We are three friends scattered across the globe, each navigating life as gay Zimbabweans.
So, it has been a long time without sex. I am horny like a rabid dog, in summer, in heat. I am masturbating religiously, I figure it is my daily prayer—not exactly the kind my mother had in mind but it will do. I know that I could easily get on Grindr, or Tinder or Jack’d or …. But I choose not to. The decision to stay off “The Apps” has been one that I most proud of this year. I am really happy about that and in many ways, feel born again. I have resorted to only meet guys face to face and to take it slow if I have to. The thing is I am good at sex, I know how to get fucked. I say this, not to boast but as a statement that just is. Like how one would say I know how to walk or I know how to use Microsoft Excel (like the actual modeling not that addition in columns and rows bullshit). But the thing is, I want more. I want more than good sex, I want good sex and good conversation and good laughs and good hugs. Yes, I know I sound like a grandma knitting her grandchildren’s awful Christmas jerseys but I have known since early on that my soul was that of a 70-year-old woman. But also, us gays, want more than just good dick. I mean of course size and stroke game are deal breakers, but so is lack of wit and care for me. I am not even looking for a soulmate or whatever bullshit Disney is paddling out these days, I am just looking for someone worth more than nine inches.
I know I sound like a spoilt gay bitch, but maybe I am. Sue me for wanting more to life than getting my back blown out. But in the meanwhile, my hands are going to have hold me from going mental and blowing a gasket.
Also, girls, I will be back with Ariana’s, no drag but drag, Thank U, Next. Do your homework and chat soon!
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