PrEP by Walter Moore

PrEP stands for “Pre-exposure Prophylaxis” and is a measure that has recently been approved for HIV- individuals to take, that are at a high risk of contracting HIV, to lower the risk of them contracting HIV. Whether it is from being very sexually active or for those who are negative and in a relationship with someone who is positive. 

I bring up PrEP (which the medication given is Truvada) because, although I am not at this current time in a relationship with an HIV+ guy, I am in love with an HIV+ guy. He is in love with me too. 

We are not officially together, because I believe we are both afraid that the other won’t be around a year from now. Taking the step to get on this medication is my way of showing him that I am dedicated. I want to be around here a year from now… even 10 years from now. 

As a gay man, I think the idea of having a medication that can lower the risk of catching HIV is amazing! As a gay man, I love the fact that there have been so many advances in medicine that can extend the lives of HIV+ individuals to normal a length. 

I am negative. I get tested every 3 months and recommend everyone do so! Especially those who deal with sex addiction, as I do. Let’s get serious for a moment, okay? Being that we are gay MEN, are we not horny a lot, if not all of the time. It’s time we accept the fact that we are all horny too much for our own good. 

I mean I am 24 and my numbers are in the 100’s! There are many reasons as to why I have had sex with some many different guys, but you can read about that another time. 

I’m sure a lot of you are reading this thinking, “Damn ‘in the 100’s’? You’re a whore!” And you’re right, partially. But now I’m not, I have dealt with my demons and bottles that have caused me to think I need to have sex a lot to feel wanted. 

Since you’re probably reading this and thinking negatively about me, I am writing this and thinking are you able to judge me? Are you perfect? Have you had sex with one person and only that one person? Have you only had sex with your boyfriends? If that’s so, answer this question for yourself, have you had many boyfriends? And how many people have they had sex with? Once you think of it like that, it gets somewhat scary doesn’t it?

That is why I think Truvada for negative people is an AMAZING idea! Now it’s not 100% a guarantee to keep you from becoming positive. That’s because nothing in the medical field (which I work in) is 100% every time. Every medication works and affects each person differently.

However, isn't it worth a try? I’m sure at least one of you is like me, in love with someone who is positive while you’re negative or vice versa. I think this drug is worth it, so should you. 

If you want to look into it, the CDC has lots of information about it, but a couple of specific links you can check out our:

http://myprepexperience.blogspot.com

http://www.projectinform.org/prep

You can also check out my blog at http://realmidwestgay.blogspot.com to see how my experience with it goes when I get started. 

Thanks for reading everyone! Have a great day, a blessed holidays, be safe, and don’t forget to tell your loved ones you love them every day!

Written by ~Walter Moore

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Pride and... Prejudice? By J

Now that Pride season is fully upon us, we are free to celebrate who we are, with pride of course. I'm excited for the festivities and yes, the all night parties, but a large part of me feels like there's been something lost.

I've never been able to shake the feeling that we don't really show individuality anymore. Yes, abiding trends are a must to avoid becoming a social pariah, but must it come down to a set formula of the exact same half-shaven heads, bright shorts, and boat shoes? Even passed simple fashion, does every young gay man have to have an app on his phone to alert him of the nearest gay man with the same app on his phone?

I understand that we live and love in a sexual world and now a technological one, but even those in "exclusive relationships" have these apps, just to keep up appearances, and this is especially alarming in older generations of gay men who seem to be following their younger counterparts. If any of my descriptions previously described you, I in no way meant offense or malice, no one wants to be the outcast and these are the trends. I just wonder if we haven't lost what it is that makes us proud at Pride to begin with? Perhaps I am being too cynical, but are we merely just emulating the gay stereotype portrayed in the media these days? This is a question that I feel has no definitive answer, but I do think about.

Our individuality and our ability to express ourselves, living how we want with who we want and having it become integrated with society. We've made leaps and bounds in the last few years with gay rights. Hell, we can get married now. We can hold hands in PUBLIC without people bringing out the pitchforks. 

There will never be the same acceptance everywhere, not everyone accepts certain lifestyles and there will be naysayers but at least there's progress. So this upcoming Pride week I implore, I beg, I plead, don't be just another cliché following trends, be you, be spectacular, be stupendous, and most importantly be proud of who you are.

