I'm NORMAL.  Actually, I'm better than that.  I'm the guy that every parent wishes they had for a kid - except I completely lack interest in all things female.  I never got into drinking, smoking, drugs or running with a bad crowd.  I guess you could say that as a teen - I was what every parent wanted in their daughter's boyfriend. 

The fact is ... (And it's taken a long time to figure this out) ... is that I'm NORMAL.  By that, I mean that what I did as a teen into adulthood is commonplace - except lots of people are way too scared to admit it for themselves. 

I'll let you in on a secret that nature already knows: The male body is the more beautiful of the two sexes.  Most females spend an hour of foreplay in front of their own mirrors applying "makeup" & other affectations in order to appear more attractive.  Meanwhile - a guy hits the home gym, & then washes up, shaves & brushes his teeth all while in the shower (& probably takes a complimentary piss down the drain too); -- & when he walks out the door with, maybe - some gel in his hair - women will fall at his feet & worship his mere existence.  Men don't need nearly the props - because we are, by nature, the more attractive sex.  The human brain innately recognizes male beauty & testosterone goes to great length to wire the male brain so that the softer, fatter curves of the adult female form trip his libido.  The more sensitive the fetal brain is to testosterone, the more the attraction polarizes itself.  (The more resistant the brain is to testosterone - the less effect the adult female body form will have on the libido.  Welcome to Kinsey ranges 1-6.)

The fact I had zer0 interest in females was the motivation for me to hook up with guys - discretely.  Now, to the guys who couldn't make it without donning a "gay" label - my conclusion is that you were a bit: ABnormal.  In simple terms, they felt so separated from normal men in general that they needed a label & a "support group" - which, by the way, - lied by suggesting they were a "minority" (The only minority was actually the guys pretending to have eyes only for females). Most guys are selectively BI.

BUT, the "gay" label freaked lots of us out - & I was actually hostile to it (to the stereotypes surrounding the term).  Was this a form of discrimination on my part?  I guess so.  But, I think that I was in a position to discriminate.  See, I didn't need the "gay" label to get guys into my bed & as a result of shunning it - I suspect I hooked up with hottest guys who never wore the label either (most of my close friends were athletes who shunned anything to do with the label too).  It also means that I/we didn't need to share spaces with a bunch of half-men who had all kinds of hang-ups in addition to wearing the "gay" label.  There wasn't a drag queen among us & we didn't do the butt-nasty either.  We found the concept of men acting in such ways to be ABnormal, & often - offensive to what we believed being a guy should embody.  Am I saying there are divisions in the ranks of men who luv men?  Absolutely.  But, everyone in the "gay" community already knows this.  The philosophy that alleges, "We're all just homosexual..." doesn't begin to address the extreme variances within the thing called "gay", and doesn't explain why so many factions exist within its constituency.  Am I saying there are no "normal gay guys"?  Yes. I've never met one. Every guy I've ever met who calls himself "gay" accepts without question a mantra that claims to be "tolerant" of everybody's opinion about sex - except for the guys who reject AnalSex (for any of the number of good reasons it should be rejected). Men like myself, who would never fuck a bro in the ass are labeled with all sorts of slurs that disregard the fact that AnalSex spreads over 98% of all the STDs in the gay community and has resulted in the deaths of over +100-MILLION men since 1970. Truthfully, I didn't know these medical stats in high-school. I simply knew that playing in SH!T was disgusting and the mere thought of men ass-fucking anyone was reprehensible to my sense of ethics. And I was loud & non-apologetic about my opinion on the matter. "People who play in SH!T failed potty-training 101." was the comment I gave when the subject came up in sex-ed first semester of my sophomore year. That comment (& several like it) got me a detention... 10 times over the next 2 years. And the reputation I got provided the perfect smoke-screen to be casually comfortable with physical contact with other guys without anyone suggesting there might be a "sexual" component with me & other guys because the "education" the system provided firmly welded the term "gay" with the imagery of the ass-fuck. It was obvious to me. the term "gay" didn't mean that a guy simply liked guys. "Gay" meant guys who ass-fuck guys. I know I'm right because EVERYBODY thought in those terms. And who taught the lesson? It was the school's "progressive sex-ed" class. So, the presumption was: Because I was so anti-analsex; - I couldn't possibly be into guys sexually.   

