JAMES’ JOURNAL (Entry 36)

Blog_James' JournalMay 1

So, this Bruce Jenner transformation ish has helped me to delve into the minds of the people I call homophobes, and that of my family, as I find myself staring in the face of rejection.

When I found out some of her kids kept silent on the issue or showed some displeasure, I realised I’d find it a hard pill to swallow if my mum or dad or brothers decided to become Trans. I asked myself why? Why should I find it hard to accept them when I wish they’d find it easier to accept me? I sort of realised my family members changing would also change a whole lot of “truths” I’d held in my mind as to what my family is.

And there was the answer – Change. It’s constant but it can be a hard thing to accept. I however would like to reason that my love for them, my being in their shoes sort of would help me overcome that fear of change and help in accepting them.

I still don’t understand Transgenders and their struggle, but some things are similar, so instead of letting the differences divide us, let’s let the similarities in our struggles unite us. Continue reading

That Piece About The Difference Between Fucking, Sex And Making Love

difference-between-making-love-and-sex-gay-guysOriginally published on gayguys.com

I’ve had all kinds of sex, honey – some at my prime, others not so much. What I’ve realized, now that I’m at an age to look back, is that most of what I call “bad sex” happened in my early-twenties when I was still trying to figure it out. Thank God the time has passed and I can share what I’ve learned.

What is the difference between fucking, sex, and making love? We all have our own interpretations of it – I’m sure even after I give my opinion on the topic, you will have an opposing one. To me, sex is more than just about penetration. Sometimes it doesn’t even have to involve it. What matters most to me is the intention behind – that in itself sets the meaning of the word. Continue reading

TEENAGE POEMS: THE LOVEMAKING

FOREWORD: I came into my sexuality at a young age. I accepted it before I had grown out of my teenage years. And as with every turbulence I have undergone in my life, I took refuge in my writing. At that age, I wrote poetry. Lots of poetry. And so, I wrote quite a bunch of gay-themed poetry. Recently, I was going through some old books and I happened on these poems, and I decided to share some of them, one at a time. Be kind in your comments o, a horny fifteen-year-old boy wrote them (lol). Here’s the first:

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feet_1579103cThey were naked, the glint of the outside lights reflected in their eyes

The slender, well-muscled man gently moved

To enter his golden-skinned lover from the rear

They looked like two magnificent beasts

Joined in the half-light, forming a new synthesis of being

The younger man moaned, quivering and jerking

Endearing whimpers formed into a lament from deep in the subconscious

A lament that these two could never mate

In any but this animal, carnal way Continue reading