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~J

Nature Vs Nurture? By Drew

It's the time old argument, Nature Vs. Nurture…. are we born this way, as Lady Gaga loudly sings, or are we born straight and experiences turn us gay? Having lied to myself for many years about who and what I was attracted to, I have often asked myself if I had a choice, if it is a phase, if therapy could help me overcome this attraction…… Recently I have thought of a hypothesis that could possibly incorporate sexuality as nature, nurture, and both a combination of the two.

So, as everyone learned from Mrs. Frizzle and the Magic School Bus, our DNA or genes (mine American Eagle 32x32) dictate pretty much every biological thing about us, from eye and hair color to nearsightedness, even if you can curl your tongue. It makes sense then to believe that they also dictate our sexuality. If they didn't then how could we have survived as a species?

The biological need to reproduce is a primary characteristic of all life; even single celled organisms reproduce, though it is not as much fun as hopping on the good foot and doing the bad deed.

This is also where some people argue that it is unnatural to be homosexual, it doesn't result in this propagation of the species, and is a trait that, if we apply the survival of the fittest attitude of Darwin, would have been phased out within the infancy of a species. What is the purpose of life, for a basic organism, if not to reproduce? But there have been moes throughout the recorded history of man (evidence to the fact: cave-paintings featuring Nutbuster Neanderthal fisting his favorite twink, Grunter) so how can we explain this phenomenon? Is it a genetic mutation that randomly occurs in 10% of the population? Or is it something else that makes us who we are? This is where the nurture arguments arise.

A counter-opinion to the organic definition of our sexuality is that everyone is born straight but become gay through various experiences in their lives. To many moes, I know this seems ridiculous, the idea that our sexuality is a product of our up-bringing; it is as if we are to blame for the development of our mind set. And that it is therefore something for which we can go to counseling, complain about our mothers, maybe take pills or something, and be "cured" of our mental disease that is the desire to slob on another guys knob, as if we are bi-polar or depressed.

(Little fun fact, in Hitler's Reich, lesbianism was considered a curable disease, but gays were persecuted just as the Jews. Thankfully for the gays at the time, they were a bit harder to identify as whipping it out and checking for a foreskin.) But, if we are able to take a step back, for some of us that step is more like a leap back, and calm down a bit, there is something to be said about the argument. If we look at homosexuality as just a fetish, as if it were BDSM, role-play, leather, etc etc then it doesn't seem too inconceivable that our preference for sweet, hung beefcake is any different than dressing up in a nurse's outfit and playing doctor. Freud would say that our kinky boudoir preferences stem from our love for our mother and the subsequent fear our father would castrate us if he ever found out, or something relating to that nature. But really, how many of us actually ask ourselves why we like the things we do?

I personally am a bit of a masochist. Does that have anything to do with my father disciplining me with a belt? Maybe, I don't know. Why is orange my favorite color? Is it because I am balanced and tempered? (If you knew me personally you would be lawling right now) But the problem with this whole nurture argument is the inability to account for all the possible scenarios or even the common scenarios that every moe has had and that every straight hasn't had. Take for example two male twins, where one is gay… if they haven't had as close to the same life then I don't know what has. So is it possible for a third option, maybe a mix of the two?

For me personally, the two possible "causes", if you will, of homosexuality to do not satisfy rationality, they both have flaws in their arguments and some logical possibilities. Maybe they are both possible and maybe there is an opportunity that they are not mutually exclusive. Could it be that a person is born without a defined sexuality and their genetic material allows for environmental stimuli to mold the individual's sexuality? (This differs slightly from the above argument that we are straight when born and become gay, or choose to be gay). The basis of this idea is a theory I learned while studying linguistics called Universal Grammar and postulates first language acquisition.

Noam Chomsky developed this theory that basically says we, as human beings, are genetically designed and capable to learn any language as our first language. He depicts it as a giant switchboard of un-switched switches. (Say that 10 times fast). While we are growing up and exposed to language, these switches are switched depending on the various aspects of the language, and we become native speakers of such language. So, if we apply a similar theory for sexuality (and not just homo V. hetero but everything under the sun from BDSM, asexual, schadenfreude, bisexual, drag queens….the list goes on and on and on…) where we are born into this world as cute, innocent, nonsexual-deviants and as we slowly, progressively grow older and experience the world, and it's horrible people, our sexual identity grows and develops along with it. For example: maybe events in my adolescences can explain why I prefer fair eyed, fair haired, in-shape, masculine guys who are willing to properly nibble on my collar. But I guess I would need a session with Dr. Freud to properly identify which experience caused which preference in my sexuality. That would probably take a life time….

