How Open Is Your Mangina?

Yes, you heard me right. All gay men have vaginas...that doesn’t only imply to the sisterly bottoms ONLY, but also to those who claim themselves versatiles or tops. It’s the way God created us...they don’t call us QUEER for no reason right?

Anyway I’m dating this guy, B, who is a real queer. Open minded but sensitive; Energetic yet mellow in behavior; Soft in personality but rough in bed; Campy yet funky; Wild yet tame; Goes around the world for peace walk but doesn’t mind showing off his middle finger; Soft spoken but his favorite curse word is FUCK.

I had to ask if he was high in drugs. No, thank God. Or maybe he has a split personality?

B opened up the meaning of the GAY world to me (ahem…because he’s soooo gay!) which is so different back home. We did all the things that a heterosexual couple would do – long passionate kissing in the restaurant on the first date; and holding hands while walking around the museum on the second.

To tell you the truth, I was pretty nervous initially although I’m a queen who craves for attention. There were stares and glances all over us. A man looked at us like we come from Jupiter. But it was fun…knowing that you can be openly gay in certain areas in LA.

What I learnt so much from B is – it actually feels REALLY good just being open and be yourself. I don’t give a damn if my classmates think I’m gay and I don’t even think twice by saying the words like “my bf”. The aliens from Mars and Venus (straights) would give you a funny stare, but eventually they have to get used to the Jupiterians in this planet Earth.

Being open to the rest of the world is one thing, and being open to yourself and to your lover is another issue.

We don’t call ourselves queers for nothing. We are born special with talents and tastes. If we keep on giving shits on what the rest of the world think of us, we end up living in miseries.

God bless the Queers,
Miss Vaginalla.

Honey, We Don't Have All Night!

So I finally decided to sleep over at Chris' place after the 1st date. Yeah I know it's too soon, but I don't wanna end up knowing his dick is only 3 inches long after 3 months of dating. I can't afford to waste my 18 years of youthfulness beating around the bushes, can I?

Everything went fine. He picked me up from school, wearing his favorite irresistable cologne that drives me crazy. He cooked us dinner - pasta with cream sauce, sauted zucchini and brocolli, and delicious tangy flavored shrimps. Most of them are from the packets or Ralphs, but I don't mind all that.

He baked me banana cake...after I told him that my favorite fruit is banana. He made me banana milkshake early in the morning before I went to school again. (He fed me with his own banana after all the desserts that we had, which I was glad that it wasn't 3 inches long.)

How domestic...does that mean he's a...bottom?! Gosh, saying that sends a shiver down my spine.

So, I decided to explore more. After all the kissings and huggings, he asked if he could massage me with aromatheraphy oil. I nodded with anticipation of course. It wasn't exactly a big turn on, partly because I was so ticklish all over; and another part is he's doing more caressing rather than massaging. *roll eyes*

So after the massage we continued kissing...then hugging...then kissing...then hugging...

MORE *roll eyes*

I love kissings and huggings, mind you. But I simply don't have the mood and time to kiss and hug all night long! While my hard on is still on, you better do something before it turns off!

So I waited...impatiently, but dare not say a word to hurt his feelings, until I couldn't stand anymore, I fell asleep! Seriously, I was so fucking tired after the classes I had the whole morning and afternoon. Not to mention the late night before just to finish my assignments. I'm not saying that I just want to have sex and get off, but kissing and hugging for more than 1 hour is more than I can bear.

It wasn't the worst sex I had, but definitely not the sex that I wanted too!

The question of whether he's a bottom still haunted me. I know I know...I should've asked the first time we chatted online. But I'm just a girl, I make mistakes.

So I finally made up my mind to tell him that we should just be friends and bla bla bla...but how can I do that without actually hurting his feelings when he's so all over me?

If we keep on seeing each other...we'll be having bean curd desserts instead of banana cakes, banana milkshakes or just bananas.

I'm in Love...

...with a violin player. Especially when he was playing the sad and depressing Irish song "Danny Boy", I almost in tears. Gosh, he looks so deliciously sexy and I have never thought that a violin player could actually turn me on.

On and off, he gave a quick glance at me during his play. I know he wants me....I can tell from his eyes. He's just too shy to say it out.

Oh my...I can't get him out of my head. I can still see so vividly the intense expression of his face, the jerky movement of his body and the glances that he threw at me just melted me away.

If only we were alone that time...