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Hate (3 of 3)

Hate (3 of 3)

A blind leading the blind mentality seems to permeate the world. We don’t want our children to be taught about sex or they might have it. Yet we all have cocks and vaginas and asshole and clits.

Then there’s this thing called the Internet and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which goes where. Before you know it, little honors student and Christian Jessica Jane Lister is pregnant with football quarterback Cody Wall’s baby and they’ve both got genital warts.

We want our schools to teach creationism but not evolution but we don’t want our churches to support science. Hell, the Georgia Legislature is trying to pass a law that citizens have a right to carry guns into their churches, so we can kill the preacher if he says something blasphemous (like Jesus turned water into wine; wrong! Jesus turned water into grape juice).

It stands to reason that a lot of the hate I’ve garnered causing people to protest against Str8Cam Jeff Opens new window of a page on this blog and others steams from a misunderstanding of my most controversial posts about stealthing.

I know a lot of my readers think stealthing is hot, hot, hot. You jerk off to it. It’s the forbidden fruit. All of us have fantasies we all enjoy, just beyond the borders of what we’d really do.

Then again, it might be something we do.

In the barebacking world, there’s bug-chasing and gift-giving along with a Russian roulette of who-the-fuck-cares breeds us.

But I am known for stealthing, for giving the world the top 10 tips for stealthing Opens new window of a page on this blog, for explaining barebacking in meaningful ways that there’s no denying what’s really happening.

I have been deceptive. And that’s not explaining all my motivations.

The Entire Truth

Whenever I watch a magician — even someone like Lance Burton or David Copperfield — it’s become second nature for me to figure out how the trick is done. It’s not really hard to do. I can’t stand to watch “America’s Got Talent” and to see Howie Mandel be amazed at a relatively simple trick and to say, “I don’t know how you did that!”

I can tell you.

When I began the entries on busting condoms, taking condoms off and other forms of sabotage, the outrage was palpable. Most hated it. Many thought I’d broken some sacred contract.

How, I have no idea. Anonymous sex is just that. Why they have this higher-than-mighty sense one must adhere to a code when fucking someone who you don’t even know their first name, I don’t comprehend. Why? And especially why when one knows the other person isn’t put into any harm.

The mighty think that the stealther has some puss-filled cock shooting out disease upon infection and reigning some destruction upon the other.

Nonetheless, until I started writing about it, no one was.

I don’t count myself as some savior. I don’t. But I do see some of what I wrote as an education.

I do explain if you’re stupid enough to want to fuck in places where you’re not going to know your top or bottom, how one might protect oneself. How to bring your own condoms, monitor the use of the condoms and maintain your own safety.

You are accountable for your own safety. No one else.

Welcome to Real Life

It’s so very odd how some consider this bond of sex sacred even though you’re fucking with a stranger. For example, if a journalist is speaking to a source and the source wants to go “off the record” — meaning the content to follow is not to be published or broadcast — the journalist must agree to do so verbally as well. It must be stated so and both parties have to make an agreement.

Pulling out a condom just with the assumption someone will wear it doesn’t work that way.

I’m not saying this stuff just to piss people off. I’m trying to get reality to sink in. This is how the world works. Assuming an asshole top who wants to get off raw or a bottom who wants a load is going to fuck according to some honor code is just plain stupid.

 

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Hanging Chad

Hanging Chad

Chad-Massage-TherapistI’ve pissed off the massage therapist blond Chad Opens new window of a page on this blog.

First, I enjoyed myself. I wanted to hit him up again for another session.

Second, I’d gotten a few e-mails from folks asking if the hottie ever would entertain barebacking.

Chad had written me a nice note thanking me for the review shortly after it appeared. I’d e-mailed it to him.

Apparently he forgot it.

For all the nice things I wrote, he focused on one section:

I’d like to say he’s a little down on his luck, but his attitude seems so cheerful as he’s figuring out where he wants to go. Or maybe he’s just a wandering gypsy nowadays. … since his hotel room is so damn small, he can’t really accommodate a massage table.

After a little exchange where he seemed confused after thanking me for my review, he sent me this:

I am by no means down on my luck, or a nomad. I know exactly what I want out of life. I still have no idea where the bareback thing came from.

I’m not really worried about what people say about me online. I put myself out there so I expect a certain amount of bitterness. You can’t please everyone.

I got another response.

I’m actually a very happy person. I make tons of money and work at my own pace. No I do not bb.

Let me explain my reasoning. Perhaps Chad is just frugal. I don’t mean to assign anyone’s particular motivations to their choice of accommodations. But when it comes to cheap chain hotels, Chad at least stepped it up from one that didn’t leave the light on for him. However, the $39.99 a night on the nearby interstate didn’t help making it seem a little low-end.

