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Discovering Who I Truly Am
Hi, I'm Nate. I'm just a normal 15-year-old who does normal 15-year-old things: I watch Netflix, I eat (a lot), I sleep (a lot), and I also happen to be gay. To me, my sexuality doesn't define who I am; it is just an aspect of who I am. But anyway, that's not what today's story is. Today’s story revolves around my journey of self-discovery.
By Nate Chrisley8 years ago in Filthy
Growing Up Gay
Growing up, I always knew that I was different than the other boys in my grade. I was never into football or any sports for that matter regardless of how many I participated in, and I always preferred befriending the girls in my grade. My masculinity was always questioned especially in my middle school years when sexuality became a prominent topic and my differences started to shine through. Self-discovery is one of the hardest things someone has to go through in their college years, but being a gay teenager, that process had to come way earlier for me.
By Gage Robinson8 years ago in Filthy
Why Lesbians Watch Gay Porn
I’m a lesbian and I watch gay male porn. Lights dimmed, door locked, and clothes off. A masturbation session usually starts with these three things. Once I’m in my bed with my private browser on, I have an internal battle with myself on what porn to watch. Sometimes I’ll go through 10 lesbian pornos, all brightly lit blonde babes with fake boobs fingering each other's hairless vaginas most likely still wearing their 6 inch stiletto heels. Nothing ever happens, no matter how hard I want to orgasm. I almost always end up watching gay porn.
By Harriet Gutierrez8 years ago in Filthy
Two Girls
Not once in my life did I ever think I would end up with two girlfriends. I've always been a ladies girl cheating on my partner and so on. I did always want them to get along but never really became a reality until just recently. To top it off they are sisters like they say two is way better than one. They have been the best I've had when one isn't there the other one is.
By Angie Ramos8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 5
CASSIAN Nude art wasn't anything new to Cassian. There were hundreds of paintings and handmade sculptures within museums in his home country, and even in his family's estate. He couldn't explain why participating in a nude art class was nerve-wracking for him, but he never backed down from a challenge. Perhaps it was due to all the snickering from the men he shared locker rooms with during his high school and college years. Cassian still remembered the hazing in those locker rooms before soccer games. He'd like to pretend they'd just been jealous of what he could offer women in bed, but he'd be lying to himself if the names they used to call didn't hurt him to this day.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
You Ask, I Tell: Being Gay and Getting Away with It [Chapter 2]
Chapter 2: Fellow Bar and the Incestuous Gay Entourage It all started very innocently. I would meet up with friends like Bill, the prissy one that can judge you with a smile, and Rhoni, the batshit sailor who would playfully punch you when he was drunk. Ace, the towering giraffe of a man, would begin to flirt with me, wrapping his hands around my thigh, and squeezing till I laughed like a school girl. We would meet at Fellow for drinks and they would invite me out to do things like go ice skating or go eat with them at a curry restaurant. I was extremely nervous about letting my guard down. Yes, these were my gay friends, but I was a military officer and was scared of getting into any trouble whatsoever. Aside from concerns about Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, I was concerned about perceptions of fraternization, the act of engaging in friendly or sexual relations with an enlisted member, something considered a crime under the Uniform Code of Military Justice. When I went ice skating for the first time, I sat alone in the corner quietly eating a cup of noodles while everyone else sat and made fun of people busting their ass on the ice. Ernesto, this quiet sailor who totally rocked a bushy mustache that made him look like the Mexican version of Ron Jeremy, came and encouraged me to relax and join the group. As time passed, I did put my fears aside and relaxed, and as I relaxed I noticed, “Hey, these gays are hot!”
By Carlos Coronado8 years ago in Filthy
You Ask, I Tell: Being Gay and Getting Away with It
Foreword Don’t Ask Don’t Tell was a policy instituted by President Clinton in 1993. While intended as a mechanism for LGBT servicemembers to serve in the Armed Forces, it created an environment of fear, blackmail, and intimidation. Over 17,000 servicemembers would be discharged from the military under this policy before its eventual repeal in 2011.
By Carlos Coronado8 years ago in Filthy
Her First Time
I wanted her so badly. I know she wanted me, too. But I could tell she was nervous. As I took in her beauty, I thought of what I wanted to do to her, where I could guide those lovely lips of hers. Her eyes — those big beautiful eyes — show me all that she desires. But, I thought, I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to show her what it's like, make her first time unforgettable, and show her how much satisfaction and pleasure one can get from another woman. But where do I start?
By Jayneca Marriott8 years ago in Filthy
