[reporting from Haiti]
I have written too many serious blogs. It was about time that I write something to relieve any last stress that might be remaining in my body from the hectic school year. There are also other ways to take care of that stress, like drawing, sex with my boyfriend, singing loudly with the girls in the village, hanging out on the third floor bridge at Hunter College with the silliest friends you could ever meet in New York City, etc. But writing about what happens around me, whether it is good or bad, always puts me at some ease, helping me reflect back on what happened and hopefully learning something from it. And what has been bothering me (only to some extent) is the fact that every Haitian man that I run into has six-pack abs. I mean, where the hell do they come from???!?!?!?! Not everyone in this country works out, I know this for a fact, yet all of them look like they just fell out of a ghetto Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. The face doesn’t matter most of the time, watching these bodies sweat profusely under the scorching sun, making you cum in your pants instantly. It’ always that body, that Greek-like figure that the media has drilled into our heads, viewing it as a "hot bod". Can you honestly imagine a baby coming out of its mother with a little washboard on its stomach? Quite impressive I might say indeed. But I never understood what exactly makes us be attracted to this sort of thing. The fact that watching a man in contact sports, wrestle and tackle each other, or watching some woman slither herself, Egyptian-style all over a marble floor, reflecting her oversized boobs, can turn us on so much is quite an impressive biological concept.
This also brings up the homosexuality controversy, whether people choose this path or they just fell into it. I can honestly tell these scientists that say that we chose this path, are terribly wrong. I am frankly not attracted to a woman, her breasts, and her vagina, everything about her, expect her mind, if she is in good stance. But looking at a man, his biceps, his lips with that moustache or that goatee, his lean chest, his washboard abs, the V-shape the ribs form that lead straight down to the pubic hair, the phallic shape of his hard penis with the throbbing veins along with the testicles gently hanging off doesn’t just turn me on. When it also has some color added to it, preferably some Latino or some chocolate, hmmmm…It gives me an exhilarating, unprecedented feeling that I just cannot describe but is commonly known as sexual attraction……(pauses to jerk off)……where was I?...oh yeah, hot men…so what I was saying was that maybe some things are just not meant to be understood and we should leave them as is. Every time we try to understand anything we don’t understand, we end up digging further in than is necessary and sometimes, coming up with conclusions based on how we were raised, and not actual facts.
One last thing that makes me angry is the fact as to how the female body is so objectified, given so much importance, giving the hungry wolves out there more than enough to ogle their eyes at. HELLO!!!!!!!!!! What about us gay men and women? Is there anything for us? Even porn for us is scarce, unless obtained through some obscure website, where you’re mostly going be watched and suspected of pedophilia. Shit, you’d be lucky if you see one full hard penis and testicles, without some vagina or a mouth (a few mouths sometimes!) covering it. You try donating sperm and their magazines don’t correspond with your needs (does "Round and Brown" honestly sound gay to you!??!?!). The closest they usually have for gay men is "Martha Stewart Living" and I can’t stand the bitch nowhere!!!! It is time our society realizes that it is not only made of heterosexual men and lesbians. Sharing the world has never been mankind’s best attributes, so starting at such a controversial issue is not promising, most likely to end up in catfights, gauntlets being thrown, the works. Share, my fellow compatriots, share with all those that surround, even with masturbation…and this wasn’t even supposed to be a reflective blog.
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