Yes… I hear you~ When I talk to women about this very topic, they feel much more threatened. If they partner either male or female sleeps with another woman, because there’s more potential for emotional monogamy to be fractured. Breeches in Emotional monogamy seems to be more threatening than the those related to physical monogamy. Financial monogamy can also be pretty threatening to sum in a relationship… Emotional monogamy seems to be the greatest concern. What’s your perspective?
Not downplaying the very real sexual harassment/abuse situations that can happen to males but, there’s also a pretty strong sense of males being sexual and wanting/seeking/imitiating sex… One might imagine that if the “MeToo” movement was a guy movement, it would look like these gifs below…
There’s a lot of cultural and biological pressure to be sexual~ There is a lot of stigma if one is not or expresses their sexuality in a nonconformist/nonconventional way~ Abuse takes on many different faces with many different expressions~ Power exchange may or may not be a common theme but, I postulate~
Objectively look at how many people loved the movie “Call me by your name”, which, if you look is really about this older guy taking completed advantage of a very inexperienced, younger male unsure about his personal and sexual identity… The older male initiates this lad into something he really doesn’t have the social, cultural or personal sophistication to understand. At the end of the movie, this kid is left in an empty nest on the receiving end of a tele, broken hearted while the initiator goes off and marries some other interest he has cultivated in his sexual garden elsewhere and without a second thought~
it’s amazing to me how many people loved this movie but, the reality of that movie is it’s based on an abusive scenario navigated by manipulation and opportunity and using age and inexperience as a means to an end, (literally an end): Emotional and psychological manipulation for the manipulator’s personal gratification takes a front seat. The adult is so successful at it, there almost seems to be consensual agreement but, this kid really doesn’t have the experience to navigate through that decision and understand what he is being mutual about. In the end he’s left bewildered and lost. How is that hot and healthy? (For many: it was viewed as both~).
It’s just a question I have in my own mind. I know many people view this movie very differently and many loved it… To me, it seems to be more of a “taking of age” than a “coming of age” message/movie/experience~ …but, it also raises a point… What is acceptable “abuse” and what is “unacceptable abuse”? How does one clearly define abuse and advocate against it~?
I have dated/known/Love(d) victims of sexual, emotional, physical, psychological, spiritual and/or gender abuse: both males and females~ I don’t condone the abuses at all.
Also, it’s not really cheating when partners discussed, their extra marital activities with each other. My observation is that when couples, regardless of how the gender pairing falls within them, maintain a greater level of trust when the communication is open between all partners. It’s “agreements” arrangements are modified without committal, communication or broken in a way that touches on personal insecurities that can bring about lack of trust~
Then it seems to fall more into the category of cheating. Variable definitions for each individual and in each partnered relationship even when it’s a triad quad or a communal family type situation.
I have also found that the structure and agreements between partners in a relationship when there are more than two people involved are not always the same for everybody in the group. Each person provides their unique contribution to the group of a whole and then to each other. So, Physical monogamy might be more important to one individual but emotional monogamy may be important to what are more of the other individuals and financial or psychological monogamy might be a concern of somebody else… What is important, also changes over time and across circumstances, as people grow evolve.
So, what is felt or defined as cheating between two people or a group of people isn’t necessarily the same across individuals. What’s important to them at any given time is a fluctuating variable. So, Being in touch with oneself, exercising self honesty and honesty with each other can be helpful, navigating through extramarital, emotional, psychological, financial, physical and spiritual Situations/circumstances
Yes… I hear you~ When I talk to women about this very topic, they feel much more threatened. If they partner either male or female sleeps with another woman, because there’s more potential for emotional monogamy to be fractured. Breeches in Emotional monogamy seems to be more threatening than the those related to physical monogamy. Financial monogamy can also be pretty threatening to sum in a relationship… Emotional monogamy seems to be the greatest concern. What’s your perspective?
And then there’s the “bro code” mentality… and the possibility that come of them were okay with it at the time~ Males process sexuality differently than women at time~ there have been so many times that I’ve heard guys talk about having sex with somebody besides their partner and justify it by saying it wasn’t sex, because it was only a blowjob, or was only a hand job… it was sex with another guy and I with a woman and therefore doesn’t count to sex. Not throwing any judgment at all but, it’s definitely something I’ve heard from guys in the past~ I’m really not picking any sides here… I’m just adding an element to the conversation~
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LARRY IS IN ROOM 232 AT THE HOSPITAL!
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Okay, so you're asking,
"Who in the hell is Larry?"
Larry gets home late one night and his wife, Linda, says,
"Where in the hell have you been?"
Larry replies,
"I was out getting a tattoo."
"A tattoo?!?" she screeched.
"What KIND of tattoo?"
"I got a hundred dollar bill on my penis,"
he said proudly.
"What the hell were you thinking?!?" she said,
shaking her head in total disgust.
"Why in the world would
an accountant
get a hundred dollar bill tattooed
on his dick?"
"Well, for one, I like to watch my money grow."
"Two, once in a while, I enjoy playing with my money."
"Three, I like how money feels in my hand."
