BB and the young bois**soapbox warning**

I love bareback sex. I love slipping into a man using spit for lube, I love the hot soft feel of his skin on my skin, I love the connection, and I LOVE leaving a huge load inside a lover or having a big load in me, on the more infrequent occasions that I'm on the bottom.



But it's pretty fucking risky, and really not such a good idea. Beside the obvious HIV issue, there's the recurring rash (Herpes), the bumps (HPV) and the drip (clap/chlamydia). I'm not saying I've never done it (I have), that I completely rule it out (I don't) or that I will never do it again (because I definitely do, from time to time).



But so many guys today, especially the under 30's, seem to think they can just run around collecting loads, fucking raw, maybe catching HIV, maybe not, and it's no big deal. What the fuck? HIV isn't so glamerous. Check out the dudes on Hollywood Beach who have had it for years, have huge guts, veins sticking out on their arms and legs, and cheeks that have sunken so far they look like skeletons. Not so glamerous.



I'm all about skin on skin, but please. Save it for somebody who means a little something. Love yourself.

Why the hell not?

I've been reading the blogs of all these other guys and their sexual expoits--some of them hot, some downright disturbing--and I thought, "what the fuck? My sex life is as interesting as anyone else's." Who knows? Somebody might think it's interesting enough to want to go out on a date with me. Certainly it will be interesting enough for a few people to rub one out.