Mangilan-ngilan lang talaga ang nakikita kong blog na nagco-cover ng ganitong klaseng topic… sabagay mas maganda nga namang pag-usapan yung masasayang bagay diba? (Pero diba masaya rin naman to?). Masaya rin yung part ng bloggging kung san puede mong tirahin ( and I meant rants and pun intentions) ang napakaraming bagay sa mundo…
And you don’t even have to become anonymous…
To whom would you share your deepest secrets and desires? I doubt you would even share it, talk about it even… but being anonymous, I guess it can strike a thought or two…
Sex…
Kailan ba ako namulat?
I started like most average guys did… Watching porn with curious neighborhood kids, wala yung magulang sa bahay, nasa out of town siguro… VHS tapes pa non, ang closest porn source eh tabloids, at hindi ko na kailangang mag-enumerate ng mga tabloids.
Unlike ngayon… Internet is for porn nga daw diba? Haha… Wala naman akong porn stash na umaabot ng 20 or 30Gig… mga 2Gig pa lang….
After watching my first porn, I felt weird the whole day… I can’t think well, everytime I would close my eyes its there… and that night I first masturbated… and immediately the weird feeling, its gone… parang may pinakawalan kang ewan at gusto mo nang matulog agad…
Nung una… curious ka, inosente… pero after one-two hours ng panonood… hindi na curiosity yon… Libog na! and from there it would hit you…
Some person hide it good, some person handle it well, some person become loose and really lose it… Some enjoys it casually without making a reputation… and some person you can’t even imagine would harbor such thoughts…
And that’s the part where you enjoy anonymity… We all have our “regular” lives… and its an open secret, but when we talk desires of lust… ibang usapan yun…
I have stories to tell… and adventures to reminisce, it might not be as good or as yours, might not even be worth telling. Telling how ridiculous it is can be such a rush…
Usapang libog… hormone rages… seeking for a cure? I somehow do, pero may gamot ba dun? Think theres none… I don’t think I’m really searching anyway…
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I wonder if I'm the only one with this kind of struggle, how come when Im H()#$^ it can be such a pain... as if I'm not myself, as if I'm somebody else... Is this a sickness? Human Nature? I am searching for a cure... But somehow I think I don't...
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