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Whether we choose to talk about them in public or not, we all have sexual preferences. Fetishes and paraphilias are often grouped into the same category, but are actually quite different. What characterizes a fetish is an abnormal or excessive degree of sexual desire or gratification linked to a particular object, item of clothing, or part of the body.You can think of a fetish as a strong sexual preference. We all have them, although in the dating world, we might be more likely to call these our deal-breakers. As with all fetishes, if the sexual fixation is strong enough, the preference can develop into a paraphilia, which is when a preference becomes a necessity, or a compulsion. That being said, there are many fetishes that are so common, we actually talk about them all the time without even noticing.so do u like sadism and masochism?Do you like rough sex? Many people will shy away from the terms sadism and masochism because, lets face it, they're quite intimidating. They often inspire mental images of dungeons full of whips, chains and other types of torture equipment. But when it comes to pain related fetishes, it not as black and white as you might think. Sadism and masochism don't always mean whips and chains and safe words. It can be as simple as enjoying being spanked or playing rough. Whether you enjoy being the one doing the spanking, or being the one to receive the blow, you, my friend, might have a fetish for pain. (For more on spanking, see Your Hand, My Ass: Erotic Spanking for Beginners.)or do u like Exhibitionism?It's likely that you or someone you know has gotten busy in a semi-public environment. Whether it was a movie theater, public park, or parking lot, the thing all these places have in common is that there is a high chance that any random person could come strolling around the corner and catch a glimpse of you and your partner being intimate in the opposite of an intimate environment. Does the feeling that you might get caught getting down in an elevator really turn you on? This is a form of non-threatening exhibitionism. Most of these types of fetishists enjoy the rush that goes along with doing something private in public, or the possibility of being caught, although they may not necessarily want to be caught. This fetish is all about getting off on taking risks.I will tell you abaut some fetishis in my next blog.Kisss you guys

Last week, a friend who lives in Georgia posted to Facebook that school had started back up in her town. Guys were putting on new backpacks, carefully pressed dresses, and clean shirts to climb on the bus and return to the classroom. Homework, recess, and math drills had replaced days at the beach, swim lessons, and more making in the backyard.In the Northeast, where I live, school doesn't start until September, but my friends comment had my heart pounding and my fingers clicking over to our online family calendar. How many days did my guy have until school started?I carried that breast milk home in a cooler, always triple-checking I hadn't forgotten it behind when I left at the end of the workday. I kept a close watch on the amount of milk stored in our freezer, and I packed their bottles each evening, carefully filling them more and more as my babies grew.I had nightmares about bringing bottles without nipples to daycare or of leaving the bottles somewhere, never to be found -- my subconscious expressing the sadness I felt about not being with them. The demands of working motherhood offered no other choice, however.Occasionally, I do let them buy lunch. We review the menu together, selecting two to three days each month when the meal sounds reasonably healthy to me and "cool" to them. They walk off to school with lighter backpacks, lunchboxes left behind on the kitchen counter.

There is probably no other three-letter word in the English language that simultaneously conjures up both excitement and anxiety in gay men. S-E-X, three letters combined that spell out pleasure, lust, love, passion, yearning and often, confusion. So what is the one thing that you can do to improve your sex life and to eliminate the confusion? I will share that with you in a moment, but first let me discuss my sexual education.When I first learnt about the mechanics of gay sex at the age of fourteen I was completely mortified. Mortification led to confusion and confusion led to fear. I had so many questions and concerns but nobody to talk to. When parents sit down with their guys to give them the talk, it rarely covers topics such as anal sex, douching and blowjobs. Sexual education for gay teens at school is no better. So how then are meant to learn how to have gay sex?My straight male friends learnt about sex from their older brothers and from each other. They would compare notes, share tips and boast about their experiences. Not having any gay friends growing up meant that when it came to my first time I did
int have a cache of stories from which to inspire tricks and tips. It was completely unchartered waters. While I had had sex with girls before, the differing anatomy meant that my sex skills (and a use the term "skills" loosely) were non-transferable. I compare it to playing tennis and then attempting to play golf. Although both sports involve balls and swinging, the techniques employed are different. Just because you can get a little ball in a hole in one sport doesn't mean that you will be able to serve an ace in another.