But in the end, none of it really matters. Yes, it is definitely something cool to think about, theorize, and argue (in good fun) about, but really it does not matter. Regardless of the stance or theory you prescribe to, the end result is the same; whatever a person's sexuality is out of the control for that person and irreversible. If we are born gay then, we are just as natural as a four-leaf clover. If every human is born straight and through various circumstances we very cool, select few become gay, then that's a fact of life, and such with life, you must work with what you are given. And say we are born a clean slate and our sexuality develops alongside our ability to understand and function in the world around us then our sexual desires are as mundane as our favorite color.

Written By ~Drew

Another post written by Drew:
DADT

Takeover or Overtaken By Bobby Bunny

 Once a month in my area the gay community holds an event called, “The Takeover.” The premise being that our area holds a substantial amount of people who belong to the LGBT community, and so we want to show local restaurants and businesses that it would be beneficial for them to be as LGBT friendly as they can be. Most of the takeovers do occur in a restaurant, lounge or bar, but on the holidays, specifically Easter and Christmas, they occur in a very trendy hair salon in a very trendy section of our area.

 

 I’ve been attending these events for years now and for the first couple years it was a lot of fun, especially the holiday events. The decorations are gorgeous and the music is great. Many people who never approach the gay scene any other time of year come out to join the festivities and catch up with friends. I used to look forward to such events for weeks. Getting a nice outfit (not that we gay men need an excuse for that), paying extra attention doing my hair, just trying to look my best before heading out to these parties. For the most part, the parties were always a fun time and I was glad I went.  This year however, while attending the Christmas Takeover, I started realizing that although everything looked the same from my initial time going years ago, the feeling was very different. It didn’t happen all at once; this invisible transformation occurred over a few years, and was so subtle that I didn’t realize what had happened until it was too late. I arrived at the party this year and there were name tags there for you to wear if you wanted. They read “I’m Naughty” or “I’m Nice”. I made myself a name tag, as well as Haley who came up and stayed with me for the night to attend the Takeover party with me. When I walked over to her and gave her the name tag I made for her I said “Wouldn’t it be easier to just have them all say “jackass”” then we both had a little chuckle. That was my first sign that the transformation had concretely occurred.

 
As we started walking deeper into the room, I began looking around at all the guests. I saw friends, I saw acquaintances, I saw some new faces, but I also saw many guys who I genuinely disliked. They were evenly dispersed throughout the room in small pockets where they congregated. In my mind I noted all these pockets as what I liked to call “red zones”, basically meaning that I should avoid these areas at all costs. There were so many red zones that it was hard to even navigate the room casually. There was second hint of the night.  The men that made up these zones were all people who either, rejected, hurt, or literally won’t acknowledge me for one reason or another. I say one reason or another because I honestly have no idea what the reasons are or what I did to them to make them treat me that way. I may have a sharp tongue at times (only after I have a reason), but I am a very nice person. I try to be nice to everyone and in my everyday life, away from the gay community, I am very well liked. I feel great about myself and where I am in life, I have a good career in child welfare and just bought a house at 25 years old and I feel genuinely accepted by people. But now, here at this party that entire view of myself is flipped upside down. What’s worse is that its turning me bitter and I don’t want to be that way. I feel myself slipping more and more into that self-defensive role where anger is my force field instead of feeling sad and hurt when I am around these people.

  

Jason and I were talking at one point in the night and he asked if I was having a good time. I just took a moment and answered “not really”. I started discussing with him what the point even was coming here anymore. I used to have hope about coming here and making new friends or even potentially meeting a nice guy but it seems like now there are so many people who I have bad history with. Even when I did see a completely new guy who looked so nice and definitely my type he landed smack dab in the middle of a red zone. Once I saw that, I dropped the notion of even trying to talk to him. It’s discouraging and sad. It was then I realized what the change was. The Takeover events hadn’t changed, I had. After years of being treated like I wasn’t on the same level as so many of these men, I started believing it myself. It was as if my spirit had finally been broken, which is why I already felt defeated before even trying to engage the guy I had thought was cute.

