Gay Relationships Options

[Peter Everhard]

I fully admit that I am shallow and superficial .

If there actually was someone prettier than me who I could actually fall in love with, the minute that someone got old and fat I would not hesitate to put a bullet in his brain. Hey, I've got a rep to protect.

For anyone actually advocating long term gay relationships, I offer you the picture below ... I don't think words are necessary.

[Peter Everhard]

When I was a kid, "the world" was my grandmother and her sisters and their children (and their children).

One permanent memory I have of one of my grandmother's sisters occurred when "all of us kids" were playing football in her backyard. Someone told one of my cousins that my grandmother's sister was calling him. My cousin went to my grandmother's sister and asked: "Do you want me?" My grandmother's sister said: "Yea, I want you, now get out of my face". I have to said that statement changed my view of my grandmother's sister somewhat.

Some days ago, I just realized that most of the guys I love most in the world, I have no contact with. And, worst of all, I have no desire to have contact with them.

Now, rather than viewing the above as a indication of my inability to commit (which I freely admit to), I view the fact that I have no contact with guys that I love as a sign of adulthood. I think the ultimate sign of adulthood is realizing that a relationship with someone you love absolutely is simply NOT POSSIBLE, NOT PRACTICAL

and most importantly, doesn't offer any financial benefit; I'll be damned if I end up paying palimony to some guy I'm not fahking.

( a ) Love of My Life #1 - about 6' 3", about 185lbs, red hair, blue eyes. John, The First Love of my life, lives in DC (where he belongs). I love him absolutely. This match ended by a twist of fate, I still love him and I think he still loves me. But, too much time has gone by without us seeing each other. And, he's like in his 30's now. I can't see myself having sex with someone past thirty. The guy was 19 when I met him back in Michigan.. Many years after our break-up in Michigan, I moved to Arlington, Virginia. I walked into a bar in DC and ordered an orange juice, standing next to me at the bar was my ex-lover from Michigan. John said he concluded that it had to be me because I ordered an orange juice (I don't drink).

( b ) Love of My Life #2 - about 6' 3", skinny, ash blonde, blue eyes. Ross, aka Rusty, is the second love of my life (not Ross Russell, a different Ross, my Ross). The prob with Ross was/is sex, too much of it. I just can't imagine being with someone who has had anywhere near as many sex partners as I have had. And, I don't see the point of OPEN relationships. I can never understand the logic of living with someone and having sex with other people. What's the point exactly? we all know (and research shows) that these aholes "in love" in long term relationships are more likely NOT to use condoms; so if they aren't HIV+ before the relationship, by "injecting" each other nightly with their years of collected STDs and parasites, they most likely will both end up infected with something.. Sex with Rusty was out of this world (something strange happens when his skin makes contact with my skin). Rusty was/is the picture that I had in my head of "the perfect guy" come to life. I ran into Rusty some years ago and we went to some fast food place and talked. After our talk, Rusty headed back to the video/porn store where I had run into him. The only way I know of to be "safe" from Rusty is not to see him, because I know that I can't resist him. the sexiest thing Rusty ever did around me was to Listen to me and take my advice. I was telling Ross about the hepatitis vaccine and about how some infected guy sweating on you on the dance floor could give it to you, and, don't you know the cutie pie went right out and got Vaccinated.

[Peter Everhard]

Great Sex

The strangest thing in gay sex (to me anyway) are these guys (usually White) who get like crazed over SIZE (usually non-White).

The idea of having sex with some guy I consider unattractive simply because he is LARGE, is something that I just can't wrap my brain around.

I've seen guys (in certain situations) give attitude to some other guy (usually Black) up to the point where they see the guy naked in the shower and realize just how big big can get. It's very very strange. I mean, if you are really into size, why stop with HUMAN PENIS size, why not go into dildos, or ARMS or horses?

and with most of these GURLS into SIZE, you can see that it is not JUST about size, it is far more about RACE and CONTROL than it is about size. I mean, there are many many attractive educated Black and Hispanic guys who have large peni - I've done a survey. However, the SIZE GURLS almost always end up with non-Whites who have an education/economic/culture disadvantage compared to them.




As I said, there was/is something about my skin making contact with Rusty's skin that is SUPERNATURAL, I can't explain it. Just being "in contact" with Rusty in and of itself qualifies as GREAT SEX - that's why I won't let the Beauch touch me.. AND,

The idea that someone could actually do something to ME sexually better than I can do it to myself is another joke.

I actually met a guy once who clearly thought that his PENIS was like this WEAPON. It was so amazing and so stupid. I "went along" with the fantasy in his head for a while, until I just couldn't take it anymore (the fantasy in his head that is). I mean, it just became such a joke that I just couldn't play along anymore.

Rusty was/is the absolute most "responsive" lover I've ever had. From Rusty's reactions to me, you would think that I have like supernatural powers when it comes to sex; he just goes wild.