G0YS often enjoy what I call, "The Chad Allen Effect".  If you do a keyword search on his name, you'll discover that Chad Allen is an actor who had starring roles in several popular television shows.  I first noticed him when he played a character on Star Trek's Next Generation series.  In the episode he was in, he played a teenager named "JONO" who had lived with an alien culture from childhood.  The Captain was appointed by Counselor Trois to try to help JONO reconnect with his humanity.  The episode was very emotionally touching & sent quite a 'lust-wave' through the gay community - which circled the notion: "If only Chad Allen was gay...". 
Well, several years later, Chad was photographed at a pool party sharing personal space & kisses with another guy.  Eventually, Chad "came out" as "gay".  Whether he's 'g0y' or not is unknown - but the mounting data seems to indicate that the overwhelming majority of guys who are discretely into guys - are indeed what we call 'g0y'; - And usually stay that way until coerced to violate their natural inclinations (Yes, I'm saying that fags "recruit" others into arse-sex.  I've experienced the attempt too many times to think it a mere coincidence). 
What I like to consider is the real Chad Allen story behind the scenes.  See, Chad had the money & popularity in high-school to have hooked up with about anyone he chose.  You know darn well that he did not hook up with the gay community or date from it.  How?  Because the gay community couldn't keep silent about someone like Allen if he was out'd in the microcosm.  What I think is logical was to believe that Chad was probably hooking up with guy/s like himself in extreme discretion.  I know for a fact that he was openly hostile to "gays" because he has discussed it (Probably because he perceived them as such a threat to his career... & a real vulnerability because of his own sexuality).
I suspect that he opened up to Patrick Stuart (the actor who played Trek's Capt. Picard) about his sexuality.  Why?  Because Stuart seems very supportive of the "gay" community overall.  He has even played an openly gay character in one movie (a name I can't recall).  He also plays a leading character - in the "X-men" movie series (A series w. a deep underlying theme about social outcasts - especially sexual "minorities".).  For some reason, Allen was chosen to star in that episode of Trek as JONO.  I think it was Stuart who helped get him the job.  This was several years before the tabloids out'd Allen.  In an interview with Larry King, Allen came across as a genuine, loveable guy who's now in love with a guy.  Unfortunately, Allen has been heavily influenced by the nearly Socialist 'Dumb-o-crack-tic' political party.  To loosely quote Churchill: "Any 20 year-old who isn't a Socialist has no heart; -- And any 40 year-old who's still a Socialist has no brain.".   G0YS lean toward Libertarianism.  Why?  Well, being G0Y & Republican is a philosophy that promotes keeping a loaded gun in your mouth; -- While being G0Y & Dumbocrack is a philosophy that promotes keeping a loaded gun up your arse.  But, I digress.  The "Chad Allen Effect" occurs when a g0y like Chad meets another like himself & friendship deepens to a intensely private intimacy.  In the past, the relationship was often characterized as 2-gay-guys in the closet.  Now we realize that it's simply 2-g0ys enjoying what is nobody else's business. 

What sucks the most is NORMAL guys, - eh g0ys, - essentially killing themselves because:

• They don't know who they really are.

• They don't know how to confront the "lies" of the ass-fuck, eh, "gay" community.

• They have nobody they feel they can turn to about this subject.

They slowly kill themselves in a number of ways.  Drugs, booze, depression related acts of self-destruction, etc. Some do pull the trigger.