So now I suppose the question is “Am I attending Takeovers or am I being overtaken by feelings I really don’t want to harbor?” I haven’t decided yet, while writing this post, if I will be taking a break from these events or not. I do love to see my friends and get to hangout with them with a drink in our hands and fun music playing in the background, but the people I enjoy seeing I can see or talk to whenever I want. There is nothing special about these events that allow me to see them only at that time. Maybe a break will do me good, maybe it won’t change anything. The only thing I really know is that I am not ready to surrender myself to these angry and bitter emotions. I am going to hold onto my values and try to take back some control over my emotions when I am around those people. After all, no one should be able to make you feel like less of a person, that choice is one that is entirely your own. Maybe that will be my New Year’s resolution.
   
Written by: Bobby Bunny

DADT By Drew

I guess I am not your average gay guy. Few people know that I suck dick, and I like it that way. I tell my friends, who know about me, and the guys I meet from Grindr and Jack'd that I don't consider myself "gay." I see myself as a brother, a son, an uncle, and a soldier first. Sexuality to me is something that stays in the bedroom and the occasional motel room. I do not own a rainbow flag, well a rainbow anything. I don't strut around public in my underwear and the sexiest pair of underwear I own is spandex that the Army issued me. The reason I am stating all this up front is so you, the reader, can have the grain of salt while reading what I have to say about DADT.

In 2009 I enlisted in the U.S. Navy and attended basic training at RTC Great Lakes, IL. It was probably one of the most influential life changing events in my life. I learned a lot about myself and what it means to be a service member. Now at the time I was in big denial with myself about my sexuality, which looking back is outrageous that I could lie to myself like I did. In high school I never had to shower after gym class and the sports I played didn't really do the locker room thing like football, baseball etc. So this was the first exposure I had to showers en mass with peers. (I never lived in dorms at college) So this was an actual fear of mine before being in the situation. I was afraid of sporting some wood while in the showers with a bunch of my shipmates. Thankfully though, whether it was the salt-peter in the eggs, the physical exhaustion from training, or the fear of retribution of being a homo by my peers and subsequent dis-honorable discharge from the Navy I was able to keep flaccid. Mind you there were a few guys who to this day I wish I could spend a little one on one time with in the showers.

I was able to keep a low profile. But my RDC (recruit division commander), a drill sergeant/ instructor navy equivalent, was not so capable of hiding some of his tells. Now I can't 100% say for sure that my Petty Officer is gay, but I like to think that I am pretty good at spotting a gay guy, and when a few of my shipmates shared the same suspicions I was pretty convinced. It never became an issue with anyone in the division. We all respected him for his guidance, knowledge, and his actions as one of the best RDCs at RTC Great Lakes. He was always looking out for us and trying his best to give us the best training he could provide. There was one or two others who I had my suspicions and I am sure some of the guys had their suspicions of me too, but no one ever addressed it or tried to out someone. And no one got hurt about the gay references the RDCs would use when "motivating" us. I know I didn't give a damn; gay jokes are hilarious.

Now for erroneous circumstances and bullshit reasons, I was medically separated from the Navy. It took a little over a year and a lot of bureaucratic red tape for me to re-enlist in the Army. I wanted to serve, and no doctor was going to prevent that. So I get to Army basic training at Fort Jackson, South Carolina in June 2011 and it is hotter than summer in hell all day everyday. Again I was able to keep soft being around sexy soldiers, and not portray any tells that might bring unwanted attention to myself. 

(That prior spring I finally faced the facts and admitted to myself to being gay, and even was able to indulge in a few acts with a few guys before graduating from college.) So being able to hide something from other people that I was no longer hiding from myself seemed like it might be difficult, and I was questioning every word choice and hand movement. I got through without any issues again, but now this time I had to go AIT (advanced individual training) for 22 weeks.

AIT was dorm style living, two soldiers to a room with a bathroom and mini fridge. It is the closest experience I had to living in a dorm. Only at AIT we had bedchecks, formations, fireguard, and CQ duty to perform. Over the course of the 22 weeks we gradually earned privileges that we had not had during basic. One of these privileges was overnight passes, which I took advantage of at every opportunity, a few times with another male soldier. Now, it should be explained that while at AIT one doesn't worry about pissing off a drill sergeant and getting "smoked" (slang term for corrective punishment, i.e. intense PT) and therefore one is able to notice the world around oneself a little better. So eventually, during the first half of AIT some people started to have some suspicions about my sexuality, which I played off. It was during my time at AIT when 20 September, the day DADT was repealed, came. Leading up to that day, everyone thought the sky was going to fall and soldiers would start walking around in skin-tight, cut-off shorts and rainbow flags being hoisted under the American flag during morning colors; honestly, it was ridiculous.

