A Dancer's Pride

I was hanging out by myself on the pier writing down some ideas for new projects while reading the newspaper. This particular pier in New York City is very quiet and comforting. I can walk on it and instantly feel like I’m in peace. So when I feel I need some peace and quiet, I will come to this pier and get exactly what I’m looking for.

While lying in the grass I began hearing footsteps. I looked up and there was this half naked dark skinned male strutting down the walkway side of the pier. He didn’t have a shirt on. I could see his boxers. It was quite an unexpected thing to look at when all you wanted to do was enjoy some quiet time on the beach.

He left the pier for a few minutes. I thought I was away from him forever. Then I began to hear a group of French men sitting behind me talking about a man strutting on the other walkway on the same pier. I turned around and there was the same dancer I saw before still strutting. He wasn’t the least bit tired. There was a moment when he stopped and posed in front of the couple. Then he continued his way down the walkway.

For most people, they would look at that person and say that he is making a fool out of himself. No one finds him interesting and all he’s doing is looking for attention. That’s not how I felt when I saw the dancer. I looked at him as a confident person who was going to be with him without a care in the world of what everyone thinks of him. If he wants to strut down the walkway like a shirtless model, he will do it.

Its unusual situations like this dancer that influences me to live the life I truly want to live. I never let others try and control my life neither do I let society define. I do whatever I want with my life and will continue to have pride in it.

Are You Still The Same Person From High School?

I don't think of high school that much. The memories of those four years are slipping away by the minute. It's kind of weird when you think about it. People say that high school is supposed to scar you for life whether it's good or bad. And yet, here I am, not really affected by high school.

All I remember is being that silent, still kind, shy person that was hardly talking to anyone. I was very private about my life due to my dysfunctional family, being bullied because I was the guy who was into technology and glee club instead of sports, and the struggle to accept my sexuality. I wasn't open about my life at all. It was a very difficult time.

I was not only on a journey towards accepting myself, but also looking for true friendships and true love. Everybody knows that when you break up with someone in high school, it feels like the end of the world. I sure had my share of those relationships and went through the emotions. The same thing applies to friendships.

Then once graduation was slowly approaching, I began to change. It all started when I sat down in a chair and said to myself "Do you love yourself? Do you accept everything about yourself as a gay man who loves glee club and computers? And do you give a damn about what others think about you?"

It was then that I became the person I am now. I am now this confident, calm, kind person who is completely open about his life. I am letting out all of this large amount of natural energy every day. I am now not afraid to tell people my stories. I even make a living writing and talking about my funny life. Ain't that a coincidence?

By the time graduation even came, everyone knew that I was different. I was still kind and friendly to everyone, but they knew I had this fiery temper if you pushed my buttons to the limit. I can deal with a lot of things. I have tough skin and a large amount of patience. However, if I am pushed to the max (and I'm talking about days of dealing with crap), that's when I explode. And back in school, if I exploded, everyone noticed it. My balls grew bigger and I knew how to use them.

When I look back at the person I was, I don't even see him anymore. He is fading away completely. I always thought that I would still be that same person. Not the depressed man, but the quiet, private person who wouldn't want to talk to anybody about his life. The only thing that's the same about me is that I'm still the shy type. I can't help it. It's stuck with me.

After years of leaving those four years behind, are you still that same person from high school?

Conversations With Your Penis

When it comes to sex, the one thing that men appears to not be incredibly vocal about is their secret conversations with their partner downstairs. I'm talking about the partner deep inside their pants. I'm talking about the one thing that they are self confident about on a daily basis. I don't need to tell you what it is. The title says it all.

For women, it's very obvious that they talk about their breasts numerous times. Whether it's talking to them in the mirror or having a conversation with their friends, a conversation regarding their breasts is always going to come up. That's why the majority of us are prepared for things like that to happen. If you're an only child, your conversations with your breasts is like talking to real life sisters.

Well what about men? Do we have those same type of conversations? Absolutely.

Even though it's not publicly displayed as it is with women, men do have independent conversations with their penis. Men, have there ever came a time in your life when you're alone in the bathroom completely nude, and you just happened to be talking to your partner downstairs? Have you ever had that short moment of cockiness with your partner?

I for one will admit that I did something related to it. I remember standing in the bathroom completely naked. The hot water from inside the tub heated me up so much, I was erect for a full half hour. Even when I was out of the tub, it was still fully excited.

"Oh really," I said while looking down at it. "Even when I'm not in the mood you can't control yourself. You can't stay up to save your own life. What do you want me to do? Take a picture and put it on my blog? Not gonna happen."

It was the first time that I visually remember having a short conversation with my penis. It was a short moment, but it was still a conversation. At that point, I began to think about the numerous men that does things like this. What do they say to it? How do they feel when they say it? Is it somewhat cocky or a form of self-confidence? If women can speak publicly about their breasts, why can't men do it as well with their partner?

What are the conversations you have with your partner below the belt?