el libro de sexo

el libro de sexo
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Michael: What are we going to do? I mean, talking about girls, women. I wouldn't know the first thing. I've never even slept with one.
Ben: I have, once or twice.
Michael: Really?
Ben: Mm-hm.
Michael: How was it?
Ben: It was all right. Got a hard-on and everything and I suppose I performed adequately. At least no one complained. But I also remember thinking - Why are guys so obsessed with this? What's the big deal?
Michael: I guess that was the first clue.
Ben: That and liking to wear my mom's dresses. --- Just kidding. (Queer as Folk 411)

Okay, so the subject of sex is always up for discussion when I am at the table. I feel like Babs, we should talk about sex. However, there is one thing that I don't like to talk about.

My number.

I feel that your number is a sacred thing. Something that is yours to know, reference, and remember. Tonight sitting around a table of a few close friends they recounted their numbers.

I still hear the count down in my head...

7
7
3
2

What the hell. I realized then that just with the men I have slept with I had more than them combined. Lets not add the women.

Okay, wow, I know I experimented in college just like everyone else. It was a phase, I grew out of it. Now I am a normal homosexual male, just like everyone else. la la la...

This got me thinking of mi libro de sexo, and the pages that have been filled...

Page 1

The center of the football team the summer between 7th and 8th grade. This is when I first realized how much I liked boys.

Page 4

My boyfriend the val a dick torian, I look back on and wish we could still be together, even if he was a bit of a dick, sorry babe, you know you where. We had the best sexual chemistry, or at least an extremely conscious awareness of the kinesthetic conversations our bodies made.

Page 17

A man in a Prague bathhouse. Young, suave, sexy, interesting and a native of the Czech Republic. An interesting choice to taste the foreign cuisine.

Last page (you thought you where going to get the final count, ha)

A New Orleans young 19 y/o man fresh to college. Very eager and interested in things I had to say. A hard worker. Not my type, but very beautiful.

I sat in my room after Margarita Monday and relived the pages from mi libro. Remembering each guy...

I have a theory about sex, okay so what's new we all do...

I believe that when 2 people give into each other, their souls connect. By their souls connecting a stream from the collective conscious runs between them. There are secrets revealed, and truths uncovered. If you listen to someone, when you are having sex with them, you begin to have a kinesthetic conversation controlled by the unconsciousness. You can hear desires, fears, needs, wants, and a million other things. Throughout the engagement of the bodies, one opens ones mind and senses to a feast of information about their partner. With one of my exes I knew the second I had sex with him why we could not be together. It was a year after the breakup we had sex. We had great sexual chemistry, but not very good communication, or at least not good enough. We knew how to talk to each other, but not how to get a point across or on the table. We had different mindsets and we weren't willing to work with the others life. In the bed we had perfect timing, but through the unconsciousness stream of conversation I realized we could only speak kinetically. That was when we truly listened. Not out loud, God forbid we listen to each other out loud, but kinetically, we had great lengthy conversations.

I don't know when I became a slut, but I know it was a desire to know about the men of whom I was attracted. I found out several pieces of information from sleeping with them. What they liked their life pattern to be like. Did they always take the same route to work, or did it very? Did they want to talk or would they stay silent? What his ex had done to him, or if he was still holding on to his ex? These were just some of the questions I could answer. Not to mention a multitude of others. Sex, became and is a way for me to read minds kinesthetically. It allows me to understand someone fully. To get into their brain. Hell, that is why I had sex in both Ireland and Prague. I wanted to experience the culture, and I did. It was a mind expanding drug. And people just think I am a slut. Well maybe, but if you married a rich man to be kept, you're a whore, remember that.

I don't know what is the big deal with the number. So I have a long resume? So what, does it matter to anyone but me, no. I am happy I had sex with almost all of the men I slept with. Some, I would throw back on the fire, but I will not regret the sex we had. It was good, all of it, some more than others, but always good. I have had a wonderful time and have been pretty safe (considering that the only true safety is abstinence). Well, to all of you who really want to know. The number is...

none of your business...