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A Sheep Among Wolves
Very rarely do prey wish to be consumed by a predator. Well, this is exactly the case within this community. The community in question is the gay male Chub/Chaser community.
Peaches AlexanderPublished 6 years ago in FilthyThe Importance of Coming Out
If you're gay, lesbian, bi, or anyone who may be struggling to come to terms with their sexuality, at the beginning of your journey, you may have a humungous mountain to climb before you get to the top. For some people, they will have to simply walk up a hill, while others will need to climb Everest. Coming out to others is a different experience for everyone who faces the challenge depending on who they are coming out to, where they are coming out, and of course their own thoughts and feelings.
Nathan AllanPublished 6 years ago in FilthyFragments of a Transwoman
I feel it again. Can't concentrate, incessantly aroused — it's coming on stronger this time. Couldn't sleep last night. Tossing and turning. Too humid. Terrified of having the dream — knowing I'd like it too much — I can't lose control.
Discovering Who I Truly Am
Hi, I'm Nate. I'm just a normal 15-year-old who does normal 15-year-old things: I watch Netflix, I eat (a lot), I sleep (a lot), and I also happen to be gay. To me, my sexuality doesn't define who I am; it is just an aspect of who I am. But anyway, that's not what today's story is. Today’s story revolves around my journey of self-discovery.
Nate ChrisleyPublished 6 years ago in FilthyGrowing Up Gay
Growing up, I always knew that I was different than the other boys in my grade. I was never into football or any sports for that matter regardless of how many I participated in, and I always preferred befriending the girls in my grade. My masculinity was always questioned especially in my middle school years when sexuality became a prominent topic and my differences started to shine through. Self-discovery is one of the hardest things someone has to go through in their college years, but being a gay teenager, that process had to come way earlier for me.
Gage RobinsonPublished 6 years ago in FilthyGirl Meets Girls
I feel a warmness across my face. I open my eyes to see the sunlight beaming through the crack of my curtains and I quickly close them back up. I reach for my phone which I always have safely tucked under my pillow. I peak at my phone to check the time and it appears to be 1:43pm. The first thought streaming through my foggy brain is, "What happened last night?" With my mind still unclear of what happened I get up to have a glass of water. My mouth feels like I've been sleeping with cotton balls stuffed in there all night. After three generous gulps of water I head over to the bathroom. As I'm urinating, for what feels like forever, I look down at my arms and see several stamp marks on both sides of my inner wrist. On my left side there is a black dog paw print and also a blue thumbs up print. On my right side there is a black butterfly that is half smudge off and a red fine print that wrote 'PASS'. Looking at these stamps made it clear that I was out crashing numerous bars in The Castro last night. Castro is a well known street located in San Francisco, California. It is best known for the gayest street in SF. There are tons of gay bars, crazy sex toy stores, and even a little bakery that sells penis shaped cookies. I absolutely love The Castro. It feels a lot like home for me. Well maybe because I'm a lesbian and I like to drink and dance and I like doing that in Castro. I obviously did it last night. After releasing all the Adios Mother Fuckers, Long Islands, and beers from last night, I look in the mirror to see the person staring back at me has dark circles around her eyes and long black hair that look like she's been in a aggressive hair pulling fight. I turn on the faucet to brush my teeth, then I head back to bed. I grab my phone and check my text messages. As I'm reading my messages from my partners in crime last night, my mind is becoming more clear about the events that happened. I met a woman. I'm twenty three and I've been going to Castro for a little over two year now. So I have met my share of interesting ladies. Most girls I encounter I like to make up nicknames for them. Not because I forget their real names, but it's just a more fun way to remember them by. Here are some of the most interesting ladies that I’ve met.
Why Lesbians Watch Gay Porn
I’m a lesbian and I watch gay male porn. Lights dimmed, door locked, and clothes off. A masturbation session usually starts with these three things. Once I’m in my bed with my private browser on, I have an internal battle with myself on what porn to watch. Sometimes I’ll go through 10 lesbian pornos, all brightly lit blonde babes with fake boobs fingering each other's hairless vaginas most likely still wearing their 6 inch stiletto heels. Nothing ever happens, no matter how hard I want to orgasm. I almost always end up watching gay porn.
Harriet GutierrezPublished 6 years ago in FilthyTwo Girls
Not once in my life did I ever think I would end up with two girlfriends. I've always been a ladies girl cheating on my partner and so on. I did always want them to get along but never really became a reality until just recently. To top it off they are sisters like they say two is way better than one. They have been the best I've had when one isn't there the other one is.
Angie RamosPublished 6 years ago in Filthy2017: Year of Self Discovery
After that "new relationship start" period everything went well for the consecutive three years, in which my girlfriend and I have been together through thick and thin... at least until the prophetic day arrived:
Alba OngaroPublished 6 years ago in FilthyLoner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 5
CASSIAN Nude art wasn't anything new to Cassian. There were hundreds of paintings and handmade sculptures within museums in his home country, and even in his family's estate. He couldn't explain why participating in a nude art class was nerve-wracking for him, but he never backed down from a challenge. Perhaps it was due to all the snickering from the men he shared locker rooms with during his high school and college years. Cassian still remembered the hazing in those locker rooms before soccer games. He'd like to pretend they'd just been jealous of what he could offer women in bed, but he'd be lying to himself if the names they used to call didn't hurt him to this day.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in FilthyYou Ask, I Tell: Being Gay and Getting Away with It [Chapter 2]
Chapter 2: Fellow Bar and the Incestuous Gay Entourage It all started very innocently. I would meet up with friends like Bill, the prissy one that can judge you with a smile, and Rhoni, the batshit sailor who would playfully punch you when he was drunk. Ace, the towering giraffe of a man, would begin to flirt with me, wrapping his hands around my thigh, and squeezing till I laughed like a school girl. We would meet at Fellow for drinks and they would invite me out to do things like go ice skating or go eat with them at a curry restaurant. I was extremely nervous about letting my guard down. Yes, these were my gay friends, but I was a military officer and was scared of getting into any trouble whatsoever. Aside from concerns about Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, I was concerned about perceptions of fraternization, the act of engaging in friendly or sexual relations with an enlisted member, something considered a crime under the Uniform Code of Military Justice. When I went ice skating for the first time, I sat alone in the corner quietly eating a cup of noodles while everyone else sat and made fun of people busting their ass on the ice. Ernesto, this quiet sailor who totally rocked a bushy mustache that made him look like the Mexican version of Ron Jeremy, came and encouraged me to relax and join the group. As time passed, I did put my fears aside and relaxed, and as I relaxed I noticed, “Hey, these gays are hot!”
Carlos CoronadoPublished 6 years ago in FilthyYou Ask, I Tell: Being Gay and Getting Away with It
Foreword Don’t Ask Don’t Tell was a policy instituted by President Clinton in 1993. While intended as a mechanism for LGBT servicemembers to serve in the Armed Forces, it created an environment of fear, blackmail, and intimidation. Over 17,000 servicemembers would be discharged from the military under this policy before its eventual repeal in 2011.
Carlos CoronadoPublished 6 years ago in Filthy