‘Black men’ see hits to my blog soar!

I am intrigued, its seems as though there are many out there who have the same interests / fantasies as I do… the black man! Since my post entitled, ‘The things I could do with a black man’ it seems that hundreds of people who have used the search term ‘gay black men’ have found their way to my blog.

So, I would like to know… what is it that interests you about black men?

I dont quite know what does it for me, I love ‘thug-ish’ black men, the time who would force me down a dark alley, pull their jeans down and push my head into their dick as they force me to take every inch of their cock in my mouth, using my mouth for their pleasure. This scenario would end up along the lines of this black man forcing me to bend over, taking me up the ass and riding me hard, the only way a black man can 😉

Ok, now I am hard! This is my fantasy…. whoever you are, checking out this blog because you search for ‘gay black men’ what turns you on about black men… perhaps you are a gay black man yourself… PLEASE leave a comment?

I hope to hear from someone!

Ghana’s secret gay community

Take a look at this link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/6445337.stm

To be honest I am greatly saddened. Our history lessons at school tell us of the struggle of women to gain their equal place in society, their vote, their meaning, their worth. Hollywood films give an all too realistic account of the apartheid, the white domination of the black man, human beings treated as property, as slaves purely because of the colour of their skin.

However, today we hit the 21st Century, year 2007 and all around the World homosexual individuals live in fear, they live as a secret undergound society who remain in fear of being beaten, neglected and unloved because of the lifestyle that they are born with. At the same time the outside world, the ‘straight’ ones look on and view in disgust at the lifestyle that theys ‘gays’ have ‘chosen’.

This divide is huge, this naivety is incredible and in within this silence there are screams of pain.

When will this stupidity end? When will these individuals, just like myself, be allowed to live without fear, judgement and prejudice?

When will our history lessons recount the freedom and liberation of homosexuals that has taken place, allowing young people to discover who and what they are without fear?

And, more importantly, what role will I play in the pursuit of this freedom?

At what point did you choose the colour of your eyes?

Was it in the womb? Did you hear a voice, or was it a feeling? Where colours put before you and even though you didnt know their names you selected one and that was the colour of your eyes? Or was it when you came out of the womb? Did the colour of your eyes turn the same colour of the first thing that you looked at?

Of course they fucking didnt. You didnt choose the colour of your eyes, it, well, just happened.

At what point did you choose to fancy the opposite sex? I will not write out a ridiculous set of possibilities again. The point is you didnt. You did not make a decision to fancy the opposite sex, to get turned on by them, to want to jump into bed with any hot individual of the opposite sex that your eyes fell upon. That didnt happen, it wasn’t a choice.

Homosexuaity and bisexuality is exactly the same deal. I never woke up one day and thought, hell, you know what I am going to make my life incredibly painful and difficult and have a passion for both men and women.

And painful it is. The other morning I woke up screaming out to a ‘God’. I asked him why.

Sometimes I just want to be normal. I want to know what it is like to find a woman attractive, to be with her, to be her man, to give her children and to share my world with her. I want to know what this feels like. I don’t. I doubt that I ever will.

Right now I see a girl, she is beautiful, I want to kiss her, I want to hold her. I turn around and a man stands before me, his arms are strong, his body speaks of boldness and strength and he has a damn cheeky grin. I want him too.

Do you think that I made a decision for my life to be like that? Of course not!

If a decision was thrown your way, there are two possible outcomes. The first, the rest of your life is amazing. The second, your life is sheer hell. Do you really need time to think about which option you will take. No.

Look in the mirror, the colour of your eyes will remain the same. They wont change. It is the same with my sexuality. I am stuck with it.

I sincerely wish that I wasnt.