Super serious blog entry ahead

Nah, not really.

Curves (see in glossary: gym in which I work out) was super late-90s high school dance today. Which got me thinking about the eternal argument: were you into 'N Sync or the Backstreet Boys? Even if you really didn't give two shits for either band (which was which camp I aligned myself with), you were stil culturally aware of both bands and still had a preference for one over the other.

Personally, I would have to go with 'N Sync. Although the members of BSB were clearly the panty melters, 'N Sync had much better music. If somebody held a gun to my head and told me I had to pick which album to listen to before I died, it's going to have to be No Strings Attached over Backstreet's Back. (I arbitrarily chose the second album for both bands, so don't be all "omg but Backstreet's first album was totally better." I'm not interested.)

Seriously. Sometimes on paydays I still internally sing this gem. (Also, check out those sweet ass Night at the Roxbury head moves at the beginning.)

"O face"

This weekend was ye ol' monthly gang bang, which is always a good time. This was the third one I've been to with the same group of people. Typically around 35 men to about 5 women. This time there were a lot of newbies, which is not necessarily a problem until the party actually started and I realized I had forgotten to mention the "o face." (I brought it up at the beginning of the second party only because it was irritating the first time I went to have to stop every time to assure everybody I was okay. More explanation to follow.)

When I cum, it tends to be fairly intense. When I have multiple orgasms (as sometimes happens when I have upwards of 5 men with their hands, cocks, and mouths all over me), it can sometimes get to the point where I look like I'm having a grand mal seizure. Think something a bit like this:

 
I seize up, I buck around, my back arches, I stop breathing sometimes, eyes roll, etc. etc. For those who are unacquainted with the way I orgasm, it can be kind of scary to witness.

I have at two different occasions actually passed out while having orgasms. Luckily both times were 1:1 type of situations, and were with men that I knew and trusted. The first time it happened I had no idea, but the second time I could sort of tell it was coming and was able to warn the guy (I do come back on my own, but it's just sort of a pleasure coma for a bit).

Obligatory Buck Angel name drop

I just found out today about his documentary: Sexing the Trans Man (NSFW, duh)

Although it may never come through on Netflix streaming, I'm intensely interested in seeing this one.

I do both Jay and Jane

As a semi-related factoid on this blog entry, I have recently started wearing boxer briefs regularly again. Damn, those things are comfortable. Anyway, on to our regularly scheduled entry (which is of course a joke, as I just sort of write these as ideas pop in my head).

I like to equate my queerness to dual citizenship. Whereas the latter (holy shit, can you tell I've been working on a paper for my master's class recently?) gets to be a citizen of two different nations, I get to be part of two awesomely disparate yet completely similar genders. And yes, before everyone gets all up in arms about, "there are more genders than just two!" I acknowledge that as a possibility. So please just take a deep breath and keep reading.

Again, I don't mean to get all guidance counselor (apologies again to my giant guidance counselor fan-base). The best part of dual citizenship is being able to shut down on comparisons and preconceptions and just accept people as people. The second best part is it gives me an opportunity to bust people's chops about their preconceived notions about the "other" gender. Third is an acceptance of what I like, and how I like it, that is completely unconnected to what I'm supposed to like. That fells nice.

Never knew girls existed like you

I'm currently reading the book Incognito: The Secret Life of the Brain, mostly because Jiz Lee said she was reading it. And, let's face it. If a sexy genderqueer porn star like Jiz Lee

is reading something and finding it interesting, you better well pick that fucking book up and read it as well.

So far, it is quite interesting. And the author is quite a ladyboner.

The only issue I am encountering is ye ol' straight white male perspective. Which is not as pervasive as in, say, books like Dr. Louann Brizendine's. Which I know is a confusing statement to make as she is a female author, but it is possible to buy in and write about the SWM perspective without actually being a SWM. 


It's just sometimes disheartening to be bashed over the head with the neuroscience perspective that regardless of anything else, men like X and women like Y because hormones and beta receptors and subconscious evolutionary survival thoughts. (It should be clear at this point why I decided against a career in anything that required more than a working knowledge of science.) It's the same reason that I dislike being told that I can't have casual sex because of oxytocin, or that I'm not allowed to do half of the other things I do because somehow my lady brain should be stopping me from all of that. It's on the one hand interesting to learn about how the brain functions and what type of things are truly subconscious behaviors for human beings in general (some of the stuff Eagleman writes about as far as the visual receptors of the brain are pretty mind-blowing), but on the other hand extremely disheartening to have to always break things down to the "he said, she said" version of science, where heteros can take a quote out of a book and somehow justify their worldview because...you know...brain science.