The labels of pleasure are often the limitation of pleasure.
I am a human being, a sensual being, a sexual being, a man of pleasure.
I’m not gay, straight or bi.
I’m not a primary partner or a secondary relationship.
I’m not a sub or a dom, a bottom or a top.
I’m not a swinger or monogamous.
I’m not bi-curious or have tendencies.
I’m not Tantric, I’m not Taoist.
I’m a being of pleasure.
I’m open to experiences, to connections, to moments, to exploration, to learning, to feelings, to sensations.
I’m not open to everything or everyone.
I am discerning.
And the more I experience, the more I learn, the more I grow, the more discerning I become.
My no is as authentic as my yes.
I allow myself to share as I choose.
I allow myself to love as I choose.
The sharing and the love may be for a moment or a lifetime.
In the moment of choice, whether your hands, your mouth, your body, be of man or woman, has no meaning.
In this I am able to experience, express and explore freedom.
I am able to experience, express and explore all aspects of myself.
For the labels define me.
And being this or that means I do this or that.
And I don’t do this or that.
So as much as the labels define me, they limit me.
And as much as the labels define me, they judge me.
In the moment of sharing, bodies open, hearts open, souls open.
We transcend barriers, we transcend fears.
We simply become.
For there is you and I.
We touch in the communion of eyes, of words, of skin.
Deep, deeper we travel.
Across the line of limitation.
Across the line of contraction.
We are revealed beneath the masks.
And what is revealed is beauty.
