And Welcome to my new blog. This is my first blogging experience so please be gentle with me. Since I am busting my blogging cherry tonite. I might be a little tender. hahahahaha
So here's a little aboout me. I'm a 47yr AfroAmerican Male and I reside alone in North Sacramento, Calif. I am very intelligent, college educated, jack of many trades but master of none. hahahahaha I relocated to Sacramento from Chandler Arizona via Oakland, Ca. I moved up here because after living off and on in Chandler for 4+years. I had become accustomed to the desert heat. And when I moved back to Oakland full time, I found it waaayyyyyyyy too cold. So, here I am; 4.5+years and going strong. I love it up here, mostly.
I am single now, since my lover and I broke up in Jan 2005. When he had to return home to Japan. Yeap, I guess you could call me a Rice Queen. Guilty and LOVING it! My Japanese lover was GORGEOUS! And HUNG. hahahahahaha He's a really nice guy most of the time. hahahahahaha Aren't we all?
Hey MT! "How you doin'?" hahahahahahaha That's my Wendy Williams shout out to him. LOL I just love her, dont you? For those of you who dont know her, she is the New Oprah. Remember when Oprah was all fun and fabulous? Not like now, where she is all preachy and pushy! If it wasn't for Whitney and the Concert show of this season, I still wouldn't be watching her show. hahahahaha
I just want to tell her to get over herself!!! All she has is a BA degree in communications, that doesn't make her some guru or BIG BRAINIAC! But like most celebrities. Once they get a little money, ok ok...in her case it's a LOT OF MONEY! They they everyone should sit and listen to every word they say, like it's a new book from the bible!!! HELLLOOOOO!!! Ok...back to me. hahahahaha
I grew up in Oakland to a single parent household. We were very poor and we struggled a lot. My mother threw my father out of the house when she got tired of him cheating on her and going out for cigarettes and not coming back for 4 and 5 days at a time. Come on now, the corner store is on the corner, you dont have to go and pick the tobacco and dry it out and then chop it up and roll your cigarettes.
I attended Stonehurst Elementary in East Oakland Calif. We then moved over to 85th Ave in East Oakland and I went to Highland Elementary School just across the street from where we lived. We moved way out to 106th Ave close to San Leandro before my 6th grade graduation. I must have returned to Stonehurst Elementary, around the corner. Because for Levy's 7th grade he attended, that ghetto school up on 98th Ave and he got knocked down the stairs one day. Mother wrote an awesome letter to the School Board and Levy was moved up to King Estates Jr High. Mother's letter was so awesome, someone in the school board offered her a job in his office. But she turned it down. So when I graduated from 6th Grade, I went up to King Estates with Levy. It was ok, the kids were assholes up there too. But not as ghetto as the ones down on 98th Ave, for the most part. hahahahahaha Unfortunately, when I graduated from King Estates, I was forced to attend Castlemont Senior High school on Brancroft Ave with all of those ghetto ass kids from that Jr High on 98th Ave. hahahahahaha
I was a really nerdy kind of kid. I loved to read and go to the library and hang out. I became very friendly with the Librarians and soon, I was a library volunteer. I loved doing that, because the Librarians were all very nice. They taught us how to repair the damaged books, how the Duey Decimal System worked and etc. Plus we got to look at books that were not available to all of the students. There were some reference books that you could only look at in the Library. You couldn't check these out....reference books. I remember looking at one book about human anatomy and this is the first time I saw a picture of a hermaphrodite. I'd heard about these types of people but had never met one face to face. At least not to my knowledge. LOL Anyway, I liked working in the library. It was fun.
Not much happened during those young years. My maternal grandfather died when I was 10 years old. I loved him very much. He was a really nice man. I cant ever recall him raising his voice at us or being mean to us. Unlike my maternal grandmother. She was a mean old lady. She had her moments when she was nice, but she loved to start trouble with my mother. My mother was their eldest daughter and so she was my grandfather's favorite daughter. Its only natural. Your eldest child is always your favorite. But since they had 8 children in total, my mother was my grandfather's favorite child. But sometimes, my grandmother would call and ask my mother if her "boyfriend" had left yet? Talking about my grandfather. Can you believe that? What a BITCH!!! We didn't have a car and my grandfather used to take my mother grocery shopping.