Growing up, I had this friend everybody called "Raster".  Straight-A student. Popular. Athlete. Pre-med in college.  Raster was also a Kinsey-3\4 g0y.  I plus, maybe - 2 or 3 others were the only ones who knew.  At 19 years old, Raster stuck a pistol in his mouth & pulled the trigger.  He left a note, but didn't have the strength to tell everybody all of what was so tragic in his life that he must end it.  His parents were perfectionists & Baptists - so he probably didn't want to leave them with the stigma of having a son who preferred guys over dolls.  He had worked so hard to put up a front - & had he not been struggling with the messages of hate & prejudices from his family (Baptists take note) - he probably wouldn't have pulled the trigger.  Raster's Baptist upbringing had most certainly told him that "gay"="abomination".  The theology section of the g0ys website explains how it is "anal-sex" that is the "abomination".  Since sexual orientation is a state of being, the fundamentalist's message IS that "God hates same-sex attracted people", instead of the truth: "God hates acts that hurt & demean people".  Raster was one of the gentlest, kindest & most thoughtful people I've ever known.  He was popular & not afraid to fight -- but there was a streak of compassion deep inside him that his close friends saw.

I first discovered that Raster was vulnerable to male charm when we were both mid teens.  He was staying over my house on the weekend & it was winter.  I live in a northern province - & our house was old - with poorly installed heat ducts to my 3rd-floor bedroom.  On that night, the outside temperature hit 40 below 0!  My bed had an electric blanket - but the bed across the room - where Raster was trying to sleep - had none.  At about 2AM his chattering teeth asked if I had any more blankets.  I didn't - so I told him to come sleep with me.  He scooted across the room in the dimness of the straining nightlight & slipped under my covers into my waiting hug.  He was wearing tighty-whities & his body was covered by goose pimples.  I was only wearing briefs too & much warmer - so he cuddled into me for the warmth.  Having all that skin against so much of mine was an awesome sensation.  Being able to help warm my buddy & make him feel comfortable was another good feeling.  The odd shape of my mattress springs - added to the fact we were hugging nearly face to face - soon had us positioned pec2pec, balls2balls.  Raster kept his hair really short in the back - like a modified military cut.  It looked good on him - but let the heat out too fast in the cold.  I still remember sliding my warm hand up over his tough neck & up onto his fuzzy head.  Between the warmth of my hand on his cold head & the scalp massage I slowly gave him - he got really comfortable.  It only took 5-10 minutes & his goose pimples were gone.  Both of our dicks were icicle-hard & our hearts were beating fast as hot blood made the coldness of the night flee our emotional kindling.  It was so mutually respectful - I don't know if I can do it justice on the printed page.  In a society that reads penthouse where the plot line seems to exclusively connect frenzied coital thrusting, - I wonder if I can illustrate the stark differences - the tenderness of what we shared.  There was absolutely no "thrusting".  Since Raster was face down on me - I slowly caressed his back & neck with the hand that wasn't slow kneading his brain-box.  Every so often - he'd just shift some as he cuddled into me.  I was a little taller than him - so I had the leg span to wrap around his, - however, -- I had my right foot below both of his - at a slight angle so that his cold bare soles rested on the top of it.  My left foot was sole down - at a slight angle on top of his feet which were together.  His feet were cold - especially from walking across the cold floor - so the feel of all that warmth from mine felt really good to him.  Occasionally, I'd swap left/right foot positions helping to warm him up.   Listening to him breathe & feeling his strong tummy move in time with his breath - against mine - while feeling his warm body in my embrace while his heart raced along with mine was so passionate & so subdued at the same time.  Occasionally, his dick would throb hard & when I'd feel it, it was such a turn on that mine would answer back - even though I tried to suppress it by thinking about something else.  This was N0T about our cocks (they just happened to be there & singing their song).  What feeling stood out - was this overwhelming feeling of closeness - that couldn't seem to get close enough (but kept slowly moving for position).  Then there was all this "tender guy luv" that only sought to make my buddy feel good - & that wanting formed a mutual connection between us.  The combination of the emotional bonding combined with the physical closeness was the best experience I'd ever had & I didn't want it to ever end.  Probably at the 25-30 minute point, I felt Raster's body stiffen & his breathing took on a frantic sound of non-vocal gasps as I felt his toes spread & his ankles straighten some.  His dick got really hard against mine too (easily felt through our briefs).  The combination of feelings caused my dick to harden as that unmistakable fullness loaded into the base of my balls.  As I let out as soft long groan & stiffened under Raster, his cock began to pump in that quick, frantic series of jolts that feels so good that the event announces itself to every part of the guys brain & body.  I was shooting right along with him.  It felt so good helping my buddy to feel that good.  Then we enjoyed the minute or two after - when your dick occasionally reminds you that it's still got a few hard-twitch'ns left on it's agenda.  We just laid there afterward - cuddled up - with Raster atop of me - face to face  - both blown away by what we'd just shared.  For that short time (20 minutes), the physical attraction had died down - but I still had this awesome emotional warmth for my "buddy" Raster.  I gently rubbed & cuddled with him - raising goose-pimples on his skin by lightly stroking with my fingertips.  He really enjoyed the closeness too - but I know he must have had all kinds of thoughts swirling in his head.  I hate to think that he was feeling guilt - but I'm told that people who have the same-sex hate-message drilled into them often feel that way after having an orgasm.  People who preach those hate messages can't come up with one reason to feel "guilt" other than they say all same-sex activity "wrong".  Kids will swallow that poison.  Thoughtful adults know differently (especially those who've closely read the account of David & Jonathan in the Scriptures)!  As a matter of fact, Jesus said that immoral people INVENT ways of sinning.  Labeling something so beautiful, passionate & innocent - as a "sin" certainly seems to be a cruel "invention" of twisted thinking to me. It hurts to consider that Raster may have been hearing the accusations of being abominable in his head.   All I had for concerns was that my buddy had experienced the fullness of the event in all it's wonderful nuances.  I wanted him to know it mattered to me & that I loved him so much it was important he know by the feelings the event relayed.    

