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Is LGBTQ Pride Still Significant Nowadays?

Pride is more than just COMING OUT; Pride to me is knowing that who I am in regards to my sexual preference or gender identity is OK and that I don't have to hide behind anyone's closet door to be a successful and productive member of society. It should be a time to reflect on where our community has come from and where exactly it needs to go. We have come a long way, but we are far from equality. It seems that since there are so many 'public' out Gay folks, (Ellen, Neil Patrick, Chastity) that everyone thinks we are mainstream. We are not. We get fired from jobs, lose our housing, get bashed outside of clubs, get bullied at schools because of who and what we are. Pride used to mean something when the LGBT (Now LGBTQ) community got together to network, renew enthusiasms and become educated about issues affecting progress towards equality. Moreover, We must always take a moment to reflect on the struggles of the past, and thank those that fought them for us, blazing the trail bringing us to where we are today...

However...

Little to be Proud About: I have recently found myself in a very interesting place when it comes to what I think of Gay pride parades, celebrations and certain aspects and behaviors among LGBTQ’s. Pride should be a time for the community to put our differences aside and celebrate a small part of who we are. It is also a way of showing the world that we are here and continuing to grow. I think that for the most part, LGBTQ’s have lost their way somewhere along the line, and are now pandering to themselves and that these Gay pride celebrations have become a caricature of what pride is truly meant to be. As I ponder this entry, I cannot help but wonder how many attendees actually feel as part of a family or warm and friendly community when they attend such events? I can only answer for myself; The only Gay Pride demonstration that I have ever been to where I felt we had truly joined together as one was the Gay Pride March on Washington D.C. in 1992. There were NO strangers there at all. It would have reminded you of an enormous family reunion.

..."We're pretty much promoting the stereotypes that society has of us in the first place"...

In retrospect, I really don't think there was much unity from other people at these events, besides the people who participated in its organization in some way or form, or the ones who wanted to get into your pants. Most of the time, it's really an excuse to go out, look for a potential bed mate, or to get dressed up in some outrageous outfit, whether that be drag, leather, or something that shows as much bulge, skin, or tits as possible. There is so much emphasis placed on the raw sexual side of us at these events that they have hardly anything to do with pride. It should really be called "Gay Freaks and Sex Addicts Weekend! -- Sponsored by Bud Light".

Furthermore, it disturbs me that these events serve as a stage for what the average person out there thinks of us. We are really not putting ourselves in the most complimentary of positions when it comes to advocating for the rights we want to gain. Showing “Dykes on bikes” riding topless, outrageous drag queens, assless-chapped leathermen, and mostly naked buff men really isn't it making it any easier to demand respect from the rest of society. We're pretty much promoting the stereotypes that society has of us in the first place. I guess what I'm really trying to say is that we've come to a point where we are supposed to be more grown up and sophisticated than this. We have allowed the freaks to have the biggest voices in representing us, the average, guys and gals next door, that never dress in leather, walk around half naked through the streets, dress in drag, and just want a little more respect. What it comes down to is that we've created our own tacky version of the Jerry Springer show, and the midget lesbian hermaphrodite who has sex with her uncle's wife has taken over the spotlight. Is LGBTQ Pride Still Significant Nowadays? ABSOLUTELY...Every day should be Pride celebration day day...BUT there are those of us who want to take our dignity back. There's very little dignity left in Gay Pride celebrations these days...

June 2011 Centerfold

June Man

Chuck • 51 • Kentucky

Rough & rowdy truck-driving Chuck will be 51 this month, and graces me with being both my June Centerfold and I guess my man for PRIDE. Chuck is all man until he crawls in bed with his partner. Then its "bottom's up" as Chuck's hole takes a pounding. Chuck likes being a bottom to a musky top dad and states his current fantasy is he would  "like to have a dirty musky man play in a garage with a machanic under my caddy!  grrr !!" When not truckin' or fuckin', Chuck likes to work on his vintage Caddy...(Bottom pic...No pun intended...) Happy Birthday,Chuck & Happy Pride Month everyone! Enjoy!

May 2011 Centerfold

May Man

Arturo • 45 • Mexico

This hot furry Latin man is a new friend I met via Bear411. Arturo is a hot versatile fucker from Morelia, Mexico, who cannot seem to get enough cock. In his ass In his hole, Arturo can't get enough! Aside from the hot pictures he's supplied, Arturo hopes to add a video to this entry...Time will tell. When asked his nasty fantasy, Arturo replied “A fantasy I have is to have sex with several men, one fucks me and the next uses the cum as lube and so on...I also want to swallow the cum of many..." Guys, did you ever see such a furry ass? Enyoy!

