Well, so what? It's about me, not him! Sheesh! And though I do kind of lean mostly in that direction (straight) myself, the first true love of my life happened to be male, OK? It was platonic for the longest time, but things do happen eventually out of curiosity, and our encounter was something worth repeating. Also, he is quite easy on the eyes, so. . . And then there's my favourite mullet-head. That one is of another gender. From a psychological perspective, I'm not quite sure what exactly what that gender may be, but we do NOT share common plumbing, which works for me.
One of each is nice. The diversity of experiences is incredible, and the sensations can be over the top. And before anything, we are friends, first and foremost! The only commitments we have to each other are the ones we make ourselves. We demand or expect NOTHING from each other, and if no one is at risk for injury, anything goes. We are completely unconditonal with each other, and it WORKS! The group having the attitude of not being able to do enough for each other, helps. And though we do banter a lot with word play in fun, we never fight. One day I may publish some of the things we have said to each other. Uh. . .maybe. Or on second thought. . .
Also, I must say the fair sex seems to prefer the story set to um. . .sausage casings as one lass I know that does NOT live with us, insists on calling the schlonged ones. (All right, so I am publishing some of the banter right here.) Well, OK! Unless they're gay, emo, as iconoclastic as Hell, or have other issues.
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