But the day came, people made side jokes, like "Hey, Smith you can come out of the closet now, everyone knows already" and to the shock of all the NCOs (non-commissioned officers) nothing changed. The sun still rose in the east and set in the west, and soldiers were still hooking-up in the barracks. Yes I was one of them, which was easier than what the straight soldiers had to go through to sneak a male into a female's room or vice versa.

One thing did change though, the attitudes of the soldiers. Before 20 September, it was unacceptable to accuse a soldier, a sailor, an airman, a marine of being a homosexual unless you had something out for him/her. No one really cared, unless they were being hit on in the showers, which I never understood would be a situation homophobes think would happen; as if it is every gay man's dream to try and pick-up a straight guy in the barracks showers. (Well maybe the "straight" soldier hitting on me in the showers is a dream of mine, but that's beside the point) One day after 20 September, I was standing in the DFAC (dining facility) trying to get some hot water for tea, when this douche of a guy had to tenacity to come up, and while pouring himself a cup of coffee, casually ask me if I was gay, as if the topic he was talking about was the weather. I was shocked; I still am dumbfounded when I think of the whole scenario. I scoffed and denied the accusation and walked off. Looking back I wish I had handled the situation differently, but hindsight is 20/20.

Now you may be saying to yourself that I am uncomfortable with my sexuality and am still in the closet, and you would be correct for the most part. But you should also understand that I have personally witnessed how an out-of-the-closet soldier is treated by his peers and superiors, and trust me when I tell you it is not an easy life. Granted this soldier was very effeminate and he did not need to be out of the closet for anyone to assume he enjoyed dropping the soap in the showers, so to say.

But being out, open, and obvious only brings unwanted attention and distracts from the wanted attention. Yeah it is great that there are LGBT supporters out there fighting for the community's equality; I am definitely not trying to offend them or the cause that they passionately fight for. I just think the community needs to be aware that it is not conducive to the military to have sexuality be an acceptable topic of conversation. As a soldier all I care about is that the guy next to me knows that I am there for him if needed and that he is there for me if needed. The fight to have DADT repealed seems unimportant in contrast to the other issues that face gay, lesbian, and even straight service members on top of worry about deployments, pay, getting shot at by Haji, and IEDs.

The UCMJ (universal code of military justice) is a set of legal principles that applies to all military personnel regardless of branch or rank. Article 125 prohibits sodomy, yes sodomy, and "penetration , however slight, is sufficient to complete the offense." So although it is permitted to be an out homosexual, we still aren't allowed to perform sexual acts unless it is vaginal and not someone else's wife, because that would be another UCMJ offense (article 134, the catch all article). A Petty Officer told me about a UCMJ class he was giving to a bunch of recruits. He explained article 125 to the class, and a female recruit asked "So you mean to tell me, Petty Officer, I can't give my boyfriend a blowjob? I like giving him blowjobs." After pulling his jaw off the floor, the PO explained to the class that as long as the acts stay behind the bedroom door and doesn't involve someone in your chain of command that no one will care about what kind of crazy, kinky sexual acts we indulge in. He continued to say that it becomes an issue when we start bringing it up in inappropriate situations. So whether you're gay or straight the military is still asking us to live in the closet when it comes to our blowjobs, anal penetration, bestiality, adultery…… sex period shouldn't be an acceptable work conversation in the military and civilian realms alike.

Written by ~Drew

The Vigilante By Kevin Matthews

There was a time when I would sit at the bar talking to my friends, only I was really the only one paying attention to the conversation I was having… with myself. What could they possibly have been more interested in? I mean they obviously weren't interested in the massive dump I took two hours earlier, which I was really proud of by the way; instead they were too invested in their fancy iPhones. I have yet to be included in this new technological world, so I just sat and gazed while they talked about all the men that were on an app called Grindr. "A cell phone app you can see how far gay guys are away from you?" I asked myself. While I did think this was creepy I naturally had to go out and buy an iPhone too just so I could see what all the fuss was about. I really did want a smart phone though, not just for these fun gay apps that you can download! At least, that's what I told myself. And just like that I was sucked into the menacing world of Grindr.

