Poppers! drugs! booze! bring it on?

And now since I do want to get back into slightly more active blogging of my sex life (and teach the little gays of India what I wish I had known when I was younger :D), and hope that someone gets something good out of it, I'll post another sleazy entry.

So what's with poppers? For people who are not aware of what they are, here's a primer -
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poppers

I mean, I was having sex with this Slovak dude recently, and he was totally into them. I've never taken them, and did not intend to take them, but he kept pressing them below my nose and asking me to inhale - till I finally got annoyed refusing and acted like I did inhale.

'First Indian dick in my mouth' he said gleefully after two more snorts.

'Not the first Slovak cock in mine' I retorted, before finally asking him - 'so what do poppers do for you?'

'Good for fucking. I like' he said in broken English.

So if you're looking for a moral in that story- please stop - there's none.

Or maybe there is one - if you don't wanna do drugs while having sex, and sometimes it get's difficult coz booze, drugs, and ciggies so easily tends to get clubbed with sex - especially anonymous sex - DON'T. if you really wanna try it, go ahead, but don't let anyone force you into something you don't wanna do :)

Indian Gay History 101

Ok. So everyone kinda claims that India's history before the mughals and the British overran the country, constituted of acceptance of same sex love and blah blah blah .... and then they inadvertantly refer to the Khajurao sculptures.

So today, I deceided to check out those sculptures (While sitting in the comfort of my room - not by actually going to Khajurao :) )

So I've posted 2 pics, the first of which is captioned "Monk sexually caressing a layman, who salutes him respectfully." (Looks like Mr. Monk gives a great handjob)




The second is captioned "Hermit monk performing auparashtika on a princely visitor." (It's p[retty evident that auparashtika means blowjob :D - I'm putting these 2 up inspite of not having an Above 18 warning on the blog *_* - you see, everything goes in the name of religion in India !!!)




And then I find some Wikipedia arguments that point out that these are not actually depicting homosexual encounters. That the men are actually women (or the other way round or some such shit.) If it's up to me, I can't understand a damn thing in those sculptures - except the two big dicks - one being swallowed and one being 'caressed'

Hmmm. So my rather short search ends in limbo. Situation not confirmed.

Rim baby, rim!

Ok. What’s with the disgusted face most of us Indian gay guys pull at the thought of rimming? Rimming rox man - and there’s no two opinions about it. For the totally uninitiated, here’s the wikipedia article which describes it as some organic-chemical process or something.

Yes. I’m talking about good ol’ anilingus. It’s when you lick or kiss your lover’s anal opening for erotic stimulation. I once talked it over with a rim-hater.

“It’s distatsteful,” he said. “How can you lick that? Shit comes out of there?”

“How can you give blowjobs then?” I shot back like my sassy self. “Piss comes out of there!”

“That’s different!” he stated, but I was convinced I was not going to lose this one.

Even good ol' AJ winces at the thought of rimming - or rather he deosn't wanna discuss it - but he did admit once sheepishly that he loves gettig rimmed. So for those who squirm at the thought of rimming, guys, please get over it. So you can plunge your manhood in there and go crazy, and you can’t stimulate your lover with a little tongue dance? Hmm. Kinda like a double standard. And kinda sad, coz I sure as hell enjoy getting rimmed, and I’m sure everyone else would as well.

And for those who wanna slicken their rimming techniques, here’s a link that shows us how. Enjoy :D

Hindu / Japanese tattoos on pornstars!

So a few months back I screwed around with this French dude. And he came on real strong and me inflicting a line on him made him even more eager (“You’re French right? The French are supposed to be great lovers. Prove it!”). And boy you should have seen him go. And after some time I flipped around and burst out laughing. He had A giant tattoo of Lord Ganesh on his back! He was annoyed that I, beingan Indian, found it funny.

And as I explored more parts of his body I discovered shloks in Sanskrit, the Swastik symbol and even Ganesh jee’s mouse on another part of his anatomy.

“You do know what you have on your back right?” I asked SG after we were done with our humping routine. (he’s gonna kill me if he finds out I write about him).

“Of course I know; It’s Lord Ganeshaa” (with the shaa pronounciation) “He's the lord of destruction,” SG stated triumphantly.

“Err no,” I pulled a face, “He’s not the lord of destruction. In fact we take his name before we start anything good and…”

“Of course I know!” SG cut in rather irritatedly. “I am a Hinduist after all.”