After about 20+ minutes, we began to feel those warm emotional sensations again.  Gradually, we began to cuddle & about a half hour later, we emptied our mutual loads.  I actually had to turn my electric blanket almost all the way down - as Raster & I were giving off so much heat.  An hour or so later, we had round 3 - & we really began to get tired as it got late.  I suggested that we get rid of our briefs because they had big damp places on the fronts & would mess up the bed.  I lifted up & Raster did too; -- & I slid both of them down & off us.  Relaxing, - his naked pelvis docked with mine & his flaccid penis kissed up against mine.  I slid my right hand down & for the first time felt the naked buttocks of my bestest buddy in the whole world.  It was smooth (with just a dusting of fine hair) & strong.  I rubbed him with a little pressure & he groaned under the power of the good feelings.  Naked felt better.  It felt natural.  It felt trusting.  I had absolutely no inclination to spread his cheeks or involve any type of arse play.  It never even entered my mind - & the first time I ever heard of people doing that - it seemed the exact opposite of what Raster & I did together.  I've not changed my opinion & time's passing has reinforced my views on the subject.  Guys don't butt-phuck their buddies; -- & to the best of my knowledge - Raster always felt the exact same way. 

We fell asleep cuddled up like that.  We woke up a few hours later.  The room was much warmer (Earlier that fall, I had positioned the exhaust air duct from the electric dryer into the hollow floor space under my bedroom.  When mom ran the dryer (as she was that morning), the room temperature climbed about 20-40 degrees depending on the drying setting she was using).  We both had piss-hardons.  Raster commented that he needed to piss & began to get up off me, but I wrestled him so I was on top of him - face to face & then with my legs wrapped around his & holding his arms - I used my hard dick to coax his into a cumm shooting seizure of an intensity that clenched his smiling teeth together & made the veins on his neck stick out as his face turned a shade of athlete-red.  I dumped my load all over his bulging belly as his arched back raised it toward me by a few inches.   As he resolved he just smiled & called me a "horny phucker". 

We both really needed to piss then.  Since I didn't like sharing the single bathroom in our house anymore than I had to, I had run a PVC pipe thru the wall near my bedroom window & kept it capped inside.  I had this huge funnel that I had found on my grandfather's farm.  Removing the cap from the PVC & inserting the funnel made an instant urinal.  The PVC ran outside & discretely emptied onto the roof where the runoff went to the gutter that ran around the perimeter & then emptied down a long conduit to the ground behind the house.   Raster thought this innovation was totally kewl as we took a simultaneous piss into the funnel & watched out the window where a dark pattern moved down the roof & widened as it approached the gutter.  "I hope nobody sees the steam coming off the roof & calls the fire department...", Raster commented.  I busted out laughing.

