't steal my best friend".

This made me wonder why Adrian was becoming so possessive of me, going to the extent of openly warning his brother to stay away from me.

It was much later that another mutual friend told me that Adrian was angered when Alex told him that I had asked Alex to go on a "date" with him. It was a gross misunderstanding on Alex's part: he had misinterpreted my invitation to go for a dinner with him after I had confessed to both Alex and Adrian that I was gay.

I found it odd that Adrian still regarded Amanda as his girlfriend even though he had informed her that he had dumped her.

So I was proven right not to get involved in the romantic affairs of young friends who have yet to come to their senses as far as life's big decisions are concerned.

Not a month passed after he had told me he was going to break up with Amanda when Adrian actually married her.

A few years later they had two kids and divorced.

Then Adrian started hanging out with me again but I was wary of him because of our troubled friendship in the past.

There were two mistakes I made that resulted in him cutting off all relations with me. One of them was when I detected that he had painted on the perimeter wall of a skating park a graffiti of a nude male fantasy character with a touch of the brush as if to prevent the figure's penis from seeming too obvious. But upon closer inspection, I detected it and told him so. He didn't react to my reaction.

But later that night, under the influence, he told me that once when he was high on MDMA, he had allowed a mutual male friend to draw him nude, "just like Rose wearing nothing as in Titanic".

The second mistake that led to the breaking up of our friendship was when one night while sober he asked me whether I found him sexually attractive.

It was a situation that cannot end well whichever answer I gave him: if I told him I didn't find him physically attractive, his ego would be hurt; and if I said I found him attractive that will also seal the breakup of our friendship, because if he doesn't like to be desired by other men, he would find it psychologically debilitating to enjoy close relations with a person who he believes is sexually attracted to him.

After that debacle, I didn't initiate any contact with him and neither he initiated contact with me though there were two instances where I met him on the street and he told me it was "good to see you" and asked me to call him and set a day to go eat out. I did call him but he said he was busy for the next three months and I wondered what kind of a person cannot set aside just an hour to meet someone with whom he enjoyed a close friendship.

The final blow came when he sent me a Viber message saying that he always defended me when some other surfers accused me that I was a pedophile because I often did hang out with younger surfers but only because I found their fresh outlook on life interesting.

"That's how you have sex with children," he concluded his message by saying.

Of all the people I became friendly with, he was one of the few who were privy to my most discreet thoughts and actions. So I was deeply hurt that he accused me of been a pedophile.

It is well documented that some people erroneously confound homosexuality with pedophilia although I am not sure when, why, or how this confusion arose in societies.

I showed Adrian's message to one of his ex- girlfriends and this is what she had to say: "What an ignorant asshole".

Tuesday, December 5, 2023

Queer observations #3

Some people assume that being gay means you are okay having gay sex with just about anybody as long as he is a MAN and he has a COCK and a BUMHOLE. The reality is further from that false assumption!

In our lived out life, it doesn't happen that way. You don't become sexually aroused unless you find the guy you are having sex with physically or sexually attractive or both - in some way.

Once I was invited to a gay threesome in a South Asia city. It was arranged by a Maldives friend who asked me to go to a certain address where one of his gay Maldivian friends were waiting with one of his Sri Lanka gay friends.

Unfortunately, I found both of them unattractive.

The result was that I didn't get aroused.

They played with my cock for around 15 minutes or so.

They took turns sucking me off and doing all sorts of other stuff such as stroking, rubbing, and even masturbating me violently but such wanking did nothing to get my cock come out of its flaccid state.

In the end I did what I had to do, that is, I got out of that situation by telling them it was not their fault that I didn't get a boner and that it was my problem I was having a stressful day.

I immediately exited out of that gay threesome while they were insisting that I must cum in one way or another. 

How thoughtful. Gay men are actually very kind and sweet, perhaps because they feel much discrimination from our patriarchic society and therefore there is need for us to enjoy gentle and supportive relations with everyone if possible.

I did not tell them that the problem was that I didn't find them sexually attractive; it would have emotionally hurt them and I don't believe in hurting anybody psychologically. 

