So, I'm Blogging Because...

My BBC: 10" long, 6 1/4" around

Recently, I have begun consolidating my online sexual persona to a single identity - BallGravyDRB.  For one, it is simpler - versus having multiple usernames across multiple sites.  Also, the consolidation process has given me a new perspective on my sexual interests and experiences.  So, I figured I would take the time to talk about them in blog format.  I expect 3 people to read this, but that's fine.  Frankly, I'll be surprised if 3 people read this.

My issue: I'm what the gay male community would consider a chub.  I'm fluctuating between 250 & 260 pounds right now.  I'm down from my peak of 320, but well above my "hot" phase of a lean 190.  Yet, despite my fluctuating weight, I have managed to be a very promiscuous top.  I speak, of course, of the B.B.C. (Big Black Cock).  I have one.  It has served me well, regardless if I am 200 or 300 pounds.  However, I am becoming increasingly disappointed in my sexual experiences because I have grown bored with those who worship the B.B.C, and nothing else.

Being bored with sex isn't a new phenomenon.  But for me, it brings in a whole slew of other social issues that flow through the LGBTQ community - issues not easy for many to discuss.  There is racism - casual and blatant - in our community.  And when it is brought up (by people of color) it is usually dismissed (by white people).  And, frankly, I am tired of having the discussion.  Sometimes, I just want to fuck.  And having a long discussion about racial inequity and stereotyping with the guy I am going to fuck is a boner-killer.  Then again, for me, another boner-killer is the guy I'm fucking calling out something racially-charged mid-coitus.  It has happened... more than once.

So, I will be yakking about sex.  There may be pictures.  There may be a video or two.  But mostly, I am going to use this venue to vent into the ether, and see if anyone else is getting frustrated with the way things are.  And, it's not just going to be about racial stuff.  I am also irritated with the apps.  I came up just at the tail-end of cruising.  Tea rooms, public parks, and whatnot - they've all disappeared.  And while the convenience of ordering a fuck from your phone or your computer is nice - I don't find it nearly as fun.  I miss bar culture - fucking in back rooms, etc.  Bathhouses have been relegated to a few larger burghs across the country (U.S.), and the larger ones feel less like baths and more like over-glorified dance clubs with a gym attached.  I miss seedy.

Anyway, we'll see where this goes.  The B.B.C. is both my gift and my curse - bringing as much joy as it does drama.

There are days I wish I were a bottom.


-D-