We got dressed & ended up meeting with some friends to do a day of snow play like sledding, sliding, etc.  I still have the video we shot that day.  My cousin held the camcorder the most & got a few good shots of Raster & I on a toboggan moving at speeds that I look at today & wince about.  The indestructibility of youth!  One thing that I notice when I watch the video is how Raster would usually be in front of me with my legs on the outside of us & his back pressed up against the front of me.  On the video, it looks really casual, but every time I'd get my arms around him, I'd give him some gentle squeezes to let him know that I really loved having him against me. 

There was one part of the video that people watch & say what a "good friend I was".  It's where another sled rammed into us about 1/3 of the way down the steep hill.  We were both really moving & the impact spun the toboggan sideways.  The edge caught on some ice-crust & over it went.  In the video (filmed in motion-capture-mode with frames of 1/1000th of a second each - 30/second), you can literally see me grip Raster & hold him tight to me while tucking in around him as we went airborne off the sled.  In midair, you can see me look & rotate so that I hit the hard pack snow shoulder first & then spun onto my back -- all while keeping Raster safe in my clutches.  Every time we'd roll, I'd move my arms forward & elbows/knees out to take the impact.  Raster's legs were safely sandwiched between mine.  After we came to a stop at the hill bottom, Raster described the event from his perspective like having "been inside a living roll cage".   I was banged up enough for both of us & the other 2 guys (from the other sled) were pretty bad off too (small cuts, scratches & big bruises).  Raster didn't have a hair out of place.  This description can't give the event it's due.  The hill we had been sliding on had a "reputation".  Raster wanted to keep going, but I had used up 8 of my 9 lives there that day - so we went home & we played board games, listened to music; -- & later on that night played g0y trivia: "...Reflexes that make your teeth clench & toes curl, for the win - Alex..."

I had a TV in my room & that night before going to bed, we watched a movie that had a World War II story-line. The primary character was a guy named Will Knot.  His friends nicknamed him "Won't".  In one scene, a friend had just been killed in an altercation.  Will & his other buddies were held up in a farm-house in the middle of nowhere.  After their buddy had "fallen", the movie cut to a long scene where Will & the other guys gently & compassionately washed the dude's body to prepare it for burial.  While we watched this movie alone in my room, I commented out loud, "So why is it not OK to be that loving on your buddy when he's alive?  What the phuck is wrong with people?"  Of course at the time, I didn't realize that my response to the scene was the precise response the writers had wanted, -- but the only way to get the message past the censors at that period in history was to place it in such a serious context.  I wrapped an arm around Raster's bare torso under the covers & added, "Why would I wait till you're dead to show you that I phuck'n love you?  I think it makes a little more sense to let ya know while you're around - so as to get the point across...".  Raster was totally silent, but rotated toward me with his eyes closed & hugged me back - putting his face into the crevice between my neck & shoulder.  I got my arms more completely around him & went to work giving him a hugging-massage.  Eventually, the lights & TV were off & we were once again - face2face, balls2balls enjoying the company, feelings & reactions of each other's masculine responses to the luv'n.

Raster & I hung out a great deal that winter & into the next year.  Then he began to have excuses as to why he couldn't get together.  We saw less & less of each other - until finally I figured out that Raster was having some deep emotional troubles.  His conversations with me were truncated & lacking detail beyond the weather.  He supposedly was "dating" a chick named "Linda".  Linda was a beautiful, kind & gentle person.  She had an aggressive & funny personality.  She was also a closet-dyke.  Their dating was a total smokescreen. 