I have never broken the heart of any of my boyfriends to date, even the casual suck buddies and fuck buddies; so in a way, you can say that I have never broken up with anyone and the friendship still goes on. (Whether the human mind is a slut is a topic I have planned to write under this QUEER OBSERVATIONS series column for another day in future. Stay tuned).

And when it came to the cocks of that Sri Lankan and Maldivian dudes, sorry to say this, but both their penii were not personally appealing to me. They lacked my taste: the "right" shape, look, and attitude were not there. Yes, even everyone's penis has its unique attitude like how fingerprints are also one of its kind!

However exciting a three-way sexual deal meant, their whole "package" didn't appeal to me, and therefore, I found it a waste of time for me to look forward to having vital, vigorous sex with those two homosexual men whose looks and cocks weren't erotically appealing to me on a personal level. 

Which again reminds me of the two true cliches: Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder & there're fishes in the sea for everyone.

ESSAY: Why torture ourselves?

This Universe is a singular unified system consisting of varied parts. Whether you want to call it God or The Force or Eywa is up to you because, whether you believe in Pantheism or not, it’s common sense that, taking into account our own sentience and consciousness, the Universe itself would be conscious though it doesn’t deal with us in the way we expect it to. In other words, praying is a useless exercise because the Universe knows what you are going through and would be aware what’s the best for you.

So, it’s time to raise our consciousness and stop hurting the genitals of both us human beings and other wildlife, be it plants or animals. There may be a painless way of neutering animals but most of us seem unaware that every time we pick a flower, which is a plant’s sexual organ, we are mutilating and torturing flora. Anyway, what’s so appealing about putting flowers into a vase or presenting a bouquet to a loved one? Just imagine a scenario where the world is ruled by Ents and they cut our dicks and vaginas and put them in vases or present as bouquets to their loved Ents!

If you are in doubt, and accept scientific research findings, read the book "Brilliant Green: The Surprising History and Science of Plant Intelligence" by Stefano Mancuso and Alessandra Viola  to understand why.

The next time you decide to give that bouquet, or put a bunch of freshly cut flowers you buy from the nearest florist, you are causing much unsolicited pain to the entire Universe because we are all connected. It doesn't take George Lucas’ “Star Wars” or James Cameron's "Avatar" to knock this sense into you.

Keep in mind that flowers are the genitals of plants and trees that you find "beautiful" in various ways. You may unconsciously find them beautiful because they in fact even resemble human vaginas (https://balconygardenweb.com/flowers-that-look-like-vaginas-plants/).

We may not escape from Capitalism, the Natural order of Economics, but you can manage to do away with the larger undesirable parts of Consumerism by taking into consideration that the concepts "invented" by humans such as Christmas, Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Teacher's Day, Perfume Giving To Your Lover's Day, or whatever dubious assholes' day by not resorting to this absurd, obscene, and crude way of getting pleasant experiences.


On another note, perhaps because I am strictly gay, I find the sight of human vaginas repulsive. It's my problem, not any others'. Those who are straight, bi, lesbo, etc., do love vaginas and I can understand why because as a gay man I find men's penis beautiful to behold.

On another note, psychoanalysts claim that Steven Spielberg's success of his movie "Jaws" was because some men perceive human vaginas as "vagina with teeth or "vagina dentat" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vagina_dentata). There's actually a movie about it titled "Teeth" (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teeth_(2007_film).

So, dear LGBTQIA+  community, next time you want to fulfill your dark sexual desire of bestiality without been aware that it’s bestiality, don't insert your dick into a Venus Fly Trap.
It may be Nature (or God's) way to punish your "perverted" sexuality 😱.

ESSAY & TRUE GAY SEX SHORT STORY: Losing my virginity

(NOTE: This is the tragic true story of my virginity losing)

(NOTE: Before reading this account, you might find a little bit knowledge about sexually repressed homosexuals useful. If so, please visit this link first - https://jjgayland.blogspot.com/2023/07/blog-post_8.html)


It's been several years since I broke up with my virginity breaker. Even though I don't want to keep tabs on him, our mutual friends don't fail to gossip and update me on his life's happenings. I am informed that he somehow hooked up with a woman within a few months after we broke up, married her, and had a son.

His name is Evander and he is 3 years younger than me. I popped his cherry as he did mine. I met him at a restaurant somewhere on the coast of California. I went there with a friend who was mature than me and claimed he can see signs and read body language to determine who are closeted and repressed gay men.