The Art of Internet Rudeness; The Craigslist Moron

Update:



This individual has gone to great lengths to tell me off further, in fact, to the point I'm not sure I’m not being stalked. This is not the original sociopath I suspected, rather a sniveling closet mess from the next county over. Recently I received a message on facebook, (no picture on the profile…) asking if i was the person that drove around at the lake. I immediately knew who it was, and blocked him, saving the message. Several days later, while chatting with a very handsome man from Mexico (soon to be May's Centerfold...) and a couple of friends on Facebook, I received an IM via my Yahoo! pingbox from this sociopath (also saved). At first he was almost nice; he stated that "if I were nicer to people I may get more dick" or something to that effect. I advised him that I treat people as they treat me, and If I was nasty to someone then I had been given a reason, then he began with the insults; "How big is your dick?" "That small huh?" and inferring that my "Only friend is my Mother" I find it very interesting that this sociopath seems to think he knows so very much about me. We have never talked. In fact, the one time i DID try and speak to him a few years ago, he drove off. Now how should I deal with such rudeness? I leave them alone! You don’t like me or want to talk to me FINE! I will leave you be! And demand the same! The "nice one minute-mean the next" leads me to believe that there are some serious emotional issues here. BiPolar maybe? who can say...This fool has taken no time to talk to me; he knows nothing of me, yet he thinks he knows every cock I suck and everything there is to know about me. The reality is he's listened to spillway gossip that say I am a bitch, and too lame-brained, too mindless to talk to me and make up his own mind. I hear gossip all the time but I make up my own mind about people based on how they treat me, NOT what I have heard. I refuse to be a "sheeple" and be led...or misled by the tittle-tattle of bitter queens. Period. Why this idiot feel it’s his sworn duty to "put me in my place" I have no clue. Personally, I have never felt the need to just pick out someone and attack them without provocation. What I do know is this; if it continues, I will seek legal recourse. Period

Of late, it seems I have become a magnet for internet losers/psychopaths/sociopaths. Usually I let such ignorance slide and move on, however recently it seems to really be bothering me. Still, I was going to let it all go, but my friend and fellow blogger, The Breeder posted a wonderful blog entry, The Art of the Insult, so I was inspired. Or maybe just a copy-cat… Who can say...Either way I simply don’t understand the need to be rude on the ‘net. I have never been purposely rude, unless provoked as you will read. I have come to the point where I feel like the character in the 1976 movie “Network” and I want to get up out of my chairs, open the window, stick my head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" My first encounter with a nut-job was in regards to a Craigslist ad I posted late in March;

I have this guy I used to 'Play' with...

...He would get a room at a seedy motel room near theater X in Louisville. I would lay between his legs, his feet, one on each of my shoulders, bent at the knees, allowing me full access to his cock and hole...I would suck his cock and eat and finger his manhole. Unfortunately my 'playmate' moved to Texas and I haven't gotten to do that for a while....Looking for a Discreet good time tonight; Would love to suck and 69 with some nice clean cock… or if you’re really hot, You come, I suck, U blo, U GO!! I am 45, Caucasian, 5'11" 230#, red S&P, goatee 6c, Drug-Disease free, Top. I'm not a model. I'm not a troll either. I'm a very normal, very sane, blend-in kind of guy. you be 35-50 reasonably good looking and reasonably HWP; Latin Arab, middle Eastern uncut blue collar guys and guys looking for good sex and not a model or porn star step to the head of the line; NO games bullshit Stupid Questions or endless emails; replies without face pix will be ignored no exceptions... I'll respond with pic AFTER receiving yours...Please put "CL AD SOUNDS GOOD TO ME" in the subject line or it will be deleted as Craigslist spam.

Yeah, I already know…it is a bit rude. After years of playing this “hookup” game, I’ve become a bit jaded. On the other hand, the method works in real cities tho…Now I didn’t expect much of a reply to this. My area of the boondocks consists mostly of either total trolls or deeply closeted guys however I did receive one reply;

My first reply to this stupidity was “What makes you think I'm not having any luck?"; the idiot replies with this tripe; “Jeff, everyone knows you are not very popular”...Excuse me? “Jeff, everyone knows you are not very popular”? Well…He’s absolutely right about this. I am not very popular among the local fags*. Why? Because I refuse to play the little fag* games...I refuse to buy into bold-faced lies that I am told. I will not cow-tow to pretention. Ever. Period. This area is very small and only a handful of gays here. Most are not true gays, but fags*. This poor fool thinks I don’t know who he is, however he was dumb enough to send his email from his personal email address. I left his name but blocked out the rest. If it is, indeed who I think it is, he runs a Yahoo! Group that I was once in, and will have nothing more to do with. I was interested once, until he told me about being the owner of the group and that ended any possibility of him receiving any kind of sex from me. So…this poor idiot feels the burning need to be nasty to me. How déclassé to feel it’s one’s duty to point this out. I can only assume this fool has no life…and My final thought on the situation? see below...