Raster's distancing of himself continued.  I didn't know what the source could be until I found out that the church his family attended had a new preacher (a woman) who was really into people keeping rules & regulations.  She was very outspoken about the "hoe-mo-sexshual agenda" & even got the church to picket certain events that she claimed were controlled by "hoe-mo-sekshuals".  Because Raster's family expected him attend services, - he heard this stuff every week.  Nobody had a clue that he was taking it personally.  18 months later, he swallowed a gun.

Luk 17:1 Jesus said to his disciples: There will always be something that causes people to sin. But anyone who causes them to sin is in for trouble. A person who causes even one of my little followers to sin would be better off thrown into the ocean with a heavy millstone tied around their neck.

Raster's "sin" was rejecting himself for who he was & pulling the trigger.    He couldn't undo who he was - no matter what the preechar demanded.  The incessant message of self-hatred & the lies about God being the author - was what I believe coerced Raster to take the action he did.  His perfectionist family certainly had no room in it for "abominations" -- as they labeled such people.  Those liars preaching such messages are the ones who should be fit with a millstone.  And I believe that someday ... they're gonna meet the equivalent end. 

Raster's "sin" was not the fact that he loved guys - me in general. What we shared was tender, respectful & compassionate. The Bible agrees:

In the past, I knew little about the concept of false Jesus's & phoney churches.  Since trying to understand Raster's death, I've uncovered many examples of the things Jesus warned about -- and among those things was the mind-job false religions pull on people.  One of the things that Jesus taught was at the final judgment - many people were gonna be damned who had believed in their lifetime that they were doing God a service.  I call that the "shock-surprise" that false religion has coming for it; -- & from what I can tell -- it includes most of the denominations that have erected their banners on the street corners. 

2Th 2:11 For this reason, God will send them a powerful delusion so that they will believe a lie. Then all who have not believed the truth but have taken pleasure in unrighteousness will be condemned.

What is the "lie"?  The Lie is that men can bring about righteousness on their own effort.  In the context of same-sex attractions, it is a message that says the attractions are "sin" & that some "ex-gay" program can cure them.  First, they INVENT the sin; -- & second, claim their program can "fix" it.  They take pleasure in this folly & boast about it.  In reference to that analysis, look what I found:

Gal 1:6 I marvel [or, am amazed] that you are so quickly turning away [or, apostatizing] from the One having called you in [or, by] the grace of Christ to a different gospel,  which in reality is not a gospel at all!  There are some, the ones having disturbed you - desiring to distort the Gospel of Christ. But  even if we or an angel out of heaven [hello Moroni] shall himself be proclaiming a gospel to you besides [or, contrary to] what we proclaimed to you, let him be accursed [Gr., anathema]!  As we have forewarned and now say again, if anyone shall be proclaiming a gospel to you besides [or, contrary to] what you received, let him be eternally condemned! Gal 3:2 - This only I want to learn from you: did you receive the Spirit by works of [the] Law or by hearing with faith? You are so foolish! Having begun in [or, by] [the] Spirit, are you now being completed [or, perfected] in [or, by] the flesh?

An example of this would be the "Love Won out" media campaign sponsored by several prominent fundamentalist sects.  If anyone looks into these so-called "ex-gay" ministries, you'll find that they come & go like weeds.  Often, they get started & then the "leaders" get caught with their literal pants down doing the very thing they promise others freedom from.  Look what I found:

2Pe 2:17 These men are dried-up springs, mere clouds driven by a storm. Gloomy darkness is reserved for them.  By talking high-sounding nonsense and using as lures the sinful cravings of the flesh, - they entice people who have just escaped from those who live in error.  Promising them freedom, they themselves are slaves to depravity, for a person is a slave to whatever conquers him.

If that doesn't sum up the approach & result of the "ex-gay" advertisers ... Wow!

In the theology section of the g0ys website, I read that the very word "homo-sexual" is a profane construction & forbidden under Moses' Law.  I've always hated the term & felt it carried too much gay-baggage with it.  I now chuckle when I hear some religious bigot use it - because technically, - they're cussing every time the word comes out of their mouth!  That's irony!  So, next time you hear some religious know-it-all using the term "homosexual", replace the usage with a term like "nigger" to get the full effect of what God is listening to them "preach"!  People who wear the word like some full-length coat need to reconsider their taste in metaphysical clothing. 

