The clue's in the name

There must be something wrong somewhere Blogger friends and as far as I'm aware my boyfriend and I are fine so it must be something else. You see we've just partaken in sex together which is nothing unusual, far from it - it's quite usual and very frequent I'm glad to report, but it was on a cataclysmic scale; and I do not use the word cataclysmic in jest.

I thought I was going to die it was that good, in fact it was better than good - it was better than anything you could ever imagine in the world ever. Do you get the gist on how super-duper fantastically good it was? And when I climaxed, oh my gosh, my boyfriend had his mobile phone in his hand ready to dial 999 - I was literally gasping for breath (the mobile phone/999 bit is a joke by the way!) Which got me thinking about something, somewhere being wrong...........

I'm not a religious person and I don't really care what other people think of us - as long as they leave us alone to get on with our lives in peace then that's cool; and as a result we'll leave them alone to get on with whatever makes them happy. Well kind of, because I've found a major flaw in their beliefs I wish to share. It's no secret that God (if you should believe in such) looks upon gay relationships with disdain, he (if God is male) doesn't dig them - it's not what he put the male of the species on this earth to do. We were put upon this earth to form relationships with females, to have sex with them, to procreate and then take our nice little wife and 2.4 children (or whatever the average quota is these days) to church every Sunday and pray for mercy, salvation, forgiveness and whatever else your supposed to do at such gatherings.

In short I wasn't put upon this earth to fancy the pants off other men, to have sex with a select few (dozen or so), to form a relationship with my boyfriend and hence not procreate. But if that's Gods honest truth then why did he make gay sex so spectacularly awesome? To the point where I honestly thought I was going to die in the most blissful way imaginable tonight? I mean if we're not supposed to do it then why not make it the worst possible experience you could ever imagine thus making us as unhappy and sexually frustrated as the majority of straight couples?

I'm not looking for answers dear readers, so unless they're particularly funny then please do not feel the urge to write in with yours; I'm just kind of thinking out loud. I guess the simple answer relates to the clue in the name we're given - gay. I for one and my boyfriend for two are happy...............