Memoirs of a Manwhore

You might not believe it but in my young years, I had a bit of a reputation.

Inthe beginning of this postI am going to warn you. You may find this terribly cringe-worthy as the kids say. I took a very amoral view to sex from a young age. It was something fun to do. I just wanted to have as much sex as I could get my hands on. Hence, why I’m writing this post. If reading about the bedroom exploits of others is not your thing I implore you to stop reading now. I will not speak of any explicit acts (I have my secrets) but I will generally talk about some of the fun I’ve been up to.

Boys Just Want to Have Fun

I was young and I wanted to have fun, a lot of fun. I grew up pretty sheltered. I grew up in the church where sex was a thing only to be done in marriage and gay sex was an abomination. I found myself on the campus of a public college, freshly expelled for talking about being gay and ready to experiment. And experiment I did. I asked girls out and I told people I was gay. I had the feminine gay affectation which many people thought was fake to start with. Sometimes they still do think that and I find it very insulting. I’ve always spoken the way I speak. My voice has gotten deeper as I get older. Either way, I was single and ready to mingle and I didn’t waste time. I didn’t find too many male companions at my small campus so I started going out with any woman who said yes. I was indiscriminate. I would ask girls out and if they said yes, I’d go out with…