I heard from a friend recently who told me about a recent conversation with a young friend over dinner. Seems the young man had recently split with a boyfriend after finding out that his man had been sleeping around.The conversation turned to gay men and sex. Why is it so hard to find a gay man who is interested in monogamy?My friend told me he was stumped and found the questions a bit haunting. What is it about gay men and sex? Are all gay men promiscuous? We may wince at the word "promiscuity," but research and personal experience both indicate that gay men have more sexual partners than heterosexual men. It's reasonable to question why that might be, and to think about the costs and benefits of our sexual choices.Sex is important to gay men. In addition to the obvious reason - sex is highly pleasurable - until recently sex between men was illegal, disapproved of and marginalized in most parts of our country. And gay male culture tends to be both sexy and sexualized. Ellen DeGeneres tells a joke about looking in the gay yellow pages when she first came out and remarking, "Wow! Look at the abs on that mortician!Gay men have always had long-term, committed and monogamous relationships, of course. That's quite an accomplishment when you consider all the obstacles placed in the way of such relationships' success: lack of legal recognition, frequent lack of family support, etc. But gay men don't always assume that sexuality can only be healthy in the context of a committed relationship. (Contrast this with the situation of heterosexuals, where sex is supposed to be only within marriage, yet sex outside of marriage isn't at all uncommon.

I have a little secret past-time which is giving me a large amount of pleasure at the moment. I always do it all alone, at least two times a day, and completely silently. It only takes up the use of one hand at any one time and there is absolutely no need to have the lights on. Calm down. I know what you're thinking. I realise writing about a secret on a blog is completely contradictory but I feel telling you about my Pinterest board will now put my worrying obsession with pink suits into some sort of context for you. I love Pinterest. I set up an account there a while back so I could build up pictures of my very own fantasy wedding. My account is imaginatively called, itsmyhusbandandme, and I've already "pinned" lots of pictures in there. For those of you who don't have a Pinterest account, or are not familiar with the concept, you get to search the web for hours on end for pictures of anything which specifically interests you and then "pin" them into your own personal album. As you can imagine there is already an indecent number of photographs of men in pink and an inordinate amount of cake layering going on in mine right now.Though, you'll be relieved to hear that as of yet, still no macaroons. If my friend ever accessed my album it would make him horribly nauseous. Let's keep it between us for now. Even when I was growing up and other boys my age were constructing complicated bits of working machinery with Lego or learning how to karate chop a small piece of balsa wood with their bare hand, I was busy pondering the benefits of colour co-ordinating my bedroom with shag pile and a Mexican throw. I could often be found happily cutting up back copies of my mother's Good Housekeeping with a pair of pinking shears and then storing odd photographs in my bottom drawer.

Last night one of my friend and I had a very heated debate in bed. For a moment it got all hot and torrid between the sheets, but not what I'd call in a good sex guide sort of way. He said that I had asked him a completely loaded question about our marriage plans. As a result he wouldn't now be able to get to sleep on account of the fact that he couldn't get the horrible mental image of what I'd asked him out of his head."Please would you stop asking me such ridiculous questions about our wedding plans just before I am about to turn the bedside lamp off," he shouted, before turning the bedside lamp off with a flourish.We lay in the dark. He had his head beneath his pillow. He said that he thought I was being completely unreasonable and intentionally controversial and that if I threw open the same question to all of the readers of this blog I would get exactly the same answer that he'd already given me. He dared me to do so. That way I'd hear some sanity from totally normal people from all around the world.This may be the shortest single blog I ever post here. So to merely prove that I am right and my friend is wrong I will ask you the same question I asked him last night in bed and then without any further hesitation, deviation, or duplication I will hit the publish button.

What happened to all the twinks? I'm not referring to the beautiful, jacked-up 20 year-old boys who make their livings dancing half naked on podiums and posing in their underwear. I'm referring to the skinny boys in midriffs, covered in glitter who weren't afraid to express their femininity. Ever since bigger became better and masculinity in the gay community became the norm for what is considered attractive, the image of the effeminate young gay guy who likes show tunes and tight fitting clothing has disappeared from public view. In his place are perfectly sculptured bodies of bros who dress like dudes who try to pass as jocks. With the onslaught of regularly updated images of 'masc' gay guys that fill our feeds and our minds and our fantasies, we have subconsciously been persuaded to value masculinity as desirable in a mate. As such, the colourful assortment of gay men that used to make up the spectrum of homosexuality has dwindled down to just a few archetypes that now form the basis of our aspirations.The twink of yesteryear has suffered the most in the age of masculinity. Unable to grow a beard or chest hair to keep up with changing tastes, his only option is to join a gym and exercise his femininity away. Turning his back on his nature and often mocking the person he once was, the 2015 twink strives to look like the cover model of a gay magazine or a YouTube star from a homoerotic underwear advertisement. He need to turn to athletic enhancers to increase his size because his naturally skinny frame won't develop as quickly as he would like. Striving for impossible perfection and acceptance, he looks to social media to parade his gains and show the world how far he has come from a girly boy to a man brimming with alluring bravado.