Evander was actually the cashier but for some reason he personally came over to take our order though there were some waiters who could have served us. I ordered a beef steak while my friend Killian placed an order for chicken and chips.

After Evander entered our orders into a tablet, he muttered something, and left, but as I was not paying him much attention, I didn't catch what he said but Killian told me: "He just flirted with you!"

When he came over with our food, he was all smiles, but the cynical part of me made me think that Evander was following instructions by his superiors to act friendly with all customers. That's good for business after all.

I don't frequent this particular restaurant but the next day I went there to further investigate whether Evander had a sexual interest in me. Once again he did more than what he was tasked with and this time gave me his cell phone number without my asking and asked me to come over when his shift was over.

We had dinner together during which time he said he was also a surfer but that his work schedule prevented him from regular surfing. He said if I go during the weekend, he would like to join me.

So the next Sunday I fetched him and we surfed together in a line up which was not crowded. Afterwards, we went to his restaurant again. He said it was great to have surfed again after a long hiatus.

We continued this routine for around two months by which time my curiosity was getting the better of me. So I decided to directly ask him what exactly was his interest in me.

I took him to a different restaurant where he might be comfortable with no intrusions from his colleagues.

I decided to come out of the closet first, on the understanding that if he was truly gay, as Killian had pointed out, it would be easier for him to cope with the heavy emotional burdens he may have to share with me.

I told him I am a Liberal Humanist who does not believe in the literal interpretation of the good book, the Bible, but stuck to Jesus' spirit. I went ahead and told him I have over the past few months developed an affection for him and was convinced that I was falling in love with him.

All throughout my sharing of my inner most thoughts and feelings, he never addressed the issue I had raised and kept on just smiling. I was so frustrated I told him bluntly that I would like to cut off all relations with him because I didn't want to walk further on this road if he doesn't want to. Still he kept quiet, so I settled the check.

I drove him to his flat and I told him I appreciated his company over the last few months but that I never want to see him again because he had not expressed what he wanted out of our relationship.

But to my chagrin, he called me the next Sunday and we spent the whole day alternately surfing and eating. He never broached the subject of my romantic love for him and I left with my mind tortured.

The next Sunday, he called me and I went over to that other restaurant. Though he was wearing shades, throughout our meal, I saw tears streaming down his cheeks. He was awfully quiet, and I kept silent, thinking that he was feeling some kind of extreme emotion: was he feeling bad that I had broken up with him?

After the meal was over, he said he wanted to go to my place. But before that, he wanted to go to a liquor store and we bought a Smirnoff Vodka.

He downed three glasses and asked me to put on a porn which I did on my computer. I didn't have any gay sex videos because of the fear that visiting friends who are Conservative might discover my biggest secret. So I played the only porn video I had at the time which was a lesbian sex video.

When the two actresses were at the stage where they had taken off their clothes and started fingering each others' pussies, Evander removed his jeans, lay down beside me on my bed, and took out his swelling cock from the opening in front of his boxer briefs and started stroking it.

It was huge: I supposed it could have been around 6 to 8 inches in length when erect.

I became confused as to what role I should play now; was I expected to give him head? Would that ruin the good time we were having? Worse, will that lead to us breaking off our supposedly platonic friendship?

I arrived at the difficult conclusion that I would not perform oral sex on him because we were under the influence and might do something we may feel awkward and regret later when we became sober.

So I did what I think was best and that was to tell him I was going to go to the other room in order to give him some privacy.

But just when I started getting off the bed he reached out and stopped me from getting up by grabbing my arm and holding onto it as if he didn't want to let me go.

I felt aroused at the thought that him holding onto my arm with his one hand while masturbating with his other hand must give him some kind of unusual sexual satisfaction that directly involved me.

I didn't know what to make of it and so laid down beside him, doing nothing.

He got up suddenly and said he needed to piss.

Coming back, he once again laid down next to me but this time it seemed he didn't have any interest in either watching the lesbian porn or jacking off.

Then he surprised me by starting to lick my neck. It was most arousing and I tolerated it for what seemed like an eternity.