My grandfather never cheated on my grandfather. My grandmother was the one who had loose panties. I had 2 aunts, fraternal twins, Anita and Bonita. One was dark skinned, tall and skinny, Anita. The other one, is short kind of dumpy with a big forehead and giant nostrils like all of the other members of our family., Bonita. My grandmother admittedly had an affair with a man in their church and she bore the twins. I believe that Anita was the product of that affair, but my grandmother being the big old slut that she is, had sex with my grandfather and the other guy on the same day and she got pregnant by both men. Anita didn't look like anyone else in the family. Bonita looked a lot like all of the rest of her siblings. Large forehead, big nose with large nostrils, light complexion. Anyway....sorry I got off topic again. ME!!!!
So, I am gay. I have known that I was gay since I was 5yrs old. Hold up! I know I've lost some of you. But keep reading, please. Thanks. I will explain. At age 5, you dont really know you are gay. You think, I am different. But you know that you like who you like. And I knew that I liked being with boys, more than I liked being with girls and I knew that I wanted to be with a man. Maybe it was because my father wasn't there most of my life. It wasn't until I was 11 that we started spending some real time with our father (and his new family). (More about that later.) However at age 10, I KNEW for a fact that I wanted to be with men sexually. One day, and I can remember this so clearly. We had a substitute teacher, a male. He was tall over 6ft, white, bearded, nice body. We were out on recess and I was playing with some friends. And like kids do, one was teasing me and I think he hit me and ran off. So I chased after him. We ended up running by the substitute teacher and he grabs me up in his arms and I just MELTED!!! MELTED!!!!!! I remember he smelled really good and I could feel his beard brush against my cheek as he held me in his arms.....aaahhhhhh!!!!!! I dont know what kind of cologne it was, but I will never forget the scent and the feelings I felt at that moment. So of course I chased another kid by him, hoping he would pick me up again, but...sigh! He didn't. (Damn it!) But I spent the remainder of the day staring at him and lusting after him. (Spoken like a true slut! hahahahahaha) ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED!!!!!!!!! SO DONT WRITE ME ANYTHING NEGATIVE. THANKS!!! I had several HOT teachers over the years, but I was a good kid and I never messed around with any of them, unlike some of the little whores that are around theses days. There's not a week that goes by lately, that I dont hear about another teacher having sex with a student. It's just terrible!
So back to me! hahahahahaha Growing up gay was very difficult. Especially for me, because I come from a very religious family. My maternal grandfather was the Sunday School Superintendent and Deacon in the church we attended. And later on, my older brother became a Minister and Bishop in the church that we attended. I have NEVER had sex with any of my brothers. This is pretty common in the Afro American culture....NOT having sex with siblings. Unlike the Caucasian and Muslim communities. Males in those communities typically have intercourse with brothers , uncles, nephews and cousins. I have dated 2 Caucasin males who have openly admitted to having had sex with their brothers. And I currently have a friend up here in Sac who told me that when he was 10yrs old, his 20yr old cousin, used to molest him on a weekly basis. And then he started having sex with a black man who worked near by his family farm. I was a virgin until I was 18!!! Talk about being a late bloomer! hahahahahaha
The summer after I graduated from High School, one of my friends, Anthony King came out of the closet. This revelation shot through our cirlce of friends. And so, it was easier for me to come out, too. So, Anthony one day took me and his fake gf Claire Pitts over to SF to this XXX Adult (Knob Hill ) theater up on Bush Street. And I went into the back room there and went into one of those little booths that they had in the back and stuck my cock through the glory hole and some man gave me a blow job. To this day, I do not know who he was. LOL Nor do I care. He was an excellent cocksucker. hahahahahaha Shortly after that I became a regular at those types of establishments. The Knob Hill Theater was my favorite of all of the tripleX theaters, but soon they priced themselves right out of my wallet. Last I heard, it was 20.00 to get into there. I soon started going to the Tea Room Theater down on Eddy Street. Lots of HOT guys go there and it used to be just 5.00 to get in, but last I heard now, it's 10.00 to get in. I took MT there one time, but we didn't do anything. He was such a prude there. Watched me like a hawk! DAMNIT! hahahahahaha
The first time I ever fucked a guy was at the Knob Hill Theater. I was 18 or 19. I was sitting on the raised platform in one of those little booths in the back area of the theater. I had the door open and I was laying back on the platform and I was masturbating. I had the door ajar, but not wide open. There wasn't any light in the room, the only light came from the hallway. Anyway, I was laying there and then the door opened and I looked up and saw this litle Asian man. He eyes got really big when he saw my cock. So he comes in and closes the door. I think, oh hell yes, I'm gonna get some head. hahahahahaha Well surprise surprise to me, he licks my cock for about a minute then jumps up and sits down on my cock and starts bouncing. hahahahahahaha DAMN!!! that was HOT!!! This was like 1981 or 82. Pre-Aids....so barebacking was ok then. His ass felt like pure silk sliding up and down on me!!! Absolutely the BEST that I've ever had. BAR NONE!!! I've since had probably every nationality there is, Russian, German, French, Italian, Thai, Japanese, American Indian, East Indian, Mexican, Spainish, etc etc.