"And, best of all, instead of you going shopping,
you can stay right here at home
and
blow a hundred bucks anytime you want!"
As I said,
Larry is in room 232 at the hospital.
Fung Wa Bus, (5+ hour drive): I’d arrived early. First in line. It was winter and getting dark fast in China town.
Got on the bus and sat in the isle seat putting my jacket in the window seat to dissuade anyone from taking it should the bus be otherwise unoccupied.
I wanted some uninterrupted nap time~
Just before pushing off, this disorganized early 20’s lad struggles onto the bus~ Too many bags and out of breath he stops at my seat~ He was wearing tan pants that hung around his slender legs. He was tall and his cuffs slagged over his shoe tops~
“don’t say it… please, don’t say it”: was my silent thought~
I pretended to be asleep but, he stood there until finally the words fell out of his mouth: “Can I sit here~?”~
I peeked up, my sleepy blue eyes exchanging an annoyed glance into his brown impatient eyes~ His eyelashes were so long they touched the inside of his crooked wire frame glasses~
“You have to take the window seat” I grumbled hoping he didn’t have a weak bladder~
He reached over me and began cramming his bags into the foot well and under the seat ahead~
His cap fell off of his curly hair and into my lap~ I looked up at him somewhat disgusted~ He grabbed the hat and then apologized~ I didn’t accept the apology and it was obvious~ wondering in disbelief: did he “really” just grab his hat from my lap~? Another single thought: “Boundaries”~
Becoming confused with his many bags.
I interjected: “ why don’t we arrange your bags above where there’s space so that you have some legroom and we’re not stepping on your belongings”.
I offered this not because I was trying to be nice but, rather I was slightly annoyed by the commotion and wanted to resume napping~
So… “together” we sorted out what he needed near him on the trip and positioned the rest of his household in the overhead storage~
The bus began shaking and the air brakes hissed as the bus door closed and we rolled away from the curb~
Getting comfortable again, I decided the inner arm rest would be mine but, his constant fidgeting led to his elbow knocking into my funny bone… That’s never fun at the time~
Refusing to relinquish my claim on the armrest, he nuzzled his arm against mine~
I was now offended as well as annoyed and briefly contemplated the worth of the $5 ticket~ Was this a bad choice~? His sprawling slender legs assured me of the accuracy of my fears~
I spread my knees apart to designate the leg boundaries… The Cold War begins~
Some miles into our journey, his arm awkwardly comes to rest along mine, as well his left leg against my right~
It feels invasive and the gentle but, the constant pressure of his limbs on me takes on a new level of agitation as the bus makes its way thru the urban obstacle course of city street pot holes and sudden braking~
This guy is obsessed with his bags… Endless searching results in a sack. He digs in, removing another. The Paper bag comes to settle on my leg as he clumsily pulls out some flaky, buttery scooby snack~ The oil stains in the paper make me think “Day old”… privately to myself: “please get this off my pants”.
“That’s enough…”: echoes my inner but, thundering thoughts. I can’t endure this the length of the trip~
He eats, tiny crumbs everywhere, repositioning his forearm against mine when finished~
With the slightest pressure, I push into his forearm… It’s enough to be noticeable~ There is no response. I advance with more pressure… There is still no reaction~
The tires roll, the engine hums, the bus bounces up and down~ The war is on and my thoughts drift back to territorial pissings on a school bus years ago~ “Let this not end with someone putting gum in someone’s hair”, I think as I apply even more pressure to his arm~
My efforts seem futile. So, I begin to attack from the south~ I spread my legs to maintain my position there~ This forces him to adjust himself in the chair… his knee coming to rest under mine… but, in addition, his pinky falls onto mine~
“What’s this~???” Eye lids shut, my inner consciousness is wide open and my new awareness burns thru the dark situation with X-ray vision~ Acutely, my focus becomes fixed not only on the shared pressure points but, his pinky~
I peek ever so slightly and see his slender finger resting upon mine. Darker skin, pink border around the cuticle, neatly groomed nails… his personal hygiene is as well thought out as his take over of the seat he occupies and mine~
Curiosity overcomes annoyance. It’s become a game of paper-scissors-rock~
My turn again: I push my little finger under his just a wee tad~ Gees that engine sounds loud suddenly but, the thin sheets of silence between us unfold one by one~ Paper covers rock~
The night has fallen and the game has changed but, uncertainty is in the air~
One… two… three~ He moves slightly and in this opportunity, I remove my arm from the rest, my pinky is free and for a split second there seems to be a relief but, in our mutual regrouping, I drop my arm down and it comes to against his leg, my pinky resting on top of his thigh~ Unintentionally profound at the moment~ It’s a tie~
Seconds roll by like boulders on the road… each time the bus hits one, there is the hand to leg reconnection~ His upper body leans into the window… The soft curls of his brown hair leave tracks in the condensation of his breath against the pane and with a slight twist of his shoulder, his legs moves into me… My hand unmistakably open-palmed, comes to rest on his thigh~
The hum of the engine and soft rocking of the bus disappears under my rapid heart beat~ It gives me a hard on~
The flags have moved and the front lines along with them~ A scrummage has taken form~