Then he stopped licking my neck and quite unexpectedly he put his mouth forcefully on my mouth and I inadvertently opened my mouth which made him thrust his tongue inside and start sucking all that he could access: my tongue, my teeth, and my lips.

It was quite a pleasant experience but I was feeling suffocated because I was running out of breath due to all that sexual arousal.

Then he started rolling his dick on my tummy. I decided that this meant he wanted to cum but I wasn't sure I had the time to get both of us to apply lubricants on our cocks.

So I did what I thought was best: I rolled him onto his back, went down to his groin, took his throbbing hard lingam out of his boxers' frontal opening, and started sucking his ripe purplish glans, making sure my lips were stroking his banjo string, while I rolled my tongue on his piss slit.

Almost immediately I felt his warm liquid flowing down my throat and I immediately grabbed his shaft and tightened my knuckles on its base. I continued to pressure his cockhead for some moments more until I was sure his whole hot load had gone down into my system.

Afterwards, he just lay there without opening his eyes, and I supposed he wanted a few moments to relax.

I went into my living room, smoked a joint, while Googling images of hot naked men. As he had seemingly forgotten to reciprocate my giving him an orgasm, I was thinking I should get rid of the tension in my body on my own.

I put on a condom and shot my cumload into it and disposed the rubber into my waste bin.

He came over to me and said he was hungry and we went to a 24/7 open eatery where we had some snacks.

He was smiling all the time and I guessed he might be feeling good about his cock been sucked and had reached an orgasmic climax.

Quite predictably like other times, he never brought up the subject of his or my sexuality.

The next Sunday, he didn't want to go surfing but wanted to come over to my place though he didn't explain why.

Immediately upon entering my living room, he started unbuttoning his shirt, took hold of my arm, and led me into my master bedroom.

All this time he didn't say what he was up to and I didn't ask, thinking that he would know what he was dealing with.

When inside the room, he removed his jeans and boxer briefs and lay down on the bed.

I didn't say anything and didn't even take off my clothes because depending on his erratic and unpredictable behavior, I was already having misgivings about the nature and future of our friendship. Was this his way of transitioning into a full-blown homosexual relationship? I had no way to know though it appeared so. His silence was killing me.

After a few minutes, our silent inaction was troubling my mind. So I took the risk of giving him a blow job.

Then he followed my move and laid himself in a 69 position so that we could suck off each other simultaneously.

Before we cummed however, he halted sucking my cock, and lay down again face up, and waited for an action which I wasn't sure about.

But after smelling his favorite body spray, I knew he had showered, and wanted to embark on a fantasy I have always had.

I lifted his legs up and rested them over my back, found his bumhole, and started rimming him.

After a few minutes, I stopped and lay myself next to him, resting my head on his chest. Then he said something which should not have surprised me at all if I had at the time realized he was repressing his homosexuality and was thus finding so much conflict in his mind regarding whether to accept and embrace his homosexuality or not.

"Aren't you disgusted?" he asked me, and I knew he was talking about my eating his boy pussy.

I thought of an appropriate thing to say and replied: "I love you. Nothing about you can disgust me".

He didn't respond to that but after a few minutes got up and said: "How can I possibly get this huge thing inside you?"

I knew he was referring to his being well endowed but refrained from answering to that question because I was not keen to get a long hot rod inside my ass which surely could accommodate only half the size when he was fully erect. I wasn't sure when he was about to cum, he would have the self control or will power to keep thrusting his penis only halfway through instead of ripping my rectum asunder.

Fortunately, he didn't pursue the matter further and he said he needs to go home. But before that, he requested me to transfer some bucks to his bank account because he wanted to buy a new surf board. I did and he said he will return the money after one year.

The next Sunday too went more or less this way but he didn't initiate anything sexual so I didn't bring up the subject. He said he wants to smoke a joint and watch a movie from my computer.

I was having a very pleasant state of mind and embraced him from the back while he was sitting on my comfortable chair but I felt something go wrong. He wasn't receptive and stayed stiff and didn't respond at all; he didn't even say anything. He took hold of my arms, removed them forcefully and got up, the movie forgotten. Without even saying "good night" or paying a curtsy like a "goodbye" he left my flat without even once looking back.

Months passed and all that time I was troubled in the mind constantly wondering why someone who seemed to love me left abruptly without any explanation at all.