Years ago, I read a letter in the newspaper that had been written to "ANN LANDERS".  It was from a married guy who was writing about having fallen in love with a male coworker.  The "ANN LANDERS" response was to suggest counseling.  How insightful.  In retrospect, the guy who wrote the letter was totally normal & writing about something I'm sure he felt like he was the only one going thru (If he'd only known that g0ys abound)!  Because "ANN KNOW-NOTHING LANDERS" leeches 'her' wisdom from conventional sources - "her" only advise was to squander money on something that can't be counseled away.  And, here I am, years after the column posted pointing out that "ANN LANDERS" shouldn't be allowed to give advice to jellyfish - not to mention,  - people with real lives!  Oh ... professional rumor has it that "ANN LANDERS" is "ANN LANDERS Inc." - and the writer varies from column to column.  Sometimes the writer is a MAN.  "MANN LANDERS" ... Hmmm.  That's an irony: Imagine a guy writing under the pseudonym "ANN LANDERS" advises a man with a crush on his male coworker to "get counseling".  Me suspects the pot calls the kettle black...

This g0y thing is merely recognition of one of the primary subsets of man2man interpersonal relationships; - A subset that is very uncomfortable with the filth & fetishes that define the logo of the term "gay"; - so uncomfortable that many of us choose to avoid the "gay" scene altogether.  As I said previously: We know that not all gay men are into filth, drag or anal.  But, as someone pointed out - all fish near a polluted beach or in a polluted stream, cove or inlet - are considered biohazards...  Guilty until proven innocent.  Why?  Statistics strongly support the assumption.  Are people who refuse to eat fish from such waters "fish-phobic"?  No.  Neither are g0ys homophobic.  However, the term "gAy" has attached stigmas - & many g0ys find the term a warning signal that says "sewer dweller".  We don't "fish" there - & some of us even came to our senses & egressed from there - permanently.

I was recently reading a post at one of the major "Gay-zines" & it was mentioned that many YOUNG gay guys don't do Anal.  Why?  I think the answer is obvious: It takes some time with bad company to get talked into the act.  Of course, with the message being pushed harder than any other message in the "gay" community, -- guys are making the mistake earlier all the time.  Guys like me simply refused to ignore our instincts against such a degrading fetish; -- & we didn't merely put a hand in the air & say "pass".  We were/are vocal with the message that guys don't phuck guys; - And anal is dirty, dangerous & degrading.  It's not just "another sexual act".  It's like phucking the Grim-Reaper; -- & g0ys don't go along.

For having that opinion, a large section of the "gay" community calls us "intolerant".  "Intolerant" is a good word under lots of circumstances.   I don't tolerate being lied to.  I guess liars might call me "intolerant".  I don't tolerate eating at restaurants with dirty kitchens.  I guess dirty restaurants might label me as being "intolerant".  I don't associate with people who casually participate in dirty, disease-spreading fetishes.  I guess people into anal-sex might call me "intolerant".  I call it "g0y", - now that it has a name.

See - this same attitude is held by lots of guys.  Most never gave it a thought.  We simply knew.  Good instincts.  The "good instincts" part in why "we" never mingled with "gay".  Most guys in the middle of the sexual road stay clear of "gay".  It's usually the ones who are far enough up on the Kinsey scale who swallow the lie that they're "different" - a "minority".  Understandable - with so many messages that talk about GLIB "minority youth".  G0YS are the dudes looking at the guy holding up the condom & we are saying, "You're full of shit; --  Guys don't phuck guys!".  Guess that makes us "intolerant"...