I usually respect people and a certain degree of their privacy. When I wrote that his room was small, it was tiny. Moreover, Chad’s belongings were crammed and stacked — neatly — into absolutely every single space. The path from the door (by the bathroom door) went to the end of the bed. Both sides of the bed were crammed full.

I don’t doubt he’s about as “happy” as he could be — or at least he’s got a great attitude. And I know some people are nomadic, enjoying traveling the planet. Hell, if I were young and hot, I think I’d do it.

No bitterness was intended. I always explain the space where the therapist works. Is it a tidy, tranquil, dedicated massage space, the messy dorm-like room or are you afraid a teetering mountain of belongings stacked to the ceiling might tip over and fall upon you? I believe that this is important information for a client to consider.

I like Chad. I still do. But he’s extra sensitive, snaps back fast and can’t take the reviews he’s going to be subject to in his profession.

I’m not going to drop his rating. I still want you all to support him when he visits. But keep in mind, he’s got ‘tude.

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This is the 500th Published Post to iBLASTinside.com Bareback Blog

This is the 500th Published Post to iBLASTinside.com Bareback Blog

Mile Marker 500Another milestone reached by this blog. This is entry 500, meaning there are 499 other pieces for you to read here of utter nonsense, jack-off material, opinion and more. This doesn’t even include the some of the guides.

Some of the pieces were written in 2002 and 2003, although not posted here originally. But this blog has been around since 2009 and tells many stories. Some are quite personal, including those of my sexual abuse as a child Opens a new window from this blog and the Deceptively Fun stories that started it all Opens a new window from this blog.

My story has evolved in many ways but the essence remains true. I bareback and I love it.

Questions of My Status

I figure this might serve as good of a time to answer questions of my status that rise yet again. I’ve had people make many assumptions on both side of the fence, which is perfectly fine with me. But in such, they’ve claimed to discover declarations I’ve made here on my blog that I am one way or another.

I have not claimed definitively on my blog what my status may or may not be.

When certain people ask what my status might be, they ask it with motivation to allow or disallow a bareback fuck. You’re a part of a club that gets to fuck bareback. I want to fuck. So I attempt with powers of deduction to conclude what the desired answer might be and I tell them what they want to hear.

I do this because I do not believe in serosorting Link Opens in a New Window.

I explain more fully in this rant from 2009 Opens a new window from this blog about HIV status. But let me assure you, I’m not disclosing my status except to tell you what you want to hear.

Enjoy 500

And enjoy my mysterious DNA.

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On My 11 Resolutions of 2011…

On My 11 Resolutions of 2011…

Looking back on 2011, let us just say that the year that was is a year I would gladly not repeat. But I did give myself 11 Resolutions for the year and, actually, I’m surprised that I accomplished a few of them.

A resolution, it seems, is like monogamy — a vow meant to be broken. So let’s see how I did:

 

11. Quiet Moments, Yoga or Some Shit Like That

Nope. Never happened. At least yoga didn’t. 0 for 1.

 

10. Fuck a Porn Star

No. I fucked a friend of a porn star but not a porn star yet. 0 for 2. Not looking good.

 

9. Indulge My Photography Bug.

Third strike. Nope. I tried but couldn’t get anyone decent looking to pose for me. All the volunteers were ass-ugly. 0 for 3.

 

8. Lose Inches on My Waist.

Finally, something I have done. Lost four of those! Does it count as four? Alas, nope.

Of course, that hottie of a tragically straight trainer and his incredible body helped me too much to achieve that. But his motivation didn’t last and I’ve stopped going to him because it’s a little inconvenient right now.

I’m 1 for 4.

7. Get Me Another Pair of Diesel Jeans.

A stupid resolution since now that I’m not a full-figured gal anymore, the jeans I have don’t fit all that well and I’ve abandoned the Diesels I already have. I’m not counting this one.

 

6. Stress Less by Fucking More.

I’m going to give myself a YEEE-HAW and yessirree on that one. Despite some dry spells (and an abortive experience in Northern California, Days 1, 2, 3 and 4), I’ve bred more than 150 asses this year. That’s a good year.

That puts me 2 for 5.

 

5. Tattoo Time…

I didn’t get one. Not quite yet… 2 for 6.

 

4. Getting Friends Back or Getting New Ones.

Later in the year, when I was trying to get one of those friends back, I realized I didn’t need him.

In general, the friend situation hasn’t changed. 2 for 7.

 

3. Vacation.

Done. Had a good one. 3 for 8.

 

2. Write a Damn Book.

Nope. I made a little headway on a couple of them, but I never finished. 3 for 9.

 

1. Get a Job I Love.

Mission accomplished, just days to spare. 4 for 10.

 

So I’m running 40 percent. Not bad. Let’s hope for better in 2012.