It seemed he had walked out of my life forever until, the exact day when one year passed when he had borrowed money from me for his new surf board, he called me and told me to come to the same restaurant where we had dinner the last time.

He was already there and when I sat down at his table, he didn't talk about anything regarding why he had walked out of my life even though all his actions until the time of him breaking up with me indicated that he was also having some sort of affection for me.

Without saying a word, he handed me cash the exact amount he had borrowed and said: "I told you I will return this".

I didn't know how to respond to that and so I kept quiet, and the next thing he said was: "There are no lies in the Bible, right?"

Even if he didn't spell it out, I knew he was, with quite difficulty, trying to talk about a subject which was still taboo for him.

I didn't know what would have been a proper response to someone who seemed to believe in a literal interpretation of the Bible because I thought Scriptures were there to be followed in spirit only.

I tried to smile at him instead, hoping that would make him okay even if I didn't give an answer to his question.

When I remained silent, he didn't pursue the matter of our homosexual relationship any further and asked me what food and beverage I would like to have.

But already his actions were troubling my mind and I wanted to remove myself from that situation, and get away from him as fast as I can.

I told him I already had had dinner and would like to call it an early night. He didn't smile and I left without a greeting.

Back at home, I reasoned that the fact that he remembered the exact date he had to pay me back must have been due to his still paying me some sort of attention.

Maybe it is because of this reasoning, I made the mistake of smoking pot in that vulnerable state of mind, and as soon as I got high, I falsely felt that the whole universe was working in my favor and I thereby texted him: "I love you. I will always love you, now and forever too."

Immediately he replied: "Don't worry. I will be with you till the very end'.

That reply sent me into a euphoria, as I was riding on a high. When I think about it now, marijuana is not for everyone, especially if you have latent schizophrenia currently staying dormant until a narcotic substance triggers it into full bloom. It was due to incidents such as this that I realized governments in liberal societies are on the wrong track by been too keen to legalize narcotics substances without educating the people first.

My heart was soaring, and all those poignant songs started playing in my head, and I immediately rang him. But he didn't respond to my call, so I lay down on my bed and decided to sleep in the happy state of knowing that there was at least one person in the whole wide world who loved me.

But just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard my phone's notification of the receipt of a SMS and when I checked, it was a text message from Evander which I could never ever forget. His message read: "Fuck you! Go to Hell."

Perhaps the pot worked; I didn't feel much of a trauma. But then there's the change that had occurred in my mind over that one year been separate and away from him; my mind was already moving on and time itself healed the better part of the wound he had inflicted on me by leaving without either a goodbye or an explanation.

Nevertheless, I did something the next morning which on hindsight I feel I shouldn't have. I rang him, he took the call, but remained silent. I waited for a few minutes and when he didn't reply to a few "hellos" from my end, I hung up.

I never tried to get in touch with him again because he had demonstrated that he didn't want me to help him accept his homosexuality. He couldn't even acknowledge his homosexuality in the first place.

I never went to his restaurant again although he stared at me a couple of times when I passed by there. Perhaps this "first love" of mine cannot be said to have broken my virginity because I didn't let him bust my ass with his huge cock.

Sunday, December 3, 2023

Queer observations #2

Some gay people who are rich and feel they are in control of their life do not feel the need to take the risk of getting involved in an actual physical gay sexual relationship; they are fully satisfied with acting out their sexual fantasies in a private manner, in that, they are okay as long as they can masturbate while watching gay porn or going through viewing of images of nude men.

Such queer folk are those who continue to repress themselves to the extent they are afraid of engaging in gay sex because they might get exposed. They are so scared of been found out.

I know a South Asian waste collector who earns peanuts in the South Asian country where he works. He sends part of his meagre income to his family back home. But, because of the foreign exchange rate, he is able to conduct a lot of lucrative businesses in the South Asian capital where his extended family lives. In his country of work, he is just a lowly garbage collector but back home he is a tycoon.

He told me he has no need for practicing gay sex because he was able to buy a smartphone and watch gay porn to his heart's content and masturbate in the toilet away from the prying eyes of his roomies who are not aware he is gay.

He said he doesn't miss gay sex at all because he is able to watch gay  porn secretly and masturbate. So finally he got sexual relief and he doesn't feel like taking a risk and ruining his life by actually engaging in gay sex with another man. He feels his life is very secure and safe now.

