For much of my life, ever since I got married, I have been the most respectable of men and never tolerated any mark on my existence. Now, on the other hand, I live largely for that mark, which was probably a birthmark and is only appearing for the first time now, however pure and white my body or soul mgiht have been before that blemish began to emerge...I would have expected to leave this life as pure, unblemished, and naked as when I was born into the world. Now I have decided to leave it for dead because of a different kind of faith.

http://www.cdc.gov/hiv/topics/msm/resources/factsheets/msm.htm

Today when we had been together I lay on top of him and smelled the scent of what we had done. Afterward he had stretched out his arms as he always does, giving the impression that, dumbfounded and satisfied, he is welcoming heaven. I put both my arms onto his and we clenched our hands with our palms togehter; we are around the same height and of not dissimilar build, so we fit each other, like two matching pieces of a pawned pledge. When I nestled my face slowly against his neck I could feel the warmth and scent of the pleasure that comes from loving, the sweet aroma of love itself. His flesh was everywhere both tangible and subjective. We lay like that for a long time, like beings who have been nailed against each other of their own free will in order to die on a shared cross...

If someone made an eloquent invitation for me to step down from the cross and return to the society of other men in such a way that no spear would ever be thrust into my tormented flesh and belly and not blood or fluid would pour down from there as a symbol of the inner flow, and I was offered heaven with countless mansions, security with my father and constant feasting in his home, and I could live under the sweet protective wing of my mother for time ever after and thereby end up in the bosom of the holy family- I would rather hang crucified upon my friend, though the world considered it a mortal sin and stoned me and cast me out for preferring to die into his dust than to live in harmony with what I married fifteen years ago but had my first child by twenty-five years ago, just turned twenty then.

<Tom_Noo[k]> why are you asking a bunch of ugly fat nerds anyway.

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word honestly you guys need to grow the fuck up!

Peace out...

I think people need to stop taking sexuality seriously and start having sex.
Who cares what dick goes in what hole? I honestly don't understand why it matters at all. Maybe its because I'm exposed to gratuitous sex of all flavors on a daily basis, but I'm seriously done carrying.

Word of advice for people: start fucking

In fact, there’s a word we use to describe the disciplined restraint of destructive behaviors– it’s called civilization. For any civilization to survive, quite a lot of restraint is going to be necessary.

A civilization is a society or culture group normally defined as a complex society characterized by the practice of agriculture and settlement in towns and cities. Compared with other cultures, members of a civilization are organized into a diverse division of labor and an intricate social hierarchy.

the fallacy that homosexual intercourse is as safe as heterosexual intercourse

It's not because gay sex in and of itself is innately more harmful or AIDS just thrives in gay buttholes or something.

On paper, yes by all means their are flaws that makes it really wrong to deny gay marriages. I'm not talking about gay marriages entirely I'm just challenging a few ideas such as "God made me gay" or the fallacy that homosexual intercourse is as safe as heterosexual intercourse.