I sighed. “It’s a Hindu. Not hinduist.”

Go figure the French hinduist wannabees. Anyways, since I can’t post SG’s full photos, I’m posting the tattoo on his back. He still will kill me you know, if he finds this blog.



Anyway. That got me thinking about ‘Hindu’ tattoos that various people have that they don’t even understand. I know Beckham’s 'Victoria' and I’ve seen ‘OM’ dozens of times, epecially on gay porn stars (wonder what our moral police would say about that).


And then I started noticing in my daily recreation activitiy – in watching gay porn! – and boy, a lot of porn stars have 'OM' on their bodies.




And even more have Japanese symbols. And since I’ve done quite a bit of Japanese and am familiar with the entire Hiragana and some Kanji, I could read most of it. ‘Love’, ‘Electricity’, Intelligent' seem to be most common. And I’m taking a few screenshots from good ol’ gay porn and posting them here :D (can you see how Neurotic and obsessive I get sometimes?)

Jaipur - Pink City Indeed.

I’ve lived in Jaipur for a few years. Enough time to get to know the local gay crowd in a rather intimate manner. And it had been a terrible experience – and a wonderful one at the same time. I mean, I did fuck around a lot, and got to understand the eccentricities of the gay scene there – and that’s what I wanted to share.

Jaipur is gay! I mean – I’m saying it. If you know the right places to find people, the right parks to hang around, even cruising spots and theatre halls, Jaipur has it all – it’s gay as hell. I mean it’s called the Pink city right? So there’s this website called guys4men. It’s been rechristened gayromeo or something, but I’ve not used that account for more than a couple of years now. Anyways. So you sign up for free and viola – instant gay hook-ups. But wait – not without the speed-bumps; the hiccups.

So you log on and people either have a fake pic, or have their dick/undie pics or a pic taken in such a vague manner that all you can use it for is to make out that it’s the profile of a human. And once you start chatting – you’ll get used to the proverbial “Hey Dear, do you have a place?” That’s the first thing guys will ping you with. I mean, who the hell says ‘Hey Dear’ in India? And that too in real conversation? And I used to really dislike the whole ‘Do you have a place?’ come on. I mean, I know I’m on a site for hook-ups, (though it says it’s for personals and finding true love as well – Ha! Good luck with that!), and I know that while women need a reason and a proper person to have sex with, men just need a place, but still…

My good friend AJ (I’m gonna use only his initials otherwise his mom would spank his 25 year old ass if she finds out what he’s been doing), used to cringe at my behaviour.
“Why the hell do you need them to speak good English?” he would ask. “All you wanna do is fuck! So why the hell do you want some suede sophisticated dudes?”

“It gives me a sense of security!” I would wail, though I knew my hypocritical ass had been handed over to me on a platter.

But anyways, Jaipur was one helluva place. Kinda good and kinda bad as well. With the high influx of foreign tourists, there would constantly be Jaipurites clamouring to get some Firang action. And since the local fag population (or should I say online fag population – yes, I’ve reached a point where I am comfortable with calling myself a fag!) wasn’t that high, Everyone had slept with nearly everyone – I mean you;ve heard of 6 degrees of separation? Ha! that cnebarely define it. Jaipur gay scene is more like 2 degrees of PENETRATION. And what’s even better (or worse) is that everyone knows who’s slept with who. Talk about efficient grapevines! And everyone used fake ID’s and names. And EVERYONE is deep in their closets. I mean REAL deep. This whole sex / gay thing is kind of a dark secret they would never let out. (can you sense some hypocrisy again?) I mean between me and AJ, we had a listing that covered who was there on the scene and who wanted to join in, who had taken it up the bum from who, who was how big (I’m not talking age here), and who ives the best blowjobs, and who was using a false name even though he knew that others knew that he knew that…. You get the picture. It was awful. But you’d still find me prowling around for a new fuck every other week.

But then that was also the place I met AJ. And we’ve shared an amazing friendship since. And despite what one might think, there’s been no transfer of bodily fluids between us. I mean if there are 2 fags and they’ve known each other a long time, they must have fucked right? Nope.

So anyways, that was just a background to the pink city – and where I’ve spent countless nights waking up in strange beds. But more on that and more graphic details for another post.