Do I Still Want?

The psychological side of my sex is fucked (no pun intended).  I feel in the middle of a tightrope, unsure of the way to go.

Do I want to be a top (the one who uses his penis) again? Or do I stay in retirement and be the bottom (the one who uses his ass) ?

I know lots of my followers are cool straight people, so I have to make sure they understand the gay terminology of my reality.

Antoine is a bottom and I’ve been fucking him. But as delicious as he is, he is not my addiction. At least not yet.

All the rest of my sexmates are tops, I know them longer, and our affair is lot a more familiar. As a matter of fact, I saw Randy tonight.

Randy used me and abused me as he usually does… because he takes forever to cum… which I’m not enjoying much lately ’cause my days are long and he pretty much kills me with his cock… See, I’d rather have a guy who fucks me for 20 minutes three times in one night, than over an hour only once.

As I was saying, I’m unsure of the role I want to perform.

I was a top all my life, but I’m conscious that I no longer have the energies of my youth and I’m extremely competitive with myself. I know Antoine likes me the way I am and he enjoys me sexually, BUT my problem is me.

Part of me wants to give up on him, yet I hate to give up… Therefore, I’m seeing him tomorrow morning in our first nonsexual date.

I guess that means (despite of the chaos in between my legs) I still want.

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Quebec’s “BURKA BAN”

Quebec has passed a sweeping ban on face coverings, barring public workers from wearing the niqab or burqa and obliging citizens to unveil when riding public transit or receiving government services, ushering in a law believed to be the first of its kind in North America.

The legislation was adopted on Wednesday, capping off two years of work by the province’s Liberal government to address the issue of state neutrality.

The resulting law has been condemned by critics who say it deliberately targets Muslim women and will fuel the province’s simmering debate on identity, religion and tolerance.

Philippe Couillard, the premier of Quebec, was defensive as he addressed the new law.

“We are just saying that for reasons linked to communication, identification and safety, public services should be given and received with an open face,” he told reporters.

“We are in a free and democratic society. You speak to me, I should see your face, and you should see mine. It’s as simple as that.”

Now, I live in Montreal (which is part of Quebec, for those who didn’t know) and I’m having mixed feelings about this.

While I agree with Couillard about identification, the new religious “neutrality” law shouldn’t have taken place beneath the National Assembly’s official CRUCIFIX!

In other words… Yesterday, under the gaze of Jesus Christ suffering on the cross, Quebec’s governing Liberals stood as one and voted into law a “religious neutrality” bill.


Seriously, what’s really going on here?

I’m a proud Canadian citizen and I have embraced every cultural aspect, language, and lifestyle of this progressive society, but something’s NOT RIGHT in Quebec.

Quebec is largely white, Roman Catholic and intolerant, especially outside Montreal (’cause Montreal is pretty much The Tower of Babel). And God help anyone stupid enough to mess with the Catholic symbols (btw I AM Catholic too, but I CAN’T) like the giant illuminated cross that dominates the summit of Mount Royal here in Montreal.

Yo les amis this law is NOT about identification, but Muslims! Point à la ligne.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of humans displaying their faith in front of everyone else (’cause you should keep your beliefs at home) but I am not going to tolerate a Muslim woman being dragged from a bus, in front of her children, because she dresses as she pleases (even if she’s not eye candy because we don’t get FOR WHY? And WTF?)

Quebec already DISCRIMINATES those who doesn’t speak French. Now this!


I’m sorry but we are better than this, we cannot live in fear like our American neighbours (sorry Americans but you’re always great examples of No thanks!)

What about people that wear their hoodies well over their faces (which I do in winter). Can they board a bus? What about a SWAT team? What about balaclavas in winter? What about those whose faces are disfigured and choose to cover them? What about those who wear surgical masks when they have a bad cold or do not want to catch anything on a crowded bus? What about fetish sluts wearing all sort of masks asking me if I’m down to fuck? (Yes! This example is also valid because it’s MY blog!)

We cannot live in fear of what may or may not happen in life.

This so-called religious neutrality law is an evident Trump-level LIE!

