Monday, November 21, 2005

Why do men

HIT ON ME?
It's strange. I, more often than not, have a beard, which sometimes is longer and thicker than I'd really like it to be (but I just can't be bothered to shave). I walk like I am not one but two men. With that much pride and arrogance. My body language screams out MAN (or so I sincerely hope)!
I am always looking at women's butts, coz thats the best part of a woman I like. The butt, to me, plays a very important part in knowing whether I'd be interested to talk to that woman in getting to know her or not. And it is pretty much visible I guess, that I am (more) inclined towards women than men.
Then why?
Why do men hit on me so blatantly. As if they were dead sure I was gay and I didn't know it.
In Malaysia, I was drinking with a guy, who almost tried to convince me I was gay. I kept insisting, dude I am bi, but the bi-ness happened some time ago when I had just so much sex with women that I literally got bored of the opposite sex. And that's really the reason I turned bi.
But it was always just the idea that turned me on. Always. Whenever the actual thing started to happen, it wasn't ever as exciting as the thought of it. Ok, except maybe once or twice. But that's about it.
Once or twice out of about 50-odd times it might have happened. I didn't enjoy being with men, it was clear. It was just the thought that used to excite me, and at times I'd prefer to imagine men than women.
I guess there was always a feminine side in me. So it was never about being a man in a Man2Man (one time) stand. It was always about being the woman, being treated like a woman, acting like a woman, being a woman.
But... Na-aa never really, really enjoyed it. It was just about ok. As far as I am concerned, I sincerely believe no man can ever take the place of a woman in my life.
So this Malaysian guy, who, it was pretty evident was quite gay-ish, told me he could make me out from a distance.
How, I wondered. I don't know, he said. One, because you play with your hair too much.
Ok... now that's bullshit. I got long hair, which is really wild. And I like my hair to look good, so brushing my hand through my hair is the way my hair kinda gets that wild look, and settles down from top but jutts out from behind my ears.
Or maybe brushing my hand through my hair is just a habit I have - Half my life I have had long hair!
It isn't just the Malaysian guy. Even my Kenyan friend here, who's more inclined towards men than women, admitting that he enjoys sex with men more than women - for the simple reason that "the ass is tighter than the pussy" (Errr... even a woman has an ass(hole) dude. "Yeah I know. But if you want to fuck the ass, you might as well do it with a guy than a woman." Your choice mate.) has been trying for me, even though I've made it pretty clear that it ain't gonna happen. That I have no problems with whosoever anyone wants to be with, I don't wanna be with a guy anymore.
The fact is, I think guys suck when it comes to sex. Or even intimacy for that matter. The beard's so pokey when you kiss them, most of them are like so unclean its not even funny, the body odour, the bad breath... ok ok fine, I can't be complaining like this. Not all men are as bad, but man trust me, I don't understand how you women can kiss a guy. Their beard pokes on the lips so fuckin bad!!!
And some of them are hairy... eewwwwwww. Hair on the chest. Ewwwwww. Hair everywhere. Hats off to all you straight women! I swer I just wonder how you guys do it.
And don't give me crap about hair is masculine. When you're kissing someone's chest and you have hair in your mouth because there were a few loose ones jutting out of his nipples, it cannot be masculine and it so cannot be sexy and turning on. Everytime you kiss you gotta spit out hair.
Pathetic.
But I'll tell you a small little secret. I do tease men, from a distance. Even in a conversation. Like I'll tell them I am bi, and that this one time this guy drove me crazy... but then most of the times it was crappy, I'd tell em what I like, what I hate... till the time they're like dead sure they wanna just do it with me... but theat's when I chicken out, saying, No way man, you're my friend. Lets not ruin the friendship.
I know thats unfair. But I'm just be playin maan.
So chill out and have fun (whatever makes you have fun), and NO, I don't like having sex with men, been there done that, thank you very much, it isn't as good as it seems to me in my mind.
And I doubt it will ever be.
As far as Gays are concerned... I think I'm allergic to those who are only inclined towards men. I don't understand them, and everytime someone tells me they're gay, all I can think of is two guys in bed doggy style, which is just so totally disgusting as a thought.
So yeah, if anyone had any sort of confusion, I'm pretty straight. Or like my Kenyan friend said, I'm not gay or bi, I am tri.
I tri everything...
Before I approve or disapprove of it.

7 Comments:

Blogger alice said...

lol.....i laughed my ass off on this one...

November 21, 2005 5:37 PM  
Blogger Madame Mahima said...

hmmmmmm

November 21, 2005 7:10 PM  
Blogger Misreflection said...

Thats what happens when you get " "sexed out" hey as long as you stick ot he human kind I'll still read you..

November 21, 2005 8:59 PM  
Blogger aditi said...

are u still ill ? :)

November 22, 2005 7:05 AM  
Blogger J said...

lmao. now i know y u said wot u said yday :)

November 22, 2005 8:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

In Malaysia all your fucking expenses was paid for which leaves u not much to talk about but to quote another person? Well people the malaysian he was talking about is me, no i didnt convince him he was gay but hey! denial is the first sign. Freedom of speech yes but choices of words you should know best.

I am Marcus if you've got a problem u know my direct line!

November 23, 2005 10:31 AM  
Blogger Once the Conman said...

Marcus... read the post again.
Focus on the parts I have NOT written respecting your privacy.
Anyway, I have no problems with you dude.
This post wasn't written in anger, it was written in humour.

November 24, 2005 2:48 PM  

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