But I guess nothing can replace the actual sex acts - that natural raw animal sex drive. According to some studies, 19 sexual thoughts enter a man's mind once every 24 hours.

So, if there is no risk, then I think all gay men will be engaged directly in sex. Therefore, I feel sad for the plight of gays everywhere who don't have the opportunity of physically getting involved in gay sex.

TRUE GAY SEX SHORT STORY: The purple cock and sex interrupted

(NOTE: BASED ON A TRUE STORY INVOLVING ME)

"You start what you finish." -- Anonymous

On one of my trips to a South Asian capital, I met a Maldives friend to smoke pot in a guesthouse room rented by a Sri Lanka friend. (FACT: Maldivians are predominantly Muslim while Sri Lankans are predominantly Buddhist).

Omar wasn't a devote Muslim exactly, as I observed he had shaved his beard and his pants reached his ankles. Believing Muslims sport beards and wear truncated pants that expose their ankles, in reference to some schools of Islamic thought that this has to be so.

Maybe he was only a believing Muslim, not a practicing one. I say this because I have come across faithful Muslims who smoke pot, their excuse been that marijuana doesn't intoxicate anyone out of his senses, and even when you smoke a lot, you are still conscious and aware of what's happening around you.

He came over to my guesthouse and I lay sprawled on the single bed, behind him while he sat on the edge of the bed, and started rolling the joint from the apparatus on a coffee table I had placed next to the bed.

Once completed, I sat up, snuggled next to him, in such close proximity that my shoulders were more or less leaning on his shoulders. I wanted to test the waters like this because he always kept smiling, and honestly to say, I found him attractive - a strange fact because he was not my type, in that he was fair-skinned and a little on the chubby side, my "type" being extremely lean men who are extremely dark-skinned.

May be the pot poisons my mind into MISTAKENLY thinking he was accommodating me even when he knew I was gay but strangely, the feeling persisted in me that he was inexplicably attracted to me because it's not everyday that a Muslim can tolerate homosexual men like me. So, that's why the strange idea occurred to me to test why he felt intimate enough with a gay man to smoke pot together.

I started developing doubts that he didn't have much faith in Islamic principles, mainly because he always engaged in having conversations with me regarding philosophical thoughts on Buddhism. He had shifted to living in Colombo, and was currently visiting the South Asian capital that I happened to be in at that time. He was from the Maldives' capital Male', got a nice job in Sri Lanka, which involved travelling a lot, just as my job demanded that I do a lot of travelling too. He was married but said his wife didn’t have any plans yet to have children.

Buddhism is the prevalent "religion" in the Indian Ocean singular island Sri Lanka although the atheist British evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins is of the opinion it is more of a "lifestyle" than a "religion".

Likewise, Omar is of the opinion that Lord Buddha, aka Siddhartha Gautama's claim that "thoughts" and "feelings" had no meaning of their own, and can be meant in any way we assign meanings to them.

As an atheist like Dawkins, I guess it was a comfortable philosophy that could salve the anxiety and depression some people suffered at the thought that there is no Afterlife and death ends it all by sending everyone back into the Oblivion - the Void from where we first emerged from.

Alfred Wallace is the "forgotten man" of Evolution, and perhaps as to why people of various faiths SINGULARLY HATES Charles Darwin, not because he allegedly said humans are "monkeys" (as wrongfully interpreted by many people who subscribe to monotheist faiths such as Judaism, Christianity, and Islam) but because, rather than Wallace, it was Darwin who became more famous for the theory of Evolution through Natural Selection, thus denying the monotheistic religions' belief in Creationism, including the belief that God created Adam and Eve instead of humans descending from, um, somewhere in the tree of life between "chimpanzees" and "apes"!

After we were done, I lay down on the bed again, but this time my face almost touching the area where Omar's buttcrack was. He had come to me after finishing work, and his shirt was still tucked into his pants. So I removed the back of his shirt from his pants, and on the exposed skin above where his buttcrack was, I started making rounding motions with my fingers on the area of sacrum. I wanted to see, as a first sign, how he would react to my initiative of touching his tailbone.