I will admit; it was fun at first. The compliments were what made me keep clicking on that stupid little Jason Voorhees looking button. *Oh and side note, What the FUCK is up with the logo anyway? It looks like an app that helps you find the nearest homicidal maniacs for you to be dismembered by and thrown in a dumpster behind Dunkin' Donuts.* But along with every compliment came the guy behind that sweet little remark, and that guy was normally A PIG. They thought that you would throw some kind words back and forth and by the fourth question came the sex talk. "So u wanna hook up sometime?" "Do you have any other pics?"(And they weren't looking for pics with your favorite little niece eating fuckin' Hot Tamales and playing Apples to Apples) and my favorite question "So are you a bottom or top?" because naturally that's all these guys cared about. Most of the time I wanted to message back, "I'll let you fuck me if I get to shit all over your chest after" but I was too scared of the answers I would get back. I started using this app for something too, not for sex, not for casual conversation, but to get my anger out on guys the best I could, by being an insulting ruthless bitch. This was when the Grindr Vigilante was born! Normally any guy that made a disgusting comment wouldn't get ignored or blocked, oh no that would be too easy. I would tear them apart the best I could. It was harder to tear down the attractive people but I got under their skin. And the little ugly sluts that messaged me, oh now that was fun and easy! There were the fucking pussies that blocked me right away which was lame; I wanted some entertaining comments back, and the other guys who would message back and their response would be "Fuck off!" Nevertheless, it was very stress relieving, and fun!

I may sound like a complete bitch, but I'm not. I'm sick of the lack of respect people have for others and the fact that these young gay guys feel like they have to parade themselves around like sluts and whores to fit in with the community. In my opinion I think the age limit for these types of apps should be at least 21. There is no reason an 18 year old boy should be on these types of things especially when all that's gonna happen is them getting objectified by sleazy old men who just want to get as close to being a pedophile and still having it be legal. I'm sure Sandusky made sure he set his filter to an age limit of 18 and body weight of under 120 lbs.

So let's just say I haven't been happy with what these apps, like Grindr and Jack'd, have done for me in the past two years. It's great for guys that are just looking for a hook up but pretty shitty for the very few gay guys that want commitment or at least a half decent relationship where your boyfriend isn't gonna fuck around behind your back. Hell, I can count on one hand the dates I went out on through these apps too. They were guys I thought were actually pretty decent but of course, one was really a slut, the other had a total of three teeth, and the most recent one who I actually seemed to like just wanted to be friends. So I'm finished with these bullshit apps and decided to get rid of them. They left a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach lately; usually it's just gas but not this time! I was beginning to feel like there were no good ones left, the committed types were already taken and all that was left were the skanks and young ones that have been getting conditioned to follow in the footsteps of the aforementioned whores.

In the last year or so I have been automatically programming myself to think that every guy I met was another asshole and if they turned out to actually be nice it was a pleasant surprise. Maybe by getting rid of these apps it will make me see some of the guys in decent light for once and who knows maybe I'll actually meet a nice guy, not holding my breath on that one though. I did go on two dates last week, and I never do that!! One was from Jack'd of course, but in one of his recent texts he called me his "buddy", so that was a bust to say the least. The 2nd guy was a friend through a new co-worker of mine, he was nice but I don't see it going anywhere. BUT it made me realize that I don't need those apps to find a date, sure they may not come up as often as they would if I had a Grindr account but I'm patient, I can wait for another one especially if it just so happens to be the guy I've been looking for.

Written by Kevin Matthews

Ménage à trois Misconception By Kyle Higgins

A conversation with some people really close to me has led me to this realization. I presume most people have heard the term "ménage à trois" but I also presume that most people have the wrong definition of what it is. It would seem that the majority of people believe that a ménage à trois is just a fancy way to say a threesome. This is actually quite wrong and I am happy to clear it up.

While threesomes do play a major part of the ménage à trois, it is far more intense than that. A ménage à trois is an exclusive relationship between three people. The ménage à trois pretty much follows the exact same rules of a normal relationship except it is three people all dating each other and only each other. To date or sleep with someone else outside of the three would be considered cheating. The ménage à trois involves all three doing activities together both in and out of the bedroom. Dates, restaurants, going to the park and yes, threesomes. It also involves any two people doing stuff together without the third as long as the third knows about it. And that involves sex too.