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Timeless Classic Of The Day

Trust by QUEEN Ayumi Hamasaki

I believe in myself, take one step forward, and I feel like I can go anywhere.
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Speaking Of Pop…

A Bologna-based digital artist, who goes by the pseudonym Dito Von Tease, has started a fun series that combines unexpected pop culture icons to create hilarious characters with pun-filled names.

Melting Pop is fan art, but more irreverent. Melting Pop is geek art, but more cult. Melting Pop is culture jamming, but more disenchanted.

Melting Pop is a project of creative mashups, in which apparently discordant pop-culture elements become homogeneous in their names and images. Melting Pop draws directly from the infinite repertoire of pop culture images: famous and fantasy characters, superheroes and cartoons, pop icons and everyday objects. As they are mixed, they get into new forms, well-known and misleading at the same time.

Cute, nice and clever!

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Pop Glory

My favourite pop songs are the ones tinged by sadness. Go figure.

You’ve read this blog for few months, or years if you’ve been here since the beginning? Then yeah, it’s no surprise my favourite pop songs are the ones that are really just weeping ballads camouflaged by a dance or house beat.

Old or new, the formula is the same.

Take for example Kylie Minogue’s Disco Down... A song that makes me think of old flames because “I can’t dance with no one else” or Robyn’s Dancing On my Own…

I was working for a gay porn company when that song was popular, and they used to play it often at the music station we had at work. During that period I was going through my breakup with Bunny.

The great thing about this song is that if you ever find yourself at a club, a gay club presumably and you love dancing, it talks to you… Which happened to me at some point.

It’s saying, “hey, you, there, dancing by yourself, I know how you feel, that hot guy doesn’t want you anymore because he found someone else, and that hot guy also happens to be your ex. I understand. Fuck him. Forget him. Just dance. Have fun. You don’t need him”.

And then, without the dance beat, when it’s slowed down, when it’s acoustic. It becomes a different song entirely. It’s about sadness. It’s about regret. It’s about guilt. Its’ about longing.

But even then, even when we strip away the production of the song itself, we just get to the lyrics of the matter, there’s a hope in the song. A hope that “Yes, you’re not the guy he loves but keep moving. Dance.”And that’s really the genius of the song.

And dancing your body only communicates one thing, “I live. I keep on living. Without you. I miss you. I live.” It’s an insane thought to miss someone so much but still keep on living.

But life goes on and love stuff happens from the beginning of time.

Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody is pretty much proof of that, and it hits upon that certain gay guy who loves to dance and to dance with somebody.

In short, I have nothing to add to a song that already speaks to everyone who ever hears it. But maybe I should mention a song that to this day is on my top five. Not fifth, but a song in my top five with no particular order. The song is, Rihanna’s We Found Love.

Maybe it’s because I have memories to the song itself (with my next boyfriend, Jaden). That I did find love in a hopeless place… 

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Quiz Du Jour

Sweet and kind, but can be a total badass, especially when her loved ones are being threatened? I approve! Click

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Gord Downie Has Died

Gord Downie, singer of the Canadian rock band the Tragically Hip, has died at age 53 from glioblastoma, an aggressive form of brain cancer.

He was diagnosed in December 2015; only two per cent of glioblastoma victims live as long as three years after diagnosis.

In the summer of 2016, Downie said goodbye to a nation of fans by doing a final arena tour with his brothers in song, the same four men he met at a Kingston Vocational Collegiate Institute in the early 1980s, the same four men heard on the very first Tragically Hip EP.

No major performer in the history of Western pop music had ever staged a tour of that scale while living with a terminal diagnosis. And yet, it was not the only unprecedented personal achievement of Downie.

Even politicians paid tribute Gord Downie following his death, praising him as a musical legend, loving man and strong advocate for reconciliation with Indigenous people.

Tears flowed from an emotional Prime Minister Justin Trudeau‏ as he delivered a statement today on Parliament Hill.

Downie was appointed to the Order of Canada this past June, hailed for his music as well as his social activism.

As I mentioned on a previous post, one particular song from the band marked a wonderful time in my life.

Now, I have to make clear that although I consider Downie a great talent, I was not a crazy fan of the band. The Tragically Hip was a popular band but there were/are lots of  better acts in Canada. In short, I certainly have deep respect for everyone’s loss and any band who so thoroughly represented Canada.

RIP good sir! 

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