Oh, wow! Here's some dirt for you guys.
I was talking with a 32-year-old man on Yahoo named
floppywood2002. I don't recall his old screen name here, but (assuming) he was once a member here and I'm under the impression that he got disillusioned with this place and took off. It happens.
He wasn't on my buddy list. I vaguely remember talking with him, but we never kept in touch. At best, we might have chatted a couple of times and cammed once or twice. That's my best guess.
He IMs me tonight. First question, "Are you gay yet?" Sure, bro. Just gimme another 25 minutes in the oven and...
"No," I replied, "are you straight yet?" He LOLed. Basically, we had a pretty pointless conversation. He assumes that because I continue to participate on the LPSG that I must be "obsessed" with large penises, and that obsession must therefore mean I'm gay.
First of all, I defined "obsession." If I were to be obsessed with anything, let alone size, then my participation in the habit (e.g. webcamming, looking at pictures online, reading erotic material) must be substantial enough to cause interpersonal distress or trouble in other areas of life such as work. I might be obsessed if I were to spend long periods of time surfing for penis-oriented online material, surf inappropriate sites at the office, or if I were in a relationship, continued to look at male pornography despite my girlfriend's wishes.
Nope, not obsessed.
In fact, I cam much less than I used to, and I hardly go into our gallery. Sure, sometimes I'll get a little curious when I get into a size conversation with a member here, but it's not to an extent that causes me or anyone else much distress. Same reason why guys kinda peek at each other in the locker room...
So, to sum up his ramblings.
- I'm in denial. (No, I'm not! (Yes, you are.) (Nuh-uh!
- Because I'm still at LPSG, I must be obsessed with large penises.
- Any male showing any sign of attraction or admiration to the male form is undeniably gay.
- Any attempts to think through, rationalize, or assess one's sexuality is an act of denial. Gay. Plain and simple.
But hey, at least he's consistent. Ladies, if you think any one of your own gender is cute, then you might be setting yourself up for a life of flannel shirts and cold Minnesota nights. (a.k.a. lesbianz.)
And I can't be a therapist until I work out my sexuality, supposedly. I need to get over this "denial" first, even after I told him -- yo, been there, done that, dating a guy wasn't for me, I like what I like, quit being such a damn bigot.
It was my automatic assumption that the good lot of gay folks would be happy knowing that people accepted them as is, and weren't caught up in a need to label and rationalize every iota of their sexual lives and make presumptions based on that. And I know gay dudes don't usually act like this -- I was getting IMed by a nut ball from Toronto, Ontario.
I was just floored. I eventually ignored him. (YIM has a really cool feature of their latest update. You can report ignored conversations as SPAM.) I wasn't in a mood to defend my behavior or my past practices, and I certainly didn't expect it to come out of the blue. I don't have any regrets, like ya'll know. Just makes me rethink that people are out there who purposely want to label you or misunderstand you or, better yet, say hateful things just so they can make themselves feel better.
And that's sad -- not gonna get your soul back with a life of vice, right?