P.S.:



I really detest the word “Fag"; To me it is tantamount to calling a black person a“N*****", however in this case, it speaks to person's character, and his déclassé acts...

Finally!

At last! A moment to get away from my ill parent. I have no regrets of taking care of them, yet I need a break. So, on Tuesday , I snuck off to the local park. With her health kind of fragile, I cannot drive to the ABS at this time. The park was awash with the usual trolls; The old guy that likes to show off his big dick, a couple of new old men, ect. I circle a few times and am about to leave when I spot this silver truck at the ramp.  The truck is parked next to the old man with the big dick. Figuring I had missed a hottie, I scope it out anyway, and the occupant is a hot younger guy. By younger, I mean not of retirement age or beyond like the other ‘cruisers'.  I pull into the gravel lot, back in and wait. Soon the truck starts up and begins to back out. he pulls into the gravel lot and passed me, waving. as soon as he's a comfortable distance from me, I begin to follow him up the hill to the main road. He turns left. I turn left. I am thinking that he's leaving altogether. Then the unexpected happens; He pulls into the picnic area, and of course I do too. I back into a space in front of the pavilion directly behind him. Wasting no time, he gets out of his truck…

I now am thinking I have hit gold in this ‘Nursing Home' of a park. The guy is young...maybe 40 if that. hair is buzzed and shows signs of gray around the temples. premature gray I am sure...Gorgeous baby face, covered partially by a pair of Oakley's. He's thin, and a bit shorter than me, jeans and a light jacket, fly unzipped. Yes! I have hit pay dirt. With a very friendly personality and a killer smile, and thick Northern accent, he began the usual awkward, mundane chit-chat;

“Beautiful day!" ( actually last Tuesday was indeed gorgeous...)

“Yes it is, Still a bit cool tho..."

“Yeah...the wind makes it worse..."

We chatted a bit more; He was asking about some of the people. I told him about a few, and he seemed to recognize some of them, indicating to me he's no tourist; he's been here before...At this point I get out of the car, and am standing next to him. he fished around in his fly a couple of times, commenting on how it was still a bit cold...“Is it?" I said, reaching into his fly. “Let's see if it is..." Without hesitation he unbuttoned his Levi's and this came out...

It wasn't cold at all...Lengthy, Skinny, ‘Manscaped' (Balls shaved & pubes neatly trimmed back...), curving to the left...Just as nice as the man to whom it's attached. I massaged it a bit, stroking it to get it hard. It didn't immediately react, mostly because it was chilly. I bent over and took it into my mouth and sucked on it for a bit, forgetting how open and exposed we are. The Corp of engineers offices is about ½ a football field away. It was broad daylight and about 2:P.M. I attempted to gently persuade him to get into his truck or the back seat of my car. He opted to stand by my car door. reluctantly, I agreed, a bit uneasy about a possible indecent exposure charge...

I sat in the driver's seat of the car, and he stood in front of me. I took his semi-hard in my mouth and began servicing him; It immediately stood at full attention and I slid my hand between his legs and up to the warm pucker between his asscheeks. He tried to spread his legs a bit but, since he hadn't dropped trou completely, he was unable to allow me full access. Oh well... he moaned and puffed in fleeting pleasure, coming very quickly. He asked “Do you want me to tell you when I am about to come?" I didn't reply. I was into this hot man and his hot dick. Shortly he announced he was about to come...shooting before he got the whole sentence out. I took every drop and left his cock clean. He zipped up and we chatted a bit. I offered (and he took...) my phone number, assuring me his girlfriend would not find it, and left. I doubt he will call. Oh well... Love is a Long and Slender thing....

April 2011 Centerfold

April Man

Jackson • 35 • Kentucky

Self-proclaimed “Nasty Redneck Pig", Jackson is a new friend I met via Bear411. Jackson is a wild boy from the hills ‘n hollers of London KY. When asked what his dirty little fantasy would be, Jackson replied; “Two or three brother and/or cousins all taking turns on me and raping me, pissing on me, and filling me full of their cum! Jackson is serious about meeting new friends, or possibly new fuck buddies, open minded and willing to try new things sexually...Enjoy!

Update:



Recently, Jackson has not been online on Bear411 nor answering any texts. Finally I sent one more and he replied, stating that he is now partnered and off the market. Therefore I have removed the link to his email. Sorry guys, this one is taken!