Still 2018

In reference to this previous post, https://hansondaren.blogspot.com/2021/05/2018.html it's been four years since I last had sex. 

In all honesty, I miss it, I do.

But at this stage, I'm at a place where if it happens, it happens.

Wow, this is a New for Just Me, more Kinks discovered

I am slowly realising and revealing my sexual kinks.

Today I realised another while scrolling through the app catered to gen z.

And because I watch a lot of 2SLGBTQIA++ content, white leftist creators are inevitable.

This sweet, bless him, God awful looking white man turned up on my "for you page" and almost immediately a banter unfurled and concluded in my head in under a minute.

Wow, he's ugly.

But I wouldn't mind doing him.

Wait why? He's white and skinny.

Why am I intrigued, what's doing it for me...

Ok, he's got facial hair.

But he's still white! And so pale to add!

So why?

Oh wait.

Look.

Ah... I see.

Oh... (quickly scrolls through in my head the men I've been with and realised that was indeed something I am turned on by. ALL of them had this)

OMG, ok, time for a Just Me entry.

So here's it is. Hairy forearms. 

And everyone I've been intimate with, I have vivid, albeit completely overlooked memories of playing with their hairy forearms. And as I did I remember feeling a warm fuzzy tingly feeling in my chest spreading right down to my stomach.

Oh God I miss that so much...

As much as I am sex averse, if someone manages to get over my stubborn demi-sexual wall, I actually enjoy physical proximity. I love smelling men's hair freshly shampooed.

I Love the Twist of Fate

During my adolescence, I grew up with my brother alongside two sibling cousins; a boy and a girl. We grew up together not just because we lived nearby and were close in proximity but also because all four of us were born within a four year period. Two boys, one girl, and a misfit non-binary child who naturally developed a proclivity to hang out with the girl. Not to be presumptuous but I say two boys and a girl because not only did they embraced their excruciatingly traditional gender roles, but because they developed no signs of gender dysphoria.

The four of us, being related on our mother's side of the family, were bestowed with ignorant, bigoted Christian relatives. A byproduct of that was Christmas gifts. The boys would receive the exact same gifts typically along the line of toy guns and cars, the non-binary child would receive what the boys got because, you know, they have a penis between their legs, and the girl would get a distinctively different one. Usually pink, often something that fit antiquated gender roles and many times makeup related. 

See here's twist of fate I find so exhilaratingly ironic! I have several fold more makeup than the people that gave her that gifts, plus what my cousin owns. Having also done her makeup for her engagement ceremony, her frivolous wedding dinner and for her aforementioned brother's wedding, in a cathartic reversal of traditional gender roles, I, GAVE her, makeup tips! 

I find myself secretly bemoaning several missed opportunities during the times I did my cousin's makeup to take a jab at my Christian relatives by proclaiming,

"Funny, she was given the toy makeup sets as a child while I got the toy guns!"