Of Sex Pigs And Ex-Pigs
Posted in Behind the Scenes, Personal on September 27th, 2006 by Bob(Permalink)
Besides running GayHankies.com, the other half of my work comprises programming and consulting for some clients who have their own web sites. One of them, my friend Keith, has proclaimed that this month is the “Month of the Sex Pig.†Makes sense, since September started with Decadence and ends right after Folsom Street.
We’d planned to launch a new web site for him and his business the beginning of this month, but technical and personal issues caused some delay. But here we are, finally online. If you’re a pig, or just dream piggy dreams, go here to check out Adopt A Sex Pig.
As for me, these days I have to admit that my Pig Credentials have expired. Yes, there was a time when I spent hours at Slammer, and there was a time when my ex and I hosted sex parties of upwards of seventy guys at our home, and there was a time when I used to drive out to the park on lunch hour, suck some cock, then happily go back to work. And there’s a time when I fucked guys in a bar, right in front of my partner with his endorsement (”Have fun, dear!”), then went back to share a drink. There’s a lot of other things I used to do, up and down the hanky code, but I won’t go into the details right here and now.
Now my life is much quieter.
Perhaps it’s the onset of middle age, or perhaps it’s me becoming more domesticated. With my partner now non-sexual with his health issues, with two hyperactive dogs and a cat, with a house and yard, with a business, and more, there’s always things happening to keep me here. Yes, Dorothy, there really is no place like home, if the home is happy and fulfilling.
Working with porn sites and hook-up sites, I do get a little overexposed to sex. One naked picture starts to look much like another. And when you’re writing a database that lets guys record their dick sizes and sexual tastes – over and over and over again – it can get old. Or as my sister told my brother when he joined the Navy twenty-fixe years ago, “It’s not just an adventure, it’s a job.â€
Honestly, I’d love to put some of the adventure back into life, and into sex. On the other hand, with the opportunities and occasions reduced these days, I’m choosier than ever. My partner and I have always been “open,” and more than that, we always talked about finding a third man to add to our household. For me, that Pig site is fun for “window shopping.” But in my real life, not the fantasy, the best adventure has always come when I run into a man unexpectedly. Something clicks. We simply have to connect, either for a few minutes, or — in the case of my partner — for six years and counting.