He sat still and let me play around his vertebra for what seemed like a long while.

Then he moved in a way as if indicating that he wanted to lie down on the bed beside me. I gave him space so that he can lie next to me across in a way that his feet would still be touching the floor.

He started unbuttoning his shirt but didn't remove it whole and only exposed his upper body. He made no move to unzip his pants.

"Finish what you started." It wasn't a command because he sounded as if it was a kind of request that he feels I am obliged to attend to.

I realized that since we had finished smoking our joint, he had not said even a single word until then.

I made the move to always do what I do when I start foreplay.

I didn't lick his neck because I didn't want to put him on edge by letting him wonder whether I was going to kiss his mouth - something some men refrain from for reasons I don't exactly understand.

This was based on some previous experience where some guys didn't want to be kissed on the mouth. I didn't understand the reasons for this except that they might not like the taste of saliva of another man. But this conclusion further raises the question why these same guys have no problem with swallowing my cum. If they dislike the taste of other men's bodily fluids, why make an exception for semen, I wonder. Of course, my favorite "beverage" is semen so there's no question that I enjoy "drinking" it.

So I directly moved onto his right armpits, smelled it all around intimately with my nose rubbing up and down all the hair, excited by his own distinct male smell emanating from the rough skin of his armpits. His pheromones were spellbinding, to say the least.

I rolled my tongue a few times and then moved onto the next phase which is nibbling and sucking the nipples. I massaged his right nipple by tightening my lips around the areola. I noticed that, in a nice contrast with his yellow-like skin, the darker shade of pink of his areola was an interesting sight.

I spent a few moments doing that but noticed that he was not squirming and wiggling. I wondered whether he was not aroused and thereby it didn't give him much pleasure.

In fact, I was wondering whether he had any gay tendencies at all. I was wondering whether this was some type of experiment he was undergoing to try out what a gay sex experience was like, and that he was allowing me to play with him because I was his close friend and that he trusted me to be gentle with him and honor him by treating him gently in such a moment of physical intimacy where he had submitted wholly to my authority and he expected me to act kindly toward him without him feeling that I was exploiting him.

I also wondered whether his allowing of my continued sexual pleasuring of him was a means for him to explore his whole body trying to identify his erogenous parts and whether it pleasured him and whether he was been accommodating towards me because he wanted a full-fledged gay sex experience.

I moved on to his navel, licked it a few times, then travelled down along his treasure trail, and came to the point of his pants which still was zipped up.

I removed the prong, pulled back the end tip, and released his belt from the loop. Straps removed, I loosened his belt. I took hold of the slider, pulled it down along the chain, until it reached the bottom stop of his pant's zip, exposing his already hard and throbbing cock.

If I had any misgivings that I had doubted earlier whether he was aroused or not when I played with his armpits, nipples, and navel, I was now happy at seeing his boner and content to get the confirmation that his hard-on confirmed beyond any doubt he was aroused and sexually pleasured, thanks to what I supposed could be my own style of foreplay when engaging in physical and sexual intimacy with men. Call it my own way or art of pleasuring men! Lol.

But then, therein was the biggest surprise: his cock was unique from all the other many cocks I had come into contact up to that point in my whole life. It was not like any other lingam I had ever seen up until that moment in my life. It wasn't the length of his dick that surprised my gaze - it was the length of two knuckles when erect - but the four shades of color that distinguished his balls, his shaft, his frenulum, and his glans. It was, drumroll, the color of a purple beetroot! Yes, literally, a purple peacock, which I never thought was a real thing. US singer songwriter Katy Perry would have been delighted if, indeed, she had written (https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/Katy-Perry/Peacock), composed, and sung her song "Peacock". (Here is a much funnier version enacted by a male fan in drag - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDxZgFoAciU)

Here was I now, with the real deal. It formed a nice contrast with his fair skin. In fact, it was like looking at a dark, out-of-place thing, amidst a light background. And the four shades of beetroot purple was viscerally and visually appealing.

Being circumcised according to a prevailing Muslim tradition, the frenulum visible beneath his cut cock was an exciting lighter shade than his testes. It is redundant for me to spell this out because anybody who was exposed to any kind of sexual relations with a man would be aware that the shade of the genitals will be darker than the general skin covering his body, and that the shades of the penis itself varies - from dark scrotum, to less dark shaft, to a lesser dark frenulum, and to a much lesser dark glans. That was why his pulsing cockhead appeared like an unskinned purple beetroot I usually mix into any fresh vegetable salad I make.