The most common form would seem to be two women and one man or two men and one woman but all male and all female ones do exist too. The point of a ménage à trois is love. Three people completely in love with each other. I have never been in one but I think it would be an unreal experience. I can't imagine loving two men with such intensity and have the two of them love me. I'm not saying it's better than the traditional relationship and I'm not saying it's worse. It is simply just a matter of preference and what works for the individuals involved.

~Written by
Kyle Higgins

How to Lose 10 Pounds in 10 Days By Bobby Bunny

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Hey guys, you all know me from the Queer Dirty Laundry Blog as Bobby Bunny. I wanted to write a guest post about my experience of going on a juice fast for 10 days. A few months ago I saw a documentary about a man from Australia who was very over weight and has some autoimmune disorders that made him have to take steroids daily to cope with his illness. He was so tired of feeling the way he did and taking these pills on a daily basis he had a radical idea; he thought that he would give his body a chance to heal itself without medical intervention by just supplying himself with an abundance of vitamins and nutrients nature intended all of us to have from all kinds of fruits and vegetables. So he decided to go on a 2 month juice fast. Yes let me say that again a 2 MONTH JUICE FAST! Sounds a little extreme for the average person, right? Well let's remember he wasn't average; he needed a huge health makeover or a "detox". Watching his transformation along the way in the documentary was so inspiring I decided to do my own version of a juice fast. If you want to check out the documentary it's called "Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead."
​I don't consider myself over weight, but let's just say I wouldn't be upset if I lost a few pounds. I bought a good quality juicer, and decided to go on a 10 day juice fast. Meaning that for 10 days I would ingest nothing but juice from raw fruits and vegetables I bought from the produce department ("baby batter" doesn't count, because yes, some guy on Grindr asked the question). I was intrigued with the idea of weight loss (of course) but even if that wasn't a side effect I think I still would have done it for the overall health benefits of it!

The theory goes like this, (and after living it I can say it's not just a theory it's a fact) when on a juice fast you are supplying your body with amazing nutrients that are absorbed immediately into the body and your body doesn't have to do any work to digest them. Since your body isn't spending any energy on digesting all the food (healthy and processed) that we eat all day long it gets to put the digestive track to sleep and use all the excess energy in places that may have been over looked previously because we don't have an unlimited amount of energy to work with in terms of healing ourselves. Our body then uses that energy to clean up, heal and rejuvenate our bodies from head to toe. ​I won't lie; juicing can be time consuming and somewhat expensive. You have to go to the store at least once every three days to get fresh fruits and veggies. You must clean them, juice them and then clean the juicer. You juice 3 to 4 times a day. If you're thinking "why not just juice once and have enough for the whole day?" well let me tell you why that isn't a good idea. Once you juice, the living enzymes in the juice are now in direct contact with air and beginning to oxygenate (when apples turn brown after being cut, that's oxidation). You want to have those living enzymes in your system when as many are alive as possible. That's why it's highly recommended to drink the juice immediately. Even though its time consuming you will find you get used to the idea quickly and you aren't spending any time cooking or thinking of where you want to go to eat that night; it pretty much all equals out. I created 2 recipes of my own that I used on my fast. In the morning I made a fresh blend of 2 granny smith apples and 2 pears (delicious!) and for the other three meals I created a concoction of 2 carrots, 2 cucumbers, 2 large handfuls of spinach (sometimes replaced with kale), 4 stalks of celery, a lemon (without the rind) and a small piece of ginger root. I called this the "Green Queen."

​I began my fast with a positive attitude and motivation to do something healthy for myself. I had some doubts though because I have no will power when it comes to food (or so I thought). Day 1 went alright but day 2 hit me like a truck! The entire day I had a constant headache, I was tired, HUNGRY, and had a dull ringing in my ears. I remember thinking that I would just stop if this continued another day! When I woke up on day 3 I felt the same way, but I stuck with it. After drinking my lunch on day 3 within a half an hour it was like someone waved a magic wand! All the symptoms from day 2 just vanished! I felt great and so light on my feet. After day 3 it was pretty much smooth sailing. I was hungry but not starving, I will admit I did get bored with the same juice all the time so I would treat myself every so often with some more fruit juices (like pineapple!) just to mix it up.