So, after High School, I had a couple of nothing jobs, one was at the Defense Logistics Agency in Alameda. And I worked in the Mail Room there. So I delivered mail to the different departments and we had to stamp all of the government contracts that went out to the different departments. It was fun for the most part, until the senior mail clerk got sick and left. Then the other 2 clerks got sick or quit but soon I was left there all by myself. Which was fine, because I knew what I was doing, but I was just the summer help. I wasn't a full time employee. Then I got this 40+yr old man come in as my trainee. He was kind of cute and I remember seeing him in downtown Oakland at an Adult Sex Shop. I probably could have had him he kept looking at me lustfully! hahahahaha But I wasn't into older men at that time. Well not guys that were 20+yrs older and worked for me. hahahahahaha Anyway, that where I met the really cute Sgt at the Army Recruiting office. And foolish me, I signed up for California Army National Guard. I wanted to be a medic like I had seen in the movies. hahahahahaha It was nothing like I saw in the movies, but that's how the realities of life usually are. hahahahahaha It was fun some of the time. But a LOT of hard work, most of the time. More on that later. I remember after I had taken the placement exam for the Army. I told the recruiter, I wasn't sure how I had done because it seemed so easy. And I thought maybe I was missing something. Because that is just the OPPOSITE of what I had heard about this exam. It was so diffcult! People fail it all of the time!!! BULLSHIT! I think if you are a high school graduate, you should pass this test with flying colors. Like I did. When my recruiter got my test results back, he was blown away! He told me that I qualified to apply for any job that I wanted in the Army and that I had received very high scores in everything. It was just simple math, reading and comprehension...all normal boring stuff. hahahahahahaha So YEAH! I passed it the first time! Nothing new for me. When I was in my first year of high school, my math teacher, Mrs Ulney, used my math test as her answer sheet because she forgot her answer sheet at school. I got a perfect score on it! A+ I was always good with numbers and passed her class with an A that year. Then in my senior year in High School, Mrs Yamata ( I think that's how she spelled it) told me that on my American History Final, that I had received the HIGEST score in the entire school. She was very impressed with me. (ata boy!!!!) hahahahahaha
OH the good ole days!!!
Well for Basic Training, I went to Fort Jackson South Carolina. My first airplane ride. We flew into Atlanat GA around 9 or 10pm we waited at the airport for a bus to come and get us from the airport and drive us to South Carolina. We arrived at the Reception Station around 2 or 3am in the pitch of night. So the next morning, some of the guys there came looking for the guys from California. They wanted to ask us about California. I can still remember some of the stupid questions they asked. "Do girls really wear bikinis on the beach?" "Is it always sunny out in CA?" "Do oranges grow on trees?" I kid you not!!! hahahahahaha Oh those poor young and dumb morons. hahahahaha I hated Basic Training! I think most guys who survive it do. The DIs (Drill Sargents) are CRAZY, RUDE, MEAN! Jackholes!!! hahahahahaha One night after evening chow, a DI would be out on the sidewalk outside of chow and if you didn't greet him properly and stop running he would make you get into the dirt and do pushups. This was a nightly occurance. Hey, I just stuffed my face and I've had a LONG hard day at the office, I dont want to greet you and walk by, I want to run back to my bunk and read the mail I received from home that day. BUT NOOOO! You have NO LIFE and you want to MESS around with some recruits! YOU POWER TRIPPING JACK HOLE!!!! hahahahahaha That was like the little white E2 cook who made me walk 3 steps behind and one to the left of him, because he outranked me, eventhough I was PFC. You get PFC (Private First Class), if you had JR ROTC or ROTC credits. I had 2yrs Jr ROTC in High School. However, your rank doesn't count until you graduate from Basic and AIT (Advanced Individual Training). But I could wear while I was a recruit. So for AIT, I was shipped off to Fort Sam Houston, in San Antonis Texas. Oh my gawd! It was like night and day difference from Basic. We didn't have to do KP kitchen police duty. It was an open base, so we could come and go as we pleased between 5pm and 10pm bedcheck. And weekends were free unless we had CQ Duty (charge of quarters). CQ duty was mandatory and only lasted 2 or 4hrs and it was done on a rotating shift, all evening and over night.
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