Try again

Good evening blogger world, I trust this post finds you all happy and well; and incase your wondering I'm fine and dandy thank you very much - as is my boyfriend. I hope I didn't shock you too much with the post last night about my excursions into cross dressing, it was just one of those things that happened, something I guess I had to try out at some point - I have a very open and inquisitive mind when it comes to such things. The worst thing about that whole episode wasn't the dressing up, it did nothing for my sexual gratification but I didn't mind doing it in the confines of the bedroom, it was the whole girl thing. I maybe gay but I'm still a guy and I think of myself as such, so the be called a good or dirty girl was weird and somewhat disrespectful regardless of whether it was said in the throes of sex. I appreciate we all have our own little sexual fetishes and desires - and I guess that was his, it turned him on but still. He should have kept such thoughts to himself and left the words and statements unspoken.

That and I genuinely do think towards the end he did see me as a girl in his mind - it turned me off completely. I like guys to fancy me because I'm a guy - that's the whole point of being gay; it's exactly how I portray it anyway - I fancy guys for being guys. Anyway it finished and I went on to better things, much better things. I may have also been somewhat unkind in my original post by saying he was probably a closet bisexual who had a wife and kids because I don't honestly know. For all I know he could have been a single gay-boy with a strange fetish, or lived with his mum or something - hence why the hook-ups were always on his terms and at my house. Whatever he was, it was wrong of me to judge, I know being judged because of your sexuality is hurtful, I hope he found happiness, love and understanding.

This post was meant to be about something completely different but I've side-tracked again. I'll share my original thoughts in another post; I'll try again....................