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12:38 p.m. - May 06, 2003 It is challenging to write without being embarrassed or ashamed and frankly, this worry is external. I, me, Jason, myself, am not embarrassed by my Sat-Sun activities but rather I worry that my actions, should I divulge them here, would reflect poorly on me in your impression of me. I realize and own that I've established my own moral hierarchy at odds with Maslow's and quite simply, am a hypocrite. A one-day-and-a-half-stand for me is different from somebody else having a one-night-stand; it is the privilege of judgment, isn't it? What's low, base, and immoral in you is my brief letting-go, a one-time-shot, an error I can overlook. Yet what happens when I don't want to overlook, to castigate myself? That's my current frame of thought; how do I reconcile or rationalize? In a perfect world with a perfect Jason comfortable with himself and his place in it, I would be in a physical and emotional relationship with a masculine man who can ply the fine line between taking charge and being overbearing, someone who knows the things I'm afraid to say out loud, someone who doesn't judge me for the things I think. I had half the equation with Spec, the - [note to self: Jason, don't be embarrassed. Just write] my being submissive or dominated aspect - but not the rest, the not-being-judged portion. I recognize Spec's need to be affirmed as a real man as his own inner pathology and conflict, but I didn't like and refused to accept his own hierarchy in which I did the things I did - submitting to him - because I am inherently a half-man as opposed to wanting to please him, from which I derive my own pleasure. There is a difference. Somewhere. It is okay to like my fantasies, isn't it? To not be repulsed by them? To not feel ignominious? To act on them? To compare Spec and myself, I would venture that I knew better of what I wanted sexually and he didn't; I want/ed to feel overwhelmed by a man's presence, I want/ed to be taken and be controlled - be a bottom, an uninhibited bottom. Spec, on the other hand, is/was conflicted by his need to be a real man - i.e., not gay - yet attracted to men and in his world view, that means he must be a top, 100% all top, all man, all macho, a role he plays with gusto. Yet the times he would bottom for me, he loved it, he wanted and liked it when I took control and spanked his ass and I think our inability to clearly communicate these wants, wanting each other to mind-read, just made a mess of things. Then there were his post-bottom issues in which he'd reassert his masculinity and hit me or top me against my will convoluting with my own desires to be the bottom, my own preference? He saw my submission as weakness, and I do too. Kind of. Neither of us knew, or felt comfortable with, the desires and wants of the other. Saturday I met [let's see . . . Marc] Marc. Saturday-Sunday we had [sex? Bliss?] an encounter. Encounters? Not surprising to note I'm struggling to talk about this. I don't know where to begin. Cut and dry: [not edited; don't know how to say, what to say] Right before my eyes rolled into the back of my head I watched my spooge head towards the ceiling when I came. I don't know how he knew what I wanted or liked, especially the things I certainly wouldn't admit to. I like being - you know. Submissive. Is dominated the right word; I'm hesitant because it conjures, for me, visions of leather and spikey things and that's not what I mean. He asked what kind of guys I am drawn to and the only concrete example I could provide was to mention that I enjoy guys taller than myself; he smiled [ooh hot and sexy] and said You enjoy looking up at a man and my heart stopped, did the annoying palpitating-will-this-turn-into-a-heart-attack-thing and I could only nod my head. It was less so the words themselves and more the tone, the cognizance. I cannot capture this experience, not because I'm ashamed - I'm half-not - or embarrassed - I half-am - but because I lack the channel. I worry that I'm weird, abnormal, that what I like is mere re-creation of the next-door-neighbor. This is where community is important, isn't it? Damn it, if you're gay and know what I'm talking about, let's be friends. To remediate this lack of channel, I resort to the tried and true: Listing. What I like/d, in the purely physical form: 1)I like older, confident guys I felt comfortable expressing myself, felt comfortable with him expressing himself. I didn't panic, I didn't freak out, I didn't have an unpleasant experience. Yes, I was shy, awkward, uncomfortable at first, but rather than making me feel bad about it, he enveloped me with him - does that make any sense? Since then I've been struggling with self-contempt; how can I say I'm not like everybody else or or or or. I can go on but you know, I don't want to. I don't feel dirty and I would do it again, but the jaded part of me knows it's unlikely. That's where I feel bad. I'm already feeling nostalgic! As wrong - see, self-contempt - as it was, again, I have no regrets. I think this is great. Struggling to understand my feelings and responses; I'll probably write about it more. I loved it. I felt/feel good; this [hot] hard-body wanted my own [soft] and I didn't panic, didn't run away! He sent me an email, has called. He likes my voice, likes my laugh; I like his smile, his sense of humor. I like how I let go a bit. Go me.
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