Sexyeroticamatic

You know it's rare for me to discuss my sex life on the blog. I dunno. There's someting a tad gauche writing about the ebb and flow of my hormones. Then again, I figure the major of my blogging audience is either gay/bisexual or friends who know the severity of my sexual Love Jones to know the real deal. Oh yes, I'm a horny bastard!

So this morning, I'm kinda revelling in a comment my good brutha Real left yesterday for my birthday post. I won't repeat it, you can find it yourself, but it got me to thinking. Lemme do some 'splanning...

After the oh-so-nasty break up with Mr. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but often is, I put myself on the celibacy bandwagon and unfortunately it's been...ahem...some time since yours truly has laid up next to somebody. Make no mistake. I could have. There have been and are opportunities, but at this time, I'm searching for substance. Plus, to be forever honest, casual sexual encounters have never proven wise in my life. Not that Napoleon was a casual thang, but our relationship started out as such and my crazy ass tried to build upon that. Sometimes, Dear Ian, a fuck is just a fuck.

So, after eight months (damn! really???) of abstinence and now a new age, I sit here wondering "what's next?" Do I continue this journey into self-purification, wanting a life mate, not just a release for hormonal angst? Hm. And for those out you out there doing your thing, I'm not knockin' it. Hot, steamy, sweaty, energy draining, exhausting, earth movin', life changing sex is a TREMENDOUS, wonderful thang! For me though, I'm ready to exchange it all for the balm to my heart and soul. I deserve my mate in this venture.

Reviewing the laundry list of failed relationships, I have a failed marriage, too many crappy man on man sitches, and enough laughable female relations than a l'il bit. Now it's time for the solid anchor. The resounding person who'll be in my corner, who has my back. Don't we all need a few months, if not years, of love? But let me digress cause I still want the sex.

Do I really compromise, give in to my primal urges? Oh Real made me seriously ponder yesterday...my body had that reaction reading his words. Then the laugh erupted from the pit o' my stomach. See, I kinda forgot I'm still a healthy man. As long as the blood flows to where it needs to go, oh yeah, it's on. To answer my own question, I'll own up and say I made a phone call last night after hours to a certain hunky Puerto Rican-Dominican man. Yeah, I made the decision to jump off the wagon. Call it a gift to myself for my birthday.

So what happened? Ah...I'm not telling. Let me play the incorrigible tease this morning. Ha! I'll say this, I've been "awake" for some time now {insert sinister laughter here}....And Real? Brotha you got my response to your comment, right? Your day is on its way. Of course I worded it differently in your e-mail...

-Ian