I felt really uncomfortable and started to leave. There were about 20 guys around the fire, and few of them were laughing, I knew that they knew where my shirt was. I walked to the river, where we were setup earlier, and found that my shirt was no longer hanging on the tree. When I arrived the guys thought I had come back for my shirt (I forgot that I had taken it back off and left it hanging on a tree) so I just went along with it, said yes, that’s why I returned. She really pissed me off and I walked out I drove 40 miles back to the gay camp site. I had only been home an hour or so before my girlfriend started giving me shit about something I did or didn’t do. Especially the dude with the Hurley T-shirt. When I got home that evening I had a few more beers and could not help but think about having my cock sucked by a guy. He was joking about leaving me until the morning if I don't hurry up. He was giving me shit about sticking around. I wanted to stick around, but I had to go because my co-worker was driving. I met some real awesome guys and was having a good time,
It was cool, even though I had to put my shirt back on, the queer looks got to be a little too much after a while.Īfter we finished serving dinner, the gay campers offered the catering crew some beers while we were cleaning up. I liked the attention I received from the gay campers. This was the first time I had ever been exposed to a large group of gay people.Īt first, I was a little freaked out, but it turned out that the only jerk was my co-worker, he was giving me shit about the guys hitting on me. Since she lives with me, that's not very often, until now.įour years ago I was working for a catering company that was providing food service for a gay camping event on the Shenandoah River. I'm straight, when I'm with my girlfriend and like to play with guys when she's not around. I live within a few miles of Front Royal, VA. Not getting fucked doesn’t make you any less gay.I'm 27 6'1" 181. Similarly, if you’re a bottom-only queen, ask yourself why. If you believe that topping is preferable because it doesn’t threaten your masculinity, then have a strong word with yourself. Not only are you saying that it's more masculine to be a top, but you're saying that you should be ashamed to be a bottom.”īasically, it could be time to seriously check yourself and ask exactly why you don’t like bottoming (or topping, TBH).
“You don't ever hear tops being called sluts, just bottoms. “If you're a bottom, you’re sometimes seen as a slut,” he says. Chris White, an expert in health promotion and the director and principal investigator of the Safe and Supportive Schools Project at the Gay-Straight Alliance Network in San Francisco, takes this one step further. “With bottoming there is the perception that you're giving up your masculinity because receiving a penis is something that women do,” Miller adds.ĭr. The ongoing fetishization of masculinity means that the traditionally submissive role of the bottom is associated with effeminacy. “What I mean by that,” he says, “is that cultural forces within the gay community prize topping over bottoming.” It could open up a world of possibilities.Īs Miller explains, there are outside forces that, dating back to the ancient Greeks, have prevented gay men from truly digging into what sexual behaviors we might actually enjoy. So, with the help of some experts, let’s take a moment to dismantle what you think you know about topping and bottoming. Sure, people have a preference, but now could be the perfect time to escape the top or bottom prison you live in.
But it ought not to be impossible to sexually switch things up. These two subdivisions have their own rules, stereotypes, and in-jokes, and can sometimes seem as if they’re at war with each other, rather than both working together for mutual sexual pleasure.Īll of this can make trying different things daunting, especially if you’re a baby gay venturing into this world for the first time. But often, penetrative sex can feel divided into rigid binaries that make being a top or a bottom seem like a cult you’ve signed up to for life, and one that you have to declare as soon as two (or more) consenting men decide to take their clothes off and rub up against each other. This is clearly not the case, especially for those people who consider themselves versatile ( HIYA). Legend would have you believe that once you’ve earned your gay card, a Harry Potter–like ceremony occurs where, instead of the Sorting Hat, a giant magical butt plug divides all gay men into two houses: tops or bottoms.