I am thinking about all of the strange situations that I have been in with Rusty over the years ... I have to stay away from Rusty ... I have zero self control around that guy ...

The guy on the right in the photo below reminds me a lot of Rusty, but then just about everything in life reminds me of Rusty.

Once, when I had my hands all over Rusty's skinny body, Rusty informed me that his body was going to change because he had started working out.

Rusty is still skinny, just the way I like him.

[Peter Everhard]

Cameron

Rusty's porn equivalent's name is Cameron at www.activeduty.com . There are Active Duty videos also on sale at radvideo.com

[Peter Everhard]

To my lambkin, John

I wrote the above statement, "to my lambkin John", on another website of mine some years ago, and, some fahking idiot was convined that I was talking about some friend of his whose last name apparently is lambkin. "Lambkin" is a little joke between John and me; it started when John told me that his mother called him and his sisters "her little lambkins" when they were little kids.

When I ran into John in a gay bar in DC, he was standing next to me at the bar as I said. While I could sense that there was some guy standing next to me, staring at me, I just assumed that it was some jerk; after all, I didn't think that I knew anyone in DC.

Well, John recognized me, and he must have assumed that I was deliberately ignoring him. A while later, while I was standing next to a hallway, John came walking toward me and then he turned and pretended to run away. It was only then that I saw his face and I knew that it was John.

I was a raw foodist in College, but, I fell off when I graduated and started working. I met John when I was working in Detroit and living in Ann Arbor.

Until we met up again in DC, John had never seen me as a raw foodists (i.e. as a normal person). I weighed about 50lbs less than I did when John knew me. And, I had to look very different from how he had known me.

I really was glad that John got to see me as a normal person. And not as the bloated psycho ominivore he had known. I have told John many times that I don't think that I would be alive if I had not known him and if he had not been there for me when I needed him (especially when when I needed him was about 15 years after we broke up) . I'm just thinking that how other people run to their mothers for support, I run to John, either literally or mentally.

That John could actually fall in love with me the way I was when we met, almost makes me cry sometimes.

I was diagnosed as having hypoglycemia and hypothyroidism when I was in Michigan; around the time I met John. And, while both of these things are rather minor maladies to deal with, this fhaking quack of a doctor I went to put me on steroids and food supplements laced with yeast.

At the time, a steroid called Thyroxin was the accepted treatment for hypothyroidism (hypothyrodism is essential an under-active thyroid, it more or less makes my body temp lower than normal, inter alia. Barbara Bush has hypothyroidism as I recall).

The combination of being on this fhaking steriod and taking food supplements laced with yeast (I apparently have a serious problem with yeast), literally turned me into a bloated loon. The only thing that saved my life was that I ran out of the steroids and couldn't get a refill.

When I went to another doctor for a refill, that doctor asked in shock: "Who put you on this stuff?". The steroid thyroxin can do serious damage to your liver if it is taken over an extended period of time.

The story I read about thyroxin is that when you take thyroxin, your thyroid gland stops working, because there is already enough of the chemical that the gland secretes in your blood. So, when you stop taking the thyroxin, there is a period of time when your thyroid is not back up to speed when your body is without the chemcials that the thyroid gland normal produces.

I was literally "over the edge" for a rather extended period of time in Michigan; most of the hormones which stabilize mood are secreted by the thryoid gland. I've also read that most of the people in mental hospitals who have been misdiagnosed as being mentally unstable, really have undiagnosed hypothyrodism.

So, I tell people that John is one of the all time loves of my life. But, John is more than that. I exist because of John; they may as well stamp "John's Ex-Lover" on my tombstone.

I would say that John's closest porn equivalent would be Allworldsvideo's Tighe.

[Johnson DeLarge]

Well, Peter Peter,

Since I don't see MY name on your greatest loves list, I'm just gonna have to go back to charging you by the pop.

you owe me $3,000 for this past weekend.

[Harry Les Trade]

Yea, and what am I? Chopped Liver?

Peter, you are in a Relationship LLC ® with me and Gary. Or don't you recall that?

[Gary B Doinem]

Peter: "That John could actually fall in love with me the way I was when we met, almost makes me cry sometimes."

That is like sooo fahking sweet Peter,

Homo Love is so heart wrenching.

What I don't get is,

If you were nuts back then because of the steriods and you stopped taking the steriods,

how do you explain STILL being a nut job?

[Critter]

[Peter Everhard]

I thought that the joke was obvious.

In order for those tales to have been my mine, I would have to be a 100 year old dinosaur like Christopher Paige.

Maybe, when I’m an old has been queen like Christopher, and my diick doesn’t work any more, like Christopher's doesn't, I will have a lot of silly aass old love stories of my own to bore everyone with.

[Critter]

I know you love me, Petey,

You're like the evil vicious son Ross and I never wanted.


btw, love you still, lambkin