G0YS believe that BIsexuality is the norm (Being Kinsey-6, I'm writing from observation & not personal bias.).  We don't believe that every guy wants to hook up with every other guy, - but we believe that almost every guy has experienced attraction for a select few guys (& many have acted on this attraction).  We also believe that there are guys who are attracted toward only guys & many of them feel as if they're "alone".  Those like myself figured out early that there were a lot of dudes who could be coaxed to act on their same-gender attractions over a period of desensitizing to the fear of being labeled a "fag".  I've read it here too many times to count - how a guy who splooged with his buddy would then insist he wasn't "gay".  Indeed.  G0Y!  The current lie that suggests sexual orientation is either "straight" or "gay" is completely & fatally flawed.  There are simply too many elements that comprise "attraction" - & graphed - it causes statistical spikes to occur in the profiles of male sexuality.  Many positive & negative attractors interact in a complex manner & establish the orientation profile of an individual. 

Curiously: I have observed that many so-called 'str8' guys will settle for women much less attractive than they are themselves.  I have also noticed that many of these guys will allow unattractive women to do things to them that I (Kinsey-6) would never allow a vulgar guy to do to me.  Several years ago, I had a couple of male friends who ended up befriending an obese woman who had other problems too.  Both of these men allowed the woman to perform oral sex on them on several occasions during overnight stays at her apartment (long story).  As a Kinsey-6 male, I would have never allowed a guy in a similar state (as said woman) -- to have been intimate with me at all (Handshake, Hello, Goodbye).  This means that I, as a Kinsey-6 male, had higher standards for 'my' men then many men seem to have for women.  I can't speak for all -- but I have observed a trend among many g0ys.  We have extremely high standards - or maybe, it simply means we're not sluts...   

Now, I'll add another fascinating observation: I later found out that of the 2 men I write about, 1 of them - called "MAW" - frequented the glory-holes in adult bookstores.  As a Kinsey-6 male, I have never done that; - But a self professed "straight" guy was(is?) willing to allow anonymous men to suck him off.  Make of that what you will.  What I make of it is the profile of a morally loose person who merely sees others as a means to his pleasure.  Equal opportunity male slut.  This guy eventually destroyed his mind (drugs, etc) & ended up in a loony-bin having paranoid delusions.  
The other guy "ROCK" - eventually ended up in bed with me - in a mutual hug of deep affection while our dicks coated the other with a slick helping of hot jizz.  He said he'd never "cumm that hard before" & then went on to say that he wasn't "gay".  I didn't suggest he was.  Several months later, he proved his "straightness" by getting a woman pregnant.  Although we remained friends for some time - & I consider him warmly in my thoughts until this very day; -- It did get back to me that he has been spreading the "gay" rumor about me around his hometown.  Of course ... now that he has produced a child - that single act has altered the past where - thru his clenched teeth & flailing nostrils - his tightened arse & arched back helped his erupting cock dump a few billion sperm onto my abs.  The magical child has certainly erased that event from time!  I currently have (3) former friends with magical children capable of changing what was/(is?).  Why are these men so terrified to be connected to what they think is "gay"?  STIGMA.  Not with what actually happened in our friendship ... but what people would assume if they knew they'd "been" a "relationship" with another guy. "G0Y" is changing attitudes - especially with younger guys who discover they get turned on around other guys. 

I recently sent my friend "Blake" a link to this website.  He called me from a hotel room on a job assignment - virtually in tears.  Whereas the term "gay" doesn't fit him; ... "G0Y" fits like a glove.  The brief e-mail I sent changed his life!

See... at the website, Blake discovered that he's NORMAL after all.  He can ignore the suggestions from the 'left' that he now march in pride parades ... And he can ignore the likes of Jerry Falwell & his minions on the right (Reich?) who'll give him nothing other than a guilt-trip & suggest counseling (that doesn't have any effect other than enriching the counselor & making the counselee poorer).  Blake will discover that the time he thought he caught his buddy Kevin checking him out, - what was likely happening was that Kevin (now married with 2 kids) was actually, - checking him out.  And it's NORMAL!

Let's repeat this: Conventional wisdom preaches a message that the members of the "crowd" are mostly "straight" with a few "gay" & fewer "bi".  That belief is a lie.  The FACT is that most are "bi"(Kinsey 1-5), some are "straight"(Kinsey-0) & fewer are "gay"(Kinsey-6).

G0YS are a superset of normal MEN drawn from all who are not Kinsey-0's.  We're everywhere.  Understand?