
Originally Posted by
WyldWyl
Being the manifesto of a young man who fills all three of the above categories. I put it here because I intended it to be a discussion starter and I thought it would see more traffic here. If a mod thinks it needs to be moved back to non-erotic prose, then they should feel free. Anyway, enjoy.
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Yes, I am queer. And yes, I am kinky. Fantasies of pain, domination, restraint, cocksucking and arse-fucking fill my mind frequently- I make no apologies for this, nor do I feel I should have to. This is simply because I refuse to listen to you.
If you tell me who to love, if you tell me how to show my love for them you don't penetrate the walls that surround me.
If you believe that government should be just small enough to fit in my bedroom, I will not hear you- because my ears are opened to the truth, and to the truth alone.
If you tell me that black is black and white is white, that male is male and female is female, that love is love and pain is pain, I won't heed you- because you are wrong.
I should not have had to build these walls. Nobody should be trying to tell me whom to love or how to love them. But as long as you do, I have to stay behind them. My sturdy walls, hung with proud banners, sheltering a place of love, and lust, and the pleasure they bring. All of it bathed in pleasant shades of grey.
If you do not wish to know the pleasure of being lost in big, bear-like arms, adrift in the pleasure of touch and sharing it with another man- your choice.
If you don't care to find the joy of hard leather stinging your back as your mouth fills with cock- your choice.
If I do- my choice, and not your business.
What the fuck should you care if I like getting fucked in the arse? I volunteered for it, I'm doing it with a consenting partner in the privacy of one of our homes, so what's it to you? You say it's damning my soul? Well then, it's my soul to damn and that's the choice I've made. I disagree, but if I'm wrong then at least I'm happy with it. I don't protest your rights to drive your smog-spewing people-mover to church, so why protest my rights to make love to people whom I love?
If the smell and leather and lube gets me hard- how does that affect you?
If the thought of two men together disgusts you- why do you think it?
If I dream of pain, domination, restraint, cocksucking and arse-fucking- why is that a problem?
It isn't. I see that. And the eyes of the rest of the world are opening to it as well. Open your eyes too, mate. And see why I stay as I am. Queer. Kinky. Proud.