​A few things I noticed while on my fast. I slept great. I was able to concentrate on work better. I felt light and as long as I didn't smell food I was very content hunger wise. I felt like I had more spare time. I went for 10 entire days without so much as a Tic Tac and never feeling bloated or guilty for bingeing. I dropped 10 lbs. in 10 days which also made me feel awesome. From what I saw on the documentary and from others who had done this on YouTube that seems to be the average amount of weight loss, meaning 1 lb. per day. Lastly (and this is going to get personal) I had the most intense orgasms ever! It was like a huge head rush! ​It's definitely a commitment and people will think you're crazy. I was called crazy, health obsessed, unhealthy, impractical and my personal favorite, while at a club after hearing I was on a detox someone I was there with said "you're an idiot" with a putrid look on his face without even bothering to ask why I was doing it or how I was going about it before judging me! People don't like what they don't understand and even with something like this that affects no one but you they still try and control the situation. I honestly urge anyone who wants a jump start into a healthier lifestyle and/or a quick boost in some weight loss to try this for 10 days. You will not regret it! I know I haven't.

If anyone has any questions about how to go about juicing, needs more details on the amount of veggies and fruit I juiced or any questions about this process in general definitely shoot me an email at bbunny2287@gmail.com. You can also follow me on twitter @BobbyBunny87. -Written by: Bobby Bunny








I am glad to see Bobby juiced something other than his cock. I wonder if all those veggies and fruits made his semen taste sweet? Hmm. Although Bobby looks fabulous, all tight in the right places and skin that is glowing as if he had an abundance of cum facials, he isn't a nutritionist or a doctor. Before starting a new nutrition plan or any diet please consult a professional. Individual results of course will vary. Everyone's body is different.

Maybe You Don't, But "I Do" By George

Gay marriage. I hear there’s a big political scuff over this, and the Republicans are practically pledging allegiance to eliminating us off the face of the Earth. It’s kinda funny, cuz former Vice President Dick Cheney’s daughter is a very out and about lesbian, and when asked his opinion after being out of the White House, he quite frankly had no problem with the idea of gays getting married.

I don’t follow any of the political stuff, because quite frankly after I listen to politicians speak (about anything), I just want to bang my head against a wall and get my passport renewed for a one-way trip to Canada (eh?). It completely baffles me why people put so much energy and money into oppressing the homosexuals.  Seriously, we just want the same rights as the breeders. Their lives won’t be inconvenienced any because we get married. In fact, their lives are being inconvenienced even more by them making a stink about it.  Give us what we want, and we’ll leave you alone, it’s that simple.  Let us get married, and you can go back to fucking the maid, everybody wins!!

The thing that really works my last nerve is these people who rattle off the Bible verses like it’s the alphabet. Blah blah blah man shall not lay with man blah blah blah.  Whatever happened to “love thy neighbor as thyself?” They just like to observe certain excerpts. I’m sure we could pull out a few excerpts that pertain to the breeders and the things that they shouldn’t do: pre-marital sex, cheating on one’s spouse, child abuse, making illegitimate babies, and so on and so forth. Bob Barker should give all the homos a new car for helping control the population, well….minus the few lesbians out there that decide to make babies. And since when, all of a sudden, is the Bible the way we run government? Don’t we base that on the Constitution? At least that’s what I learned in school. You love the Lord? Great! Some of us don’t, or not to the extent that you do or to the point that we exploit it and make it a key focus in our political campaign.

I certainly don’t believe that the entire country sides the same way as the politicians. Granted, there are some demographics that are a bit, how should I say, lop-sided leaning towards the “we hate gays” side.  It’s the 1% of the richest people in this nation that make all the decisions; it shouldn’t be whatever percentage it is that the gays can’t get married. I’m not partnered up or anything, but one day I would like to be, and would like to be able to see my partner in the hospital if he’s on his deathbed. Just imagine if the breeders were denied to see their life partner, just once, taking all the biblical and political and everything else that contributes, out of the equation. Just once be disallowed to see the one you sleep in the same bed with, just because somebody else says it shouldn’t be allowed. Bottom line: put the shoe on the other foot, and see how quickly one might change their mind for us gays who just want to be accepted in the rest of society.

~Written by: George