I lifted his hardened shaft with my right hand, rolled my tongue on his piss slit, in order to let a preliminary excitement arise in him from my playing with his external urethral opening.

Then, after I felt I had played enough with his meatus, without touching any other part of his rock hard cock, I moved immediately to his balls. I was glad he hadn't used body spray because I smelt all the earthy smells that I always looked forward to when I have intimacy with another man. Something like the smell of unadulterated musk (https://jjgayland.blogspot.com/2023/05/blog-post_79.html). Or even the strong smell of river clay which I encounter when I take part in community showers in the river everytime I stayed in a village at the modest jungle homes of my Sri Lankan buddies. I should not be surprised with this fact, because whether religions teach us or not, it makes sense that we decay and become part of the Earth if we are buried after death. Indeed, the religious quote "from dust to dust" rings true as far as our beginning and end are concerned.

Science itself points to this possibility. We are pretty much a product of clay and dirt as about 96% of the human body is carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, phosphorus and sulfur. So some people are off the mark when they deny this because what is the origin of our cells, blood, skin, tissue, etc., if not they are the clay and dirt of our planet?

I pressed my nose near his testicles, took a whiff and a sniff, drawing a long breath in of his sexy masculine fragrance, and savoring it to the full.

I let out my tongue, first rolling it on his left ball, and then moving on to his right ball. In the excitement it stimulated in his genitals, his balls tightened in his scrotum sockets, and rose up to touch the base of his shaft, and snuggly remain there for a few moments. The scrotum's base skin, just above his gouch, the hard muscular muscle that formed the empty path or region between the base of his balls to the beginning of his anus, was loose, so, with my left hand, I pulled that loose skin and held it down, to make his balls stand out, so that I could take it in my mouth. Though some men can take another man's two balls simultaneously into their mouth, I wasn't as skilled or talented as that. What I can do is take a single ball into my mouth at any given time, fondle and caress it gently in order not to hurt him, paying extra attention not to let my teeth touch violently on his balls, something that some men like while others don't, and sometimes cause the latter to lose their erection because of the pain.

I alternated between his two balls and when I looked up and saw that a pre-cum drop had already appeared at the opening tip of his cock, I knew that the time had come for a session of hard cock sucking.

I kept my left hand pressing down on the base of his shaft, to ensure that it kept his shaft hardened and his glans bursting at the seams. I deepthroated him a few times but decided to focus on his cockhead because I was feeling kind of tired from being stoned and I somewhat wanted him to ejaculate soon. So I concentrated on keeping his cockhead under pressure by mouthing it.

As my previous experiences indicate that if I form a ring with my thumb and index finger, and stroke it up and down his banjo string and frenulum, that was enough to make a man reach the point of ejaculation in no time at all. Hence, I regarded my upper lips and lower lips as that ring, and concentrated my oral commissures and tubercles to put pressure on his banjo strings, the corona of the glans, combined with my working on the neck of his glans, to make him cum sooner than later.

As I am a giver, not a taker, what I am good is giving head, and I don't mind boasting about it because it is true. Sometimes I don't mind been not buttfucked and not been allowed to buttfuck in turn because my thing is giving guys blowjobs. In fact, I am passionate, or maybe the right word is obsessed, with oral sex that I feel deprived even if a single day of my life is deprived me of sucking a dude's cock. Perhaps this is why I maintain good relations with suck buddies because they can come in handy at times when I feel deprived of this heavenly act.

But, just as I thought he was about to cum, the moment was spoilt, when he said softly: "Can you stop? I feel I'm being unfaithful to my wife."

There was no way I could continue even if he had not shot his cumload by that point. I had to respect his wishes however much I was sexually excited because he was on the receiving end, and not only that, but it was also the way to respect and treat another human kindly, ethically, and morally. All those years of studying civics in grade school had instilled in me those values strongly in my character and personality.

So, I stopped sucking his cock right at that moment, he zipped up his pants, buttoned his shirt, and told me he will come the next day to smoke pot with me.