With the freedom that comes with going off to college, I temporarily chose the word bisexual to label myself with. I'd like to think that I chose that word because declaring myself a homosexual felt too small a box to contain my deep down hots for men along side my deep down love of women. I suspect that my declaration in coming out that I was bi was more than a ramp toward the truth that I was gay. The fact was that when I came out in 1968, declaring that one was Gay and Proud of it felt like and was a tremendous feeling of liberation. At the same time, I knew that relations with women would always be central in my life.
A few years later, I found myself in a gay scene in which -- at least up in The City -- men tucked one of an array of colored handkerchiefs into their back left (top or "pitcher") or right (bottom or "catcher" ) rear jeans' pockets to indicate just what they were looking for sexually. Once again I rebelled against labeling myself, and once again it was more than just not wanting to limit myself to one pigeonhole. I have always been as eclectic and versatile in what I like, what and whom I'm attracted to, and what kind of soundtrack I enjoy as anyone you'll meet.
I think my versatility is both a reflection of my joy in pleasuring my partner as it is the result of my learning about the many things we humans can do with one another in positive, joyous ways. When I was 15 going on 16, my first real lover taught me about all the kinds of lovemaking at my (and our) disposal, and did so in both gentle and frank ways. Thank you, Jim, my 6'3" grown-up, bottle-blond hairdresser boyfriend, for being so openhanded, openhearted and open-everything for me.
My particular orientation makes the idea of a 1 a.m. multi-man orgy in Vondel Park by moonlight a hot one; the reality of such anonymous sex never really suited me, as for me another person's hotness is too closely tied in with his or her visage and personality and, dare I say, soul to be satisfied making it in the dark without familiarity.
For the past month or two I have been thinking about writing about what I love about each and every form of sex I've experienced. [this was the about sentence] I've imagined that at least some of my readers would be interested in reading about the unique experiences of pleasure I associate with each of many possible positions.
At the same time, as I almost never hear anything from you, Dear Reader, I've come to suspect that I may just feel like showing off. But since I've never seriously analyzed my rationale for writing each of these posts, I don't intend to start mid-stream. Let me just say that I would like to share these intimate, perhaps piquant, details and may do so very soon. As I wrote above, I do aim to please. So if this or an entirely different topic is of interest, you may comment (anonymously or not) below. I take requests and am influenced by encouragement.