I advance my play… a single, gentle and nearly indistinct “petting” is returned by an equally gentle slide of his thigh under my fingertips~ A wetness forms in my briefs and I can feel it~ The liquid bollus collects into a tear that moves from behind my balls, up the length of my cock and ejects like a pellet thru the slit of my cherry head~ The movement of the bus amplifies it ten fold~
In nearly slow motion, my fingers embrace the muscles in his thigh… it’s an easy but confident “hug”… he lifts his leg into my advance~
For whatever reason, I’m still clinging to the tactic of pretending to be asleep~
Turning my head and peeking thru my eye lashes, I see the other patrons are sleeping, or perhaps pretending to be~
With courage and a deep sigh, I shift myself… my hand becomes familiar with his inner thigh~ The tension in my pants is excruciating~
In his “pretend” sleep, he extends his legs thru the crap he’s stored under the chair in front of him… we are back to pinky play and now there is the distinct roundness of his left nut under my finger tip… I’ve forgotten about gum and was thinking that this was not really like the school bus journeys of days gone by~ This continues on instead reminiscent of a miniature petting zoo where I start out with a baby piglet but, then ambitiously go on the hunt for a hungry giraffe~
What progressed over the miles earlier seemed to now be navigated my the sway of the bus… my hand spread out like an octopus over the entirety of his crotch~
Looking over toward him, those soft curls, long eyelashes… light brown skin, nostrils slightly flared… his lips were moist… they seemed barely to touch… I could see where he missed shaving~
Wondering where the limit might be, my fingers instinctively navigated to the button fastening his pants~
This motivated him to move completely~ The ball seemed to have been blocked from its goal and the game now over, but, he then reached down into one of the bags between his feet, rummaging around and finally pulling out a large coat, not for the winter chill but, the heat of the moment~
Carefully, he wrapped himself in the coat, draping an open end over my leg and arm~
Hidden under the muse of his creative mind, my hand traveled back across the hill of his thigh, along the inner curves of his leg, turning up the highway toward the highland where there seemed a park… opening the gate, I found a forest within.
Aha~! I’d found the home of the giraffe~
The petting zoo was open and I’d found a friend~ I entered…
His fur was wet and soft like a lamb… an innocent giraffe lamb~ “My” innocent giraffe lamb~
The neck of the beast was long, slender… firm and it bent outward~
So hungry it was that copious amounts of slippery dew spilt out lubricating my hand~ I could almost not help but to slide up and down his length~
His plump veins pulsed under my fingertips… the velvet curves of his flesh helmet filled in the gaps between my fingers~ His heat radiated through my hand… The window was dripping with condensation~
In an effort to be stealthy but, none the less full of intention, my fist throttled his caramel meat… Slow…. Steady… long stokes… his body involuntarily melting into my grip~ So wet… So warm~
The bus took a sudden turn off the highway… I felt the beast thicken in my hand… looking over, the blue of my eyes spilt into the brown of his… our glances met and in single second, I felt the tip of his cock split open under my finger tips… a flood of semen cascaded into my hand~ I felt the fabric of his pants get wet~
The moment over came me as did the tension under my buttoned pants… The bus hit a pot hole, my nipples brushed against my shirt… and holding the wetness of his cock, at that precise moment, I felt my face become flushed, my heart pound, my pupils dilate: Release~
The light switched on in the bus:”We’ve reached the rest stop and food oasis. Please be back on the bus in fifteen minutes”~
Our pants were visibly wet~ Stained~ The scent of semen in the air~ How could people not smell this I wondered~?
“I think I will get a burger and use the bathroom”, he says in a shy but, friendly voice~
“Yes… of course~ Me as well”~
Jackets wrapped around our waists, we headed into the oasis~
Quiet conversation followed later on the bus: He is a young professional, engaged to be married~ Intelligent and full of ambition, his experience in life is only beginning~ This was his first encounter with another man~
We exchanged philosophy regarding human sexuality and private interests but no numbers~
The bus finally stopped, the door released its hydraulic pressure in a single, explosive burst… “Pshhhhhhhht~!” He walked out of the open door and into open arms, glasses still crooked, long eyelashes sweeping the inside of the lenses~ This boy and his many bags~ A Beautiful boy~ A magical moment~
I saved the five dollar ticket~
This is a three hour movie. It is also in Tamil, which is a fast, concise and expressive language. Regardless, the storyline is as powerful as it is multifaceted~ you can enjoy this fast paced hot action movie on the surface level but, if you have some knowledge of Indian history and culture, it’ll take you a lot further in the overall journey~ (Arjuna)~
Master can be enjoyed solo as an action film but, it packs numerous viable and profound lessons~ It marks highly in both context and content~
Vijay is a tremendous asset and powerhouse in this movie~ He is the ultimate Dad and hero here~ There is so much to love about him and this movie~
Though this movie is also presented in Hindi, my personal experience is that a translates better watching it in Tamil and there’s no distraction of dubbing~
This trailer tries to draw you in with some of the action but, there is so much more to this movie. The trailer really doesn’t give anything away.~
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